The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-01
TALES OF TEN TRAVttERS.
Continued From Page Three,

hayonet and whispered: 'p as-.~ Remember-Atlanta" 'a... .-.-
 The musket clattered to the sentry s shoulder. Then 1t ciattered to the pos sItion of Present arms." The officer of the guard passed on: while the musket clattered back to the sentry's shoulder, and the ghostiy tramp. tramp. tramp. was again begun.
 Two dripping figures lay for a time together" in the rank grass beside the stream.
 When they arose they stepped fear lessly toward the sentry's path. A stern command rang out:
 "Halt!-Who goes there?"'
 Friends. with the countersign!"
 Advance. friends. and give the coun- tersign"' .
 Two figures bent over the sentry E leveled gun.
 Remember-Atlanta" they whis- pered as cheerily' as when giving the touchword of some pretty children's game. while with gruff Pass on!" the sentry's musket clattered back to his shoulder without salute.
 We sped across an open field and when We had at last gained the high way over which I had so strangely come, clasping the girl in my arms, l murmured ecstatically in her ear:
 With Gods help. we are outside the Confederate lines!'
 Not a whisper or a shudder nor even a ripple of emotion was evoked. Just an answering pressure from the brave girls hand. and we were away to the north again like two winged graiths of the night.
 After perhaps two miles had been traversed, saw the stream we had fol- lowed now winding closely beside the highway; and remembered that at a place where the transport wagons crossed the stream on the previous eve- ming had noticed stone bridge, with parapet-like copings. then occupied by Federal outposts. Reaching this our dilemma now seemed insurmountable.
 Here we flung away our shoes and hugging the coping wall, opposite the side where I had seen the pickets in blue, we began moving stealthily across. One of my hands held fast to Beatrice. The other groped from stone to stone along the rotten masonry. A false step caused me to stumble and sent my hand forward with unusual force. It missed the wall and the next instant lance-like bayonet passed en- tirely through the flesh of my left fore arm. ...s-..
 No challenge or word followed and made no outcry. Dropping the hand of ri I orT and saw that the figure holding the musket behind the bayonet was strangely silent. I peered again and listened. The picket was grirnly and valiantly gripping his gun which was pointed toward the enemy, but this hero of perhaps half hundred battles was snoring peacefully in. sleep. > l grasped the gun barrel gently be- low the 'bayonet lock; pulled my wounded arm from off the steel, as the blood spurted down upon the sol diers legs: grasped Beatrice and pressed dizzily' forwards when at a safe distance hurled a stone back upon the sentry that he might escape death from being discovered asleep up- on his post in another half hour. with out interruption or observation, had shut the little girl securely within my own little white tent. which danced all manner of ghostly antics before my eyes; and then. half fainting from exertion. excitement and loss of blood, fell in ans unconscious heap xupon some near bags of fodder;-when all the world was still.
 Always like troubled yet gladstone dream have remained with me the events of the morning following. . Indistinct were the notes of the re- veille. Far and whispered and almost like sound1ess lip-movings, were the shouts in my ear by Sergeant. .McGee of Little Buttons! Little Bnttons.z4Out O this, t. yer tint, or tn diyiRs own sor- ra yell see!" <, Sf .%
 Incomprehensible, too, were some strange flight of mine, with seeming changing, sabre-like wings, to the head quarters tent and the shadowy guards, the scoWling officers, the half-heard questions and the impatient orders that met me there. Dim and torturing was a great placard I seemed to see every letter of whose words like flaming fire DWQeQ worse LQdn QedtQ Into my Wnlrl- ing brain, of
 Little Buttons.
 DISGRACED!'
 For Absence within
 -. .- the Enemy's lines
 WITHOUT LEAVE! -, Faint and far were the bugle notes of roll call; the droning summons of the orderly and its responses; the salutes between officers and men; the reading of some hateful order; the instant mur- mur of disapproval which followed; the inpetuous protests and half frightened reproofs. ...