Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-04-11

oud from the dense thickets that skirtec
the camp ground came ever and amor
the mourntul sound of whippoogwiIls,
sounding falut and low, like the remcm
bcred echoes OF a dream. Yet Wallace
Kecne would have given well nigh all he
was worth to exchange its luxuriant
vcrdure one moment only for the pin,
clad heights and salt winds of Mama,
with russet winged robins chirping their
familiar madrigaIs in the apple orchards.
below.
1.-Two years ago left hone," mur.
mmed Wallace Keene as he gazst
thoHghtfully out where the purple sky
seemed 10 touch the waving woods
1.-TWO years since young Harney told me
he never would give Marion to "a com.
mon mechanic yet the wound rankIes
sharply still"
Captain"
ISIS that you, Spiceri What nowi"
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 scrimnage across the river this
morning, and some on 'em is wounded
bad"
= az will be there directly, Spicer."
There was little crowd of men gath
cred on the river shore in the warm
glow of the spring, but they silently
parted right and 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 ghastIy brows made still
paler by the faint, uncertain glimmer Of
the young moon. Keene glanced quickly
around, taking in the whole scene il
that one brief survey.
He stopped short as 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 men" ne ex-
claimed sharply. Glow came he here's"
"No, SIR" exclaimed Spicer, stepping
forward. ~ think he belonged to the
Eighth. I'm sure don't know how he
ever got mixed up with our fellows, bu,
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 iusensible figure.
"Let them carry him to my tent,
Spice
= 1eg your pardon, captain--to YOU
ten
Didn't you hear what I said" sharp.
ly interrogatcd the superior officer
''Bruce, make the others comfortable iz
Lieutenant Ordway's quarters. There
will be plenty of room for them there"
"Well, I'm beat!" calculated Spicei
Eve or ten minutes afterward as he came
out of the captains tent scratching hi.
shock of coarse red curls.
Meanwhile the dim light of larlE
swinging from the center OF the little
tent shone full on the singular group
within its circling folds-the wounded
private lying ike corpse, still aud pale,
on the narrow iron bedstead, the young
officer leaning over him and supporting
his head-and the brisk, gray eyed little
surgeon kecnly surveying both as he uu-
folded his case of phials and powders.
y "He is not dead, 6octor2"
''No; but he would have been in On.
other half hour. Your prompt remedies
have saved his life, Captain Keene."
"Thank God! oh, thank Godl"
The surgeon looked at Kecne in
smazement.
"He doesr's belong TO your regiment.
Why arc you so Interested in the casei"
"Because, doctor" said Keene, with
strange, bright smile, "when 1 saw
him lying under tao alders, dead, as ]
thought, rejo.cCd Ia my secret heart.
At fTst--only at fist. The next moment
remembered that l was n man and
Christian. For years I have carried the
spirit of Cain in my breast toward that
man: nov it is washed out in his
blood" .
1t was high noon of the next day be.
fofe the wounded man started from a
fevered doze into the faint dawn of con-
sciousness. -
"Where am II" he faltered, looking
wildly around him, with an Intellectual
effort to raise his dizzy head from the
piilc~,
Now, DO easy" said Private Spicer,
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