The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1900-10-19
BENEVOLENT
ASSIMILATION
4 Republican Newspaper sc.
count Of a Philippine
Battle.

Just past this a few hundred yards
we cav a solitary body lying in The
read. The body vas almost stripped
Of clothing. and there were no marks
of rank left on the blood oaked coat
but the face OF the dead man had a
look l had never noticed on the face
OF other dead men | had found In in
surgent uniform on the field OF battle
In the wake OF an American firing
line. The features were clear cut ana
| forehead high and shapely. l decided
the man must have been an i~nsufgene
oflcer. A soldier came running down
the trail.
That's old Pillar" he said. We
got the old rascal. l guess he's sorry
he ever went up against the Thirty
third"
There amt no doubt about its be-
ing Pillar" ratified on the young sob
der. I'VE got his diary. and his let
ters, and all his papers. and Sullivan
OF our company's got his pants, ia
Snider's got his shoes, but he canr
wear them because they're too small.
and a sergeant in q company got ono
Of his silver spurs, and a lieutenane
got the other, and somebody swiped
the cuff buttons before | got here on
| would nave swiped them, and all Z
got was a stud button and his collaE
with blood on it,"
So this was the end of Gregorio del
Pillar. Only % years old, he managed
to make himself a leader of m"n
when he was hardly more than a boy.
and at last had laid Town his life for
his convictions. Major Marsh had the
diary. In it he had written under the
date of December 2. me day he van
killed:
The general has given me the pick
OF all the men that can be spared ana
ordered me to defend the pass. | re-
alize what n terrible task is given me-
And yet feel that this is the NOSE
glorious m or my life. What 3
do is done for my beloved country
No sacrifice can be too great" ,
A private. sitting by the camp fire,
, was exhibiting a handkerchief. "lto
old Pillars. It's got Dolores Hosea.
on the corner. / guess that was hia
| girl. Well. it's all of with Gregorio-~
: Anyhow" said Private Sullivan. Il
got his pants. He won't need EN-
! any more"
r The man who had the generals
: shoes strobe proudly past, refusing
with scorn a Mexican dollar and =
! pair of shoes taken from one Of the
Q private insurgent soldiers. A private
q sitting on a rock was examining
golden locket containing a curl of =
> woman's hair. Got the locket OF has
. neck" said the soldier.
AS the main column started on its
march for the summit OF the mountain
a turn in the trail brought us again
in sight OF the insureent general far
down below us. There had been no
s time to bury him. Not even a blankec
or a poncho had been thrown over
him.
A crow sat on the dead mans feet
Another perched on his head. The fog
settled down upon us. We could SEQ
the body no longer.
We carved not a line. and we raised
not a stone.
But we left him alone in his glory.
And when Private Sullivan went by
In his trousers, ana Snluer Win MS
shoes, and the other man h had the
cuff buttons, and the sergeant who had
the spur, and the Lieutenant who had
the other spur. and the man that had
the handkerchief. and another a
that had his shoulder straps. 1t sud
= denly occurred to me that his glory
, was about all we had left him.-Rich-
ard Henry Little in Chicago Tribune