Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-06-01

saw were empty, declared he did not
know where it was. The field mar
shall turned to the officer of the post
and said:
Very well, IL he does not remem-
Der by tomorrow morning, shoot
him."
When they had relieved us of u
arms aid placed us under guard, my
father, tho watched the sentinel from
the corner Of his eye, told us that he
had hidden the flag: that, seeing the
day was going against us, he had torn
1t from its standard, wrenched the
eagle from its perch, flung it into a
ditch, while he had concealed the
precious silk, riddled with balls, under
his coat.
My father was a simple man, the
descendant of peasants, a son Of the
soil: but in speaking to US of these
things the man seemed to expand and
become exalted with the words he ut
tered.
He told us this fragment of silk was
sacred, that the wind that swelled its
folds was the breath Of the nation.
and that 1t moved In the midst OF us
on the march as the image Of our
country.
Then he thrust it into my bosom.
not wishing it to be found On him
when he should be shot next day.
In the evening the Prussians sent
a flag of truce asking a suspension of
hostilities hat each might bury its
dead, and asked one. of our number to
act as guide to u lines. An old COM
rade. who knew the country we'll, Of
was discovered that no one had a
bandage for the eyes OF the bearer of
the flag of truce.
A sudden idea struck me-. II was
running a great risk. but it was worth
the trial.
If you wish, I will bandage the
eyes OF the officer with my handker-
chief" | said. l produced the flag, the
red and blue stripes of which / had
folded inside. leaving the white alone
visible.
My father instantly understood my
ruse and explained in patois to the
guide that he was to remove the
bandage, and while the p~reliminaries
were in progress deliver it safely into
the hands of our troops.
The lantern gave out a feeble light,
and no doubt. providence favored us,
for the thing passed, and the officer
mounted his horse and, with his eyes
bandaged, followed the lead Of the
guide.
We could but accompany in thought
the enemy, who carried back himself
the flag within the lines of our own
army. The time passed. We heard
in the night the cathedral clock strike
the hours. At last we heard the SEN
tinel's challenge. The flag of truce had
returned. / rushed to the guide.
1.-THE flag is saved!" | cried.
Eyes, but we are lost" he answered.
In few words he explained that the
affair had succeeded, but that the Of
icer had discovered too late the ruse,
and had returned furious. In fact, he
came accompanied by a superior Of
ficer, and pointed out to him the man
who had conducted the flag Of truce.
Order out the platoon of execu-
tion," commanded the officer; "this
man shall be shot"
"It was not he, captain" / said, adj
vancing In front of him; lit was I
alone who conceived the idea of this
thing"
Excuse me, officer" interposed my
father. "The commander of a detach-
ment is responsible for the acts of
his men, is he not? / had given an
order: my men could only obey it."
What is your name?" the officer
demanded.
Sergeant Bigorne." answered my
father.
Very we'll, sergeant, you will be
shot Immediately"
"All right, captain; it is war. /
only ask the favor to be shot by my
comrades. Return them their arms
and / will be responsible for them
The old officer looked at my father
with his little gray eyes a moment.
then he said:
Agreed"
/ strove to draw my father aside;
/ must speak with him. Did they mean
TO make me shoot my own father? 1t
was impossible. My father embraced
me, and, handing me my gun, pushed
me back into the ranks.
"Silence!" he said. you cannot
speak under arms. In the presence of
the enemy you are not my son. You
are only a soldier. l Inn your chief.
Obey!"
They gave us the cartridges taken
from our wounded. My father count
ed fifteen PAGES from the walls OF the
farmhouse, and ordered us in line.
Then, in a solemn voice, with uplifted
hand, he went through the details of
the exercise.
Take aim!" he cried.
The gun dropped from my hands. !
rushed to my father and fell sobbing
into his arms. He tepderly whispered:
MY son, these raw recruits fire bad