The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-03-12

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was ebbing away. sprinkled water
In her face, and she opened her eyes,
looking about her as If unable to under
stand her surroundings.
"What's the matter"
Curiously enough, the words were the
same as those had first heard her ut
ter when, wounded, l reclined on
sofa at her home.
you're hurt, Jack" said Helen.
Gam going to dieT
ooh, no, dear. l hope not"
"Don't die" said Beaumont In bro
ken voice. Don't leave me. couldn't
bear It,"
She looked up into his face sadly. Il
have been a bad girl to yo', captain.
Forgive me-"
Forgive your love even your harsh
words"
ooh, Helen" she said. II hope l won't
die"
"You won't, surely, Jack"
Because II l do l can't dance any
mo- 70 the colored people Who'll look
out TO- 'em, Helen? Papa's away, and
no one else cares To- 'em as he and
do"
They'll have you with them for
many q year, Jack"
An open wagon appeared In the road
and drove up beside us. A doctor with
n satchel in his hand got down and ap-
preached Jaqueline. Making a hasty
examination of the wound, he BAN
dagcd 1t, then told us to lift her into
the vehicle. The seats, except the front
one, had been removed and their cush-
ions placed on the bottom. Some Of
the cavalrymen tossed In their blan-
kets, and | smoothed them over the
cushions, making comparatively COM
Portable bed. We placed little Jack up
on 1t. Helen got in with her, and, the
rest of us walking beside, the cavalry
| acting as escort, we bore her to the
town and lodged her in room in the
main hotel Of the place.
We found the town agog with news
of the first days battle at Pittsburg
Landing, and l knew that my general
would hold himself ready to cooperate.
l determined to join my command at
once. Having been assured that Jacks
! wound would not prove fatal, l ar
ranged for the transportation Of the
party rs soon as she could be moved.
then gathered my little force In her
room and announced my intended de-
parture.
II must now bid farewell" said, "to
my little army, every one Of whom has
become dearer to me than life"
Like General George Washington"
said Buck. "sayin farewell to his ossi-
fers. There is picture Of 1t in my
American school history"
"Goodby. Buck. Remember to get a
book and pencil and break yourself Of
the habit of saying bad words"
II will. by thunder."
"Goodby, little girl" said to Jack,
bending down and kissing her on the
forehead
"Where yO' going"
81? Oh. I'm going away"
Helen's eyes were cleaning. where
are you going?" she asked, repeating
Jacks question, though in different
tone.
had managed to keep my connection
with the Union army thus far secret.
Now | knew there was no need to keep
it longer.
ITO the Federal army, where l be-
long"
The mute agony on Helen's face told
what my disclosure had cost her. Ex-
tending my arms. cried one word,
Sweetheart"
"Renegadew she Kissed.
"Helen, dear love, hear me-"
She turned her back upon me and
swept out of the room.
81 like yo' eff yo' are Yankee" Jack
cried after me.
left the hotel, my brain In tumult.
Coming up the road was n little knot
Of troopers surrounding the guerrillas
whom they had run down and captur-
ed. A few hours ago l would have
cried out with delight. Now they were
no more to me than II saw them in q
dream.