San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-09

twenty miles away he seemed disturbed and
disqueted, but only insisted on reaching him
by some way or means And finally begged
for the chaplain's presence
Chaplain W went as requested, and
found the prisoner, man of splendid ply
sique, with face bearing unmistakable
marks of thought and cultivation Being
questioned, the prisoner said: 81 am a Union
soldier am scouting, but not for the rebs
| have information that must go to Gan.
Geary Immediately. ! thought had struck
headquarters; that's how came to be caught
If those fools shoot me today promise TO see
Gen. Geary and repeat these'words, will you,
chaplain" Refusing to talk about subjects
that would naturally interest a man con.
demned, the prisoner earnestly lmplored the
chaplain TO carry his message. After promis-
ing 20 take the long ride to headquarters and
to see Geary within three hours, the prisoner
repeated over softly few words that sounded
to the listening chaplain like an unmeaning
tumble of words.
Then pausing a moment, the soldier bowed
his head, and his voice trembled as he re-
peated message for his mother, to be deliv-
cred to this address, slipping his hand inside
the old gray blouse and bringing out pack
age wrapped in worn paper. AS he fumbled
for a paper and pencil, in his agitation the
package fell to the floor. and STOPPING to re-
store it the wrapper fell away, and in the
chaplain's fingers lay a long braid of soft
brown hair and slip Of paper with queer
Childishly written pledge, and three names
beneath it.
White as death grew the chaplain's face
and with a queer choking in his throat he
stammered out: " here in heavens name
did you get this" cGrassing the clinging
tress, the moisture dimming the gray eyes so
like the ones that had shone upon the pris-
oner on a sunny September day in Ohio.
Who are you, man"
That's my name, chaplain, and this"
touching with "a tender motion the braided
hair, belonged to the wee maid whose name
is written there. Size gave it to me on my
way to the front two Years ago. guess you
may know the other name"
The proud head of the chaplain bowed low
and a tremor passed over the stern face and
his voice quivered as he half whispercd My
little Mary, my precious little daughter" and
with uncertain fingers drew CIT from his in
side pocket the mate to the prisoners treas
ured braid. Speaking rapidly, after the story
had been told in a few words, the soldier
said: II have always kept it, chaplain. Many
a time when it was bitter cold and the can
teen passed round could just see that earn
est little face and the child hand writing SC
carefully her name. | never forgot it, sir
If they shoot me today, send it to my mother
will yOu?"
The chaplain was stirred, and visiting the
officers interested, he argued with them, tell
ing them the story of che pledge and the
twin braidS, petitioning that the man might
be kept well guarded until Gen. Geary could
be communicated with. The strange, pa
thetic story, eloquently told, won the day.
AS soon as Geary could be reached the pris-
oners discharge was ordered Immediately, as
he proved to be one of the most valued men
in the secret service, and was then in posses
sion of news of the greatest Importance to
our leaders,
Years drifted past, the war was over and
Cen Geary was governor of Pennsylvania.
Invitations had been sent out through the
quaint old Dutch city, calling those Of the
governors immediate circle to meet valued
friend before his departure to take position
az American consul in a foreign land One
Of the guests, a slender young thing, remark.
able only for pair of wonderful gray eyes,
had just been introduced to the grave, fine
looking gentleman who stood near the gov,
eruOr's wife, when supper was announced 1t
was such an informal evening that the guests
werr grouped with regard to congeniality
AMI social affinity rather than strict adhcr-
ence TO rank, so a kindly fate placed the lass
on one side of the honored guest. Noticing
that the gentleman turned down his wine
glass the girl studied his face moment, then
flashing glance up at him she questioned
him softly in the pauses of conversation:
Did he not drink wine" He answered in
the negative, aoticing also her empty glass.
May ask you Why" A look of naughty
surprise at the impoliteneSs passed over his
face, but without waiting for his reply this
strange little lady followed her former rude
ness by the astonishing remark that the last
time she had seen him he was preparing to
drink from a bottle to her health.
Without making any further revelations
she called out in agitated tones: 80, Mr.. -.
don't you remember cutting off my hair and
signing the pledge for me; don't you remem-
Der me;" Her eyes were all aglow and the
mobile mouth quivered. Turning, the Amer
lean minister grasped both her hands in his
and answered, visibly shaken by his emotion,
Little Mary, the chaplain's little maid God
bless You, my child; have the braid of hair
and the pledge yet"
The governor and his wife forgave the SEN
sation when they beard the story. Do any
of you remember how, a few years since, an
American minister withdrew the protection
of the Stars and Stripes from any American
who persisted in selling Intoxicating liquor
after the king had forbidden its sale by h.
subjects' If you do, then you know the
name of the soldier whose pledge Dor, the
name of James A. Garfield as witness, and
whose life was saved by the braid of hair he