The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1900-01-27

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q forgot to tell you I ran away, and
it was too late to send me back show
ed my face. The boys made a pet of
me and was happy, for 1 was with
Andy
I was nearly scared out of my wits
and always mid when fight was 60
ing on.
One day after hard battle the boys
returned to camp. Some were bleed
ing, some dying, and was afraid my
Andy had shared a worse fate, but
my heart leaped with JOY when 1 saw
him coming towards me. His head
was bound and his face haggard and
drawn with pain.
80, are you hurt?' 1 asked anx-
iously.
"Not bad. Only cut. Where
were you during the hght?"
Il hid in lhe woods"
He laughed, but not the free, mer-
ry laugh that used to ring out so joy
ously.
One morning they were preparing
for battle, and was helping Andy
with his things.
"Look here, Kid; if I get killed
you must go back to father and little
Amy. Tell them I died thinking of
them, on the field of battle. There,
don't cry. You know 1 am liable to
be shot, and again I may be spared.
If l don't come back with the rest
you must come back and find me.
Take this chain-it has locket on the
end with Amy's picture and lock of
her hair-take it to her You'll find
little Bible in my inside coat pock-
ct take it to father. You may have
the ring on my little finger. Besure
You can get to the folks before let
ter could, so you must go right
away. The boys will help you-
they said SO. Now, must go. Good
bye, Kid. Perhaps I'll not see you
again.
He was gone. The sultry day came
to a close. The weary men came
back, all that was left, but no Andy,
I looked in vain for him.
X x X x X
One of the boys told me he was
left on the field. Was he dead? He
didn't know.
ran to the ambulance and clam
bered to seat beside the driver. We
drove to the field in silence. lump
ed down and began my search for the
Judges son.
Still, cold faces were turned up to
my anxious gaze and my heart ached
when I thought of their loved ones
who were waiting for them. Would
Andy be dead? 1 stumbled over
soldier in my haste. A groan came
from him and l stopped beside him.
Mother" he feebly moaned.
"Give me water"
put my canteen to his parched
lips and he drank eagerly. He look
ed up into my face and tried to thank
me. His eyes spoke instead, then
the poor fellow breathed his last.
| continued my search and at last
found the one l was seeking.
One limb had been shot entirely off
and his poor body was riddled with
bullets. 1 sank down beside him and
washed the blood off his face. He
was dead, of course, but called him
by his name, entreating him to speak
to me. Iunclasped the chain, remov-
ed the ring from his finger, but didn't
find the little Bible where he said it
would be. 1 found it on the ground
with noted pined to its back. He
had been able to finish it, and only
the words, written in scrawling,
wandering way and smeared with his
life blood, "Father and Amy, have
been called to go. Goodbye. l died
on" were on it.
I watched them bury him then
true to their word, the men sent me
home.
No word could have gotten there
as soon as l did, SO l knew would
have to tell the news to the old Judge
and Amy.
As entered the little post Office l
saw the Judge and Amy coming from
the window Amy saw me first and
ran towards me.
"Have you news from Andrew ?"
Tell me quick. Is he alive?"
The Judge came up to us and 1
hardly knew him. He looked ten
years older and his face was pale as
death.
"Ahl You have come back but
where's my SOM" he asked, hoarsely.
He read what I would say in my
face and staggered against the wall.
A crowd gathered around us and l
saw Mrs. Gleason supporting her
daughter.
"Tell US, boy, tell us. Is Andy
Scarritt dead ?" some one asked.
1 pulled the chain and Bible out of
my pocket, and gave the note to the
Judge. He grabbed and read the
few words, then fell with groan to
the floor.
I shall never forget that scene.
The Judge and Amy were taken
home; went to the Scarritt man
sion, but could not see the Judge.
Days afterward he sent for me. ]
told him all.
The old Judge is an altogether diff