The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-01

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 tion. are what break my heart. old Charlie. and sometimes make me long to sink into the silent earthF | We often had talks like these. old Charlie and l, boyish and foolish as they may now seem to some or you grizzled travellers about me; and they were the greatest of living comforts to me. when so many of my comrades rather gloried in the ruin on every hand.
 On this occasion thought old Char lie rubbed my shoulder second time comfortingly. and seemed 10 say in that brave. eheery way he had: | Little Buttons, brace up! When you and are old vets. all this rumpus will be so sunniiy forgotten that We couldn't get a pension If we needed one. Besides, remember We carry the colors. my boy!"
 This last seeming reminder from old Charlie brought me 10 something like | Attention" when l saw 10 my sur prise that 1t had not been old Charlie's touch upon my shoulder at all. was looking into the deep hazel l tstS VI tHt oNhNi VI hhN bsRshHsNHi whom had seen in the group upon the | portico and who now stood before me with a white face regarding my own features with more intent and in- quiring look than had ever known rest upon them before.
 It seemed to me for a moment that | saw my own fathers face In his. | When he spoke my own fathers tones were in his words. When he laid his | hand upon my shoulder again 1t was as my own fathers loving touch. Tt can't be possibler he half whis- pered. He would have no boy as young as this. He would not permit him to lead this manner of life if he had"
 | And then as If recurring to some hope or purpose in his own mind, he looked at me appealingly and said:
 My lad, you have heart, If you are soldier?"
 "Oh, I hope so, sir" bashfully re- piled, startled by the strange family resemblance and the planters almost desperate manner.
 TT felt, when I saw your face" he | continued hesitantly, because 1t re- minded me of one long separated from me by the wall of political hatred, of a brother I once loved devotedly, that | might ask you to do distracted moth- CT and father very great kindness, indeed the greatest kindness that hu- man hand and heart might do." I was almost overcome by the inten- | sity of his feeling and the homesick- l ness every tone he uttered evoked, and I stammered forth some manner of con- fused assent, while old Charlie turned ingly.
 we have daughter in Atlanta-just about your age, my lad. Here is her picture"
 With an alert glance toward my tired companions, as if to guard so sacred a subject from intrusion, he placed ht- tie ambrotype in my hands. saw the sweet face of lass of per- haps sixteen years-almost the image | of my own sister; face with a radi- ant, unlocking smile, half hidden by a wealth of golden brown curls; a face that looked with tender eyes above a far life's horizon where rested only cloudless, happy skies.
 We heard the dull chucking and thudding of the heavy wheels be- yond the rattle of harness and fittings the sluggish tramp of weary feet, and saw the laggard wave of restlessness and rustling creep down the line which told us the columns were moving on be- yond, and that we had but a moment more together.
 "Here," he said quickly, as he trem- blingly pushed the packet into my pocket, "her name and address and a little note to her are all there. We cannot hear from her. Your army is between us. She is at sort of music school, with an Italian master-not in good hands, we fear. Atlanta will fall My God, boy! what will become of our darling Beatrice, in those hours of de- feat, of victory. of pillage, rapine and license!
 Captain Cooper and the officers were already in their saddles. The postil- lions and gunners were sulkily creeping to their places. saw the bugie raised to Bugler Andy's lips. Old Charlie was already restless and the clarion notes of the order to mount half drowned the planters almost despairing words.
 He clutched at my foot as I reached my saddle. I could barely hear him agonizedly plead:
 "IA heavens name search her out. Tell her of this meeting. Give her the letter. Be to her as though she were your kin"
 The infantry beyond had been sent on at double quick to regain our lost time. Captain Cooper's piping voice gave an impatient order to Bugler Andy.
 "Forward!-double quick!' shrilly followed in blaring bugle notes.
 My place was at the head of the col umn. The officer of the day had turned in his saddle and was scowling at me. I had only time to bend to the piteous white face and shout: What ever I can-so help me God!'
 He clutched me the tighter, as if in mute and desperate appeal. I touched old Charlie softly with the spur of my disengaged foot and We tore ourselves from the man-it was as though I had struck my own father blow!-and in an instant more Battery D, with its six gleaming howitzers was thunder ing over the ruined lawn and on and on at gallop over the stony road to its place, in park, in camp. '
 Every one knows the story of the Alt lanta campaign: Of the fiery conflicts at Chartersville, at ,Allatoona, at Ac- worth and at Big Shanty; of the invest ment, in blazing, burning, July days, of lordly Kennesaw Mountain, where