Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-03

it was something to be grateful for ts 1 stretch the weary limbs and rest
 Then as the hours rolled by there came from the woods the sharp detonating re- ports of musketry and the booming thunder of artillery, alsd Winthrop knew that the battle was begun
 Suddenly there was the sharp crack of q rifle in the opposite direction, and in min ute or two ono of Harry's own mon dashed In mad haste among them with tho cry: "The rebs in force in the woods wonder are closing upon us!'' The command was in the saddle almost before the words had left the 1 mans lips. In reckless haste they rode to | carry the unWelcome tidings, but the warn ing came ctoo late; for hardly had they reached their lines than the enemy was upon them tweNty thousand strong, and though the men fought like heroes, the Union 1 right was routed.
 on the chess board of battle. Relying on the dense woods to conceal his movements, he had risked the perilOus chance of send ing Jackson with third of his army to attack the enemy on the rear.
 That night Hooker took new position The next day the battle ragged with renewed | fury.
 As General Hooker stood leaning against a pillar of Charlottesville House a cannon
 
 senseless to the ground; and for more than | an hour tho Northern troops fought with out a leader. But Winthrop saw none of l this. He was riding in hot haste on the road to Frcdericks burg, seeking for aid from Sedgwick
 Nor had he far to go, for that gallant General had taken Fredericksburg, and was ] now tiinging himself on Lees rear, at the 1 moment that the Southern forces were n ntf battle turned on the new W-comers, who were driven across the river, and the army of the Potomac withdrew to it's old camping ground.
 1 It was during tho heavy march in the 1 night that Harry Winthrop, in command of the rear-Euard, worn with the two-days' hght1ng and loss of sleep, listiessly followed his troop along the dusty highway. By l his sido rods his friend and comrade Frank Barclay, who was oven in more exhausted 1 condition, for not only was he half dead l with fatigue, but he suffered from saber- l cut on the arm and the faintness conse 0uent l on much loss of blood.
 1 "Cheer un old fcllow,'' Harry said, af- fectlonatcly. I've shall soon be under can vas again, and long rest will put you all ] right"
 "1 don't know about that, ;" was the cheer l less reply. "Of course l don't think that 1 this little scratch Two got is going to be my death-blow, but I've clean lost heart and l my mind wanders off to the wife and bairns l at home. man with family carries q heavy mortgage on him when he goes 1 a-soldiering"
 You arc worn out and discouraged l that is all, Harry claimed, while his com panlon relapsed into moody silence.
 They were approaching part of the road l which lay at the edge of a deep ravine, | Nxyifh oplr 1 weeds and scrubby bushes. Every now and then they had passed some struggling, 1 foot-sore infantry man, who had fallen out l of ranks, and was dragging his weary 1 limbs along as best he could. It was just such figure as thls that they overlook as they reached this dangerous spot in tho 1 rugged road. It was not utterly dark, for the stars were out but it was not light l enough to distinguish the uniform the man wore; in fact, Winthrop never gave him second thought beyond turning his horses ] head little to the left so that he should not l trsmple on hlm.
 AS they got abreast of him the man turned upon him, grasped the bridle of his horse, and tho fash of tho pistol blazed straight at Harry Winthrop's face. In stinctlvely he stopped to grapple with tho assassin, and the action saved his life, for the bullet plowed through the housings of I AAo oSAOuAC dAO UuIlcO lUScl1 III Juo OXCASL O1 ! his comrade, who fell with groan to the earth. Poor Barclay! his premonitions were l soon realized
 In an instant the murderer flung himself ] down the steep declvity, and though q score of brave fellows dashed recklessly after him, he was lost in the darkness.
 Ere he left the fatal spot Winthrop's eye chanced to rest on a little glittering object lying on the grass. He picked 1t up, and found it was 0 portion of a g6ld watch 1 chain-two long antique links, curiously l wrought, and doubtless Of foreign work manship
 "This mute witness against tho man who did tho foul deed," he muttered, "ehall never leavo me till have avenged poor Barclays death.'
 How well he kept his pledge tho sequel shows
 Meanwhile, in the Confederate lines the psans of victory were hushed for the walls of sorrow, for Stonewall Jackson. the idol and hope of his people, lay stark in death, shot down by his own troops, who mistook his escort for Federal cavalry. Better had the South lost whole army than the man | whose magical name was such 0 tower of strength to their cause.
 Of course, Winthrop know nothing of this. He had, however, troubles enough of his own to harrass him. Ever before his eyes were the figures Of Barclays wife and children crying to him for vengeance. That the poor fellow had died in his place he never doubted, and the consciousness of that added to his agony.
 He did all he could to mitigate the dis trcss of Barclay'a loved ones, sending them levery relic he could find of tho man they *Ss3Ap%
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