The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-03-02

aud came rushing in on the surpris-
ed bivouac. Marnaduke felt tho
rush and the tumult. He was aware
of a great black man who waved a
club; he saw the adjutant go down
I'D front of him. and his sword was
dashed in shattered fragments from
his grasp. The. next second, with
a champagne bottle in his hand, he
snota blindly to left and right.
Afrer that he saw red, and red
only, but always he smote and
Smote and smotc!
YES" said the colonel, II have
taken your advice and recommend
ed Wynne tor tho v. C. He must
be a good plucked I'm after all. And
I was rather afraid
He only wanted blooding,'' said
the adjutant, who had his arm in IL
sling and sticking plaster on his
nose bridge.
He wont away and found Wynne
sitting on q biscuit box, his head in
his hands.
Congratulate you, old chap!''
What fors" asked Marmaduke,
without looking up.
THE chiefs recommended YOU
for the cross"
"Me2 Mo for the CROSSE" asked
Wynne tonclessly.
Eyes, you for the cross. l told
him how you saved my life last
night"
Saved your lire?"
Yes. Don't you rcmembera''
"No!'
what? Don't remember hitting
that Hadendowa over the head with
Il champagne bottle after he'd bro
ken your sword with his nut crack
orr"
"Idon't remember anything of it;
no Il thing"
We'll, you r a queer chap! But
l suppose the oxcitement''-
1T wasn't the parliamentary
head, my headl'' groaned Wynne.
well, anyhow, remember it OF
not just as you please, but you
saved my life and the chief'srecom-
mended you for the v. c."
Marnaduke sat for some timo
lost in thought; then he rose and
walked unsteadily to the colonel's
tent. The latter was writing.
DAY, Wynne! How are you
after the scrimmagef"
Il don't want the cross" he said
luckily
The co!onsi. looked up from his
writing.
Whats that you saya" he ques-
toned inattentively.
II don't want the cross-I don't
want the cross-I don't want the
Cross" Wynne went on moodily,
passing his fingers over his eyes as
if he were dazed.
What the deputy assistant adju-
tant generalship do you mean7''
gasped the colonel. "Have you for
gotten yesterdays"
NO." said Wynne, "but 1 want
it forgotten. Iwant it blotted out
of my life"
"Why2" asked the colonel's eyes.
Because l was guilty of conduct
unbecoming an officer and Il gentle
snan."
Howl"
II was blind, filthy drunk"
There was a pause. The colonel
fumbled with his papers.
IAN I to take this seriouelyf" he
asked at length.
YES" muttered Marmaduke.
A white haired, soldierly old gen
Ileman met another white haired,
soldierly old gentleman on the
shady side Of Pail Mall.
! Hello, Wynnei How are you
and how's your sonq" said the sec
ond to the first.
II nm well, thank you." came the
answer stifdy.
And what's become Of your
boy7" asks the first; then adds sud-
denly: Whats wrong with you,
old fellow7 You look all queer"
my boys dead. Dead in Egypt.
Dead of drink. And oil because Of
that Internal war office.
WAR Officoi"
Eyes, the war Office. He won the
". c. at Hester Wells and they
wouldn't give it to him. He drank
himself to death from disappoint-
ment. That's what become of my
boy."-Black and White.
Over IL, 600 different kinds Of but
tons have been found il pictures Of