Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-06-15

euTe OK 1ee nnSn&n0 Lna1 hung oVeT CnR
mantel.
A sudden fear seized her. Was n
Morgan's men whom the Federal had
expected and had a skirrnish already
occurred?
"Oh, SIR" she exclaimed, "do youl
bring me news from my husbandT
| He was an elderly man, and as bel
turned ard saw the white face, with its
pleading eyes searching his own, he|
pressed her gently into large rocker
whose arm she had clasped for support
and said rather to himself than to her:
"Ah, these women of ours! They suf-
4 fer at home more than we do in the
field" Then to her: mo, have no
news from your husband. Our diviston
is made up entirely Of northern men.
With whom is your husbandf'
you mistook my meaning" she ex-
claimed, the color creeping back to her
face and the old fire awakening within
her eyes "He is not Union soldier
He is with Morgan's men, but 4
thought perhaps there had been an en-
gagement and you had come to me-:
even as he would go to an anxious.
northern wife. Have you heard from
Morgan's men, captain? It is SO long
since we had any news from outside
the town"
/ The pleading in her voice touched
| him, for he turned to the window and
stood looking out into the gathering
| darkness. When he turned toward her,
| O foar ol1sfnnnd IN his pvp
"And so you are rebel" he said. ''It
is pity! A pity, indeed! War is ter
| rible thing, and we must all suffer
! while it lasts. could not even relieve
you with an answer about Morgan's
men If / knew ever SO much about
them. Martial law would avail little lie
we gave away Its secrets"
Once more Mrs. PEBBLES eyes flashed,
for had he not spoken as if the pity of
the war lay upon the shoulders Of the
southerners She Strengthened herself
In her chair and said coldly:
''You wished to speak to me about a
matter of business, I believe. May Il
hear it?"
He was soldier now.
Certainly, madam. It becomes nee
essary for us to quarter our men upon
the citizens for day, and must ask
you to provide for one company, g1v-
ing them the monday meal tomorrow
She opened her lips, but as If he di1
vined that she was about to ask a hard
question he continued, II can only ex-
plain that the men are detailed for spe-
cial duty, and the food must be prepar-
ed for them" aE
"But how can supply food FOR 30
many men7" she exclaimed. you for
get that we have been under martial
law for weeks, and have scarcely
food for my own family. Besides, why
should cook for men who would shoot
down my husband but for the oppor-
tunity?"
The officer spoke calmly:
II respect your fidelity to your cause,
madam, but my men must have food.
Our commissary is stationed two doors
north Of here. Present this order and
prepare the food by noon tomorrow.
Good night" $
He was gone, and she, knowing
enough of the power of an occupying
army to rebel no further, went to the
kitchen to give the necessary orders.
At noon on the morrow great platters
stood heaped with juicy slices Of boiled
ham, kettles and buckets steamed with
beans and rice, baskets were ready,
filed with delicious southern biscuit,
and in the oven the last pan of corn
bread was taking on a delicate brown
But no soldiers appeared, and in the
distance the popping of rifles and the
boom Of cannon could be heard. Plain
ly the Confederates had come up and
a battle was on. In every house WOO
men were busy tearing old linen and
cotton into lints and bandages. The
firing drew nearer, and presently a
southern cavalry officer rode by, fol-
lowed by bunch of soldiers. Nor
gan's brigade had come, with all Of it's.
fearless enthusiasm. Expected from
one point 1t had made detour, divid-
ed and entered from three unprotected
points. Mrs. PEBBLES hurried her chill
dren and servants to the cellar, and
there, with throbbing hearts, they
waited.
AT Z O'Clock in the afternoon there
was lull and by 5 all was quiet. Nor
gan's men stood in lines along the
streets, and Cynthiana was In the
hands of an army of famished soldiers
Many hands united in giving Uncle
Sans food to the graycoats, but Mrs.
PEBBLES was not among them. In one
of the brightest rooms in her home the
gray haired Federal captain lay, suffer
ing from bullet wound in the thigh.
She had found him lying near her door
and with her own hands had helped to
dress his wound. An hour later gray
coated cavalryman was brought in, his
left leg shattered below the knee, and
as Annie PEBBLES knelt, sobbing. be-
side his bed he whispered:
''It is nothing to lose leg, deakl
Many poor fellow has given his life
today"
A happy smile drove the tears away
Is she lifted her head to saw: