The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-04-26

Woif's command when they reached their boats at the rivers edge.
 They had waited and hallooed for him He did not appear and had been compelled to walk the entire way to the camp. arriving after midnight. thus tiring him for the work of the day in which every ounce of=energy he could command would be required.
 Yes, the captain had been angry with Gilbert. but his good points were so well known that he was not penal ized in any way. Therefore the lads associates were certain that this sub ject was not the one that was worry ing him.
 Perhaps, after all, it was the girl that the men with Wolf had seen him with who was responsible for his dropping spirits. Yes, that must be it, the men finally reasoned. But they could not understand why of all men Eilbert Steele should be disturbed over a girl. Surely youth of his makeup and personality would never lack at tention from and admirers among the wom4n folks. No. indeedi Of this they were assured.
 -sForward, narchip At last the vel come order came. But a very few hours now would pass ere the momen- tous issues at stake on that day would be decided.
 The detachment to which Gilbert had been assigned was to occupy line of trenches outside the earth works which partially protected New Orleans. An attack was to be made on the right flank of the British line; then these attackers would fall back behind the Notifications. It devolved upon Steele and his associates to aid in covering the retreat of the attack ing division and to repel the onslaught of the Britishers, which, it was well calculated, would follow.
 The maneuver, as briefly indicated, was one of great strategic importance to the American side. General Jack son had outlined it to his staff, and they unanimously indorsed it.
 The onslaught began. The Ameri- cans va1iantly assailed the forbidding lines of grenadiers Cannon thunder ed, rifles spat their deadly missiles, swords g1istened before the brightness of blue steel became dulled with blood. men and horses writhed and screamed in the death agony, prayers and curses were heard on every side amid the awful din, men who had souls and men who had lost their souls went down in the hellish holocaust to sin. no more. fathers stabbed fathers and rode them down with sharp shod chargers, towards killed brave men and brave men killed towards, all on a springtime morning, for the ghoulish imp of misrule was running amuck among mankind, eager for the harvest of tears, suffering and death.
 A false king had decreed that honest men should murder one another in or der to support his dishonest govern ment, and so his men went forth to battle, singing hymns in cause they little knew was unholy.
 Gilbert Steele lay in the trench. barely deep enough to shelter him from the singing messengers of lead that threatened him.
 The exu1tation of the fighting man l combating his mortal foe sent his blood a-ting1ing. thrilled his throbb1ng heart, captured his soul.
 The fears of yesterday. the premonf- [ tfons of the night, were gone. He was going to win. and he was going i to hve-for Madeleine.
 The impulse to jump from the mud dy trench and to rush single handed across the bullet swept field before him to the succor of his hero com | rades, who were hand to hand with | the foe, almost controlled him for the