Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1905-08-03

senator, We must see the president,
and then there is a further muttered
conversation that Fred cannot hear,
nor does he care to. His one thought,
after seeing that Jack Chiffon lacks
nothing-after one little word, per-
maps, with Jacks no longer imperious
sistar-~is to reioin the division as it
comes through with the now reorgan-
iZing corps. But, meanwhile, it is the
senator's wish they should both go
with him to the white house, and
there, amidst the throng of impor-
Inmates in the ante-room, Fred is
startled to see the colonel of a regi-
ment in the First brigade holding low
toned conversation with a portly, dig
nified man in black swallow-tailed coat,
high stock and Silken Waistcoat, 10
whom their western statesman bows
with Difference and then whispers to
them his name. Then the colonel
turns and Benton is more startled to
see how sad, sorrow-stricken and hag-
gard he looks. The matter is soon ex-
planned, though the colonel speaks with
choking voice. His son, a lieutenant
in the Fifth New York, Duryea's zou-
aves-had been down with Chickahom-
my fever at Newport News, so i'll that
the mother had FASTENED thither,
nursed him through and then stayed
and cared for dozens Of poor boys
whose mothers could not possibly
reach them, and so, Slapped her own
strength and finally succumbed, and
now-her coflined body lies here at
the wharf, Their sympathetic general
had given the bereaved soldier permits
sion to turn over the command of the
regiment temporarily and to seek at
Stanton's hands a four-days' leave
just time enough to take the beloved
and honored dust back to the home
where weeping younger children await
it. Then, the last sad rites performed,
though the wife of his youth, his man
hood, his maturer years, the love of
his heart and life is laid away, he will
return instantly to his duty, his COM
mand. Impossible will it be for them
to catch Lee within that time. No
battle can occur that will involve the
old division, but Stanton sternly says
no; bids him ship the remains that
night if need be, but reioin his regi-
ment before the morning.
THE brigade is marching through
this moment" says the colonel, with
quiyering lips, but the senator
brought me hereto the president.
have telegraphed to a brother to come
II must CO. and the haggard eyes
look in dumb appeal into the equally
haggard face of Lincoln, who inclines
that ever-patient a to both, as agar
the sad, pathetic tale Is told. Oh, the
pity and sorrow and sympathy in the
deep-set, somber eyes, the anguish in
the rugged features as he hears thu
words, Stanton says no, because tn,
brigade is marching through this mo
ment."
For an instant the strong hands ar,
clenched and uplifted almost as though
in appeal to Heaven, but though tn,
deep voice breaks and trembles, though
the pallid lips twitch with pain, tn,
answer comes infiexibly:
"And no it must be! Not a man, no
a musket, can We spare. 1t may b
the very crisis of the war, and | shoul,
be false to my trust if did not hol,
myself and every soldier to the dut,
Of the hour. Let the dead bury thei
dead, | cannot rob a regiment of ii
leader at such a time
And the two men, the sorely griev
ing colonel, the sorely-tried command
er-in-chief. look n instant into eacl
others swimming eyes. There is
soldier salute--but utter silence, an
the colonel turns away.
You don't need me here" gulp
/ Fred a moment later. Il I'm going {
! sss II ! can help the colonel. There