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TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
drawn up and grumbling when the flying boy appeared in sight, a drawn saber in one hand, a pistol in the other, the stars draped about his body. A running fire of comment rang along the line.
"It'sMarye!"
"We thought he was killed !"
"Killed? Deserted!"
"He's crazy — he's making straight for the Yanks!"
"Why, the fellow's as brave as a lion!"
"If we could follow him, our little fagged-out regiment would drive them Yanks down the hill ! ' '
Then, nobody exactly knew how or where the movement started, for no one seemed to have given the order, but there was a gradual forward movement of the whole Confederate line. Soon it had become a grand charge, following in the footsteps and cheering the bare-headed boy with a Confederate flag wrapped about his shoulders. He looked around and saw them, but did not slacken his speed, only tore madly up the steep hill.
The Yankees were entirely unprepared. Only a few companies here and there were able to form and fire into the enthusiastic, cheering lines of gray that approached. The first volley seemed to pass thru the body of the young hero and kill many behind him. A wild yell and waving of his hands in the air was the only sign from him.
But the second volley seemed to lift him in the air and fling him back down the steep hillside. And those whom he had incited to valor and victory passed on and fairly swept the blue host off the hill, capturing their batteries and bayoneting their demoralized men.
The battle that had begun at daybreak, hopelessly for the boys in gray, closed with darkness, a complete victory, the enemy's army cut to pieces and dispersed.
Mrs. Marye was right — a single man could do it, had done it. She had witnessed it and gloried in it. All her losses were now as nothing.
A young surgeon found her sur
DEATH OF BOBBIE, THE HERO-COWARD