The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-07-03
Copyright. 1903. by Daily Story Pub.


Copyright. 1903. by Daily Story Pub.
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The long lines of infantry had swept
UP through the green valleys of south
ern Pennsylvania and were weariedly
marching northward to a battlefield
somewhere, no man of them could have
told where. They only knew that they
were 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 a little cottage
with its encircling vines. 1t made him
think of another little cottage across
the lines where the vines had embow-
cred his childhood.
AS the head of the column came OPP
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 a chair that the whole
army might see it and waved it def
antly 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
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. 81
should like to have her for sister.
Only if she Were my sister she would
wave but one flag"
He sighed, remembering the lonely
cottage under the magnolias.
I'm love again. by Jove." said the
Hi. boysi What do you think? Shiv-
ers is in love with the little Pennsyl-
vania amazon"
"Shivers is always in love-" said an
other He's the victim of chronic af-
lection. Do you remember how he fell
in love with the guerilla's daughter
and came near being shot for a spy?
Some day Shivers will have a fatal
attack of love, and Gen. Lee will quit
the head of the army in the light of
Shfvers' increasing military fame"
Military fame; indeed growled a
rugged veteran. Cali the fame Jack
Shivers will ever get will be for writ
ing 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 a lofty Scorn for
sentimentaiities, and they who went
silently to the field wherein a cause
was to die.
On the morning of the third poor
Jack Shivers was one of those who
lay behind the low. long hill and look led
eastward into the space between two
ranges of fire 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 a love greater
than men put into words. 81 go
Beyond the crest they walked 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 inscrib-
ed on the page of history. s'e-
In the beginning of the retreat Jack
Shivers was wounded. The overwhel-
ming 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 uncon-
scious 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 UNTIL
tored 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 filed his
heart. fl 1855
The boy moved restlessly and opened
his eyes.
"Are we dead?"
mo; unfortunately = we are lone
somely alive. Wed have more company
if we were dead"
did we win the battle?"
did we win? Boy, I 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, 1 see:
am wounded and can't go on-but
you-you must leave me or you will be
taken prisoner or killed"
mot much, old man; here, open
your mouth and take a SWig of this"
The sun, which had risen so brightly
upon our hopes, went down sadly or
defeat, and darkness closed around the
grove. and still the man sat there
watching over the helpless boy. After
long time he saw the wilderness OF
the day stealing gradually through the
leaves, lying in shafts of light across
the green carpet of grass. He remem-
bered duly that it was the Fourth OF
July. He felt as If the world were dead
and no one was left but him to keer