The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-04-27

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and from the dense thickets that skirted
the camp ground came ever ard anon
the mournful sound OF whippoorwIls,
sounding faint aud low, like the remem.
bcrc1 echoes Of a dream. Yet Wallace
KeenG would have given we'll nigh all he
was worth to exchange its luxuriant
verdure one moment only for the pine
clad heights and salt winds of MaiD.,
with russet winged robins chipping their
familiar madrigals in the apple orchards
below.
"Two years ago left honc," mur.
INJURED Wallace Keene as he gazed
thoughtfully out where the purple sky
seemed to touch the waving woods.
"Two years since young lIarney told me
he never would give Marion to "a com
mon mechanic yet the wound rankles
sharply still"
"Captain-"
"ls that you, Spiccr1 What nowl"
Captain Keere turned his face toward
the opening of the tent, where Private
Spicer's head was just visible.
"Why, sir, our fellows have just
brought in that lot o. men that was hurt
in that scrmmage across the river this
morning, and some on 'em is wounded
bad"
.'I will be there directly, spicer."
There was little crowd of men gath
cred on the river shore in tho warm
glow of the spring, but they silently
parted right aud left for Captain Keene's
tall figure to pass through their midst
Six or seven dusty, bleeding men were
sitting and lying around in various pos.
lures, their ghastly brows made still
palcr by the faint, uncertain glimmer of
the young Don. Keene glanced quickly
around, taking in the whole scene IN
that one brief survey.
lie stopped short rs his eye fell on q
new face, half shadowed by the green
sweep of dropping alders--a pale, blood
streaked face with gaping cut on the
forehead.
"This is not one of our menl" he ex.
claimed sharply. "lIow came he herel"
"No, sir" exclaimed Spicer, stepping
forward. al think he belonged to the
Eighth. I'm sure don't know how he
ever got mixedsup with our fellows, but
there he was, and thought we'd better
not wait for their ambulance, but bring
him straight here"
"Right," briefly pronounced Keene,
stopping over the insensible figure
"Let them carry him to my tent
Spicer."
"I beg your pardon, captain--:o you
tent2'
"Didu't you hear what | saidl" sharp
ly interrogated the superior officer
"Bruce, make the Others comfortable il
Lieutenant Ordway's quarters. Tncr,
will be plenty OF room Tor them there.
Swell, I'm beat" calculated Spice
five or ten minutes afterward as he cam
out of the captains tent scratching hi
| shock of coarse red curls.
Meanwhile the dim light of lam
swinging from the center OF the littl,
tent shone full on the singular grouI
within its crcling folds-the wounded
private lying like II corpse, still aud pale
on the narrow iron bedstead, the youn!
officer leaning over him and supporting
his head-and the brisk, gray eyed little
surgeon keenly surveying both as he un'
folded his case of phials and powders.
ale is not dead, Goctorl"
"No; but he would have been in an
other half hour. Your prompt remedie:
have saved his life, Captain Keene."
"Thank Godl oh, thank God"
The surgeon looked at Keene il
amazement.
ale doesn't belong to your regiment
Why are you so interested in the case =
"Because, Doctor said Keene, witt
strange, bright smile, "when 50,
him lying under the alders, dead, as
thought, rejoiced in my secret heart
AT first-only at first. The next momen
l remembered that l was man and