Montgomery County sentinel., 1890-10-03

partially ana painfully, pointing toward
q clump Of bushes little to the right
aud few rods away.
/ / went to the spot indicated and be-
gan searching by moonlight for Reddy
| Mckelvie was certain of it before I
had gone halfway round the bushes
Presently came to the foot OF a.shat-
tered tree and the soft moonlight fell
over two up-turned faces ! mover shall
i forget.
Riggs ii laAtl TN s.ass Teddy Z
Cine arin was gone aild from / ehhslIy
wound in his bead the blood had flowed
until his golden eurls were matted to-
gether
His face. not marred by battle, still
bore that look of intense anguish which
had haunted me all day
Verify Teddy was right, aud doubt
ed not that il was the banshees mourn
full cry that we heard
Two faces? Yes; the other, white
and calm in the soft light, was that of
| Captain Acton.
They had fallen side by side and the
captains hand lay caressingly on the
boys shoulder.
And the captains words of the morn
! ing came to me again with painful dis
tinctivenoss; II may die to-day myself,
who knows I"
Knccling by McKelvie's side took
curl from among its blood stained fel-
lows, said prayer for "the pore old
mother" and went back to the wounded
comrade
He took my hand and asked family:
''Found them, did you ?"
YES" answered ''they are resting
now"
CAS- shall shortly be- he said,
quietly, seeming to catch my meaning
at once. But it isn't any difference in
my case. I've no loved ones to leave
that carer-you understand me, COM
rade, none who care r
Yes" answered, and sat down
and smoothed the damp hair back from
his cold brow.
IL loved her, comrade, " he continued,
SO !! so well. But she threw mo over
for richer fellow. and | joined the
army and came South, to die in the
woods on the Chickahominy.
A shiver passed over his frame and
his trembling hand sought mine
'But love her still don't mind
telling you, comrade--and with my last
breath I'll whisper: God bless her..
for she loved me onse, yes, once"
His voice sounded like faint sob.
and his fingers relaxed. bent low to
catch the next word.
She won't care bat then God bless
Maggie; God--bless M"
lay down beside my dead compan-
ion. The pain, the nervousness, the
sleeplessness had fed. and | sank into
peaceful slumber, to dream Of home and
loved ones, among those that never
would waken to the clash Of arms, nor
answer 1T roll-call until the great day.
sent the package, together with the
golden curl, soft and silky as u baby's,
to the bcreavcd mother.
And wrote to her of the faithfulness
Of her soldier boy, and said, che died
bravely and sleeps in an honored
grave.
But when | bent over the pale, pain
drawn facc by the half-cmptied canteen
| felt the bot tears trickle down my sun
bronzed face
"Nonc who would care p
Poor fellow Ia his pocket, side by
side with Testament was the picture
of beautiful girl--doubtless Maggie
and we buried it with him
fNhorn II uutt,u,, .osLap, ..,n,a
eulated to bring out all the reckless
daring of u man than a battle; but
there certainly is nothing which brings
all his sympathetic humanity to the
surface quicker than the scene on the
field after il is all over.
But, it is 8 o'clock The firing has
begun again on the right. Lee and
Jackson arc bearing down upon us, our
division is needed to support the ex-
trcme right, and away We go; but not
all. There'll be fewcr Of US at roll-call
Tomorrow BUTTS such is war.
Speaking Of scales, said Jones to
Smith, who was dealer in those useful
articles, (which do you consider the
bestl
''3etwcen the standard makes there is
not much choice Fairbanks, Howe"
II was talking with Brown, the coal
dealer, about il Che other day, and he
secms to think Fairbanks way ahead Of
Howe"
''Arc bis scales Fairbanks p
ayes. +"
but" protested Smith, who has had
some dealings with Brown, II thought
he used the Ambush"
Il never heard of that make what
made you think so 7"
''Only because his scales seem to be
always lying in weight
Look here, Mary didn't that young
man kiss you while you two were stand
ing in the hall just before he left"
asked the old lady. looking over her
spectacles at the blushing vision of sweet
ness she had been more or less RESPONSE
BILE for during the past eight years. 81
cannot tell lie, mamma But il was
only once" "Only once Lord, how
different the young men are now days
to what they were when was girl"
The incredible story comes from Iowa
that pretty girl has run away from
homo to avoid practicing on the piano.
She said that she had no talent for
music aud preferred to help her mother
with the housework. There are very
fow such girls to be found anywhere.
Music touches every key ofmemory and
stirs all the hidden springs Of sorrow
and of JOY. We love it for what it
makes us forget, and for what it makes