Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1918-02-20


and led him off to the place where the
dance was forming
4 Nolan thought he had got his chance.
He had known her at Philadelphia.
and at other places had met her and
this was a godsend. Fl You could not
talk in contredances, as you do in
cotillions, or even in the @pauses of
Waltzing; but there We're chances for
tongues and sounds, as well as for
eyes and bushes He began with her
travels, and Europe, and Vesuvius, and
the French; and then, when they had
worked down, and had that long talk
ing time at the bottom of the set, he
said boldly, little pale, she said, as
she tod Ine the story, years after:
And what do you hear from home
Mrs. Graff?"
And that splendid creature looked
through him. Jove! how she must
nave looked through him! "Home:l
Mr. Nolan!!! l thought you were the
man who never wanted to hear of
nome again !" and she walked directly
up the deck to her husband and left
poor Nolan alone, as he always was.
He did not dance again.
l cannot give any history of him in
order; nobody can now; and, indeed,
am not trying to. These are the ira
ditions, which I sort out, as I believe
them, from the myths which have been
told about this man for forty years.
The fellows used to say he was the
Iron Mask" and poor George Pons
went to his grave in the belief that
this was the author Of "Junius," who
was being punished for his celebrated
libel on Thomas Jefferson. Pons was
not very strong in the historical line.
A happier story than either Of these
have told is Of the war. That came
along soon after. I have heard this
affair told in three or four ways, and,
indeed, it may have happened more
than once. But which ship it was on
l cannot tell. However, in one, at
least, of the great frigate duels with
the English, in which the navy was
really baptized, it happened that q
round shot from the enemy entered
one of our ports square, and took right
down the officer of the gun himself,
and almost every man of the guns
crew. Now you may say what you
choose about courage, but that is not
nice thing to see. But as the men
who were not killed picked themselves
up, and the surgeons people were car
rying off the bodies, there appeared
Nolan, In his shirt sleeves, with the
hammer in his hand, and, just as if he
had been the officer, told them off with
authority, who should go to the cock
pit with the wounded men, who should
stay with him, perfectly CHEEKY, and
with that way which makes men feel
sure all is right and is going to be
right. And he finished loading the
gun with his own hands, aimed it, and
babe the men fire. And there he
stayed, captain of that gun, keeping
those fellows in spirits, till the enemy
struck, sitting on the carriage while
the gun was cooling, though he was
exposed all the time, showing them
easier ways to handle heavy shot, max
ing the raw hands laugh at their own
plumbers, and when the gun cooled
again, getting it loaded and fired twice
as often as any other gun on the ship.
The captain walked forward, by way
OF encouraging the men, and Nolan
touched his hat and said:
II am showing them how we do this
in the artillery, SIR
And this is part Of the story where
all the legends agree; that the commo-
dore said:
II see you do, and I thank you, sir:
and l shall never forget this day, sir,
and you never shall, sir"
And after the whole thing was over,
and he had the Englishman's sword,
in the midst of the state and ceremony
of the quarterback, he said:
"Where is Mr.. Nolan? Ask Mr.. No
Ian to come here"
And when Nolan came, the captain
said:
Mr.. Nolan, we are all very grateful
to you today; you are one Of US today;
you will be named in the dispatches"
And then the old man took off his
own sword of ceremony, and gave it to
Nolan, and made him put it on. The.
man told me this who saw it. Nolan
cried like baby, and we'll he might.
He had not worn q sword since that
Internal day at Fort Adams. But al
ways afterWard, on occasions of core
mony, he wore that quaint old French
sword Of the commodore's.
(To be continued)