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 I believe that, with his help, you will do your duty. I shall not forget you, my boy. Good-bye.

Time,—1863, during the great Civil War.

Scene,—War office in Washington.

(Two telegraph operators sitting by their instruments, papers beside them.)

(entering hurriedly),—Any news?

,—Yes. (Hands him a telegram).

(reading),—Battle still raging around Gettysburg. Great loss of life on both sides. Confederates pressing on.

(Half to himself),—Please God that things take a turn in our favor. They have looked black enough for us lately.