Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-07-19
ire turned 1nsistellt eyes toward her and his voice was low and tense with

eyes to tell her whatever there might be in his history that would seem clouded.
 "The camp was attacked imme diate- ly after and it was all the living could do to save themselves. The dead were left to bury their dead"
 They stood for long time in silence with their eyes fixed on the marble shaft that bore the name great before the world. But they did not see the monument or the name. They only saw a lonely grave somewhere with no shaft to mark it's place and no name to show whose loved one had been glorified with the chrism of death.
 Alone in her room that afternoon Elsie remembered what day it was for her.
 My birthday" she said. 'I am 20 and the war has been over 20 years. To-day was to know the story of the unnamed grave
 She opened her trunk and took from 1t silver casket, which she unlocked with a gold key. In it was 8 folded manuscript that she held moment reyerently in her hands. Her mothers hands were the last to touch 1t, and when she put it away in the casket to be read on that twentieth birthday. At last she opened 1t and read:
 When my child is 20 want her to know the sad story of Alan Goldwin. I am writing 1t down that she may read it for herself should I not be here to tell 1t.
 T suppose girl never knows why she prefers one man to another: that is, if she really loves him. Almost anyone might say that Alan was finer than Will Melwood and better adapted to win the admiration and confidence Of a girl. But admiration and conf- dence, important as they are, are not exactly love. Alan remained my friend, but soon after my marriage he went south and few years later I heard that he was married. When the war began our people were about equally divided in senti- ment between north and south. Will 1 joined the union army. Tn skirmish i one day he was taken prisoner and i confined in a tent to await transporta- i tion to Libby prison next day. As night fell sense of loneliness envel- ] oped him in darkness. He had ex- ! pected to be killed in battle and was ]! prepared to die for his flag as is a sol dier's duty. A dash on to the field, a hand -to-hand struggle, deadly ball or a thrust of sword, sudden dark ness-that was soldiers death.
 Through an opening in the tent he { looked out into the moonlit night. I 4 n, I, dark form passing to and fro in front of his tent. Tn his isolation there was companionship even in the measured tread and dark shadow of the sentinel whose duty it was to see that he did not escape from his prison.
 Suddenly the door opened and the sentinel stood before the prisoner, who turned toward him, wondering why he had come Was he to start tonight on that long Journey to the tomb?
 !" Will Melwood. don't you know me?'
 l" Alan Goldwin!'
 For a moment they stood silent with clasped hands Then Allan unwrapped parcel he carried under his arm and displayed ragged, discolored suit of brown clothes.
 | What are you going to do with me?'
 T am going to save you for-her. 1 "Ee led Will from the tent to lit tie pathway through a cIump of trees
 Go down this way and you are safe
 But you-what will happen tc your
 < Nothing. Remember only that you are going to her.
 1 "He turned back and Will wen1 down the path and was picked up tho N next morning by a detachment of his own regiment and taken by circuit. ous route unknown to him back to the camp from which he had escaped The confederates, outnumbered, re treated, leaving dead man lying neal the tent where Will had been confined ' the night before. Bending over hin Will recognized the face of Alan Gold win
 We have killed niy best friend!' NO, you nebber,' said negro, wh, come up from the little belt of trees evidently camp follower of neutra sentiments. I Wuz hyeah wen he wu shut by his own kunnel's order 'kaz he helped pris'ner ter 'scape.'
 twill got permission to send hi dead friend to his old home and ol his grave the most beaytiful lilies an roses from our garden have spent thei , sweetness on the anniversary of hi ; death"
 Elsie walked to the window an . looked out through a mist of tear l that dimmed the golden wine of th l sun. that was poured in radiant foo over the world
 } Alan Goldwin! That was the nam of the young man whose quest wa ) among graves-the man who woul
 not say in words what his eyes ha t told her. She saw him coming dow } the lane toward her little gate. Sh f went to meet him, holding out ne ) hands.
 3 ''I will show you where he 1ies," sh