The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-04-15
! PATHETIC wAaYspisops.
That Failed TO Terminate Tn the Cor
rect Way.


rect Way.
About the saddest thing ever en-
couhtored was -athetic little incl
dent on the battlefield aftor the siege
Of Atlanta. 1t was night, and i had
been ordered to GO out and work ON
easement near the enemy's lines.
says writer in the st. Louis Globe
Democrat They know we were there,
for they kept up continuous ping,
ping, ping Of mimic balls, now and
then varying the amusement by send
ing a hot ten-pounder, scorching the
ground and playing havoc with the
bushes unpleasantly close to our ears.
AS was running about suddenly one
OF our boys rushed up and said:
There's q dying man wants to see
you, captain. You'd better come
quick, for he's got. hole through
his head" / FASTENED IN the direc-
tion he indicated, and soon found the
poor fellow. He was being propped
up by a corporal, but by she way he
acted and talked knew Re was set
tied for.
They've got mo this time. captain"
he said slowly, the blood choking
him as he spoke.
He'd been wounded couple OF
times before, and was brave man
and good one, too. l said what /
could in the line OF sympathy, telling
him that it was the fate OF war, and
that all his old comrades would follow
Il i'm, lata m
matter OF few days anyhow.
II want you to do me favor, cap
tain" he said, the sweat on his fore
head shining like beads in the fitfut
CLEAN OF u candle we had lighted.
''Of course I'll do it, my boy" l
said.
There's my knapsaok and canteen,
he choked pitifuIly, "take them or
send them to my poor old father and
mother up in Vermont. Tell 'em that
their only son died like a soldier on
the field of battle. Tell them that
l died thinking OF them; and--and-
and there's another matter, another"
Here stream of blood gushed
from his lips and his eyes took on a
ioOh VI IOIEOT tiitst diLuoSI LIE htcilCu
me.
..Another matter" he gaspcd,
.another matter Reach down in my
blouse and get picture that is
there" did as directed and saw in
the faint light that the card bore the
face OF a young woman. "It's-it's
the girl was going to marry"
sobbed the dying man. Tell her
that-that l died with my lips on
hers Put the picture to my lips,
captain, that l may-may kiss it!'
He kissed the senseless cardboard
over and over again, and though I
turned my face reverently away I
caught a glimpse of the love-lighted
eyes that told his devotion. As he
caressed the likeness for the last
time the ambulance drove up and he
was tenderly loaded in for the
hospital, where his last moments
might BIO at any rate a little less
painful than on the rough rock
strewn battle ground.
The first chance / got sent that
knapsack and the sweet face to the
OliCo WIZ iONOu VIC boldlCI.
isn't all OF the story. In October. il
Irecollect Alright, just before the battle
OF Allatoona, and after General Hood
swung round to Grants rear, was
riding along very dusty road with
my company. Suddenly saw spec
tacle before me that nearly knocsed
me of my horse. There. in the mid
die Of the road, with his arms wildly
waving toward me. was the same dy-
ing soldier. His head was bandaged
up, and when he spoke his voice was
much impeded.
1--we got a furlough," he said, try
ing to grin good:naturedly, but fail
ing because OF the bandages round
his face. 1--WE got furlough. and
I'm going home to marry that girl
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