The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-07-12
rHAPIER vi

MISS sAgFRD0N'S PRIDE BREAKS DOWN.
= well,known novelist, who has not long
since left Us. ascribed tie rather moderate
success of one of his earlier stories 10 the
Crimeau war It was the first time we had
beea engaged in a European struggle Of this
sort since the invention Of steam, teIegrsphs,
aad, if may be plrd3ue taa expression,
newspaper correspondents. Then again,
the great battle between Russia and the
allies was practically fought olt in a coc1-
pit, and the famous correspond Mt OF tie
Tunes. then in t1e hey les ii ais youth,
was enabled to keep tina la4-r supplied
with suca an accurate ! may almost say
microscopic, account Of the great siege, has
made it easy for those at home TO follow it
in ell is details. 1t might have been
headed, after the manner of theSe times
"The Crimea day by day
II was close upon a twelve month from
the time the western powers first sat down
in front Of the place, before the Muscovite,
after glorlously half-repulsiDg an assault
ali along the line, suocumbed to his assail
ants. Small wonder that those who were
there from first to last compared it to the
siege Of Troy. One thing is proved con
clusiveIv, and that was that like Sebastopol,
Troy was only half invested, or starvation
must have compelled its capltuiatlons long
before ten years.
That several Of his brother officers should
gather round Hugh, on his arrival in camp,
was but natural. They we're all anxious to
hear his account of the last nights fighting,
how poor Grogan came by his death, and so
on.
mo doubt you're pretty we'll played out.
old man, but beyond that you took the
Quarries with q rush, and have been fight
ing for them all night, we know nothing
whether the wounded fellows could tell us
anything we don't know; the doctor won't
allow them TO talk just yet, he is SO afraid
of fever. Byng might no doubt if they'd
let him."
Tom Byngp circulated Fleming.
"Why, he's dead. Shot through the head. -
Not bit of it," exclaimed two or three
voices at once.
"Why, l saw him carried away myself
mot bit Of it, rejoined the others at
was a mighty close shave, but Tom Bvng IS
no more dead than you are He was
stunned and was good bit coming to, but
has escaped, the doctor says, by about all
eighth Of al inch
Thank God" said Fleming. PPM sure
/ thought he was killed. How about the
others?"
Badly wounded, all three of them, still
the doctor says il he can only keep the
fever within bounds they will all pull
through. Poor Loyce must lose his arm.
You're not touched. Hugh, are your
mo. but I'll tell you what. I'm just
froze for q drink, wash, aud a Sleep
IAN right, old man, we'll bother You no
more. Bustle off to your tent aud we'll see
nobody disturbs you. We were all turned
out and kept under arms for two or three
hours in case you wanted US down there -
and the speaker jerked his thumb in the di-
rection of Sebaslopol.
After the excitement and fatigue Of the
night Fleming slept soundly for some hours.
He had rapidly adopted the habits of the
old campaigner, who thoroughly under
stands that sleep is thing to take when you
can get if. 1t sometimes happened that men
only came out of the trenches TO be marched
back again before they could get their belts
off in consequence of sudden alarm The
contending armies were like two gladiators
ever keeping a keen eye for an opening.
and, notably on the side of the Russians,
taking speedy advantage of il. He was
awaked by roar of laughter just outside
his tent, and hastily putting ON a few
things and pair Of slippers, stepped out
side and found a small knot OF his brother
officers gathered round Tom Byng, who,
seated III an easy chair, with u bandagcd
head, and propped up by pillows. had APP
parently finished the narration of some
story which had thoroughly tIckled his audi
ence He silently extended his hand tc
Fleming as he came forward. and as Hugh
clasp d it, he said:
Thank God; / was afraid it was all ovel
with YOU
Byng gave q queer smile, and rejoinec
with slight motion of his head:
Natural density saved me, old fellow
Pun all right, but have rather au earthquakl
fealing to-day"
whats the iokew continued Fleming. a
he warmly pressed his friends hand. &"
was reused from my SAUNDERS by ribalt
laughter"
Tell him, some Of you" said Byng.
"WeIl, it's all Mickey Finn Seeing Ton
outside his tent be came acrt SIS to cougratu
late his captain for not being kilt dead in
tirely, and Tom was unwise enough to chat
him"
last night was worse than the Woron
zoff, Ell, Flinnp said Tom.
"'Deed. sorr, and it was, and it's glad
am to see your honor about again, for IL
kilt dead entirely l feared you was when
put you on the sretcber.'
"'Ah, being shot through the head !
worse than being shot through the body
""Deed, don't know, sorr, it's much G
nlucQD6sS IL SLuTlkeS me, OILY you ger u
credit of being wounded for the won an
you don't for the other. and with tina
Mickey Finn saluted, aud stalked back t
his company in supreme dudgeon.n
Its all the old villain came TO see m
about" said Byng, still laughing at tn
recollection. Il believe he was glad
wasn't killed; but he's very angry becaus
have been returned as wounded, and b
wasn't"
YES" laughed the adjutant. who We
one of the group; 'that's q good health
grievance that ought TO be comfort I
Finn, whenever the rations run short, O
the end of the campaign. He's fine Oh
soldier, but as we all know you may trus
the old soldier to have his grievance"
YES" said Fleming, hell go through
any amount of hardship, hard work, anC
fighting; but he must have bis grievance
generally about the veriest trife.n
And then there suddenly arose shou
from the orderly room tent Of mail Il
from E0glandm followed by the snarl