Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-09-13

6I0 lAduO VI AAD u0 ouuS0 SAssSssSb . ''you, are made of anything
 A mau yelled: Good God, can't you see you're all tangled up in my cart ridge belt?"
 Another man yelled: Keep on my legs! Can't you walk on tho Ecor?"
 To the windows there was . Elind 4usA of slumberous men, who brushed hae from their eyes even as they made ready their rifles. Jones and Patter- son came stumbling Sp the steps. cry ing dreadful information. Already the enemy's bullets were spilling and sing ing over the house.
 The sergeant suddenly was stiff and cold with sense of the importance of the thing.
 There was howl. There they are! There they comet" The rifles crackled. A light smoke drifted idly through the rooms. There was strong odor as from burnt paper and the powder of frecrackers.
 Now" said the sergeant. ambitious ly, i've can beat them off easily if you men are good enough"
 There was a fusillade against an other side of the house. The sergeant dashed into the room which command ed that situation. He found a dead soldier on the floor.
 "Patterson!" cried Sergeant Morton
 "Yes," said Patterson, his face set with some deep-rooted quality ot de- termination. Still, he was mere farm boy.
 "Go in to Knowles window and shoot at those people" said the sergeant hoarsely. Afterwards he coughed Some of the fumes of the fight had made way to his lungs. Patterson looked at the door into this other room. He looked at it as If he suspected it was to be his death chamber. Then he entered and stood across the body of Knowles and fired vigorously into group of charming plum trees.
 "They can't take this house." de. clared the sergeant in contemptuous and argumentative tone. He was ap' parently replying to somebody. A man who had been shot in the throat looked up at him. Eight men wert firing from the windows. The sergeant detected in a corner three wounded men, talking together feebly. Don't you think there is anything | to do?" he bawled. "Go and gel Knowles cartridges and give them ts somebody that can use them! Taks Simpsons, too." The man who hat been shot in the throat looked at him Of the three wounded men who hat been talking, one said apologetically My leg Is all doubled up under me-"
 Meantime the sergeant was reload ing his rife. His foot slipped in th' blood of the man who had been sho in the throat.
 Why, we can hold this place! shouted the sergeant jubilantly.
 Corporal Flagler suddenly spun iron his window and fell in a heap.
 Sergeant" murmured man, as h' dropped to seat on the floor out O danger, T can't stand this. swear can't. think we should run away"
 Morton, with the kindly eyes of { good shepherd. looked at the man "You are afraid, Johnston; you ar Afraid" he said softly. The man strug gled to his feet, cast upon the sergean a gaze full of admiration, reproach an, despair, and returned to his post. I moment later he pitched forward, an thereafter his body hung Imply out o the window.
 The sergeant laid his rife agains the stonework of the window fram and shot with care until his magazin was empty. Behind him, man sim ply grazed on the elbow was wildl sobbing like girl.
 "Shut up," said Morton. withou turning his head. Before him was vista of fields. clumps of trees, woods populated with little, stealthy, fieetin figures.
 He grew furious. "Why didn't h send me orders?" he cried aloud. Tn emphasis on the word The" was i'm pressive.
 The man who had been grazed O the elbow still set up his bleat. Mol tons fury veered to this soldier. Can you shut up? Can't you shut up Can't you shut up? Fight! That's th thing to Go! Fight!"
 A bullet struck Morton and he fe upon the man who had been shct 1 the throat. There was a sickeDin moment Then the sergeant rolled O to a position upon the bloody floor. H turned himself with a last effort unt he could look at the wounded wh were able to look at him. His arms weakened and he droppe on his face.
 After an interval. young subalter of the enemy's infantry, followed his eager men. burst into this reekin death ehamber. But just over tf threshold he halted. and remarke with a shrug to his sergeant: 'I shou have estimated them as at least Il : strong"
 Copyright. 1876. by Joseph B. Bovies " Something of e Feat Millionaire fshoytnr his library