The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-10-22

truce. The American major, with his
adjutant and orderly, had gone out to
meet the flag and when well away
from cover had been fired upon. The
orderly had been killed and the major
wounded by the volley The adjutant,
who had carried his wounded COM
mander back to shelter under hail of
bullets, was SO severely wounded that
he was expected TO die. The name of
this gallant hero was Lieutenant Car
ter Here was Nellie's hero ut last, but,
alas, not with mere cork leg, but
probably by this time sleeping beneath
the silent stars on Battery knoll.
The colonel hung his head IN soTow
How should he tell the news to that lit
Ito girl whose very heart he knew
would break, all the more surely be-
cause of remorse for having sent Jack
to his death without knowledge of the
| love for which he had craved and
| pleadedf
Slowly he passed out of the club, en-
| tered his rickshaw and was soon ut the
hotel. He stumped stifily along the
hall TO the parlor where Nellie was
| waiting She turned from the window
| as he entered, and glance showed her
that something was wrong. With
rush she was at his side.
".What is It. father" she asked ex-
citedly.
"Jack," was all he could answer as
he sank into chair and covered his
face with his hands.
"What, father2 What about Jackr'
She sank on her knees ut his side and
with n firm grasp took his hands away
from his face.
"a flag OF truce! Jack and his major
went out! Fired upon by those mon
sters. Major wounded! Jack carried
him to safety, but was mortally wound
cd himself In doing IT.
| For an instant she remained kneeling
as though stunned by the news, and
then she sprang Into action. Jumping
| to her feet, she almost lifted him out of
the chair and dragged him toward the
door, exclaimIng ineoherently:
| Come come qulckl We must go to
him. oh. dear. wish hadn't let him
| gol How can we get there? He may
| be dead oh, there's no steamer for
| week! Won't that transport 20 back
| with us2 1 wish he had stayed Mt
| home. l wish had married him. I'd
| do It this minute IL l eouldP'
"Thats n goi / reckon there's a min
| lister OF some kind to be found in Ma
| gasaki," said voice In the doorway.
| Nellie looked up Mt the figure stand
| Ing there clad In khaki; then. with
a Il al
| threw her arms around his neck. As
| for Jack, he clasped her in his arms
| and danced around the room with her,
| while the colonel, excited beyond recol-
lection of his dignity, stumped about
the room like their shadow. Finally
jack stopped TO catch Il breath, and MS
his grasp relaxed somewhat Nellie re-
leased herself, saying:
Jack Garter, you're fraud. You've
| never even been wounded"
"Never said was" he answered SEN
tentiously.
"Then who was that Lieutenant Car
ter who was wounded under n flag of
trueeY
"He belonged to another regiment.
Poor fellow, he died the day we sailed /!
That's my regiment out on the trans
port. But, say. I'm going out to hunt a
minister"
''Well, you needn't. l only said I'd
marry you because | was sorry for
you"
"WelI, I'm sorry enough for you to
marry you too. So there's two of us.
Wen mingle our tears" And he picked
her up and took another spin around
| the room.
| The colonel stumped around after
| them again till he came to the window.
Then he stopped and looked out. He
| did not even turn around when Jack
paused out Of breath n few minutes
later and shouted, Say, colonel, 1t
pays to be shot, doesn't it?' lie simply
continued to look out the window and
laughed softly.