Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1881-08-25

sentry, and | would take his place; but
/ was too tired, father. / could not
have kept awake if a gun had been
pointed at my head; but l did not
know it until-well, it was too late"
"God be thanked" interrupted Mr..
Owen, r%everently. 81 knew Bonnie
was not the boy to sleep carelessly at
his post"
"They tell me to-day that / have a
short reprieve-given me by circum-
stances-'time to write to YOU our
good colonel says. Forgive him, father,
he only does his duty; he would gladly
save me if he could; and do not lay
my death up against Jennie. The
poor boy is broken-hearted, and does
nothing but be, and entreat them to
let him die in my stead"
81 can't bear to think of mother and
Blossom. Comfort them, father! Tell
them | die rs a brave boy should, and
that, when the war is over, they will
not be ashamed of me, as they must be
now.God helpme lit is very hard toIbear!
Good-by father! God seems near and
dear to me; not at all as if lie wished
me to perish forever, but as if He felt
sorry for his poor, sinful broken-hearted
child, and would take me to be with
him and my Savior in a better-better
life"
a deep sigh burst from Mr.. Owens
heart. "Amen," he said solemnly,-
"Amen."
Tonight, in the early twilight, l
shall see the COWS all coming home
from pasture, and precious little Bios
som stand or the back stoop, waiting
for me,-but 1 shall never, never comet
God bless you all! Forgive your poor
Bonnie"
Late that night the door of the "back
stoop" opened softly, and a little figure
glided out, and down the foot-path that
led to the road by the mill. She seemed
rather flying than walking, turning her
head neither to the right nor the left,
looking only now and then to heaven,
and folding her hands as if in prayer.
Two hours later, the same young girl
stood at the Mill Depot, watching the
coming ofthe night train; and the con-
ductor, as he reached down to lift her
into the car, wondered at the tear
stained face that was upturned toward
the dim lantern he held in his hand.
A few questions and ready answers
told him all; and no father could have
cared more tenderly for his only child,
than he for our little Blossom. She
was on her way to Washington, to ask
President Lincoln for her brothers life.
She mad stolen away, leaving only a
note to tell her, father where and why
she had gone. She had brought Ben
MES letter with her; no good, kind
heart like the Presidents, could refuse
TO be melted 10y it. The next morning
they reached New York and the con-
ductor hurried her on to Washington.
Every minute, now, might be the
means of saving her brothers life.
And so, in an incredibly short time,
Blossom reached the Capital, aud hast
ened Immediately to the White House.
The President had but just seated
himself to his mornings task, of over
looking and signing important papers,
when, without II word of announce
ment, the door softly opened, and Bios
som, with downcast eyes and folded
hands, stood before him.
"Well, mychild," he said, in his pleas
ant, cheerful tones, "what do you want
so bright and early in the morning."
pennies life, please sir" faltered
Blossom.
"Bennie? Who is Bennie?'
"My brother, sir. They are going to
shoot him at his post"
ooh, yes" and Mr.. Lincoln ran his
eye over the papers before him, 81