The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-01


In vain to the window TO wait for the
end
Only a hero or two in the fray;
Only a shadow DER home and Ger hall;
What Is the news from the battle to-day?
Sadness and sorrow and pain-that is all!
-Baltimore News.
The New York Commercial Advertiser
says that as the late evening train pulled
QUE of Camp Black one night half dozen
militiamen piled inLo the rear car, hot and
painting. The car was fun, and most of
the men had to seek seats forward; but one
asked permission to share passengers
seat and sank down into il with a deep
sigh. The reason for the sigh became evil
dent pretty soon, for the soldiers was dis
posed 10 be communicative.
That was pretty close" he said. "If the
train hadn't been late we'd never have
got it. The adjutant thought we hadn't
time to ketch it,. SEE he, Boys you'll
have 20 wait till tomorrow, But ! sez,
'Adjutant, I'd give ten-dollar bill to take
that train and so he relented and lei us
come And, l tell yoc I'm not very sor-
ry TO be here. l feel as though I'd Just
got out of prison. l haven't been out of
ca mp till now since l went down on the
"a of May, and I've had about all want
of it,
And how is it you succeeded in getting
out to-night?" inquired the passenger be-
ginning 70 be Interested.
Been rejected" he replied, with a
smile Were all rejected men"
you had something the matter with
your eyes, l suppose" said the passenger,
thinking from the appearance of the man
that that was the only possible defect that
could be found in him. He was a big,
healihy-loolling fellow, with a mustache
that hung down over his neither lip o.p
mo. My eyes were all right and my
ears were all right It's my teeth" he
said, in a confidential whisper i've only
got one" And he parted his lips sufi-
GENTLY to disclose lonely stump in the
corner of his mouth. THE surgeon said
1 could go if I would get set of false
teeth. So l said when I left camp, Boys
l may be back before long"
oh yes! Say, l don't mind telling YOU"
he continued, leaning over and whispering
confdentially in the passengers car;
I've got set at home! l didu bring it
down TO camp-not muchl Oh, yes; 1 NAV
go back. I'll have to think it over
though, when 1 get home, and see how I
feel / may so back. Wei, this is ia
maica, and I've got TO change cars Good
by"
One of the recruits of a Chicago regi-
ment nearly started something at Tampa
INC OtllSL IlSHl WfsiG ne was walking
post II was the first tour of guard duty
and he was as nervous, as a man can be
when about eighteen different officers have
given him specific Instructions and he
walked his post with a heavy tread and
an anxious glare directed straight ahead
of him. When taps sounded Tie corporal
of the guard came down the guard line
with his lantern and was halted by the
sentry, who has not been this side of the
water so long as some of the rest Of Us.
The corporal had a few Instructions to
hand out.
Now, Casey" said he, "that hugle call
you just heard was taps. After that sounds
you are to let no one cross your guard
line unless he gives the countersign. Re
member, it makes no difference who he is
he can't cross the line unless he has the
countersign, and if anyone attempts to
run across the line shoot him"
"Yis, sergeant, dear" said Casey "but
whisper, what is the eountersign?"
The corporal drew near to the sentinel
and, placing his lips to Casey's ear whis-
pered, "Gettsburg"
"All right sergeant. IN keep an eye
out" whispered the sentry, as he reso-
lutely shouldered his rifle again. For half
an hour he carefully paced his post with
cut seeing anyone approaching, and then
a dark form doomed up among the trees. 1t
was the officer of the guard but Casey
didn't know it. He prepared for action.
He felt that his time to distinguish him
self and prove Ne was alive TO the re-
sponsibilities of a sentry position had come
at last In the shadow ,of a tree he hid
himself until the man approaching was
just abreast Of him. when he came down
to charge bayonet and yelled in voice
which was heard all the way to the guard
house:
Haiti We spalpeen! Place your belly for
nlnst my bayonet and say 'GettsbuEg or
I'll blow the head off your aa
The countersign was at once forthcom-
ing and Casey was complimented on the
ease and grace with which he had de-
livered himself of the onerous duties of
a sentinel
All the way from Jacksonville comes
story about Gen. Andy Burt, says the Chi
cago Chronicle He is a prince among
officers and has a Napoleonic habit of
stroiling around among the tents to see
how the men are getting along. One of
the rainiest days they had al that camp
the general walked abroad with a rubber
poncho and rubber boots concealing all the
insignia Of his rank With all due respect
to the famous Indian fighter, he is not an
imposing figure, being rather under the
average hight of the enlisted men, and no
one would take him for an officer q first
glance, much less a brigadier general of
volunteers. ne came TO where a BOlOlefa
was working in the rain digging a trench
around a tent. Now, nothing Is so design
ed 90 ruffle the temper of any man as TO
have to work in the rain, and this soldier
was in fighting mood when the incognito
Burt approached him.
You are digging that trench 100 deep.
aren't you?" inquired the general, who
was anxious to help with a suggestion
81 don't know that I am" said the
workman. with a glance at the rubber
clad figure. Besides, he added, as ne
viciously sank his spade into the dirt, IT
dont know that you need 10 worry
about it,"
''Well. it merely occurred to me-" said
the general, that you were digging il
deeper then necessary"
Wen. now" said the soldier. I'm dig
gng this trench and I don't think It's any
of your ---- business how deep It gets"
And then Gen. Burt sadly went away 10
ponder on the hone, esSneeg Of Cen q q