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THE MOTION PICTURE STOEY MAGAZINE
ALL HIS MUSCLES STIFFENED AND HE WAITED THE LAST COMMAND.
man, and turned to Will, who was speechless with joy.
"Young man," he said severely, "I have been put to a lot of expense to save your life. How are you going \o pay me!"
"We c'n mortgage the farm," suggested Will, offering the only solution he could find. Lincoln placed his huge hands on Vein's shoulders.
' ' That is not enough, ' ' he said kindly. "Repay me by showing that I have done well in saving a man from disgrace. Prove that he was worthy of that effort, and I shall not regret my lost sleep."
"I promise," cried Will, as the President turned away, and his words had the sanctity of an oath.
Again night, and a city of tents, but this time they are crude shelters, the makeshifts of the Southern army, stained by storm and soil; and, over the field where all day the battle raged, the boys in grey, by lantern light, picked their careful way, searching for the least spark of life in friend or foe. In the hospital tents, the surgeons, soaked in blood, perform
hasty amputations, or probe for hidden bullets, and the brave women of the South lend their gentle ministrations to their heroes and to their enemies without discrimination. It is enough that they suffer.
In one corner of a field, half hidden by a fence, Will Scott moves deliriously. Bravely he had fought to hold the position, ... urging his comrades to defend their, post, and the Third Vermont had done much to lessen the decisiveness of the Southern victory. In the camp of the Third, where they had halted in their retreat, the men speak in whispers of Scott's bravery, and even "Baldy" Smith admits that "Old Abe knew what he was doing" when he let Scott go free.
On the field, Will Scott looks up, and in his dream he sees the President approach, the kindly smile upon his face, in his hand a wreath of laurel. He half raises himself upon a shattered arm.
"Then you knew I kept my promise!" he cried with joy, and with a happy smile upon his face he falls back — dead.