The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1906-07-12

AohuhciSHiOl HC udu oWllCucu away
the dust from block of stone where
stood, in real bronze, one Of the SOL
diers that, at quadrangle corners,
guard the Leader to the Sea-"
AS he seated himself beside her
he said: II have written this and I
want you to tell me If it sounds like
poetry. I do not know II can read
1t by this light, but | will try"
The scamp knew 1t by heart, but
ne read 1t as if it tried his eyes. 1t
J. was the verse that is printed above,
, beginning:
z "Grim-visaged as the mountains
face"
1T may be poetry" she said, "but
I should think that you might devote
your genius to something better than
apostrophizing that old invader who
left monuments to himself, more aw-
fully eloquent than this, all through
dear old Georgia, in the chimneys Of
burned homes. | would find a better
theme II were you
THAT is very well said, Lucie.
Now let me tell you story
do"
"Once upon time
That's good, original start"
Shall tell the story?"
'I'll not say another word"
Once upon time, when famous
warrior was leading his armies
through beautiful land"
"Why don't you say Sherman in
Georgia. at once?"
Thought you promised not to say
another word?"
oh was only trying to help you
simplify matters"
"All right. When German was
leading his legions through Georgia"
Following them, you mean"
Following his. legions through
Georgia, there was a handsome young
captain of one Of his regiments"
"The story grows in interest"
"a handsome young captain of a
cavalry regiment had remarkable
episode. A cavalry brigade had cap
ured the town of Roswell, on the
Chatahoochee, at the extreme left of
The army, and Roswell was simply a
town of cotton and wooden factories.
The exigencies of war demanded the
burning of the factories and they
were committed to the flames, but
what disposition to make of the thou
sand or more pretty girls Of the con-
federate looms became a serious ques-
ton. Gallant old Tecumseh was equal
TO the occasion, however. He ordered
a regiment of bold sabreurs to the
front and directed that each trooper
and officer should take a pretty maid,
upon an improvised pllion, behind
him on his steed. This was done and
the unique cavalcade proceeded from
Roswell to Marietta, the regimental
band playing the air Of "The Girl |
Left Behind Me-" the refrain to which
The troopers sang with the words:
1.-The girl have behind me-"
$50 far from being terror-stricken
the girls were soon in a jolly mood,
dung to their cavaliers and were
laughing in great glee as the process
son entered Marietta, a lovely little
city that nestles on the southwark
slope of historic old Kenesaw noun
tain
1.-THE girl that rode with her arms
about the waist of the handsome
young captain was the prettiest one
of the thousand, and they were near
1y all remarkable pretty southern girls
who were periodically working to
clothe the soldiers of the south.
Moreover she was of good family
of Georgia and had held some sort
of official position in one Of the fac
tories of Roswell. Besides, she had
relatives in Marietta who dwelt in an
imposing mansion amid grove of
outrageous trees, where rose vines
clambered about the galleries and over
trellises, here and there, on the gar
dened grounds"
"Of course. Don't you know I was
born in Marietta?" questioned Lucic
Bell
Eyes, know" returned Tom Lam.
sing. But this was many years be-
fore you we're born. That was more
than 40 years ago and you are not half
that"
"Well, should think not"
"All right. Now please let me fin
fish this story-or perhaps that is
enough"
go on, Tom Lansing. I'm wild
with curiosity"
"A young woman who stood at the
gate to the beautiful grounds l told
YOU of, watching with amused face the
passing regiment of double riders,
when she saw the young captain and
his charge, rushed screaming between
fright and Joy, toward them, and then
something happened The captains