Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-03-14


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 "Goodw said Peyton. < Tile deserves it." au9M ttfs
 "And you? Haven't you heard about yourself?"
 q have heard nothing, General Car penter."
 Well, it gives me great pleasure to tell you the news, sir. You have been promoted to full scaptaincy in the navy on the admirals urgent recom- mendation, and medal of honor has been awarded you. Cad, the country thought you dead; they said in con- gross 1t was giving honors to dead man, but they'll rejoice to find you alive to claim your reward. The war is over. Richmond has fallen. Gen. eral Grant has Lee corralled. Thank God, we'll ali get home in a short time now But am looking for a Miss l Mary. Amman, and am told she lives l here."
 "I am Mary Amman, sir" said the girl, coming to the railing of the porch and looking down upon the two. She had heard everything. The feeling in her heart now was of mingled joy that her lovers valor and courage had been so splendidly rewarded, and of sorrow for the final downfall of the south she still loved to him. And yet she was strangely relieved that it was all over at last.
 1 While Boyd Peyton was by no means restored to his former health, Mary Amman was her old self once more-a little of the youth gone, some of the gayety vanished, but with the soften l ing touches that trouble gives and with the joy that love adds, to take the place of what had disappeared. She stood quiet and composed, her hands resting upon the railing, her cheeks filled with color, her eyes ashine, look l ing down at the two men.
 "By Jovev exclaimed the officer, staring at her in bewilderment at her loveliness. Forgive me, madam" he added with the blunt frankness of a soldier, but I have not seen anything so beautiful since I left home three years since. I have something for you, ma am"
 "This is Miss Mary Amman, General l Carpenter" said Peyton. Miss An nan, General Carpenter of the Union army"
 Something for me, sir?' she said. What can it be? What is it, prayY'
 "A letter, ma'am," said the officer, fumbling in his breast pocket.
 From whom, sirY' Madam, 'tis your own,'' he said, producing a crumpled envelope with l dark brown stains over one corner of 1 it, where a round hole marked the passage of bullet.
 My letterv' she cried, starting back.
 T took it from the hand of a dying officer" said Carpenter softly, fat the battle of Chickamauga. He led the last assault on our troops at Snod- grass hill. They were driven back, but it was not until he was shot down. I ran out of our line toward him. He was lying on his face. He had this letter in his hand. He was saying something."
 "What was it?' gasped the girl.
 'I only caught word or two."
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 "'Tel Mary, 2 and then he said free and that was al1.''
 4'Poor felloww said Mary Amman softly, clasping the letter and forget ting the others for a moment, s'poor fellow, he loved me indeedv'
 ''What became Of the body, sir? sister of Darrow's last charge, all though he had known nothing of Mary Annan's4 letter. asi aaugsssa
 s'I buried him there on the field and marked the spot so taat could iden- tify it."
 'He shall be brought back to Mo- bile when the war is over if you will i tell me where he ies.''
 .I will You may command me at any time,', returned the soldier. T kept the letter. F. only examined the date and signature in order that I might find where it was to be deliv- cred, and am glad to have given 1t back to it's writer"
 "You are very good" said the girl faintly, land thank you for your | trouble'' aT&&aE
 "No trouble at all, ma'am," said the general. Captain Peyton, you will be wanting to go north doubtless. There will be transport sailing for New York tomorrow noon. I can ar | range to take you"
 Thank you, general. I shall go on her, of course"
 "Is there anything more can do for you?' 'No, sir; nothing. Goodby." [
 "Goodby, sir; goodby, madam" A. N K "Mary Annan," said Peyton sternly, turning toward the girl where she stood with bowed head, the letter crushed between her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks, "what was in that letter."
 He could not keep from his voice the jealousy in his heart. He did not doubt the girls love. He could not But what had she written to this man who also had loved her? There was agony in the suspense. Boyd, said the girl, syou have no right to question me in this way. You