Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-07-23

| ploded just ontside. The seem TO
have got the range of US now. Nice
Christians, these Beers, firing on the
Red Cross
| For a few seconds there was silence
as the men realized their danger. The
angry growl of the quick-firers was
every now and then punctuated by the
long, deep-mouthed baying of the
Beers Long Tom.
They are aiming at us, by Cod"
shouted a man. running into the tent
with his right arm hanging helpless by
his side.
| Immediately there was a violent
conclusion; the air was filed with
| dust, smoke, and a pungent smell, and
the end of the tent lit up with a
tongue of flame In an instant three
or four men sprang forward, and the
fire was extinguished.
"The devils are firing at u.s. cried
the sergeant The next shot will
count bit if am not mistaken"
Scarcely were the words out of his
mouth when a huge rent suddenly
opened in the canvas, and a shell
dropped right in the middle of the tent.
The wounded ducked under covering
as il they would bury themselves be-
meath the ground The doctor, with
another, rushed forward; but Private
Cory was before them.
mot you, doctor!" he shouted, as he
seized the bomb
"Quick, my man! Into the bucket
with it," said the doctor "No!
There's no water! My Cad"
But Cory had dashed through the
opening, and was running like hare.
They were all dumfounded for a mo-
ment. Then a cheer broke from them
when they realized what he was doing
"a cheer in which the dying men
joined.
Throw it away Now! Throw it,"
yelled the doctor after him.
Still he ran. The music Of what
he knew was their applause rang in
his ears. Nothing had ever sounded so
sweet to him as this He smiled. It
reminded him family of his achieve
ments in the football field, when the
| crowd roared their approval The ball
| he carried now was heavier, but the
applauSe-only he knew what it meant
to him, and he clutched the destructive
missile like child hugging doll. He
felt inclined to kiss it. If he lived he
would be a man and a comrade again
II not-but he ran on
Some one has wisely said that it re-
quires often but the turn of straw to
| make a coward hero, or hero a
| coward. Cory was now man again.
The paralysis of panic that had seized
him few hours ago and had frozen
his heart existed now only as hideous
dream. Another ten-yands-he was
quite fifty from the tent. He heard
them urging him to throw it. A few
| more yards, then with tremendous
effort he hurled it from him. Instant
ly there was an explosion, and Cory
fell on his face.
Poor chap! He is done for,
| doubt" said the doctor, as several
raced forward, followed by number of
wounded, who limped in pain
| They knelt by his poor shattered
body. The sergeant, his old tormen-
| tor, regardless of his own wounds, had
| been among the first who rushed to
| his assistance.
Cory raised the only manu- left him
which the N. G. o. clasped, murmuring
something about forgiveness. A smile
of exultation played about his COM
rade's face for a moment, then the
film of death gathered over his eyes
He tried to speak, but no words came
in obedience to the moving of his lips,
for his soul had taken it's flight to that
land where brave spirits are at rest
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