Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-07-27
MINE ACCIDENT AT LINDEN
Burial OF Narcie Charles Granville,
Whose Death Occurred on
Wednesday, July ~.


alton in this issue: iessiS
A sad gloom was cast oveso, "u D 80 .
e community by ,,| H"
CURED at hone lay back silent and alb
eRfacted, but though his eyes were
closed, ne was not asleep.
In his ears the laughter and the
voices Of his companions sound indis
tinct and lream-like, the rough hut
half filled with smoke. fades into air
and before him rises the slim, graceful
figure of girl leaning on gate in al
English lane, her sweet face turned
TO the waning light, her sad, dark eyes
fixed upon him with a wistful. mourn
full tenderness,
At intervals finer face. one of sur
passing loveliness, the face of Rose
Vavaeour, the woman to whom he Is
pllghted, crosses his vision, but 1t does
not stay the sad, pale face Of May
Dalton reigns supreme in his waking
dreams to haunt and torture him.
Suddenly there sounds sharp, quick
knock at the door of the hut, the laugh.
ter and talk cease abruptly, and in
answer to the "Who goes there?" the
door opens. and a thin. spare man in
Turkish uniform enters.
He is a short, wiry man, with gray
hair and small. keen eyes. that CLINT
like steel in the haring light Of the oil
lamp, as he looks round the group.
It Is the general in command Of the
fort.
BE seated gentlemen" he says,
raising his fez, and he comes to the
fire and holds out his hand to the
blaze.
He looks SO small and insignificant
that one might pass him in a street
without second glance. and yet he Is
one OF the most famous commanders
of his time. The brain behind the
celebrated battles; the thin, white
hand has waved armies to a score of
hald.won victories.
"Be seated. gentlemen. A beautiful
night Good-evening, my lord. Good
evening, Mr.. Hamilton" he says,
| SUCuhlIIS III lIo pun Ikhoiioii'
Asleep. Sir Heron? have just been
tc the maga2ine-you have done the
work thoroughly"
Heron bows.
II am glad you think so, general"
Charlie Hamilton offers his cigar
ease.
"A cigar, general?"
But the little man declines with a
smile, and with swift fingers rolls up a
cigarette; then he seats himself be-
side the fire AMI chats. but they gan
see, one and all, by his manner, that
desperate purpose; and presently he
breaks off in some careless remark
and looks at Pierpoint.
How Is the water?" he asks.
Pierpont shakes his head.
"Shorl-very short" he says.
The general mods thoughtfully.
Yes" he says, as II he did not know
almost to quart how much the fort
held; yes, | was afraid so; and sread
is running low. But there is con.
Voy near"
Every man looks up with sudden In.
terest. The general mods.
II was advised that supplies would
be sent by the twentieth. 4 they
have kept their word at the other end,
those supplies are now just outside the
cnemy's lines We must have those
supplies, gentlemen
There is ar intense silence as he
looks around.
III am right in my calculations,
those supplies are waiting In the west
fork, down In the valley; they are
waiting to pass the lines. We must
set them in, or give up the game"
Never" exclaims Charles Hamil-
ton.
The general inclines his head, with a
smile, and puffs his cigarette,
1T seems to me, gentlemen" he says.
that the only way to set those sup
plies into our midst is by creating q
Ilv, rsjon In an opposite direction, and
withdrawing the enemy's attention
FROM tkt west"
We must make an attack on tho
east, and, while the enemy Is engaged
there, must slip the convoy in on the
west new, gentlemen"-and his keen
gray eyes flash around the hut-"who
volunteers to lead the attack"
Instantly all spring to their feet,
but foremost among them stands
Heron. his tall figure towering above
the rest,
Il viii leal the attack. with your
permission, general"
There is a courteous but reluctant
silence.
The general looks with calm scrut-
my into the pale, stern face
You want the lions share. Sir
Heron" he says, quietly. You were
in command at the magazine today
and on the ramparts yesterday
quite right, general" says Charlie
Hamilton, eagerly, ITS my turn this
time!' But an eager denial from the