three o'clock
she gasped . The gleaming arms were thrown up despairingly , and a low , dreary cry wailed through the stately old mansion as the orphan turned her eyes upon Nellie and Andrew -- the devoted two who had petted her from childhood . Judge Harris led her into the library , and his weeping wife endeavoured to offer consolation , but she stood rigid and tearless , holding out her hand for the despatch . Finally they gave it to her and she read : -- `` CHARLES T. HARRIS -- `` Huntingdon was desperately wounded at three o'clock to-day , in making a charge . He died two hours ago . I was with him . The body leaves to-morrow for W -- .