Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-12-05


| ported hither. and with them half
dozen of the ladies of the garrison. 10
the huge delight of the old battalion,
two of whose troops are cruelty thlnned
! in numbers now, the jovial major is per-
mitted by DIR. Holden to mount .sOld
Glory and take his position in front of
the line To the tremulous joy of Wini-
fred Berrien. Mr. Brewster has tele-
graphed from Washington, WHITTIER he
was summoned Immediately after the
| close of the investigation at the agency,
! bidding them bring his horse and equip
ments, for even though he cannot draw
saber he means to ride with 1.-The black
troop" on this day of days. She has not
seen him since that wonderful morning
when, like a young snow king, he burst
through the feecy barriers about them
and stood before her rejoicing eyes their
rescuer. her fathers preserver, her lover,
her hero; and ever since in his pride he
has held aloof from her and all she
holds dear. She can hardly hush the
huttering of her heart as now, near at
hand. she hears the familiar strains of
the trumpets of the Twelfth, still sound
ing the mournful dead march. Other
ladies of the Twelfth are here-Mrs.
Hazlett, Mrs. Gorham and Mrs. War
ren; and small wonder can there be that
their soft eyes fill with tears. Ever since
the brief and bloody campaign the sad,
solemn tones have been their daily
music. The Grape is not yet rusting on
the sword hits of their lords. worn in
honor Of poor Thorpe and Rand and
Burrows. when it is renewed for the
general in chief.
And now the crowds have drifted
back from the asphalt. The platoon of
mounted police has slowly clattered by
Then in long rank, boot to boot, muffied
in their blue Overcoats, the yellow lined
capes turned back led by their veteran
chief and guiding their spirited grays
with hardly touch of rein. the tru1n-
peters of the Twelfth cover the street
from curb to curb. the brazen bells up
lifted and pouring forth their mourn
full strains. A little space. and then,
mounted on mettlesome bay in the rich
housings of d general officer, there rides
the marshal Of the parade, followed by
rank after rank of staff officers. all in
the somber dark blue Of the service. The
autumn frosts OF a vigorous life have
silvered the strands at his temple and
tinged with ruddy glow the cheeks of
that firm and soldierly face, but the
eyes CLEAN clear and clean as ever they
shone a quarter century ago, when he
and Farquhar spurred through the misty
forest aisles about Dinwiddie and led
the cheering troopers to the charge on
Pickett's crouching line at the Forks.
He knows the fair party on the Guthrie
balcony at q single glance, and touches
the visor of his forage cap as he moves
slowly by, then summons an aid. gives
him low toned order. and the officer
reins aside to let his comrades pass. then
joys back down the avenue to meet the
column And now necks are craning on
every side. and a murmur runs along
the crowded banquette,
murmur that fain would break forth in a
cheer
but for the solemn occasion of their
coming. Eyes CLEAN and brighten; lips
stir with inarticulate greeting; hands,
kerchiefs and hats are waved in voice
less acclaim. Any other time and all
the great city would burst into tumultu-
Gus cheer. for here rides gray haired
Farquhar at the head of his staff, and
just behind them, commanding the
Twelfth, still pallid from his wounds,
but erect and soldierly as ever. the Sc
nior major, dear old Berrien, lowers
his saber in acknowledgment of the sa-
lutte of the aid. bends his ear to listen
to the message, chances quickly at the
balcony into the smiling face of his
wife, meeting Winifred's dark and
glowing eyes, but shakes his head, mo-
tons to DR.. Holden. who is at his left
rear, and ambles on. Holden mods APP
preciatively receipt of what seems |
to be "a similar messa ge. reins out of
column, followed by his orderly, dis
mounts at the side street, and presently |
is standing by his wifes side, welcomed |
most cordially by Miss Guthrie to the
now crowded balcony
In column Of platoons stretching from
walk to walk, clear across the street.
ranks carefulls aligned, every mans |
head and eyes straight to the front, the
lead ng troops of the Twelfth are now
elm ing stea Oily by. Hazlett has |
glanced out OF the corners of his ewes at
the lovely picture on the gallery, but,
riding at attention as. they are and on |
duty, he makes no sign. Randolph and |
Ridgeway, heading their platoons, strive I
TO do two things at once-look as though |
they saw and appreciated the fiuttering I
~reetings of hand and handkerchief and |
sAliling eyes to their right, and still look
as though they did not see it at all. The |
sorrels. the grays have gone by, the bay
troop Is passing, and now yonder comes
Gorham over On the other side of the |
street, the nearest he can get to his regu-
lation position Of four yards to the left