The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-08-15
THE FORTUNES OF WAR.
Continued from Sixth Page.)

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Arrangement on their countenances, But
as the fourth victim of the soldier s
| wrath tumbled to the ground, his head
almost severed from his body, the re-
naming two dashed away on legs OF
fright and made for the forest beyond
Warwick abandoned pursuit as the
hail of lead from the enemy's ranks
swept around him. With the strength
| of a lion he whirled the heavy piece of
artillery around. He plunged both arms
into the ammunition box and trans
| ferred the object of his search into the
gaping, smoking, waiting mouth of the
| cannon. He rammed the charge home
| with fierce energy, then trained the
muzzle on the retreating foe.
With feverish haste he applied the cap
and pulled the lanyard
A sheet of flame and mighty crash
of sound burst from his charge, and as
he leaned forward and saw the havoc
wrought by his iron messenger, he
threw his cap in the air and danced and
shouted in his excess of joy. j.,
A ringing cheer from his comrades
behind and he turned to greet them.
A singing pain shot through his head.
He reeled and grasped the vince! of the
gun for support. The crashing of mus
kerry sounded far off. The men in blue
seemed to be melting away in the
clouds; he seemed lowering in the air;
queer, singing noises sounded in his
ears; SILVER crash, a low, roar,
ruinbling sound.
Warwick had fallen.
The city was decked in its gayest at
tire. The streets were choked with peo-
pie. Bands were playing, drums were
beating and thousands of threats added
their piercing cries to the general up
roar.
As far as the eye could see was one
vast moving, pushing, surging mass of
humanity. They extended from the
buildings beyond the curb and savage
policemen used their utmost endeavors
to keep clear path of some thirty feet
in width in the center Of the street.
The troops were coming home from
war!
A low, murmuring roar like the ap-
proach of a storm in the distance moved
swiftly down the avenue and deepened
into mighty cyclone of sound.
With heads proudly erect, faces
bearded and bronzed, their uniforms
ragged and faded and worn, some ban
daged, some holoW-ckeeked and gaunt, |
the heroic conquerers came down the |
path, which was now strewn with the |
floral offerings of the maddened people |
How the people screamed and waved |
their handkerchefs and shouted endear-
ing terms of recognition It was a |
great enough and glorious
enough to gladden. the heart of the
nightiest general of them all
By the side of his company, with
proud, happy smile on his face, marched
longer but one of the
longer the bearer of the pro-
sale musket, but wearing the shoulder
straps of an officer and leaning lightly
against his heaving breast and moving
n and out with the rhythm of his body
"a sword
1t was Captain Warwick now.
Under his slouched hat his restless
eyes moved from right to left. eagerly r.
searching for a face in the crowd--one
ace In all those thousands--the face of
he woman he loved
A bunch Of fragrant roses fell at his
eet. He stopped. picked them I'D.
glanced swiftly into the throng and be-
leld the countenance of her he sought
lot white and timid and anguish
tricken now but red with a rich color
# hope, joy, anticipation, pride
Fervently he pressed the flowers to his
Ups and smiled back his very soul as the
egiment marched on.-Chicago News {