Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-28


 ed on tho left. A force hurried by to the support of comrades at the front. The ground he was on had just been fought over and dead and wounded scattered everywhere. Entering wood, he pushed forward through it. A young soldier, boy of IS, was sitting on the ground, supported by a tree, gasping for breath. 4 red stream running down his bosom showed that he had been shot through the lungs. You are thinking of home, my boy," muttered Maynard and pushed on. An officer lay in his path and begged him for what the wounded crave so oeagerly-water. May nard rode about hunting for q stream or spring. At last he found what he sought, and filling cantecn rode back to where the man lay. He was dead. In his hand he held picture of wife and two little children. Within hearing of the booming in front and shells cut ting the trees above him he had passed hom the harshest through the gentlest of human feelings to the eternal peace.
 Riding on, Maynard met an officer he had known intimately. Without thought of his altered condition tho degraded colonel waved his hand ia salute-and cried out, How goes the battle, ma. jur?" The officer passed by with a look which Maynard never forgot. It sent the hot blood mounting to his checks. He could have eleven the man's skull with his saber. But there was no need of that. Was there not an enemy at the front; Yes. and there was death, He dashed on and arrived at one of the hot test points on the left just as 0 line of cavalry was moving to a charge. Joining them, he rode down into storm so wild, so fiercS, so full of de- struction that surely he thought the coveted death must come. But the gaps ! in the ranks were to his right. to his left, anywhere, everywhere, except | where he rode And when the troopers with whom he fought came out of the fight Mark Maynard was still among the living.
 So opened the battle of Saturday. Sept. 1s. Throughout that day May nard rode wherever he saw that grim specter lowered. At times he was with the cavalry, at times he would dis mount, and leaving his horse in the rear go forward with a musket. On one occasion, catching the enthusiasm of battle, he was forgetting his misfortune when the officer of the regiment with which he fought recognized him. The two had been at enmity.
 Leave these ranks"'
 Maynard turned, saw that he was ad- dressed and who addressed him. Throw | ing down his gun. the hot tears burst | ing from his eyes, Inc turned away. Again he was tramping through a corn field on the flank of a regiment when he saw a division general inspecting tho men as they passed forward to an at tack. He recognized the general who had sent the spy to him. Their eyes met. 1 Maynard had by this time come to see through the device by which the other had led him into his present position and rrgarilc,l the officer steadily. The man turned his horses head and gal loped away. There was one man in the | army who did not care to look him in the eye.
 Tho day passed with a succession of blows upon an army still too strung out" for its own good. But they were all successfully resisted. Wherever a place was weak some brigade or division was sent to strengthen it, usually leav- ing a place where it had been. But all points were strengthened in time. All damage repaired, at least the damage on which hung defeat The damage to the dead and thirsting wounded scat tered along tho line for miles could never be repaired. It could he counted
 and laid down accurately in the official reports, but who can count or repair
 the hearts broken with every charge,
 every defensel
 I And so the sun went down over | I field on which there was no victory, nc defeat. only suffering and death.