Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-07-04
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gone. but-not so the train. 1t never went
until after 8, said friend and neighbor
who had reason to know, but who omitted
to say that 1t should have started at u.
Then there was something Rex 1ngra ham
loved better than he loved her. was her
Sorrowing plant to her pillow that almost
sleepless night. while he was trunding
away to the front. thinking, thinking Of
poor John Winn and how much better 1t
might all have been if
But with the dewy morn. and the sight
of squadrons aligned and the light in the
eyes of his own troop as again he rode to
their 'front.' all thought OF the past. all
dread of the future vanished. Act, act in
the living PRESENT. were the words that
rang through his brain, Even the horses
seemed to know the need was great Even
the patient infantry tramping sturdly
through the twisting roadways seemed to
stride an extra mile to every hour. for once
| again Lees long gray columns were head
ing for the Potomac, and the grandest race
of the long four years was begun
Day and night Rex rode. secuted. search
ed for Jeb Stuart, lost somewhere to their
right front. and swore at heavy trains.
stalled somewhere in the dusty rear. With
all his eager heart he envied the men of
Buford's division. breaking the way into
Pennsylvania With all his soul afire he
was sent with his troop to escort the new
general-iu-ctdef. riding hot foot through
the moonlight to reach the scene of the
check along Cemetery Ridge With thrilling
excitement he galloped to Gregg. far out to
TIC east, TIE not MORN OF the tnlfu DAY
Gettysburg. with the stirring message from
Meade: Stuart Is here-look out for the
right and with fierce. wild, deirious joy.
spurred on with the glorious charge that
finally swept the field and drove even the
cavalier sons of the south to the screen of
the Sheltering woods.
That day he rode boot to boot with men
who could not be maligned and on a
Held that at last called for no scapegoat
and the slight wound received-a pistol
shot In the side-won him more reward. as
the field won more fame than all the
lighting of his past combined. "Dulce ct
decorum est pro patria'' to battle and bleed,
especially when under the appreciative eye
of the general commanding.
Two weeks leave for you, Rex old boy"
cried Garden. few nights later, rejoiceful
IN his own recommends ton for the brevet
of major 1t was at the field hospital near
the Hanover road and Ingraham looked
ruefully down at his ruined uniform
Never mind your clothes. man. Wire
ahead and fit out with flannels and white
duck You've got to get double breasted
coat next time, anyhow
Letters for Capt. Ingraham,'' said a hos
pital attendant, handing a little packet
forwarded from headquarters of the cav
airy corps, and Garden vanished. Four In
the hand that directed most of his missives
he thrust into an inner pocket. Others
were glanced at in succession. Then came
one in Union club envelope, and he knew
the superscription, and opened at once.
June 80 1863
Dear Ingraham-We are in New York
en- route to the CatskilS Madame Premier
and the children, at least, benefited by
their winters sojourn in Havana. 1t be-
came too hot for me, but not until after
had made it too hot for another-that fell
low Burnham, who came there from his
broker office In New York to meet them
and by them l mean Mr.. and Miss Raynor
and Mrs. Fairbanks. They meant to make
think, longer stay. but remained only
few days after our meeting, for Incl
I,,,f ol1 I I'D
front Of the palace. God be thanked l am
not debarred from every kind of a fight.
He preferred flight, however, and the fam
lily followed They are now here under
Watson's wing at the Astor House but
seeking a cool place for the summer, as
this promises to be as hot as-Havan and
Ingraham. wish you were here. too. Some
thing in that girls eyes tell me more than
l know how to tell you.
You cannot leave your squadron now,
but the moment you can-come.