Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1905-07-06
WITH YOUR -or With you.- cried the

VIII yOulT vi WIN you. cfleo tne
pursuers, officer and man. as another
terrified horse tore, wildly neighing.
in chase OF the foremost. II vas q
desperate effort On part Of the grays.
Their comrade troopers were TOO far
on to help them, ever could they drive
through the stout skirmish line al
ready far flung across the field beyond.
With a last wave of his white hand,
the officer seemed ordering his de-
tenders to save themselves, and those
in saddle. with parting shots and def
ant yelis-one of them eve hurting in
rage bis emptied revolver at the tall
adjutant, the foremost man in the
rush-darted away, bending low over
the streaming names, with the bullets
Of half a score of Springfelds whiz-
zing past their ears.
The adjutant was off his big, raw.
boned bay in an instant and, bending
over the fainting man, unscrewed the
cap of his flask and held il to the pale
lips beneath the sweeping mustache,
"A major, hey?" he said, as he noted
the brilliant braids of gold lace on the
handsome uniform frock. What is a
major doing out here with only a squad
of you boys"
rs he ~wounded?" asked the CHIEF
as he glanced at the two silent strip
lings in gray. One of them faced the
commander.
Horse fell, suh-rolled on him
broke his leg" said he, with a salute
that told unerringly of soldier teach
ing; So, too, did the speakers pose.
Instinctively he was standing at atten-
ton. He knew the rank betrayed by
that yellow sash.
"Give this young gentleman a sip
from your flask, Haskell; I fear
he's Why, my lad, you're wound
ed! Look to him, some of you'll" cried
the general, for the boy had grown
ashen pale and was Keeling when
strong arms caught and lowered him.
Sure, general. He's shot through
the breast" said a bearded soldier,
tearing aside the troopers jacket and
displaying a blood-wet shirt beneath.
And wouldn't show it." answered
the general. That's the way with
them. Send for a surgeon, captain"
And then the general, too, was off his
horse and bending over the stricken
lad. do you know his name-and
homer" he asked of the pale-faced
young Virginian, standing trembling
a bit with excitement beside him. The
lad flushed, looked distressed, embar-
raised, but seemed to believe it his
soldier duty to give no information
whatever to the enemy. 1t was Jen-
nings who spoke, his voice breaking
harshly, somehow, on the silence of the
surrounding group, as he elbowed a
way through the curious circle and
caught sight of the swooning boy.
Il know him, general, He's one of
our best, subj" and now Jennings, too,
had thrown himself upon his knees.
It's Floyd Pelham, sub, of Charlottes-
vile. It'll break his mothers heaht,
sub, if he's done for"
The wall in the Virginian's voice
seemed to catch the ear and rouse the
faculties of the reviving officer.
who's that-done for?" he family
asked. mot Floyd Pelham And
bracing his hands upon the turf, he
struggled to a sitting posture, while
Jennings sprang to his feet and stared.
Maj. Lounsberry! Good God, sub,
You wounded, too? Why, I'd no
idea--' s.ai
mo idea, | suppose" i%nterposed the
major, with cutting, sarcastic en-
phasis, that your friends, the Chill.
tons, had turned that Yankee lieuten-
ant loose. Well, you needn't rejoice
gentlemen, we've got him a~gain-and
right in the teeth of his own brigade!"