Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1906-08-30

AS he seated himself beside her
he said: ~ have written this and !
want you to tell me If 1t sounds like
poetry. I do not know If l can read
it by this light, but will try"
The scamp knew 1t by heart, but
he read it as If 1t tried his eyes. 1t
was the verse that is printed above,
beginning:
"Grim-visaged as the mountains
face"
ut 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 l were you"
THAT is very well said, Lucie.
Now let me tell you story"
do"
"Once upon time" .....
That's a good, original start"
"Shall l tell the story?"
"I'll not say another word"
"Once upon time, when a 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! I was only trying to help you
simplify matters"
"All right. When Sherman 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"
1.-THE story grows in interest"
"A handsome young captain of a
cavalry regiment had a remarkable
episode. A cavalry brigade had cap
ured the town Of Roswell, on the
Uhatahoochee, 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
we're committed to the flames, but
what disposition to make of the thou
sand or more pretty girls Of the con
federate looms became serious Ques
ton. Gallant old Tecumseh was equal
to the occasion, however. He ordered
regiment Of bold sabreurs to the
front and directed that each trooper
and oficer should take pretty maid
upon an improvised pillion, 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
he troopers sang with the words;
The girl l have behind me-"
$50 far from being terror-stricker
the girls we're 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.
THE girl that rode with her ARM
about the waist of the handsome
young captain was the prettiest ON
of the thousand, and they were near
ly all remarkable pretty southern girl
who were periodically working t
clothe the soldiers Of the south
Moreover, she was Of good famil!
Of Georgia and had held some sor
Of oficial position in one of the fac
tories Of Roswell. Besides, she ha'
relatives in Marietta who dwelt in al
imposing mansion amid a grove o
outrageous trees, where rose vine
clambered about the galleries and owe
trellises, here and there, on the gar
dened grounds"
"of course. Don't you know wa
born in Marietta7" questioned Luci
Bell.
yea | know" returned Tom Lar
/ sing. But tnis WIS hahs So@4s "
fore you were born. That was NOR
than 20 years ago and you are not hal
that"
wen, I should think not"
HAll right. Now please let me m
lsh this story-or. perhaps that
enough" !.
SEQ on, Ton LsnsinE I'm vii
with curiosity.
"A young woman VIZ Btood at u
eate 70 the beautiful gfOunds tol
vou Of watching with amused face q
na.slng regiment o. double rider
when she NV the young captain ~
his charge, rushed screaming b.tE
/. frirht ana joy. toward them. and 9
no-,rthinr happanad The ca2tAlA