The Springfield herald., 1912-05-24

1853, was lying In Fairfax Seminary Hos
pital 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 a comrade seriously
wounded. He. too was a son Of Ireland. He
was the life Of the ward. and he smiled and
1oked and laughed. confident Of his recovery.
"One day the surgeon notified the visiting
priest that he had better inform Pat that his
time was short. I was lying 80 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
30 he could look out Of the window. It 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 once more before he died the
flag floating at the head of the staff outside!
'Darlnt,' he breathed. fervently. there ye
are an at tn top! Place God. ye shtil wave
onchallenged from Maine to Mexco!'
Then followed In rush OF words the
things he had dreamed of 1t before he had
ever seen 1t on its native soil. lIe had prayed
that he and his loved might come under
Its benefcent folds to enjoy the perfect liberty
1t promised. Now 1t in peril and he
dying for 1t. unable even to raise his weak
ened hand and salute 1t. He bade the glorious
old banner goodbye. and. turning to the priest,
said
"Father. yen write to her md break ut
gintly as ye kin? Sore will be her hear-rut
whn 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 thir
loives aven unto death. thir fayther gives
his loife this day! N now. fayther. to me
souls salvation
in the gray dawn of the following morning
a commotion my bed awoke me. Open
ty,v :
and carry 1t out Of the ward
"Did you hear of Tim Regan's hagT
continued the old veteran. who paid as his
price Of duty to his country both legs. NO?
Well. Tim Regan 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 at the thought of passing the Fourth
without even sight of the flag. Tim con-
ceved the idea of making one He had
new white woolen 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 woolen
goods. the pretext that they wanted to
make them up into shirts Out of this ma
terial they fashioned flag. crude In construc-
ton. butt represented Old Glory
"They gauged as well as they could the door
of the loft Of the prison and the probable
height to which the patrolng guard might
raise his vision. Then. the night of the 3rd.
they clambered 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.
otic songs throughout the day. The guards
were little curious as to the cause of the
unusual proceedings. but failed to discover the
banner above them That night they took Il
down. cut 1t into strips and divided 1t among
themselves. Each thereafter wore strip OF
hiu olrip Nd
as each was paroed 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 corresponded with them or their sur
viving relatives, and inaly-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 It Now he
has gone to join his comrades In the great
beyond. but the flag he made is securely
guarded from dust and decay In a glass case