The Globe-republican., 1893-05-19

ING THE DEAD NAN.
boyish, blonde and CHASTITY; the eyes
were set and CLASSY. 1t was Death itself
charging the gun.
Within few feet of it the horse
swerved before brandished rammer.
and striking the cheeks of gun car
rage pitched his inanimate rider across
the gun. The hot blood of the dead
man smoked on the hotter brass with
the reek of the shambles, and bespat-
tered the hand of the gunner who still
mechanically served the vent. As they
lifted the dead body down, the order
came to cease firing. For the yells
from below had ceased too; the rafting
and grinding was receding with the
! smoke further to the left. The ominous
central cloud parted for brief moment
and showed the unexpected sun glitter
ing down the slope upon near and
geaceful river.
The handsome artillery officer had
dismounted and was gently examining
the dead man. His breast had been
crushed by fragment OF shell. He
must have died instantly. The same
missile had cut the chain of q locket
which slipped from his opened coat.
The officer picked it up with a strange
neutrality-suspicious. because he was con-
| scious himself of wearing similar one;
perhaps because it might give him some
clew to the mans identity. 1t contained
only the photograph of pretty girl,
tendril of fair hair and the word
Sally" In the breast pocket was
scaled letter with the inscription: For
Miss Sally Bows, to be delivered it
fall by the hireling's hand" A faint
smile came over the officers face. He
was about to hand the articles to ser
geant, but changed his mind and put
them in his pocket.
Meantime the lane and woods be-
yond. and even the slope itself, were
crowding with reserves and waiting
troops. His own battery was still I'M
limbered awaiting orders. There was
slight commotion in the lane.
Every well done, captain. Smartly
taken and gallantly held"
1t was the voice of general officer
passing with his staff. There was q
note of pleasant relief in its tone and
the middle-aged, care-drawn face of its
owner was relaxed in paternal smile.
The young captain flushed with
pleasure.
"And you seem to have had close
work, too" added the general, point
ing to the dead man.
The young officer hurriedly explained.
The general nodded, saluted and
passed on. But youthful aid airily
fingered.
''The old mans feeling good, Court
. land" he said. "We've rolled 'em up
: all along the line. It's all over now.
, In point of fact reckon you've fred
the last gun in this particular fratri-
, cidal engagement"
: The last gun! CORTLAND remained
silent, looking abstractedly at the frag'
= ment it had crushed and broken at his
, feet.
!, 'And shouldn't wonder If you 60,
e your gold leaf for to-day's work
+ But who's your sunny southern FRIEND
4 here?' he added. following his com
4 panion's eyes
z CORTLAND repeated his story q LITTLE
y more seriously, which. however. failet
h to impress the young aids levity
il $50 he concluded to stop over" he in
terrupted, cheerfully. But" looking
d at the letter and photograph, 81 say
Is look here! Sally DowsY Why, Their
r, was another man picked up yesterda,
r, with a letter from the same girl! Do
lie Murphy has it And, by Jove! tn
same picture, too. Ell? Look here
d. Courtyl you might get Doe Murphy
e. letter and hunt her up when this crue
u. war is over. Say you're fulfilling
Of sacred trustr See? Good idea, oil
er man! Ta-ta." and he trotted quickl
ne after his superior.
I'd CourtlAnd remained with The lette