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FRANK LUDLOW.
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to the commanding officer, he spoke through his tears, with a tremulous, yet sweet-toned voice.
"And what was the crime, for which my brother was condemned to this death? There beats no more loyal heart in the bosom of any of these men, who do the bidding of their country. His greatest fault, the source of all his misery, was the love of war. In the bright days of his boyhood, he said he would be content to die on the field of battle. See, you have taken away his life, in cold blood, among his own people, and no eye hath pitied him."
The commandant stated briefly and calmly, that desertion thrice repeated was death, that the trial of his brother