The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-12-22

her grave, and then came sadly back, eael
questioning who should boar the tidings Il
the gallant sahreur fai away with the cid
brigade.
That night the order came TO join the
main command, and by daylight th,
troops we're miles away As they reached
the vicinity OF the appointed rendezvous
desultory firing waraed them Of an ap
preaching conflict, Presently they formed
themselves In the midst of portion Of th'
command, drawn up in piece OF woods
overlooking sloping field, which on the
opposite side rose 10 sharp eminence, on
the brow Of which was posted federal
battery. Father to the right the firing be-
came sharper, and soon the roll OF mus
kerry swept all along the line.
i say, Barclay, called Colonel Terry, as
that officer passed him, have you seen
Picton yet? And as Barclay shook his
head he added: Tell the boys not TO LET
him know yet. Wait till this is over.
All right; I'll tell them. answered Bar
clay as he rode away
The old general viii be wanting that
battery the first thing they know, said one
of the men, as shell exploded over theiI
heads, They'd bettcr keep it quiet.
Thar, what did / tell you? he added,
biting off huge piece of ''loas Oreen;
thar 60 the Mississippi boys now,
As he spoke tawny column moved out
of the woods and swept gallantly across
the field, But as they reached the center a
round of grape and canister
tore through their ranks, and the column
broke in confusion. Three times their
leader rallied. them to the charge, and
three times they were shattered by the
CALLING fire.
Tell you what, boys. called out the
long-legged private, who had before spok-
en-, thar's fun comm now That's Gan 4
bugle The old regiment want some of
the piel
He stopped and felt his saddle girth as
he spoke, then Strengthened himself and
waited for the command, for he was one Of
the boys. The next moment there was a
ringing cheer from the ranks as General
Forrest rode up.
Boys, he exclaimed, pointing with his
sword, want that battery captured, One
regiment has tried, and couldn't take it,
now want you boys to do better than
that. | am going to lead you, and ! want
you to follow me.
Another cheer was his answer, as the
men fell into ranks.
Charge! and down the slope rode the
gallant old regiment, never faltering as
the grape-shot swept through the serried
ranks closing each gap as it was made by
the deadly fire; on; on, following the lead
of the tall figure at the head Of the column,
ill they rode right over the death dealing
guns, sab'ring the gunners there, and the
woods gave back the ringing echoes Of the
famous rebel yell As the victory was won.
Wonl Yes, but at "a fearful cost That
atal slope was drenched with the blood of
lie Southlanhs bravest sons.
After that charge, Colonel Terry found
himself face to face with Charl ~ Picton,
Ny God, how can | tell him? muttered
he colonel to himself as the gallant young
ellow rode toward him, holding out his
iand.
1t takes the old regiment to do
hings in style! he said, grasping the colo
lels hand. Say, Terry, did you see Miss
Alice? Coleman has just gone back from
demphis, and he told me she had gone on
visit to some friends in c..
But as he spoke he suddenly put his
'and to his side, am shot, he gasped,
aintly. 1t was true. A stray bullet had
lit him in the side, and Colonel Terry
aught him as he reeled in his saddle, and
ode with him to the field hospital. When
he surgeoun examined the wound he
hook his head doubtfully
| know nurse worth twenty doctors,
Thispered Picton with a smile. Terry,
ant you fetch her to me?
Through the night the colonel stayed
nth him. Once he wakened and repeated
he question lie had asked just before he
'as shot
] saw her, yes, the colonel answered,
uskily. She sent you some flowers
The blue eyes lighted up with tender
low and Picton Led out his hand, ST. !
,ntly Colonel Terry took from his breast
ocket the withered flowers. a spray of IVY
hd q halfopened white rose, and laid
iem IN the out-stretohed hand.
The wounded man slept. But in
ouple Of hours he awoke, much worse.
nd surgeon in his rounds told the bronz-
/ watcher that the end was very near
Terry! and the colonel bent his head to
itch the faint accents. I'm dying. /
onldn't mind--only-poor Alicel Tell
er gently, please-she loves me, you
I-oh, Terry it is hard to
ave her.
For moment the colonel could not an.
yer Then checking back a sob, he said,
owly and distinctly:
Charley, Alice is waiting for you You
'e not leaving her, but going to her.
A bewildered, troubled look came into
,e wistiul blue eyes
Don't you understand me Charley She
dead We bnriad her there in O. I