Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1876-01-07
ROCKVILLE. MARYLAND FRIDAY MORNING. JANUARY 1875.

llhe uOg Out ne was u brave man,
and thought of Garnet Weston, whom he
had always admired, and half-wshed to
be the loser rather than to see his friend
die.
IL am ready" he at length said, and
the two friends, strangers in strange
land, sat down to play the game for life
or death
Capoul Monteith played with the ut
most caution, for, ''f one must die, |
have as good right to struggle
for life as has Garnet no thought.
Garnet Weston played with indiffer-
encc, a quiet, sad smile upon his face,
and around them stood three officers,
and the platoon that were to be the exc
cutloners Of the losing one.
Ten minutes passed, twenty, and the
game was won by Capoul Montoith,
whose face flushed crimson and then
paled again
Garnet Weston's face never changed
an expression, for the same smile rested
there.
The second game passed quickly, Gar
net making his moves the instant Ca
poul had raised his hand, and surprising
all by his reckless Indifference, but cool
manner
Five minutes passed and the second
game was won by Capoul Monteith
God Garnet, old fellow, feel
for you from my heart cried the win
ner, the tears starting to his eyes.
Garnet pressed his friends hand, the
same smile upon his face as he said,
quietly
Il was ever poor, unlucky dog, Ca
poul but, my friend, when | am dead
look in my saddle-roll, hanging there,
and the papers you find please deliver to
the proper address, and-and-
say Toto Miss Mabel, | left farewell
for her"
Gentlemen, | am ready"
Courses on your Imperial humanity !!
Will you Stay a man as though he was
hound? 7" cried Capoul. angrily turning
toward the officers, for it cut him to the
heart to thus part with his friend
81 yield to the fortunes of war, Ca
poul, and these gentlemen but do their
duty"
"Come, let it be over" replied Gar
net, and shaking the hand of his friend
warmly, he was marched away.
Half-distracted with grief, Capoul
Monteith paced his tent, his thoughts
whirling, and his brain on fire, as he
gazed at the stool where short while
before Garnet had sat
An hour passed, and the American
officer of the Imperial army stood before
him.
"Wcll," said Capoul. hardly daring
to ask the question
"Hc Is dead"
God have mercy upon him." groaned
the sorrowing friend.
Eyes, Captain Monte:h, he is dead
and though | have seen many men die ]
never saw one face death with such per-
fectly calm Indifference, as did your
friend.
"He gave the order to the platoon to
fire, and fell instantly; but, ere he died
he wrote this note to you" and the
American Imperialist handed slip Of
paper to Capoul, and turning left the
tent.
In Garnets bold hand was written:
"CApoUL I'll gave my life away to
save you, | loved Mabel too dearly
ever to let her brother die where | could
be sacrificed instead
II dare tell you this now, for stand
on the brink Of my open grave.
Farewell GARNET"
A bitter night Of sorrow passed Capoul
Monteith in that lonely tent, for well he
knew bis friend had spoken the truth
and when months after the star of Maxi
milian's crown had set in gloom, and he
resigned from the army Of the successful
Juarez, he wended his way bomeward
with heavy heart, for he could not for
get that Mexican soil covered the noble
man who bad fallen, sacrifice to save
his life
Three years passed away after the game
for life or death, and one pleasant eve
ming, toward the sunset-hour. horse
man was riding slowly along highway,