The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-08-28

there might be other sharp shooter
 watching. His first view of the Con
 federate told him the shot was fatal
 It had gone through the body. Tht
 unfortunate soldier was lying on hi'
 side, and when Masterman came III
 was searching for an inside pocket.
 What is it, Johnny; what do you
 Want?' asked Masterman, kindly
 kneeling beside him.
 Tn there-leter-my little girl" was
 the almost inaudible reply.
 Masterman put his hand inside the
 mans blouse and brought forth a let
 ter The envelope was red with blood
 ''Is this it. Johnny?" he asked.
 The Confederate nodded.
 "Is this your little girl Johnnie?'
 Again a nod. The union man, with tears in his eyes, drew the letter from
 its sained covering. A curl of brown
 hair fell to the ground. The dying
 father tried to speak, but only gurgled instead, and died before Masterman
 could raise the canteen to his lip. | Chattanooga had been fought. Sher
 man had backed Johnson into Atlanta,
 defeated him, and was in control of
 Georgia, the workshop granary and I arsenal of the Confederacy." The march to the sea was on.
 A small division of the great army
 that was devastating Georgia camped
 for a few days in one spot. Masterman
 was with this. body of men. Sharp | shooters were not so much needed during that memorable, trip of fifty 1 miles in latitude, three hundred to the main," and he had been relieved of special duty. The name of the village near by reminded him of a blood stained letter which he carried in his haversack. Inspecting it, he found he was near the very post office from which it had been mailed.
 White persons avoided the Union army, but negroes were plentiful, and from them Masterman learned that a family named Brewer was living on a farm close by and hired a black to take a message there for him.
 The next day an old man, dressed in homespun, came to the Yankee camp and asked eor Sergeant Masterman. The latter was easily found. Master man discovered the visitor was the father, of the Confederatesharp- shoot CT who, under the exigencies of war had died at his hands He Nid not ex- plain the details of the soldiers death, but told the gray-haired man his son was no more and gave him the letter he had carried from Tennessee.
 And he little girl" asked the ser geant, after they had talked a while, lis she alive and well?''
 Yes, well in body" answered the man, but many an hours cry has she had because her dad never answered the letter, It's been a long time, sir, since we heard. Even his own com rades didn't know what happened to him. They wrote us he'd gone. We knowed he hadn't deserted, and we hoped he hadn't been killed. If he'd been took a prisoner. you know, he might get back to us some time'
 Had he family?" inquired the ser geant
 "Only his wife and baby. The wife had died since he went and the little gals alivin' with us-we're her grand folks. Every day she wants to know if he ain't a-comin home, and when you all come along she made sure it was her dads regiment comin' back"
 Masterman asked the grandfather to bring the child to see him the following l day in case the army did not move on. No change in location was made and 1t i happened the next day that Masterman was sergeant of the guard, His duties | kept him at the outposts. In the mid | He of the forenoon he saw the old man | I IL a1.,J- T or+,, l field. The little girl was dpessed In | .atered ca1ico a sunbonnet upon her | 1ead, and she was barefoot. She walked slowly and kept a firm grip | lpon her grandfather's hand.
 The sergeant hailed them, passed | hem through the lines and took them nside the guard tent. He found seat or the man and talked with him lbout his son. The little one on her knee sat with curious yes looking out through the tent open ng at the pacing sentries, the sleeping orms of the men off duty and the quiet amp scenes. She turned her head and the kindly-looking man who at before them. Then her eyes rested pon a rifle leaning against the tent vall Masterman grew uneasy. It was he same weapon that had killed her ather. It seemed to fascinate the hild She looked at it's owner as if to nake an inquiry, but Masterman, an- icipating her, went on talking. A later, when he stopped, she sked
 Mister, how did yore gun git roke?'
 Masterman made no reply. He could ot tell her it was her own fathers ullet that had broken the hole in the tock. Again she asked the question, ut the sergeant pretended not to hear. Ter interest in the weapon was too luch for him. He arose as hint to 1e old man that the interview must lose. He took them to the lines and assed them out. As he told them ood-bye the sunbonnet was pushed | . ack from the brown curly head and in disappointed voice the girl said: "But, mister, you hadn't tole me how f ore gun got broke." f The pleading voice of the little south- f n orphan still sounds perfectly plain 2
 the ears of the old man of eighty ght. and if@he should tell you the f ory he would close it with those S ords-St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
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