"Dear Father," so ran the letter, "To-morrow when twilight creeps Along the hill to the old church-yard, O'er the grave where mother sleeps, When the dusky shadows gather, They'll lay your boy in his grave, For nearly betraying the country He would give his life to save. And, dear Father, I tell you truly, With almost my latest breath, That your boy is not a traitor, Though he dies a traitor's death.
"You remember Bennie Wilson? He's suffered a deal of pain, He was only that day ordered Back into the ranks again; I carried all of his luggage With mine, on the march that day; And I gave my arm to lean on, Else he had dropped by the way. 'Twas Bennie's turn to be sentry; But I took his place, and I— Father, I dropped asleep, and now I must die as traitors die!
The Colonel is kind and thoughtful, He has done the best that he can, And they will not bind or blind me— I shall meet death like a man. Kiss little Blossom; but dear Father, Need you tell her how I fall?" A sob from the shadowed corner— Yes, Blossom had heard it all, And as she kissed the precious letter, She said with faltering breath: "Our Fred was never a traitor, Though he dies a traitors death!"
And a little sun-browned maiden, In a shabby, time-worn dress, Took her seat a half-hour later In the crowded night express. The conductor heard her story As he held her dimpled hand, And sighed for the sad hearts breaking All over the troubled land. He tenderly wiped the tear-drops From the blue eyes brimming o'er, And guarded her footsteps safely Till she reached the White House door.
The President sat at his writing; But the eyes were kind and mild, That turned with a look of wonder On the sky-faced child, And he read Fred's farewell letter With a look of sad regret. "'Tis a brave young life," he murmured, "And his country needs him yet, From an honored place in battle He shall bid the world good-bye, If that brave young life is needed, He shall die as heroes die!"
with her mother, or driving her father's sheep afield, and tending them, a little shepherdess in fact.
In 1428, the English army had laid siege to Orleans, a city of France, and in spite of all their efforts, the French troops found themselves unable to hold the city.