an' pearls [ have thrown away wid both hands—an' fwhat have I left? Oh, fwhat have I left?"

'He was shakin' an' thremblin' up against my shouldher, an' the slugs were singin' overhead, an' [ was wonderin' whether my little bhoy wud have sinse enough to kape his men quiet through all this firin'.

'"So long as I did not think," sez Love-o'-Women, "so long I did not see—I wud not see, but I can now, what I've lost. The time an' the place," he sez, "an' the very words I said whin ut pleased me to go off alone to hell. But thin, even thin," he sez, wrigglin' tremenjous, "I wud not ha' been happy. There was too much behind av me, How cud I ha' believed her sworn oath—me that have bruk mine again an' again for the sport av seein' thim cry? Aw' there are the others," he sez. "Oh, what will I do— what will Ido?" He rocked back an' forward again, an' I think he was cryin' like wan av the women he talked av. '

'The full half of fwhat he said was Brigade Ordhers to me, but from the rest an' the remnint I suspicioned somethin' av his throuble. "Twas the judgmint av God had grup the heel av him, as I tould him 'twould in the Tyrone barricks. The slugs was singin' over our rock more an' more, an' I sez for to divart him: "Let bad alone," I sez. " They'll be tryin' to rush the camp in a minut'."

'I had no more than said that whin a Paythan man crep up on his belly wid his kuife betune his teeth, not twinty yards from us. Love-o'- Women jumped up an' fetched a yell, an' the man saw him an' ran at him (he'd left his rifle under the rock) wid