Redwas creeping out around the^wounded mau and staining the little^hollow as he sat there, propped up^on his arm looking at the general^There was a sort of wistful look on^his face, as though he thought the^general could help him, and the gen^eral looked down on him very sober^^ly^in fact, with a very great pity^Just a few feet away, more or less,^men were being killed and wounded^all the time, but that was going on^in an orderly, business fashion. This^man was just dying, just simply dy^ing by himself, and you could see his^life fade as you looked at him, ami^you could see the red stain spreading^in the little hollow and making scal^^lops here and there where it ran up^into little shallow gulfs and bay^^making off from the main depression
Hewas getting weaker and weak^^er and was going fast, but all the^time looking up at the general with^that look on his face.
'If 1 could only have one more^shot!' he said. You see, be wasn't^thinking of home or friends. He^was thinking of the battle. His last^wish was for one more shot, and a^second later he collapsed and fell^dead. ^^Chicago Tribune.
ATheatrical Cyclopedia.
Thelate John Norton, the St.^Louis theatrical manager, had a fund^of stage reminiscence and anecdote^that was jestingly said to reach back^to Shakespeare's time. Gifted with^a remarkable memory, he had read\^for instant exhibition everything ht^had ever seen or heard about the^stage, and as he had passed a lifetime^back of the footlights and had been^on friendly terms with all the great^actors and actresses of the last two^decades he was a veritable mine of^theatrical information. He fllleil^many a reporter's notebook with in^^teresting gossip, and it is a pity he^did not leave a book of memoirs.^^New York World.
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