Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1908-08-21

"a Union soldier, SIR
"Where did you get him?'
"Caught attempting to run hrough
the lines with a flag. l think he
wanted to flag some train"
Lieutenant, detail ten men and V
him shot"
AS the lieutenant turned to obey the
order something familiar about the
prisoner attracted the attention or the
general.
Say, fellow, what's your name?' he
inquired.
Crawford" came the answer.
The general started.
What did you say2 Crawford7
Your first name, man, quick! !"
Frank"
The general looked again into the
prisoners face.
My God. Frank, is it your he said,
and as the situation dawned on him he
continued:
This is too bad
Crawford, in surprise, surveyed his
captor for a moment and recognized an
Old school chum and companion.
why, Ellsworth, l didn't know
you.' he exclaimed.
"IIerc, lieutenant, take good care or
this man. I'll attend to his case LATER
said the general as he hastily turned
away and resumed his inspection OF the
scene below. Scarcely had he put his
glass to his eyes when he beheld the
a,,+;,- Gr,.a foil hafnrn the haltinO
train. This was the signal for action
among the rebels. With a few sharp
commands the troops formed in retreat
ing order and were soon lost to view
in a cloud of dust.
Hours passed and the little womaA,
once more in camp, showed signs OF re-
turning life. Suddenly she opened her
eyes.
What is that?" she gasped.
BE quiet" replied the nurse. 1T is
nothing. You have been i'll and must
remain quiet
$40, no; it is calling me- she per-
sisted, raising herself with much diff
fculty upon her arm. I must go and
see what he wants.
"She must be out Of her mind,'
thought the nurse as she gently tried
to persuade the sick to remain
still.
There it is again, calling, calling"
what is calling?"
The telegraph instrument. You
must take ms to it. 1t is my hus-
bands private call. There, don't you
heal it:'
In an adjoining tent on an i'm
provised desk the telegraph ticker mer-
,rily clicked away its dots and dasnes.
Thinking only to humor her, the nurse
called a couple of stalwart soldiers
and the cot with its precious burden
Tremblingly her fingers sought the
key. Her husband had taught her its
use and given her 4 peculiar call by
which she could always recognize him.
1t was this call, the presence of his
thought. that had called her spirit
back to earth.
''Who is it?' she licked.
CAME lLd
answer"
~"What do you want"
"Mrs. Crawford"
''This is she. What is it,"
"I,. General Ellsworth, saw your
brave deed from the hill where I
stood" came the message, land, al
though I had previously commanded
that your husband be shot, you need
have no fear. I will spare his life for
your sake. Goodby!"
She sank back on the cot exhausted,
tears filled her eyes and a faint '"Thank
Cod escaped her lips as she was car
ried back to her tent. ~
The guerrillas had made a hasty re.
treat, taking Crawford with them, and
were now twenty miles away, camping
for the night.
The hatred against Crawford was so
bitter that General Ellsworth could not
pardon him, but that night, under the
} cover Of darkness and in charge of a
secretly instructed officer, Crawford
was mounted on the f1eetest horse in
camp, with the instructions from the
general to ride like HIP
He evidently obeyed, for he was not
seer again by the rebel soldiers. Nine
days after he Joined his wife and
babies at Union headquarters. It was
a happy reunion, and as soon as Mrs.
Crawford was able there was an elabor.
ate reception given by the officers in
their honor, at the Burnett House, in
Cincinnati.
By a strange coincidence, that was
the very day Morgan and his men were
captured, and the prisoners were made
to pass in review before the hotel en-
route to prison.-Detroit News.
Tit for Tat. 4
It is satisfying to the soul OCCASION
ally to return a favor in the same coin.
In the. following incident, told by Mr..
Putnam in his "History of the 25th
Massachusetts Regiment" such an e
change took place, the Yankees guess
ing getting the better Of the Southern
er's reckoning
Private Anderson was a tall Yam
kee recruit. On one occasion he was
taken prisoner in n thick fog. 1t was
his habit to carry a small Ratchet in
his belt, and one of the first things his
captors said to him vas: