The Washington times., 1913-08-18
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
THE TIMES DA II
THE PATRIOTS
The Story of Lee and the Lost Hope
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY.
Author of
"The Southcrpers" "A Little Traitor O South"
my Lady's slipper" Etc.
Copyright. 1915. Frank A. Munsey Company,
By CYRUS TOwNsEN

With a tremendous roar evefy cannon,
every rifle. every musket opened upon
the doomed men. A tornado Of bulIets
swept down upon them. Nearly every
horse ridden by a field officer was killed
on the instant Men fell and lay IN
long windrows as If cut by glSanuc
scythe. II was such battle storm ds
no human body ought to be asked to
face, as no human body could be ex-
pected to endure
But these men faced it and they en-
dured it. The division off on tn" left
bending before the storm had oplIqued
away till II had lost toucn with them,
although it still advanced. a great gap
was opened between them and the VII
ginians-a fatal breach since IL exposed
the flank OF Picketts men. Also the
progress of the Carolinians had been a
little slower than the Virginia advance.
Garnett was down, his brigade. too. in
voluntarily inclined toward the left as
rushes bend before tempest. Bodies Of
troops from the left of the Union line
swarmed forward, taking Garrett's S
brigade in reverse. Where, in God S
name, were the supports? With a wild
swerve the men in gray turned to the
left, but in their avoidance of the death
dealing torrent they did not forget TO
go forward. To go forward. that was
their end in life. Advance, alwayc the
avance
The seconds were minutes, the min
utes hours, and still that rapidly with
ertng body of men climbed that fatal
hill. Thousands on every ridge watch
ed the great drama. The spectators
shouted, screamed. prayed laughed,
cursed, while into the battle smoke the
gods in gray and the gods in blue
plunged madly for the final test. Hearts
stopped heating. Would they make II ?
Would they make it? The men on the
h 0nA-
answered. That was Armistead's great
voice. What godlike power had he to
make himself heard in that Internal
clamor? The orders to form a column
penetrated the brains Of the soldiers s
by some telepathic transmission. In
been a constant concentration Of the
SURVIVORS upon the flags. Bearer after
bearer had been shot down. but al
ways willing hands had seized each
banner. They were huddled together
In front of the column. Garnett WAS
gone BY Heaven. his brigade. too,
was gone, melted away. A few strag-
gers nred into the faces of the men in
blue so close at hand, and fell, making
way for the second line. Into the reek
ana smoke and whirling mass of men
Hrtnistead burst with his heroes. A few
stone wall. There stood the Union
euns-silent at last The Virginiane
We're shooting now. their hearts exlIlr-
ing to be within range. The blue line
s"erEed' IL was gone. Forward, for
"ard. dellriously cried the officers.
ne gray line advancing, the blue
men retreating. had glimpse OF a flr-
ute on the stone wall. a sword in hand
MS hat perched upon the point hIs
yes anaIne. an Incarnation Of war. A
genera OFFICER on foot like a private.
II" was yelling like a demoniac II
was Armistead Behind him the IA
and few. oh God, a mere handfnI
OF men. The l'nion line was break
ing, ing, 1t was broken. 1t was gone,
They We're victorious
one hundred men burst over a stone
fence cheering madly. In front Of thnm
STOOD A gun: its Gunners lay dead about
II. one slight bOyish figure naIa ~
deith his clothing red marked and porN
held the lockstring "WpbhHI.u piTs
them one more shot" they heard him
and fell dead upon the gun trail srni-
stead, too, is down. MarkIng tho bigb
tide OF that charge he falls.
Ie" score men in the Union lines.
W mere "er'. the rest? God Almighty
how long? MercifulIv the ISSUE Vac n9t
DELAYED Out Of the smoke and dust ~
battle a blue-clad force hurled itseif
upon the remnant Of the Virginians A
hail OF nusketrY was poured unon
them. Grafton felt something hit him
Vet h" kept his feet and thrust sayaraIv
with his hayonet into the smoke He
felt il thud against something soft thar
gave way as he struck and struck IL
shouted in triumph; he would moi dic
alone. He held on to the .gunbutt
striving unavailinGly to withdraw The
bayonet from falling figure He heard
voices all about him.
Surrender! It's all over, You're
beaten,'
'Nevcr'' he cried. wrenching vainlv at
tn" gun. Then he threw up his arms.
''Virginia'" he mutterrd thickIy Z
strange weakness possessing him.
Some one recognized him
"'ireat God. it's Grafton."
That was all