New-York tribune., 1913-05-25

immemorial. So they are not quoted; but
among other things he roared out IN voice
of Indignation were these:
"Boysl Bows They've torn 1t down
torn down the fag They're tramplng on
it-there in the park-as il 1t were rag
Bows For Gods sake -,
i card table was overturned, ana the
cards scattered on the floor. The ashtrayS'
now there. went rolling. There were angry
shouts. hastv movements, and grim utter,
ances \ man leaped on a chair and dragged
down battlehag 1t was Hans Wagner. a
fighting man once more. Down the stars
he plunged. bareheaded the tails OF his an
tionated coat of service Tapping round MS
Ices. Behind him they came pellmell, veter.
ans all. knowing but one thing the Old old
call. the call to the flag And wheezlly
bringing up the rear was Maloney, with his
bugle in his hand. As il discipline were IN
stinctive after all the lapsed years, they
halted in the street, brave eleven ol theill:
Fall in" commanded the thin voice OF
the Colonel.
Right face
"By twos Forward march"
AALONEY'S bugle quavercd feeble
lNI note. and down the street they went
some of them with canes, one with a crutCh'
some nimble. some lame, following II, the
Zouave banner carried by a Wagner, be-
meath which a Wagner had bled away MS
life. Its shot-torn shreds again iiuttcred III
the wind. rs il glad 10 60 out to 50 gallant a
death. to end so gloriously. 1t encouraged
its followers 10 speed. Crutch and cane
thumped faster on the pavements as they
advanced. Painting and halt-spent, but
buoved up. nspiritcd, stimulated. by the
great wine Of patriotism, the little army
came TO the square. 1t was filled with
yelling mob. above which fluttcrcd no flag
for il threatened TO become mob without
a flag. unless Of red From the head OF the
column came the shrill command OF the ine
old voice. AT the double. Charge.
Naloncv. who had been assisted in the
last lap Of the march by two OF the stronger
veterans. lifted the bugc TO his white lipa
and Strengthened himself for his greatest et-
fort. His restricted throat suddenly re-
laxcd. as he forgot everything save the com.
mand. Loud and clear he sounded the call
that had bcckoncd hundreds on 10 glory and
TO death. Insistcnt and sharp the old bugle
threw its note above the murmur ot the
crowd. even as it had sounded It's defiant
clarion over the groans of the wounded and
diving, and the screams Of piuiully rddled
cavalry horses.
The gallant six hundred are tabled IN
story and song; but they were six hundred.
There IS vast difference between that fierce
clank Of harness. the rattle of scabbard, the
swing Of steel. the thunder OF hoots beneath
six hundred men, and the charge OF that thin
blue line on this mad day Of May. One had
the intoxication Of numbers, the other mere
~ the grim resolve - perpctuatc an ideal.
Into the crowd they broke, a wild-cycd,
thin-haircd old man. threatening 20 strike
with the staff Of q ragged battlcilag, tol-
lowed bv whije-hcadci old men using crutch
or cane And now repeatedly the buge
blew. and the mob waycrei and opened up
tiny path as they advanced.
THE men of Sheridan Post were going into
thcirhs' battle, hopingtorn9tmng, desir-
m, neither wreath Of glory NOT word 90 COM
mcnia,ion. intent on but one thing the
planting Of the flag. So. hy this, the charge Of
The sis Observation-Disclosures
surprise nor was more desperately elective.
Like wedge following the banner, they