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The heat, the smoke, the thunder of the battle were over, and the fields of Gettysburg, where the terrible three days' fight had been, were drenched with hu The contest had been fearful, and its results carried sorrow and anguish toso anxiously for the names of the loved ones who, on the anniversary of the day which saw our nation's independence, lay upon the hills and plains of Gettysburg, their white faces upturned to the summer sky, and ith the raindrops which like tears for the noble dead the pitying clouds had shed upon them And nowhere, perhaps, was there a whiter face or a more anxious heart than at the far the hot July days Since the Christ froh several ti, however, had always happened to prevent Once it was sickness which kept hiiment was ordered to advance, and the third time it was sent on with others to repel the invaders froh each disappointrew paler and her eye darker in its hue when the evening papers ca that a battle was inevitable, and praying so earnestly that Mark Ray ht be spared Then when the battle was over, and up the Northern hills came the dreadful story of thousands and thousands slain, there was a fearful look in her eyes, and her features were rigid as reat fear tugging at her heart Mark Ray was not with his ht A dozen had seen him fall, struck down by a rebel ball, and that was all she heard for more than a week, when there came another relay of news

Captain Mark Ray was a prisoner of ith several of his own company An inmate of Libby Prison and a sharer from choice of the apartment where his men were confined As an officer, he was entitled to better quarters than the filthy pen where the poor privates were, but Mark Ray had a large, warm heart, and he would not desert those who had been so faithful to hienial hu cheerfulness keptand made the prisoners' lifeTom Tubbs, who had enlisted six el, and many times the poor, ho his burning head in his lap, wept hiain The horrors of that prison life have never been told, but Mark bore upless in mind, perhaps, than did the friends at home, who lived, as it were, a thousand years in that one brief suuished in that horrid den whose very name had a power to send a thrill of fear to every heart