The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-04

ike men gone mad al the ragged hedge
OF bayOnets. The momentum OF the SQUAD
rons carried all before ia, and the row Of
bayonets melted away as rudy swords
were thrust ahead ard s,ashed about
Green's comrades rode past MIN Ike an
angry Storm. and he heard their shouts OF
triumph mingle with the shrieks Of terror
Of the routed foe. Re heard the sounds
grow fainter. and they were but a con-
fused murmur when his senses left him.
The trooper came back 10 consci ousness
as dawn was breaking. An overpowering
thirst was upon MIN. He tried to cry aloud
for water, but his tongue failed him He
heard voices, and opened MS eyes. Brad
da and NcLaren were halted near him,
and McLaren had stopped in the act Of
binding up flesh wound on his arm
Bracda had just ridden up, and NJ Laren.
in his Joy al the success Of the combat and
his conviction that the war was ended.
and that he would soon be with his wife,
even forgot that he and the senior were
personal enemies.
Halo, Bradda," he said heartily: 'fs
it you? This is a glorious nights work.
isn't il? len end the war. 1 wouldn't
have missed it for the world What a
charge to talk about in the days TO comep'
stop your cackiingr said Bradde
fiercely. 1t wasn't to hear that that /
came back to see you"
McLaren ceased his bandaging and look
ed with establishment into Bradda's face
He saw it was livid. What on earth's
the matter with you?' he said. What
do you want with me?"
Not six weeks since" answered Brad
da, you struck me ike dog, and I told
you l would remember it against YOU
"Bradda," said McLaren, i've been sor-
~ ever since for that blow, and I'm sor-
ry now. Win you forgive me for it? I
was mad with grief when 1 struck, and
didn't know what / was doing"
The junior held out his hand appeal-
ing, but Bradda savagely struck it away
from him. Take the hand that dealt
me such blow as yours, and all because
OF your pulling apology?" he said, I'D
wrench my arm out of its socket first. 1
told you I would repay you for the mark
you made then. l told you YOU would car
~ my mark down to the grave with you
and by God you wilin'
He drew his revolver and presented 1t
at McLaren.
why. cried the junior. you wouldn't
commit murder would you? Think. Brad
da, 1 implore you, think of what you are
doing"
Bradda laughed scornfully. Think, As
If 1 hadn't thought Of it enough There's
been no other thought in my mind since
you struck me your dastardly blow
There's my mark"
He fired. and McLaren reeled from his
saddle to the ground, and his startled
charger dashed away.
Inc senior subaltern had taken his re-
venge, and he turned to reioin his regi-
ment. already wondering how he should
explain his absence. TN tell them the
brute made off with me in the charge"
he said, and he began to pick his way over
the dead and dying. Il suppose 1 did it
first time" ne muttered and returned TO
q FrT ar
there every still, and Bradda saw a tiny
scarlet mark on the temple. He shud-
dered convulsively, In spite of himself.
and gave his horse the bride.
When Green saw what was happening
he forgot even his thirst, and when he
saw Bradda's revolver presented he tried
once more to speak, and 10 say Don't"
But again his tongue failed him. and he
saw McLaren fall, and Bradda prepare
TO ride off. The senior subaltern's back
was turned toward him, and the agony
Of mind caused by the thought that he
would escape without punishment for his
crime was keener than the pain of his
wound Green looked eagerly around and
craWled toward a rifle which was in the
hands Of dead Egyptian, and which was
sim loaded. He raised the weapon and
fired his last shot as a trooper of the
Kings Own. Il have done one good
thing in my life, a any rate,' he muir
mured, ana with that he died.
Bradda fell to the ground as McLaren
had fallen, save thai he lay face down
ward. His charged was startled by the
shot, but by this time he was used 10
the crack of the rife, and made no at
tempt TO run away
When the wounded were being collected
Bradda's charger was still nlbbling quiet
ly near his masters body. The soft dawn
was i'll the sky, and Paule and Day were
walking over the battlefield.
Paule saw Bradda's charger and the
two hurried up to it. There's poor Nc
Laren shot through the temple-God help
his wife" said Paule.
And there's Bradda, dead also" sad
Day, Two officers killed and four wound
ed won't sound bad in the report Of
small affair like this will it? tn all be
10 the honor Of the regiment"
Look here, said Paule, bending curl
ously over Bradda. His wound is in the
back. You'll remember what 1 said some
time ago about him?"
Day looked thoughtfully at the body be-
fore replying slowly: when one of Ours
IS found like that there's no room left to
Tx about the honor of the regiment"