Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-07-13

the campaign Of the day, should be under
the command of Captain Thomas Fitz-
gerald. The rations disposed Of, the cap
tain formed the company. But mutiny
was brewing in the ranks The soldier
with the trailing sunbonnet announced
that she was tired and was going home.
This was desertion. The stern captain
could not tolerate it, of course. Tofrighten
her into subsection he declared that he
would send her to the guardhouse
Whereupon the soldier in the sunbonnet
sat down upon the ground and began to
cry.
1t was new experiment for the captain.
Never before had any of his troops been
Amazons AS he was undecided how to
act, he wisely resolved not to act at all
Leaving the weeping soldier to herself, he
took up the line Of march.
The one private soldier remaining moved
forward, but ties of kindred attracted him
very strongly toward his weeping sisters
side. Her sobs grew more and more vio-
lent. His brotherly affection proved
stronger than his patriotism, and throw
ing down his bat he hurried to the little
girls side.
The army was disbanded. A sergeant
and corporal, although valuable as a nu-
cleus around which to build a company
are of little use without at least one pri-
vate. Captain Thomas Fitzgerald sheathed
his sword, and, declaring that he'd have
no such kids in his company again."
stalked gloomily away.
So it came about that Captain Thomas,
instead of drilling his troops, was loung-
ing about the navy yard gate, chatting
with the sergeant on duty, at the very
| ont xxyba Of
into her carriage to take an airing in the
park.
just then piece of paper, blown by the
wind, startled the horses. Whether the
coachman fell or was thrown from his
box, or indeed whether he was there at all
to catch the reins is uncertain, but in
moment there was a runaway.
| A shout from the corner was caught up
and echoed from the row of houses that
faced the wall. Windows were thrown
open and men and women rushed from
the DOORS There was a mad clatter over
the rough stones, and Captain Thomas
Fitzgerald, still lounging at the navy yard
gate, looked up.
He saw two terrified horses dashing at
mad speed down the street, a carriage
surging from side TO side, and the blood
less face of a terror stricken woman within
The street was long and narrow and
ended in a high wharf. The horses could
not be turned aside, and unless their speed
could be checked they would plunge into
the sea, which at this spot was very deep
and swept by swift current.
Captain Thomas Fitzgerald was Of quick
and ready wit, and saw this at a glance.
The flying team were almost at the gate.
For an instant they swerved toward the
navy yard wall, and as they did so lad
leaped from behind one of the trees that
lined the curb and with a single bound
caught the bride Of the nearest horse
A cry of horror rang out from all who
saw him. Surely the frantic animal would
break his hold and trample the child To
death. But the ancestors of Captain
Thomas Fitzgerald were tough and strong,
and the lads muscles were good. His griI
could not be loosened, let the frenzied
horse fling its head ever so madly.
Flung from side TO side, with closed
eyes and clenched teeth, Captain Thomas
Fitzgerald bruised and bleeding chung &c
the bride as the horses dashed down the
narrow street Soon his weight, though
little, began TO tell. The speed Of the team
slackened; and now a dozen men rushed
, from the road to seize the trembling ami
mails.
But il was too late. Weakened and ex
hausted, the gallant boy slipped his hold
and the heavy wheels passed over his body
Then they came to a stop, and Madam
Randeau was taken from her carriage in &
, dead faint.
Tenderly they lifted and carried the lit
tie captain into the messroom; but he wa
: almost gone, and when the major, will
tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks
bent over him, a smile 1uttered for an in
} slant across the poor crushed face, ant
only the major could hear him whisper
"Pnrade's 'missedw Then-he surren
: dered his commission.
, 1t was an irregular thing TO do, but tn
commodore gave TO Thomas Fitzgerald
= son Of an orderly sergeant in the marin
corps, and boy but twelve years old, al
the honors Of a soldiers funeral, and tn
! next day the chapel could not hold al
; those who came to do him honor. Peopl
o stood in crowds outside the doors, and a
: the body was borne along every head wa
Z barred.
The cortege wound it's way out throug
the gate where 50 short time before tn
= captain had lounged and chatted with tn
= sergeant, and up toward the wooded hil
50 thickly strewn with marble slabs.
= With slow and measured tread, TO tn
. wailing music Of the dead march, came tn
!, marines with arms reversed, and in thei
midst. Grape draped and furled, was tn
n flag Of the captains company. Then cam
l. the long line Of officers, in the full uniforr
' of their rank, paying their last tribute
= the heroic lad.
n Over his little grave three volleys wei
II fired. Then the bugler, clad in gold an
4 scarlet, stepped upon the mound Of ne
q turned earth and sounded the sweet, sa
call OF Lights Out" which ends the par
4 ing day-W. F. Low in Youths Con
d panion.
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