Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-09-10

4iiey DSttef Keep II qulel.
sThar what did / tell you p |
added, biting off a huge piece
long green,' 'tht.r go the Missi
sippi boys now
AS he spoke a tawny colum
moved out of the woods and sWel
gallantly across the field. But
they reached the center of a mu
derous round of grape and caniste
tore through their ranks and tn
column broke III confusion. Thre
times their leader rallied them t
| the charge, and three times the
were shattered by the CALLING fire
Tell you what, boys called ou
| the long-legged private, who ha,
before spoken, 'thar's fun comm
| now! That's Cans bugle. The 'ol,
| regiment want some of the pie
He stopped and felt his saddle
girth as he spoke, then straighteneC
himself and waited for the com
mand, for he was zone of the boys.
The next moment there was a ring
ing cheer from the ranks as Gen
Forrest rode up.
Boys, he exclaimed, pointing
with his sword, Il want that bat
terry captured. One regiment has
tried, and couldn't take 1t. Now
want you boys to do better thar
that. | am going to lead you, and
want you all to follow me-
Another cheer was the answer, as
the men fell into ranks.
sCharge' and down the slope
rode the gallant sold regiment,
never faltering as the grapeshot
swept through the serried ranks,
closing each gap as it was made by
the deadly fire; on, on, following
the lead of the tail figure at the
head of the column, till they rode
right over the death-dealing guns,
'saD'ring the gunners there and
the woods gave back the ringing
echoesof the famous rebel yell' as
the victory was won. =
Won! Yes, but at a fearful cost.
That fatal slope was drenched with
the blood of the Southland's bravest
sons,
After that charge Col. Terry
found himself face to face with Char
ley Picton. My God, how can /
tell him?' muttered the colonel to
himself as the gallant young fellow
rode towards him, holding out his
hand.
TT takes the 'oId regiment to do
things up in stylep he said, grasp
ing the colonel's hand. Say Terry,
did you see Miss Alice? Coleman
has just got back from Memphis,
and he told me she had gone on a
visit to some friends in c.
But as he spoke he suddenly put
his hand to his side. Il am Shot
he gasped, family. 1t was true. A
stray bullet had struck him in the
side, and Col. Terry caught him as
he reeled in his saddle and rode
with him to the field hospital.
When the surgeon examined his
wound he shook his head doubt
fully.
'I know a muse worth twenty
doctors,' whispered Picton, with
smile. Terry, can't you fetch her
to me-?
Through the night the colonel
stayed with him. Once he waken-
ed and repeated the question he
had asked just before he was shot.
/ saw her, yes,' the colonel an
sWered, huskily. she sent you
some flowers
The blue eyes lighted up with a
tender glow, and Picton held out
his hand.
Silently Col. Terry took from his
breast-pocket the withered flowers a
spray of ivy and a half opened
white rose, and laid them on the
hand.
Then the wounded man slept.
But in a couple of hours he awoke,
much worse, and the surgeon in his
rounds told the bronzed watcher
that the end was very near.
sTerry!' and the colonel bent his
head to catch the faint accents.
I'm dying. / wouldn't mind
Alice! Tell her gently,
loves me, you know-I
oh, Terry! it is hard to leave her.
My poor darlingp
For moment the colonel could
MT answer. Then, choking back a
sob, he said, slowly and distinctly
Charley, Alice is waiting for you.
You are not leaving her, but going
to her.
A bewildered, troubled look cane
into the Wistful eyes.
Don't you understand me, Char
ley? She is dead. We buried her
there in c.. | couldn't tell you
before, dear old boy. But now you
will be with her before you have
time to grieve after her. She died
with your name ON her lips, MUIR
nuring of meeting lin the morn
ng.'
He understood. now, and smile
If relief fitted across his pale lips.
Dear GIRL he murmured. i am
10 glad she will not have this grief
% BEAR
Then he slept again and the
lours passed on until the eastern
ky frightened, with the dawn
light.
Terry y the word was but the
aintest whisper, but the watcher |
instantly bent his head to listen.
1T is morning. came the faint,
rasping accents, and again the |
White lids sdrooped over the blue
yes. Five, ten minutes passed.
Then Col. Terry lifted the dead
lands and crossed them over the
,ulseless breast, reverently COW
red the still, white face, and turn
ID away.
His two friends had met once
nore-'in the morning of a fade
ess day.