The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-06-07

loSt my temper reinefDer, anyway that I made it clear that. even if our man was a spy couldn't see him shot, and that if he was going to be so nasty and particular about his duty I should have to be, too. I believed I tried to make him agree to pair off as they do in Congress and parliament by not taking sides about the matter if I wouldn't. But he said that that wouldn't keep the spy | from getting back to Beauregard, and at the end of the hour we were just where l we started-except that I was angrier every minute and he was cooler. Yet, no 1 matter how angry I got I couldn't help but admire the nerve of the man with only one good hand and wounded in other places so he couldn't move yet warning me he was going to fight us both if he had to.
 "We had said about all there was to be said and had waited about 10 minutes more in an awfully still strained silence, when Willoughby seemed to make out our nan coming from the Union lines.
 Billings he called loudly, and you spy there, I give you fair warning. I'm going to shootp
 He waited a minute, and l thought that, at the last, he wasn't going to do 1t, when his revolver rang out. The bull let went so clase that at first l forgot that he wasn't shooting at me, but over my head at the other man. He ignored me entirely even when l covered him with my gun and told him to throw down his pistol. He must have known from the way spoke and from what I said before that I meant to back that up; but he only laughed queerly and prepared to shoot again. couldn't-I couldn't let him do 1t, for, in spite of the warning, the other man didn't seem to realize what was happening; and he was so near that 1t would have been murder if l had let Willoughby fire again. But, boys,' the old graduate strained forward tensely, 'I reckon-I reckon it was murder, any how, but I know-I have tried to be sure that I only shot to knock the gun from his hands,"
 From below, as the drawn muscles of the old Harvard man relaxed and he sank gratefully back into the deep cushions of the big chair, from the wide expanse be- meath the window came the light rustic, the merry hum and laugh of the moving crowds. Half an hour before it had been the living, present thing; but now, as the two boys on either side of the old man gazed down, 1t was all strange, foreign and incongruous.
 "And-and that Is all?" they said.
 "Yes-all except the third man was not the spy. He was a Union ambulance doctor and went to Willoughby first. But Wiloughby made him come to me. He said he was done for and that T. They carried me away the old graduate sub stitute desperately. q never saw him again or even knew where he was buried"
 He sat quite still then and the two juniors beside him. Then Burton arose. and standing at the window looked down. It was almost o'clock and the crowd. l,,v I,,ot tao tho had been fortunate enough to attend the com mencement dinner in Memorial hall, was passing from building to building. The band started the first notes of "Fair Har- yard" From the oldest white-haired grandfather to the youngest little brother in the great quartette they rose to their feet and removed their hats.
 Fair Harvard, thy sons to thy jubilee throng. And with blessings surrender thee o'er-
 They sang all the verses, and after 1t was finished, while they still stood to- gether somebody suggested another last cheer for the oldest class. Over on Hol- worthy hung the "'51"; and seeing that first the crowd cheered it again and then again.
 When the song had begun the old grad uate and young Stafford had joined Bur ton standing at the window of Hollis 16; but now Burton suddenly left them. H } worked at his desk for a moment and quickly returned with a big cardboard with black numerals hastily cut and pasted upon it. Opening the window he waved it to and fro before he fastened it.
 Forty nine!'' some one in the yard called. Look at Hollis," he cried. Forty ninel By George, they have a man of 49 up there!' And the great crowd took up the cry following the leader as he swung his stick.
 Harvard! Harvard! Harvard! Rah, rah, rah! Rah. rah. rah; Rah. rah. rah! Torty-nine! Forty-nine! FORTY-NINE!"
 On the far edge of the crowd was a commotion, and tall man with one arm was pushing his way forward. He was still quite distance from the window where showed the '4s sign. but he stop