The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1894-05-27

wagon made her a hero's bed, a1d Cap
tain Doc. Selling the reins, turned the
horses cautiously and drove IN haste
back to his drug shop.
Farraguts feet and "the honor or the
Riff-Raffs' were forgotten IN tie pres
ence of the shadow Of death.
Irpon his own bed beside an open win
dow he laid her, and while his eager
company became surgeons ASSISTANTS he
tenderly bound her wounds.
For several hours she lay in a stupor'
and when she opened her eyes the cap
tain knelt beside her. Mrs. Magwlre
stood near, weeping.
as Il saved?" she asked, when at
length she opened her eyes
CAPTAIN Doc, thinking her mind was
| wandering, raised her head, and pointed to
| the river, now abalze with light.
see" said he. 1.-TWO steamboats,, load
ed with burning cotton, and the great
shin meeting them. That is Yankee
runboat. See, it is passing"
"And YOU didn't shoot? And are the
| people glad?''
"No. we didn't shoot You fell and got
hurt at the dark turn by the acacia
bushes, where you hang your little Ian
tern on dark nights. Some one ought 10
have hung one for you tonight How
did it happen, child?'
ct didn't happen. I did IT on pur-
pose. I knew If 1 got hurt you would
| stop and cure me, and not fire at the
boats. I wanted 10 save-to save the
| plan"
While the little old man raised glass
TO the childs lips his hands shook, and
| something like a sob escaped him.
Listen, little one" he Whispered whlle
| his lips quivered.
Il am an old fool, but not a hend-
not a devil Not a gun would have
| fired. wet all the powder. l didn't
want anybody TO say the Riff Rains
Ainched at the last minute"
But you-oh, my Cod" His voice
sank even lower. "You have given your
young life for my folly
She understood.
Il haven't got no pain-only / can't
move. I thought I'd get hurt worse than
/ an-and not so much. l feel as If
am going up through the red into the
blue. And the moon is coming sideways
10 me. And her FACET Is in it-Just ike
the picture VIII they" she cast her
ewes about the room. as If halt-con-
scious Of her surroundings.
''Will they love me now?'
Mrs. Magwire, sobbing aloud, fell upon
her knees beside the bed.
God love her, the heavenly child
she walled. "She was niver intinded for
this world. Sure, an love ye darlint,
inst the same as Mary Ann an Kitty
an better, too, to make up the loss OF
yer own mother, God rest her"
Great tears rolled down the cheeks or
the diving child, and that heavenly light
which seems a forecast OF things unseen
shown from her brilliant eyes
She laid her thin hand upon Mrs. Mag
wires head, buried now upon the bed
beside her
LAY the little blanket on me, please
when ] GO
She turned her eyes upon the sky.
"She worked it for me-the Darling
on it-Darling,' Darling over and
over her moving lips shaped the word.
"The moon is coming again-sideways.
II is her face"
So. through the red of the fiery sky,
nm into the blue passed the pure spirit
of little saint Idyl.
The river seemed afire now with float
ing chariots Of fame.
Slowly. majestically, upward into this
fiery sea rode the fleet.
Although many Of the negroes rad
run, frightened into the woods, the con-
Nagration revealed an almost unbroken
line on either side Of the river. va;c' ing
the spectacular pageant with awe-siiiok-
en-, ashy faces.
At Bliou a line Of men-not 'he RIn
Raffs-sat astride the cannon. over the
mouths Of which they had hung their
hats or coats.
az tell yer deze heah Yankees mus be
monst'ous sized men. Look 1T de big
eve-holes lonside o. de ship" said one
"a black young fellow.
"Eye-holesw retorted an old man sit-
ting apart: "dem amt no eye-holes, chi.
len. Dev gin-holes, Dat what dey is'
An ef you don't keep yo faces straight
devil 'splode out on you TO you know
It,"
The first speaker rolled backward down
the leyee. half q dozen following Inc
old man sat unmoved. Presently a nt-
tie woolly head peered over the bank.
.sNhat de name O. dat fust man-o'-war,
gran dad?"
" Name Freedom" the old man an
swered. still without moving Freedom
comm wild guns In 'er mouf. READY 10
spit fire. tell YER III.
'Jeens heah, say all de no-count nis.
gers Is gwine be sol over asin-is uat
so gran'dad?" -, .sr
''Yas: every Teller gwine be Sol yer
ITSELF An a mighty emery. io"-uo""
marster heap OBJ 'em II GIT, too:
II was nearly day when Captain DOC