The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1912-06-07

1868, 1 lying in Fairfax Seminary Hos
pital in the suburbs of Alexandria, Va. 1 was
part of the wreckage of the second battle of
Bull Run In the ward in which l lay and to
the right of me was a comrade seriously
wounded. He, too, 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. I 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 once more before he died the
flag floating at the head of the staff outside!
'Darlint,' he breathed fervently, there We
are an at tn top! Place God, We shtill wave
onchallenged from Maine to Mexico!'
Then followed in a rush of words the
things he had dreamed of it before he had
ever seen it on it's native soil. Me had prayed
that he and his loved ones might come under
its benefcent folds to enjoy the perfect liberty
it promised Now it was in peril and he was
dying for it. unable even to raise his weak
ened hand and salute It. He babe the glorious
old banner goodbye, and turning to the priest,
said:
Father yell 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, md tn bhoys. Till her I charge
her wit me dying breat' to rear tn bhoys so
that whin manhood comes to thhim, and the
flag should ivir made thin. they will give thir
loves aven unto death, as thir fayther gives
his loife this day! N now, fayther. to me
souls salvation
I'm the gray dawn Of the following morning
commoton near my bed awoke me- Open
Ing my eyes l saw them lift his lifeless form
and carry it 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 Regan was a 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 at the thought of passing the Fourth
without even sight of the flag. Tim con-
ceived the idea Of making one He had
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
ter1al they fashioned flag. crude in construc-
ton. butt represented Old Glory
They gagged as we'll 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 clambered up among the rafters and
stretched their crude flag in the apex of the
loft. The next day they gathered in a 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 II
down. cut 1t into strips and divided it among
themselves. Each thereafter wore a strin If
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 tho
war he corresponded with them or their air.
viv1ng relatives. and f1nally-it was work
OF years duration-had every bit Of the a.e
back again. Again he sewed it together
Again he stood at salute before it. Nov he
has gone to join his comrades in the 9reat
beyond, but the flag he made il secnno1v
guarded from dust and decay in a slas. case