Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-07-26

ploded just ontside. The seem to
have got the range of US now. Nice
Christians, these Beers, firing on the
Red Cross"
For 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.
"fhey are aiming at us, by God!"
shouted man, running into the tent
with his right arm hanging helpless by
his side.
Immediately there was violent
concussion; the air was filled with
dust, smoke, and 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
cpened in the canvas, and a shell
dropped right in the middle of the tent
The wounded ducked under covering
as ii 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. mo!
There's no water! My Cad"
But Cory had dashed through the
opening, and was running like hare.
They were all dumfounded for mo-
ment. Then 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. 1t
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. II he lived he
would be a man and comrade again.
If not-but he ran on.
TO- III
quires often but the turn of straw to
make coward a hero, or hero a
coward. Cory was now a man again.
The paralysis of panic that had seized
him few hours ago and had frozen
his heart existed now only as a 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 a 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
son ething 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 its flight to that
land where brave spirits are at rest
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