Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1912-05-24

1858 | was lying in Fairfax Seminary Hos
pitaI in the suburbs of Alexandria, Va. | was
part of the wreckage Of the second battle OF
Bull Run. In the ward In which lay and to
the right of q comrade seriously
wounded. He, too, was son of ireland. he
was the life of the ward and he smiled and
joked and laughed, confident Of his recovery.
zone day the surgeon notified the visiting
priest that he had better inform Pat that his
time was short. l was lying so that | had
good view of his face when the priest broke
the dread news to him. He choked In his
throat In an effort to master himself, and then
asked the good father to wheel his bed around
SO he could look out of the window. 1t seemed
strange request, but without hesitation the
priest obeyed. And then, as Pat turned his
gaze upon the world without his window, we
became aware of the reason of his request-he
wished to Sc more before he died the
flag floating at the head of the staff outside!
"Darlint, he breathed, fervently, there ye
are an at tn top! Place God, We shtill wave
onchalenged from Maine to Mexico!
Then followed in a rush of words the
things he had dreamed Of 1t before he had
ever seen it on its native soil. He had prayed
that he and his loved ones might come under
Its benefcent folds to enjoy the perfect liberty
it promised. Now 1t in peril and he was
dying for 1t, unable even to raise his weak
ened hand and salute it, He bade the glorious
old banner goodbye, and, turning to the priest,
said:
Father, yen write to her nd break ut
gintly as We kin? Sore will be her hear-rut
whin she knows thut Pat will come back no
more to her, nd tn bhoys. Till her charge
her wit me dying breat' to rear tn bhoys
that whin manhood comes to thhim, and the
flag should ivir made thin, they will give thfr
loves aven unto DEATH as thir fayther gives
his loife this day! N now. fayther, to
souls salvation
'In the gray dawn of the following morning
a commotion near my bed awoke me. Open
Ing my eyes l saw them lift his lifeless form
and carry 1t out of the ward
did you ever hear of Tim Regan's fag?"
continued the old veteran, who paid as his
price of duty to his country both legs. mo?
Well, Tim Regain was son of the Emerald
Isle who had gone to war with the 9th Massa-
chusetts Volunteer Infantry. He, with many
other Union soldiers, lay in Libby prison as
that Fourth of July drew near. They chafed
in spirit Mt the thought of passing the Fourth
without even a sight OF the flag. Tim con-
ceived the idea of making one He had a
new white wooden shirt and the others blue
ones. They pooled their slender amount Of
cash and persuaded an amiable guard to pur-
chase for them some red and white wooden
goods on the pretext that they wanted to
make them up into shirts. Out of this ma
ter1a1 Cney IaSHlOueQ a nag CRUDE IN COnSCTuC-
ton butt represented Old Glory.
'They gagged as well as they could the door
of the loft of the prison and the probable
height to which the patrolling guard might
raise his vision. Then. the night of the 3rd.
they clanbered up among the rafters and
stretched their crude flag in the apex of the
loft. The next day they gathered in circle
In the center of the chamber and sang patri-
otto songs throughout the day. The guards
were a little curious to the cause of the
unusual proceedings. but failed to discover the
banner above them. That night they took ii
down, cut it into strips and divided 1t among
themselves. Each thereafter wore a strip of
that flag around his body next his skin. and
as each was paroled he bore out with him his
fragment of the banner.
"Regan had taken the precaution to ascer-
tain the home address of each man. After the
war he correspondent with them or their sur
viving relatives. and fnally-it was a work
of years duration-had every bit of the flag
back again. Again he sewed 1t together
Again he stood at salute before 1t. Now be
has gone TO join his comrades in the great
beyond but the flag he made is securely
guarded from dust and decay In glass case