Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-09-27

ha! Yis SOFT, thank ye, SOFT, wee dhrap ay whisky and sandwich, av ye blaze! An ould sojer do be likin' to ate on the roon!"
 I turned. Hurry, colonel, for the love av Christi" groaned the brave fel- low. His eyes wandered furtively over the prairie; his hands worked at the har- ness with frenzied haste and his face was white as death-but his stiff lips struggled bravely with Saint Patrick's Day in the Morning."
 I hastened back and informed the par ty that Hogan had found it necessary to return at once to the fort. The news, however, failed to meet favorable re- ception. The ladies went reluctantly about their packing and Lieut.. Fillmore grumbled audibly about high-minded privates. glanced out upon the prairie. A little cloud of dust decided me. s.
 Do not be startled" pleaded, Out the seconds are as precious as the drops of our life blood! Leave everything and set in the wagon for your lives! Elmore," said, hurriedly, you and will take our positions in the back of the wagon with the women and child in the bottom protected by the blankets. We have each revolver and have my shotgun. Oh, God, for our rifes!'
 Fillmore saluted, pale but steady as a rock. Denny swung up with the wagon Before it stopped we had flung the ladies in, bidding them lie fiat upon the bottom of the box and hold the child low. ''Go Denny!" shouted.
 'Yis, sor-r!" 2 fs.
 He leaned forward and lashed the horses into a run. Elmore and swung on behind and the wagon headed away for the fort-which now looked farther away than ever.
 For half mile we kept the clump oi cottonwoods between us and the dust cloud. Then we were obliged to swerve in order to avoid buffalo wallow. A savage yell floated faintly to our ears The race with death was on!
 Hogan lashed and cursed the flying horses. How far behind, colonel?" he bawled.
 Half a mile, Denny! How far tc the ford?"
 Wan mile, sor-r!"
 A puff of smoke burst from the dust. cloud and a bullet sped angrily over oul heads, knocking up the grass 10C yards head. The heavy wagon lurched and bounded and the labored breathing of the horses rose above the noise of the pounding wheels.
 Half mile to the ford, sor-r!" He glanced over his shoulder. "Pray!" he shouted, pray to the Vargin! We'll need her help this ride!"
 ''Whip!" I yelled. Lay on the whip Denny!"
 "Yis, sor-r!" The whip whistled shrilly. Their backs do be mass ay blood already, sor-r!'s e8S f A volley came knocking among us Fillmore and fired our pistols without effect.
 "Courage!" screamed the brave Irish. the cavalry comin' beyant! hear the bugle and bless God 'tis singh the 'Char-rger Whooroo! Kape 'em of but a minute longer-only minute longer Fly, ye divils, fly! Don't ye hear the bugle? Fly!-A hundhred yar-rds-Shoot close, colonel, I can hear the breathin' av their ponies-"-He half rose and bent forward over the horses; but even as the lash fell another volley came and he rolled from his seat to the torn ground while the maddened team dashed on into the ford. One fleet. ing last glimpse had of Private Denny Hogan as he dragged himself to his knees and drew his revolver. Twice he fired and two horses flew riderless out of the dust-cloud. Then he fell forward upon his face and the savage wave rolled over him and into the river, whence presently broken fragment of it fled away over the prairie with the Nemesis of cracking rifles upon its track.
 And the cornf1elds now wave where Denny Hogan fell He was one who helped make them possible.-Clevelan Leader.