Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-07-18

GREW NEARER.
himself round, the flying rebel saw a
single horseman, far in lead, charging
down on him; and the great stride of the
horse warned him that his own under
fed beast must lose in that overmatch.
More carefully than before he braced
himself by his knees, taking steady aim
at the on-rushing shadow behind, just
as red flash CLEANED out from it.
His turning had saved the scout, for he
felt the wind of the bullet whining by;
but he heard, too, that rasping, indie
scribable sound of lead crashing into
flesh! One lurch, and the black was on his
knees, rolling over so quickly as to pin
his riders leg beneath him. On sped
the pursuer, followed close by others;
and the reb-with teeth set from pain
and rage-rested his pistol on his bride
arm and waited to make his last shot
sure-telling.
'Cease fring!" rang out in clear COM
mand; and the trained troopers fell
into twps, as they rode up behind their
officer.
Covered by Evans pistol, the latter
rode on alone to certain death, his own
revolver silent in his hand. For, with
his brutal fire of battle hot in his blood
the scout steadied his aim, and pressed
his finger slowly on the trigger-when
| suddenly he grew dizzy from pain, and
| fell back helpless. The next instant the
| pursuit was on him and he was covered
by the officers pistol
ttD1smount and secure him, sergeant, -
| the federal ordered, quietly: "Do you
surrender?''
81 can do nothing else," Evan an
swered, sullenly, quickly adding, in his
own vein: "And if you want live
| capture, let some of your blue-coated
| gentlemen lift this good friend of mine
l off my leg"
| The sergeant and another were al
ready beside him, the former deity
wrenching the pistol from his grasp.
Brief time it took to raise the quivering
horse from his riders leg and lift the
boy, pale with pain, to his feet.
easy, boys! Wait bit! think that
left legs gone!'' he said, with catch
in his breath. 'sU-h hi Ah-h! That's
better, Mister Yank." And he put his
foot gingerly on the ground, tried to
rest upon it, then leaned heavil-a the
stalwart sergeant.
''Who are you?" the officer asked.
"a confederate soldier Evan replied
"Scouting?''
''No: on leave" the other answered
quickly, his shrewdness returning as
pain decreased.
"What command?''
private, B troop, til Virginia Cav
airy" was the answer. 81 was riding
to farm below, with a lady,-had Nc
notion any Yanlzs were across the river.
"You fred on u.s. the officer said
sternly.
But didn't-hit your the boy re
torted, with grin half of pain and hal:
of fun, trying to gain time for Carolyn
Clay and listening eagerly for any SOUND
southwark.
''Dismounted Corporal Riley, SIR
the sergeant reported to his officer, hant
to cap.
That's even, major" Evan retorted
quickly. "You dsmounted me. May
ask one favor, sir? My horse and ar,
old comrades he added, with littl,
tremor in the voice. "Win you let tn
sergeant put him out of pain?-Nol no
THAR He quickly threw up the car
bine the sergeant leveled at sigma
from the major. "There's one ball lef
. in my pistol; and think poor old Je1
j would rather go that way"
, The stout-hearted scout turned hi
, face aside, and the rough sleeve passes
! swiftly across his eyelids, as the fedora
, trooper sent the last confederate bulle
: into the blacks brain.
Ninety-EiGht Bodies Recovered.
PARIS July 18.-The total number ,
bodies of victims of the st. Gervais foo
} and landslide recovered thus far is 90. Tn
! last TWO found had drifted down the rive
!. Ns far ~ Salsnches.