Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-05-31


rather than to see his Mend die.
Il am ready" he at length said, and
the two friends, strangers in a strange
land, sat down to play the game for life
or death.
Capoul Mont-ith played with the ut
most caution, for ''if one must die have
as good right to struggle for life as has
Garnet, =" he thought.
Garnet Weston played with indiffer-
ence, quiet. sad SMILE upon his face,
and around them stood the three officers
and the platoon that were to be the exc
cuhoners of the losing ono.
Ten minutes passed, twenty AMI the
game won by Capoul Mon,eith, whose
face flushed CRIMSON and then paled
again.
Garnet Weston's face never changed
an expression, for the same smile rested
there.
The second game passed quickly. Gar
net making his moves the instant Capoul
had raised his hand, and surprising all
by his reckless Indifference, but cool
manner
Five minutes passed, and the second
game was won by Capoul Monteith.
my Godl Garnet, old fellow L feel fer
you from my heart, cried the winner,
the tears starting to his eyes.
Garnet pressed ms friends hand, the
same smile upon his face as he said
quietly.
81 was ever poor unlucky dog,
Capoul, but my friend, when am dead
look in my saddle roll, hanging there
and the papers you find please deliver to
the proper address, and-and-Capoul,
say to-Miss Mabel 1 left farewell for
her."
Gentlemen, l am ready.
.'Curses on your imperial humanity !
Will you slay man as though he We're
hound?" cried Capoul, angrily turning
toward the officers, for it cut hun to The
heart to part with his friend.
al yield to the fortunes of war,
Capoul, and these gentlemen but do their
duty
"Come, let it be over, replied Garnet
and shaking the hand of his friend
warmly, he was marched away.
Half distracted with grief, Capoul
Mouteith paced his tent. his thoughts
whirling and his brain or fire, as he
gazed at the stool where a short while
before poor Garnet had sat.
An hour passed, and the American
officer of the imperial army stood before
hum.
"Weli?" said Capoul, hardly daring
to ask the question,
HE is dead"
"God have mercy upon him, ''groanei
the sorrowing friend
''Yes, Captain Monteith he is dead,
and though have seen many men die L
never saw one face death with such per-
fectly calm indifference as did your
| friend.
''He gave the orders to the platoon to
fire, and fell instantly; but, ere he died,
he wrote this note to you" and the
American imperialist handed a slip of
paper 20 Capoul, and turning lett the
tent.
In arnet's bold hand was written:
"CAPoUL:
81 gave my life away to save you, for
L loved Mabel too dearly ever to let her
brother die where L could be sacrificed
instead.
II dare tell you this now, for L stand
on the brink of my open grave.
FAREWELL GARNET.
A bitter night of sorrow passed Caponl
Monteith in that lonely tent, for well he
knew his friend had spoken the truth,
and VIII IL months after the star of Maxi
millan's crown had set in gloom, and he
resigned from the army of the successful
Juarez, he wended his way homeward,
with heavy heart, for he could not for
get that Mexican soil covered the noble
man who had fallen, a sacrifice to save
his life.