Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1898-11-02
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she stood up instantly when he spoke
! to her and turned, facing. him.
1" sDid your mother send you out to
do this, sissy? lie asked.
:. NO. she answered:
sWho did, then?' he persisted:
Nobody; finked about it my;
SELF she said, gazing at him, q little
frown between her eyes.
"Then, seeing that some explana-
ton was expected Of her, she said,
quietly, though the dear voice broke
into sob over the words:
MY papa died in the army cause
he couldn't have iink of water, and
down went the brave little head, and
the men suddenly became as still as
death.
s.It didn't take ME minute to get
through and snatch that blessed baby
in my arms. I sat right down Oh
that horse-block aud cried over her,
without thinking once of how they
were all looking at me-.
sBut bless me, when did look UP,
there they were; wiping their eyes on
their coat sleeves: Two or three of
them knelt down, pattiug her little
shoes: Some of them had turned their
backs and stood looking hard at the
ground, while one soft-hearted fellow
sobbed like girl.
ST wanted to take her away, but
they begged hard to have her stay,
and she was so anxious to go on, after
she had had her little cry out, that 1 left
her and huEgied into the house. Dear
Jim, white and trembling, after had
blurted out my story to the tableful OF
soldiers, insisted upon going out to
her, while mother cried, and Barbara
informed us dozen times that She'd
always told us she weren't no regular
child
"When the soldiers fully understood
what it meant how they crowded about
her, touched to the heart by the pa
thetic little story. For two hours
she kept to her post gallantly, Jim
standing over her, proud and pale,
while Matthew carried water from the
we'll.
"'I- put the cap ON so as they'd
know I was papas daughter she
whispered to me, in full confidence
that every man in the regiment would
recognize it.
"Old men, grizzly and worn, strug-
gled up, proud of wor!l or smile; the
younger ones begged for kiss when
they pressed forward for drink, and
Captain Dorry,' as they called her,
ladled out. the sparkling water, intent,
heart and soul, on serving her thirsty
soldiers. Then the time came for
them to move on, and Dorry was lifted
up on Matthew's shoulder to see them
60.
"From her high post she waved the
old cap good bye, while the men, led
off by O veteran on crutches,- sent up
for Captain Dorry' three rousing,
roaring cheers that rolled away like
thunder and echoed back from the
hills.
They formed in line; the drummer
and the one lone ffer headed the pro-
scession, and down the road ttlaey Gamer
each man saluting as lie passed, while
she, after one quick glance at Jim,
raised the old cap and stood with un-
covered head. The tattered flag dipped
to the gallant little fgure;' the last
blue coat disappeared; the sound OF
the tramping feet died away.
"Two months later this box came by
express, directed to Miss Dorothea
Atkenson, and in it we found the cup.
"'To Captain Dorry.
From her faithful, loving soldiers
So read Aunt Mary, lifting the cup
from its velvet bed and looking at it
with dim eyes.
"My blessed little girl, how proud
she was. Nothing would induce her
to drink out of it; she guarded it low
ingly by day and slept with it perched
on the foot of her bed.
"We learned afterward that every
man in the regiment had given his
mite toward the purchase of the cup.
Then they were disbanded and went
beyond the reach of her thanks. But
Tell them I love every one of papa's
soldiers, Dorry said to Jim, stretching
out her arms as if to embrace the
whole regiment.
That's the end of the little story.
DEAR"
My aunt sat looking into the fire,
smoothing the old blue cap absently,
and l could not bear to ask the ques-
ton that trembled on my tongue.
eyes," she said, bringing her eyes
back to my face and seeming to read
my thoughts, "she died that very win
ter. We hung this over her bed where
she could see it always, and the cup
was on the pillow by her when she
breathed her last little sigh.
"My blessed baby, my little Captain
Dorry," said aunty, softly, while I,
looking down at the cup, saw it shin
ing through mist of tears. Youths
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