Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-08-21

to the gallant sabreur far away with the
> old brigade.
That night the order came to join tn.
main command, and by daylight thu
troops were far away As they reached
the vicinity of the appointed rendezvous
desultory firing warned them of an ap
preaching conflict. Presently they
formed themselves in the midst of por
ton of the command, drawn up in a piece
of woods overlooking sloping field
which on the opposite side rose to SHARP
eminence, on the brow of which wa!
) posted Federal battery.
Farther to the right the firing became
, sharper, and soon the roll of musketry
swept all along the line.
II say, Barclay called Colonel Terry
as that officer passed HIM, ''have you
seen Picton vet9' and as Barclay shook
his head, he added: "Tell the boys mo-
TO let him know yet. Wait till this il
over"
'iAll right, I'll tell them," answered
Barclay, as he rode away.
The old General will be wanting that
battery the first thing they know" said
one of the men, as shell exploded over
their heads "They had better keep il
quiet
THAR What did tell your" he add
ed, biting off huge piece of '.long
green;'' ''there 90 the Mississippi boys,
now"
As he spoke tawny column moved
out of the woods and swept CALAMITY
across the field But as they reached the
center murderous 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
spoken, ''thar's fun coming now! That's
Cans bugle The 'old regiment want
some of the piel"
He stopped and felt his saddle-girth as
he spoke, then Strengthened and waited
for the command, for he was zone 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, II want that battery cap
tured One regiment has tried and could
not take it. Now, l want you boys to do
better than that, am going to lead you
and want you all to follow me.''
Another cheer was his answer, as the
nen fell into ranks.
"ChargeI' and down the slope rode the
gallant ''old regiment" never faltering
as the grapeshot swept through the SER
ried ranks, closing each gap as it was
made by the deadly fire; on, on, follow
ing the lead of the tall figure al. the head
of the column, till they rode right over
gunners there" and the woods gave back
the ringing echoes of the famous s'rebel
yelr' as the victory was won.
That fatal slope was drenched with the
After that charge Col. Terry found
himself face to face with Charley Picton.
''My God, how can tell him?" muttered
the Colonel to himself, as the gallant
young fellow rode toward him, holding
out his hand
''It takes the 'old regiment to do up
things in style!'' he said, grasping 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 visit to some friends in
c."
But as he spoke he suddenly put his
hand to his side II am shot, he gasped,
family 1t was true. A stray bulletin
had struck him in the side, and Col.
Terry caught him as he reeled in his
saddle, and rode him to the field hos
pltal
When the surgeon examined his wound
he shook his head doubtfulty
II know a nurse worth twenty doc
tors" whispered Picton, with smile,
''Terry, can't you fetch her to me9''
Through the night the Colonel stayed
with him. Once he wakened and re-
peated the question he had asked just be-
fore he was shot
II saw her, yes" the Colonel answered,
huskily. ''She sent you some flowers"
The blue eyes lighted up with tender
glow, and Picton held out his hand
Silently Col. Terry took from his breast
pocket the withered flowers, a spray of
ivy and half-opened white rose, and
laid them in the outstretched hand.
Then the wounded man slept. But in
couple of hours he awoke, much worse,
and the surgeon in his rounds, told the
bronzed watcher that the end was very
near.
'sTerryl'' and the Colonel bent his head
to catch the faint accents. II am, dying.
wouldn't mind, only-poor Alice! Tell
her gently, please-she loves me, you
know-and l, oh, Terry, it is hard to
leave her. My poor darling"
For moment the Colonel could not
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 came into
the wistful blue eyes.
"Don't you understand me, Charley?
She is dead. We buried her there in
c.. I couldn't tell you before, dear old
boy But now you'll be with her before
you have time to grieve after her. She
died with your name on her lips, muir
muring of meeting you lin the morn
ing" ef
He understood now, and smile of re-
lief fitted across his pale lips. sDear
girl" he murmured. II am so glad she
will not have this grief to bear"
Then he slept again, and the hours
passed on, till the eastern sky frightened
with the solemn downright.
eTerryl' The word was but the faint
est whisper, but the watcher instantly
bent his head to listen.
cit is morning." came the faint gasp
inU aocentG and tho white lids drOOned