The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1898-05-04

tlOn, btfOde away TO Jne rlSnt OF the
ranks with impassive countenances.
Further aud further down the line
moved the officer with the bag, and
man after man drew ont white pa
per, and took his place with those
who had safely passed the ordeal.
The first fifty drew blanks, the second
fifty drew blanks, and, as you may
imagine, the relief which came to
them meant increased anxiety to those
who still had to draw. Indeed, low
murmur of astonishment and indigna-
ton began to run through the three hun
dred left. Thereupon the officer
shook the bag again, and, putting in
his hand, stirred up the papers, after
which the drawing proceeded.
But somewhat more slowly AT
first man had one chance in ten to
escape; but now those left had nc
more than one chance in seven. Hands
moved reluctantly to the bag, and
drew out the lots with hesitation. In
deed only fierce threats on part of
the officer induced some to draw ST
all And still the stream of white pa
pers flowed from the bag, and men,
ay, and women, too, hurried to the
right; but the space on the left, re-
served for the doomed forty, was un-
occupied. Even the officer was as
tonished when the two hundredth
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away with the white paper stuck
prominently in his hat. Half of the
whole number had drawn their lots,
and of those left in every five must
die.
The officer TOOK his bag aside, and
made an examination by which he sat
isiied himself that the papers WITH the
red cross on were actually lying with
the rest. and thai it was impossible to
distinguish them by the feel. Then
he shook up the contents of the bag
once more, and resumed his duty.
But neither searching nor stirring up
of the papers changed the course OF
events. Fifty more blank lots were
drawn; and then, at last, there was a
movement stfr of excitement, a
murmur OF sympathy. In the midst
of it all were heard the frrntic pro-
tests Of the u1fortunate prisoner,
whose arms were being strapped by
the guard. He wildly exclaimed
against his fate. Why was he to be
shot when $50 had escaped? It was
monstrousl II was unfair, unfair
He would not submit. Then he be-
gan to pleal'an beg for mercy, aud
when th produced no effect, he
screamed Vhis old comrades to save
him from murder. Finally he was
gagged as well as strapped, and borne
of to the left, to the spot selected for
the execution.
This horrible scene broke down the
nerve of more than one among the
miserable remnant of prisoners; and
they began to drag the fateful papers
more and more slowly to the light.
hardly daring to look at them, lest
the awful rea-sross should be upon
them. Still, from man to man the
bag moved on, and no one drew a
second ath-paper, booming him to
join the first victim. The third hun
dred had all passed through. the or
deal, and only one of all the number
had drawn the bloodred cross. The
tension now became well-nigh un-
bearable, for of the remainder almost
every other man, woman or child
must Of necessity prepare to die.
Presently the former ghastly scene
was repeated; another victim was
marched of to death; then a third,
and fourth, and fifth. Yet be-
tween tiese ill-fated wretches there
had been many who had drawn
blanks, SO that at last an extraordin-
airy result was reached.
Forty papers remained in the bag,
and thirty-five bore the red cross of
death. 1t was at this stage that the
officer holding the bag advanced, and
presented it to one whose face showed
him to be a foreigner. He was
bronzed; but he had the fair skin, and
light brown hair of the Englishman.
There was an air Of distinction about
the. man; and the officer looked at
him with puzzled expression, as who
should say: How do you come to be
here with this vermin?" The sur
prise in his face was not lost upon the
Englishman, who, however. made no
ado, but plunged his hand into the
bag, drew out white paper, held it
up as if to satisfy the officer, then
thrust his hands into his pockets,
turned on his heel, and walked away
apparently the least concerned of all
the onlookers at this curious drama.
Before, however, he reached the
ranks of those who had successfully
passed the ordeal, wild cry reached
his ear; and he looked back. The man
whose turn to draw had now come was
a tall, haggard, fierce rebel; and he
was prepared to try his fate without
ado But his wife, who stood next to
him, threw herself between him and
the bag, with most affecting cry that
they would pass by her husband. The
poor creature was nearly beside her
self with terror; and the soldiers were
proceeding to unlock her arms from
her husbands neck Without a mo-
ment's hesitation the foreigner stepped
back TO the ranks, and in a quiet,
deferential way accosted the officer.