Arizona republican., 1894-11-02

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 'Good!' cried the surgeon.
 ''Shell Annie, chorused the sergeant . and the corporal in breath. Here, give me your canteen, Otto. ,
 said the surgeon. Hold her head up
 auntie, and, sprinkling few drops on the tiny head, he continued: ''Shell
 Annie, baptize thee in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. and may They ever protect thee as has the God of battle to-day. Now, Otto, the sergeant will remain with file of men until morning, and you may re- main with them. for you look tired and worn out. my boy"
 At the word of command the other soldiers took up the line of march, and faint and fainter grew the roar and rumble of departing legions, rolling on irresistibly to match their blue bil- lows with the blue waves of the dis tant sea.
 Twenty years after the furling of the flags the battlefield of Jonesboro was corn field, and the rustling rows of the crested corn hid from view the al- most obliterated traces of strife. Peace and plenty reigned, and the one-armed veteran of the north was hobnobblnp with the peg-legged veteran of the south as they laughingly recounted the experiences of the war.
 Asheville has become a great resort for summer visitors from all sections on account of it's quietude, it's health ful air and water and it's splendid scenic surroundings.
 As the train slowed up at the little station man, apparently blessed with all the activity of youth, but bearing about him that unmistakable air of maturity that indicates intimate knowledge of and rough experience with life, stepped on the platform and strolled up the hill toward the hotel.
 The dusky twilight of the dying summer day softened the rugged out lines of the gloomy mountains, and the tinkle of crystal stream made music in the thickets below.
 Suddenly the stranger was startled by wild cry, and around turn of the road came horse at full speed. and in the buggy, swaying to and fro at his heels, there wus 8 futter of white
 Springing forward and dropping his belongings, the stranger clutched the reins of the frightened animal and ar rested his mad career. but the shock was so sudden that the occupant of the buggy was tossed into the bushes by the roadside.
 Releasing the horse, which stood trembling with fear and excitement, the stranger lifted the prostrate form, and as the crowd from the hotel came rushing to the spot she opened her eyes in dazed and startled way.
 Are you hurt much?" asked the stranger.
 No, thank you; was only fright ened. l had just gotten into the buggy and was going for a ride when he be- came frightened and ran away. Oh, how can ever thank you?'
 Best by not mentioning it again" sad the stranger, brusquely, handing her his card as he resigned her to her friends and walked away.
 On the following morning the stranger arose late after his fatiruino l Journey, and when he went down to l breakfast beside his plate was a little perfumed note, and he opened it and | read it, half amused and half in won- der
 ''OTTo HARDEN: Permit me to thank you and to convey to you the grateful feelings of my friends for your brave action in rescuing me from my peril ous position yesterday. As a partial 1 recognition of your kindness, I wish to extend to you an invitation to en- joy picnic excursion with us to-day. It is my birthday. Please do not fail to come. Gratefully,
 FANNIE FoNTAINE."
 On blank leaf from his notebook Barden wrote line accepting the in- and then leisurelv finished his breakfast.
 The day was perfect, and, as the special guest of the heroine of the day, he thought he had never felt quite so near at peace with himself and all mankind as he did while loung ing on the green grass beneath the shadow of the tall hem,ocks st the foot of the mountain with pretty Annie Fontaine.
 Chatting in desultory way, Barden suddenly recalled the day and the drama of twenty years ago.
 Do you know" said he, ''that was one of those Tanks that marched with Sherman to the sea?"
 Indeed? Why, you must have beer } very youthful soldier''
 "I was drummer boy, and this day twenty years ago was in the battle