The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1903-08-13
TheGirl With
the Flag
By MRS. GEN. GEORGE z. PICKETT
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Copyright, 1908, by Daily Story Pub. Co.,

THE long lines of infantry had
swept up through the green val
leys of southern Pennsylvania and
were weariedly marching northward
TO battlefield somewhere, no man of
them could have told where. They
only knew that they we're tired and
footsore and hungry, and the rich
green fields they had passed had
brought no comfort.
A young soldier took off his ragged
cap, wiped the perspiration from his
face and looked over at little cot
tage with its encircling vines. 1t
made him think of another little cot
tage across the lines, where the vines
had embowered his childhood.
AS the head of the column came op-
! posite the house a girl ran out from
the open doorway to the front of
the portico. She had United States
! flag tied around her as an apron and
she stepped upon chair that the
whole army might see it and waved it
defiantly at the approaching troops.
! The leader looked around appre-
hensively. Some of his men had come
from the most frightfully devastated
part of the south. How would they
take the sudden defiant presentation
of the banner under which that ruin
had been wrought? With a swift,
graceful movement he wheeled his
black battle horse out of line, lifted
7 his cap, bowed to the warlike maid
and saluted the flag she bore. He
turned to the advancing men, waved
his hand, and every tattered cap was
lifted and each man as he passed
saluted the enemy's colors. The
leader rode forward to his place and
the long line moved on.
"She is little fighter" thought
the boy who had waved his cap to
her. II should like to have her for a
sister. Only if she were my sister
she would wave but one flag"
| He sighed, remembering the lonely
cottage under the nhrgnolias.
/ ''In love again, by Jove," said the
older soldier who marched beside
him. Hi, boys! What do you think?
Shivers is in love with the little
Pennsylvania amazon"
"Shivers is always in love-" said an
other. Hes the victim of chronic
affection. Do you remember how he
fell in love with the guerrilla's
daughter and came near b., ing shot
for a spy? Some day Shivers will
/ have fatal attack of love and Gen.
Lee will quit lying awake nights try
ing to keep at the head Of the army
in the light of Shiver's increasing
military fame"
! Military fame, indeed!" growled
a rugged veteran. "All the fame Jack
I Shivers will ever get will be for
writing verses and singing love songs
with guitar accomplishments"
! All the while they were marching
! on-they who dreamed of home and
love, they who professed lofty
scorn for sentimentalities, and they
who went silently to the field where
I on a cause was to die.
| On the morning of the third poor
Jack Shivers was one of these who
lay behind the low long hill and
looked eastward into the space be-
tween two ranges of fre-crowned
peaks. A man was crouched down
beside him with his hand resting on
his shoulder. Neither spoke, but
there was comradeship in the touch
that told of love greater than men
put into words.
Beyond the crest they waited as
the slow hours went by-waited till
the order came, and they went down
into the valley of death. What they
did on that fatal field of Gettysburg
is inscribed on the page of history.
In the beginning of the retreat
Jack Shivers was wounded. The over
whelming force of the enemy were
closing in from every point.
HE is dead" thought the man. He
scarce noticed the shower of balls
that fell about him nor marveled
over the apparent miracle that not
one of them touched him as he bore
the unconscious boy to spot of
greater security. Under the grove of
trees not quite in the line of fire he
laid his friend on the smooth grass
that had been untouched by the
storm of war. With his untutored
skill he dressed the wound and sat
looking at the still face and trying to
tug with the fingers of hope against
the weight of despair that filled his
heart.
The boy moved restlessly and
opened his eyes.
"Are we dead?"
'No; unfortunately--we are lone
somely alive. We'd have more com
pany if we were dead"
did we win the battle?"
"Did we win? Boy, am too heart
weary and dazed to know anything
but pain, unless it be thankfulness
that you are alive"
"But tell me something where
are we and where are the others?
o, | see; l am wounded and can't go
on--but you-you must leave me or
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