Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-03-13

on incOherently, forgetful that none knew of the circumstance to which he referred in his agitation, when they all turned against him on the porch be- cause he would go north, I alone had good word for him. I was only a boy, father forbade it, but I-I kissed him goodby-kissed him, and now [ have killed him"
 "The fortune of war, my lad,'' said Dr. Palmer, laying his hand on the young mans shoulder as the admiral had done.
 "D-n the fortune of warv' cried Willis hotly, scarcely knowing what he said. "I am sick of hearing it. It has been flung into the ears of people be- reft until it has become a ghastly mockery. I want my brother!"
 ',My lad" said quiet voice behind hiYa
 Willis turned to face the old admiral, standing hat in hand by the bedside of his dying officer.
 DO you realize,' continued Farra- gut, "how many thousands of people have stood beside one stricken, as we are standing, and have cried for a brother, husband, son, father, as you are dOingv
 "Yes, yes; they were not my brother, though"
 ''But some ones brother" returned the admiral gravely. "Oh, friends, the misery this awful war has brought upon this landY'
 "Who is responsible for it?" cried Willis fiercely.
 "Nay, lad," said the old man calmly, not enter, not with you, at any rate. know nay own duty, as you know yours, and try to do it as you do. Pity 'tis that only war can teach us that we are our brothers keepers. Poor boy" he added, looking down at the unconscious Peyton, s'is there no hope for him, Dr. Palmer?"
 ''I see little-none, sir"
 Poor boy" repeated the old ad- miral, tears yelling to his eyes, s'to have given up everything and have come to this! Greater love hath no man than this,'" he quoted softly, < that man lay down his life'"-
 Admiral Farragut, for Gods sake. ELL Dul St OuL WHILE CAAACAAy, ACt me take him home! I am a prisoner, sir, but I will give you my word of honor-you must know something of the honor of the Peytons since you knew my brother
 '.I know, and it will serve"
 'I will do nothing, sir, bear no arms, commit no overt act until I am ex- changed, sir, if you will let me take him home-home to Mobile, to my mother, to my sisterv'
 'And to Mary Annan," interrupted the old man softly.
 ''What, you know her, sfr?'
 ''Nay, he told me of her, poor girl!'
 "She is not in Mobile"
 "Where, then?"
 "In Fort Morgan. She went down there last night, sir.'
 Great heavens, sir! For what?"
 q think to see her little brother, who Is badly wounded"
 "AnotherY' said the admiral mourn fully. Poor girl, hope nothing has happened to her.''
 q pray not, sir; but who can tell? Won't you let me go, sir?'
 The admiral turned aside and walked forward few feet. He leaned against the bulkhead and thought deeply for a moment. Some might consider it stretch of authority. We'll, he would do it.
 "You. may have him." he said at last, "Dr. Palmer consenting to the remov- al.''
 ''Tt matters little," said the doctor, whether he goes or stays"
 sWe can at least bury him on-in his own land, sir-the land he loved though he fought against it,'' urged Willis.
 Aye lad; that is true. Last night in my cabin we talked it over. He loved the south as Las we all do. Take him, then, all that is left Of him. Say to your mother, with my deepest sympa- thy, that I have known many officers in my long life on the sea, none braver, none better. Tell your father when you meet him how worthily his son nay, let me say it for both of you-how worthily both his sons upheld the an cient name and ancient honor of the Peytons.''
 ''Thank you, sir" said the young
 
 those words," he added spontaneously, ''from the greatest captain of the sea. I will go over to the Tennessee, sir, with your permission, and make ready"
 ''Do so. You shall have the Loyal, my own steam barge, under a flag of truce, to take you up to the city. Give my compliments, nay, my affectionate regard, to your own brave admiral. I am sorry he is wounded, and tell him am sending my own fleet surgeon to look at him. You'll go, Palmer? And, Mir. Peyton, congratulate him for. me for his splendid fight, and ask him if there is anything I can do for him or his men now. After the battle, thank God, we are no longer enemies, but breth- ren. By love, twas like old Buck to come single handed out against us all! Iris the old navy spirit, the old fighting blood, that made us what we are, gen. tlemen," he added, as he turned to the ladder and followed Willis Peyton to