Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-10-04
PART 1.-THE DRAMA.
DRAWER DEEDS"
TO live and do vet brarer deeds.n

"ro live and do yet drawer deeds"
These words, spoken by this unknown
F-enchman, ana sounding like voice from
heaven sent TO assuage horrors, clung to
Won Rouheim'S ears. They struck him
with the strength of presentiment Pro-
phctic, indeed, they were 10 prove! For it
came to pass that after Won Ronhe;m had
been lying where he fell, listening 10 the ever
decreasing sounds Of the dying battle, staring
up at the sky, which had already begun to
grow tender with tie colors of evening, won
derlnE whether any of his fellow companions
had escaped from the forlorn hope, he sud-
denly heard a voice hoarse with agony calling
to him beseechiEsly 20 help. A voice that
nc knew too! lie raised himself. painfully
leaning on his two hands, and looked across this
GolgOtha, in which dying men and horseF
struggled, in the direction from which this
voice came. And there. about II PAGES from
him. be saw a Young mans bare head raised
above -he dead body Of a horse. This stricken
soldier had lost his helmet in the melee and
i.s pale, agonIzed face ana closely-cropped yell
low hair shoue out clearly in a sudden shaft of
sunset. ROnheim recognized this face in an in
stant as the taca of Won TrockSow an ensign of
LIS own regiment: and faint as he himself had
become. he dragged himself slowly, painfully
TO that fatnd spct, where the voices of duty and
pity combined in that hOarSe cry for "Help!"
Summoned him Ike 4 trumpet call.
As. breathing heavily. he reached at last his
superior OH gcr's side, Runheim unconsciouslv
became involved IN the tragic me>hes of the
drama 20 which the smoke and fury and earn
are Of the afternoon. the shouting of the cap
Jains, and the thunder of charging horses had
been buL The prologue. For, as bending over
Non Irosckow, who lay s;Ill with eyes closed,
and having hold at the same time of both the
wounded mans arms above the wrists which
had been shatCered-as Ronheim stopped thus
trying with one hand by pressure to stop the
flow Of blood, which he knew now was arterial
and seeking with the other for handkerchief
TO serve as handage, something slipped down
from under Ensign Won Trosckow's sleeve, and
came against The huge hand which was check
ing his life's flow like ring of ice.
At this moment Ronheim had with his free
hand found a handkerchief in his officers
breast. But that strange chill which his other
hand had felt stayed the motion of mercy He
looked at the cause of it And there, lying
close against his own hand, there, clasped on
the wrist of his wounded superior officer he
saw a thin silver bracelet. This bracelet had
an inscription on It, The inscription was
Rose: God keep you" 1t was the bracelet
which he had given to Rose on the night of
betrotnal
Ronheim's heart became like ice. Under
This shock deadlier than any TO be received in
battle, lie stihene6 like man turned to stone.
His dead eyes remained fixed on the bracelet
BUs now the man to whose help ne had hur-
=ied began TO moan feebly: Quick, Ronheim,
quick. or / die. Those accursed chassepots
have shattered both wrists"
Ronheim answered hoarsely. You have
bit of a bracelet here in the way, Ensign.
Shall remove itf' But the other cried. in =