Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-05-03

II am sure do not understand" was
IN she could say.
.How should you? You have heard
,,,v one aide. You knew Charlie NAL
Nv tbe old dressmaker's onsy sonT
"Yes."
"Well, he died-not gloriously, 1t tne
lannon's mouth, but shamefully, cow
ardly, you would say. in camp nos
pital. His last words were[l was Will
him--Oh, my poor mother! VINO VIII
.are for herY' But his was coward
Hath. 80 what does 1t matter? He only
had the fever. And DIR. StanIey-you
we're berating him last night-shame-
tul shirk,' 1 believe, was your ratner
strong expression. Yet that boy, seeing
al his chances of what the multitude
he unthinking, consider the only ser
rice deserving Of plaudits ana praSe
work on the field of batte-ehppins
away from him one by one, cheerruiiy
md patiently continued his ouues
among the sick around him. You no
aoubt read of DR.. Bob Ohurch's herolsm
It Las Guasimas We got the news ono
night about supper time, and Stanley
giving no sign Of the bitter disappoin!-
ment he was feeling because no suen
ucky chances were to be his, spent tne
,est of the night in the hospital caring
FOR his charges, who were not sunerin6
from battle wounds. but only prosaic
lever. There was no glory In tony
luty. And you do not call that noble!
ASK some of those poor devils whose
ives depended on his tenderness ana
skill at Chickamauga, Miss Fremont
and they will tell you stories OF that
youngster that should make you PROUD
to call him your friend"
81 had never thought of all that" she
said.
.~There were q hundred chances OF
flying IN our camp" he continued, as
she did not speak, ito one among those
heroes at Santiago. They could lie In
shear trenches, secure from Spanish bull
Ists, but how could we dodge the con-
tagion Of typhoid, Of malaria. of-er-of
mumps? (She was young thins.)
Death was In the air we breathed. In
the water we drank. Far be 1t from me
10 praise myself. Miss Fremont: but
when a fellow has tried his best. and
lone his full duty, too. II do say 1t. 1t
zones hard on him to be abused and
.idiculed, especially" in a lower tone.
by one from whom he had hoped such
iiferent things"
McKennoy had risen, and stood look.
ng around as II for his hat. He had
eft 1t In the hall, as he well knew.
Surely you are not going so early
she said, in sudden anxiety, laying her
aand on his arm.
"Yes, 1 do not feel as II 1 could bear
more tonight"
"I did not mean to hurt you; did not
mean to be cruel" said the girl.
II suppose l will have to get used to
hat sort Of thing" he answered. mar
yrlike. II should be thankful to be
,afely out Of that deaths hole, where so
many brave fellows-ah. pardon me,
.owards-were left in their graves. My
souvenir will soon be healed" and he
moved his neck stifly, an expression of
,ain fitting over his face.
"Oh, Mr.. McKennoy-Joseph-
ny cruelty"
"Yes, Miss Fremont, I do. It hurt,
,ut you did not know. I forgive you
reely."
"Oh-"
Il would say more, would say again
hat love you, but you would consider
t no honor to be loved by a coward
"Joseph-my dearest-hush. never
laid that: I never meant 1t. You are
ihe most really brave, noble man"-Qn
some way or other she was in his arms
this timee"Oh. be careful Of your poor
aeck."
1T hurts only when turn 1t side.