The evening world., 1912-10-10
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o4 CivH War Romance of She,fdAn's Ride
By Henry Tyrrell
FOUNDED on Bronson Hopards Great PiayJ


In the field.
Gen. Mcclellan. on the threshold of MS
grand opportunity ut the gates OF Rioh-
mond. opened his assault upon Lees
lines OF defense at Beaver Dam. near
MechanicsvIlie. ON the chickahominy.
IL was the first of the Seven Days Bat
ties. soon to 40 into history.
There was herce fghting every day
that week--at Gainess Mill, Savage
station. Glendale, all through the dark
and desolate White Oak swamp and
along the sluggish, noisome Chicka-
hominy. Jackson. In his old time night
Ing form again, In the field with Lee.
stuart and Longstreet. strove TO make
up for lost time. and did his full share
In forcing the enemy steadily hack
from Richmond. But that enemy was
Mcclellan, a foe OF different calibre
from any the Virginians hitherto had
faced.
Mcclellan was. indeed. doggediy fall.
Ing back toward the James River: but
as soon as he got into communication
with the Federal guuboats on that
stream he concentrated his artillery on
Malvern Hl.l and made a stand which
demonstrated that his so-calied,
change OF base" from the York to tho
James River whatever necessity may.
have dictated II. was IA military move
ment executed In mastery fashion.
Amid the horrors of that retreat
In which were included thousands OF
sick and wounded who could not have
stirred but for the dread of tho to.
bacco warehouses In which the south
erners pcnned their prisoners of war.
a young lieutenant clad In the rem.
nants or blue uniform which at nrstj
opportunity he exchanged with q dead
soldier for suit OF dingy gray. creptL
on into the thickets along the Willis
Church rOaI alnnR ha ainpa nj he. "a
Parchsd with fever and crippied with
wounded foot. he lay there all night
In the feverish damps. then pressed on
at daybreak In what he thought to ba.
the direction In which the Federal
troops had moved on the night before
As he drew near wha, looked like a
deserted cabin In a lonely guich, an old.
dllapidat ted looking negro ran out. and.
ylanclng at the fugitlves uniform. i'm
plored him TO lest send a spatch TO-
Charleston that ole Marster was sick
and los In de wilderness. an den
nebbe somebody would send or come to
sit him"
Tho young wayfarer would have bsens
glad to get OF despatch somewhere
else Ia his own behalf; but that slgnnedS
nothing-he followed the gaunt old
negro into the cabin.
There. on bed OF juniper bousfs,
lay Easping and choking Confsredatst
soldier with a CHASTITY bullet hole IN his
forehead and the stamp OF death on ms
livid face. An elderly. gray -haired man.
evidently q surgeon. knek on tho ground
and made feeble efforts TO minister to-
tho comfort OF the dying one. while his
own teeth chartered and his hands shook
with ague
Oats Doctor Eilinxham." the nsgYo
whispered" and he's one OF dc richest
men In Charleston, when he's home.
Hut We ain't got no money now. and
here's poor Sam Plnckney shot-I reckon
de fanks have done for him. sho'. De
Doctors a little bit out OF his haid, too,
on count ~ de fever. but he reckoned
he'd stick to sam. an OF cou'ss I sticks
90 de Doctor"
Pete" said DR.. EilinKham. In his.
daZed way, you might ask the gentle
man II he has anything besides water
I'm his cantcen."
The young man drew small wicker
mask from hts pocket and handed W
over. The surgeon reached out a shak-s
ing hand, then said
You had better give him a llttie-you
are steldler than : am"
Here the wounded man made a soundt
as N CHOKING
'Mebbe rs ph,cgm in his throat."k
said the faithful old slave. lie poked a.
black Anger Into the poor fellows mouth
and pulled out aud OF tobacco, that
must have been there ever since sam
was shot. Then small quantity Off
llquor was poured between the pa!liJ
lips, but tho casc seemed hopeless
~ that instant loud voices were heard
outside ard then a cont 'rrtte captain'
and two soldiers rushed INTO 'hr cabin.
AN here they nrv' shouted the cap
tain. major E7l.yhl I've been
searching Tor YOU everywhere. YoI-
shouldn't have left the imbullnce TIP
your condition, Pete, vou black scoun-
drra is that the way Won take care o.
your master7'
II am glad You have come. Capt
Thornton said pr ElrEhlm, feebly.>
Here is sam P.uckney, In very bad.
shape"
And whom have we here ." asked the
captain staring ~ the youag stranger
who bad nroTeTod the flask and paying
no attention 10 the wounded man. =,
Great God Nd Thornton -
thought | knew YOU" exclaimed the
young man addressed, pcering into the.
insolent. SCARED face OF his questioner.
And | presume YOU know me. IS.
we'll
~ know you're in pretty ticklish
position with that Union belt on I'M
der a Confederate uniform, and inside
our lines. Men. search your prisoner.
He's a Yankee spy"
That's a lie. Thornton. and YOU
know II. was In the fight open ana
fair. and I wouldn't be here now, oaiyr
that l stopped 10 try and help var
comrades. Lot me alone, 7 sayss
(ro Be Continued.l