The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-08-20

| The next morning when Col. Terry
called to enquire after the invalid he had
no need to ask, for from the door there
| floated the mournful insignia of death.
Shocked beyond expression, the hardy
soldier turned away, unable then to even
offer his services if they were needed.
He went again after awhile and saw Mrs.
Cameron, the hostess of the sisters DUR
ing their visit. From her he learned
the brief details of Alice's death. Her
attack had been sudden spasm of the
heart, and she had never rallied. She
had not spoken but once; then they
caught her lovers name, and a repeti-
ton of the words, " in the morning"
Poor Charley, who will tell him q
groaned the colonel when the lady S
voice ceased.
"You are his best FRIEND" she an
swered. 81 think no one else could do
it SO gently"
81 can't" he replied, shaking his
head. 81 would rather face battery.
| Why, you don't know, you can't think,
how his very life seems bound up in her;
and now"
They buried her next day; six of Pic
tons friends carried his dead love to her
grave, and then came sadly back, each
questioning who would bear the tidings
to the gallant Sabrear far away with the
old brigade
That night the order came to join the
main command, and by daylight the
troops were miles away. AS they reach
ed the vicinity of the appointed rendez
vous desultory firing warned them of
an approaching conflict Presently they
| formed themselves III the midst of por-
ton of the command, drawn up IN a
piece of woods overlooking a sloping
| field which, on the opposite side, rose to
sharp eminence, on the brow of which
was posted a federal battery.
Farther to the right the firing became
sharper, and soon the roll of musketry
swept all along the line.
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
Barclay, as he galloped away.
"The old general will be wanting that
battery the first think they know" said
one of the men, as a shell exploded over
their heads. "They'd better keep it
quiet"
"Thar, what did [ tell you?" he
added, biting off huge piece of "long
green 1" thar go the Mississippi boy
now"
AS he spoke a tawny column moved
out of the woods and swept calamity
across the field. But as they reached
the center a 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
longlegged private, who had before
| spoken, " that's fun comm now" That's
| Cans bugle The 'old regiment want
some of the pie %
He stoppedand felt his saddle girth as
he spoke, then Strengthened himself and
| waited for the command, foI he was
Zone of the boys" The next moment
| there was a ringing cheer from the ranks
as Gen. Forrest rode up.
"Boys," he exclaimed, pointing with
his sword, 81 want that battery
captured. One regiment has tried and
couldn't take it. Now / want you boys
to do better than that. I am going TO
| lead you, and | want you all to follow
me-"
Another cheer was his answer as the
men fell into ranks.
"Charge y and down the slope rode
| the gallant ldregiment, never falter-
ing as the grapeshot swept through the
| serried ranks, closing each gap as it was
made by the deadly fire; on, on, follow
| ing the lead of the tall figure at the
head of the column, till 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. twas won.
Won! Yes, but at 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 Charley Picton.
"My God, how can [ tell him % NUT
| tered the colonel to himself, as the gal
! liant young fellow rode toward him, hold
ing out bis hand.
cit takes the 'old regiment to do up
things in style !" he said, grasping the
colonel's hand. essay, Terry, ibid you
see Miss Alice? Coleman has just got
back from Memphis, and he told me she
had gone on visit to some friend il
! c."
But as he spoke he suddenly put his
hand to his side. 81 am shot," he
gasped, family. 1t was true. A stray
bullet had struck him in the side, anC
Col. Terry caught him as he reeled il
his saddle, and rode with him to the
field hospital
When the surgeon examined hi
wound he shook his head doubtfully.
81 know nurse worth twenty doc
tors" whispered Picton, with a smile
"Terry, can't you fetch her to me?'
Through the night the colonel stayed
with him. Once he wakened and re
peated the question he had asked JUS
before he was shot
"Isaw her, yes, the colonel answered
huskily. "She sent you some flowers.
The blue eyes lighted up with a ten
der glow, and Picton held out his hand
Silently Col. Terry took from hi
breast pocket the withered flowers,
spray of ivy and half-opened white
rose, and laid them in the outstretchet
hand.
Then the wounded man slept. But il
couple of hours he awoke, much worse
and the surgeon in his rounds told tn,
bronzed watcher that the end was yer,
near.
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