The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1913-03-15

~hi AIN CON SAT DeSiGe Hunts
couch and conversed with him
" in low. earnest tones.
There are other Places" said
he. besides the field Of battle, where
man can be brave"
'Oh 10 doubt" was the bitter reply,
You find it easy to keep up your cour-
age when am In despair"
What do you mean?"
You know. We were boys together.
and have always put up with second
best. You've always stood in front of
me- Tom Cox-at school. at sport, In
business. In love
Tell ne one thing" urged Cox.
"Have | ever played you false?"
no. you haven't You haven't need.
ed to. four cursed fatal good luck
does it all for you.
Now you talk like whining child"
No. | don't. At this moment your
hearts inmost thought is Identical with
mine. Marie Mason great God. How
my heart beats ut the speaking of that
name. Aiarie-she was the one woman
in all the world to me Why did you
cross my path there. too. when it was
would fall on your
If il was fate. what's the use of
talking about 1t now?" rciortpd Cox
doggedy. And to what avail to either
Of US now can that girls favor be: iou
know she Is an irrevocabe southerner.
like ali the rest of her family. Yon
know that | came out for the Cniop.
AS you did, when the first gun was
fired on Sumter. Perhaps you don't
know, but | will tell you now, that
when lett Lexington She-Marie MAJ
son--sal She would rather see me lying
dead "a the battlefield wearing TIE
southern gray than marching against
her people in the blue uniform OF the
north. That WAS our parting. Well,
you and have drunk from the sane
canteen We have fought side by side
in the same battles; we have both won
our captains swords-and lost them
Now, In misfortune. we are still togeth.
er. And vet. ON the petty pretcxt OF
disparity in cur lots. you would ban
ish The one ray of sunshine pene;rat-
in. icSe prison walls-Ou Old COM
raGes.iip"
You are well and strong. am ILL., '
pleaded Hunt.
II don't forget that. either" muir
INJURED Cox. softening.
"Fve liked too much. | suppose
It's al, D,rr now. Here's my hand. il
you will tase it,
Cox did not take it Immediately. but
answered.:
Its all right Ralph. Only give me-
little time to get over it. for 20,
cut deep. old fellow"
At this moment sudden silence fell
and u general movement and whispe
made themselves manifest. Enter Cap
tain Jackson Warner, the prison com
missary
Evening. Yanks." was his gruff bu
not unkindly greeting. What devil
try are you up to now?'
Talking Ger old times and oil
comrades, captain. that's all" replie'
Cox gently.
"Well. you may have an opportunit
Of seeing some more o them ere oil
comrades O. yourn. reckon. befor
long"
What? Are we going to get out?''
mo: they're coming in here. sur
pose you've heard the news?
At these words young lieutenal
who had sat silently in an opposit
corner reading copy Of the Rlchmon
Dispatch weeks old, threw down tt
paper and listened attentively.
"Let us know the worst. CAPITAL
Warner" urged Cox. We're used
it-haven't got feelings any more, yc
know. What's the news"
"Oh, some more fighting in the va
ley, you know. Yanks licked out
their boots again, as usual. More pri
oners. more hard luck stories"
"Whats that?" cried Deacon Hal
another fight? More prisoners? 0
Lord"
You're on the religious, aren't you
inquired the commissary scoftingly.
"I'm a shouting Methodist these II
ty years, thank the L0rd!' answer
the deacon, holding his hand of car
behind his back.
well, your shouting hasn't benefit
Abe Lincoln nor yourself very mu
so far You'd better swing around a
pray for JEFF Davis, / reckon. and
on the safe side"
Never. till this right hand'-putti
gut his left with the cards, then 1e!