Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-09-30
" 0UNDED.
A Story for the Times.

"Si1 hundred ard forty-three wounded %
81 that were all !" My wife spoke in
sad voice. "lf that were ALL"
The return is given as complete"
said, referring again to the newspaper
which held in my hand. "One hundred
and fortv-seven killed, ard six buudred
and forty-Jfrce wounded"
"a fearful list, but it is not all" nv
wife answered. Her tones we're even sad.
der than at first. "A great many more
were wuunded-many more"
'But this il an official return, signed bv
the commenting general"
And so far, doubtless, correct. But
from every battle field go swift winged
messengers that kill or wound at a thou
sand yaces ; bullets invisible to mortal
eyes, that pierce loving hearts. OF the
dced and wouu dej from these We have no
repurt They ere casualties not spoken of
by cur commanding generals"
had DOT tSoG-dt Of this: or. at least,
not WITH any realizing sense Uf what it iu-
vulved. My wife resumed:
LET "a take the matter home. We
have son in the army The ball that
strikes him strikes Us II, in the list of
killed or wounded, we had found his name.
would here have been M bay met pnlnt or
shatCeriUE bullet 10 our fest? | SILVER at
the thought. An, these invisible messen-
gers Of pain ara death wJupd often decper
than iron and lead"
As she thus spoke my eyes were resting
on the rtialal list and raw the name of
u friend. An ejaculation of surprise drop
ed from my lir,s.
Nv hat?" My startled wife grew slight
Iy pale.
Harley is wounded"
"Oh. dear !" The pall1r increased. and
she laid her hand over her heart. Bad
ly?" She tried to siidy her voice
"a tall through the chest. Not set down
as dangerous, however ="
Poor Anna What sad tidings for
her" My wife arose. Il must go 20 her
| Immediately"
"Du 50" answered.
Soon afterwards we went cut together.
to my Office, and she to visit the wife of
| our wounded friend.
When | met my wife at dinner her face
was paIer than when | parted with her 10
| the morning. saw that she bad been suf-
| fering, while |, intent for hours upon my
wrrk, had half forgotten my wounded
! friends, Haley ana his wife one pierced
by visible and the other by an invisible
! bullet.
Did you see Anna ?" l asked.
Yes"
al w is she ?"
"Calm, but hurt very deeply. She only
had the news this morning"
lis she going to him p
There has not been time to decide VI hat
is Rest. Her husbands brother is here
and will get as much information by tele
graph to-day as is possible, tonight or to.
morrow be will leave for the battle field
Anna may 60 with him."
She appeared to be bur: deeply, you
say!"
Every line in her face exhibited suffering
One hand was pressed tightly all the
while over her heart.
"What did she say ?"
mot much. She seemed looking into
the distance, and trying to make on; things
seen but imperfectly. he were to die,
think it would kill her."
1.-TWO deaths by the same bullet" / said
my thoughts reyerting to our morning con
versatiOn.
In the evening, l called with my wife tt
see Mira Harley. A telegram had been re
ceived, stating that her husbands wound
though severe, was not considered danger.
Gus. The ball had been extracted and be
was doing we'll. She was going TO leave
in the night train, with her brOtber-in-law
and would be with her husband in the
quickest possible time. How few hours
of suffering had changed her. The wound
was deep and very painful.
1t was nearly two months before Harley
was sufficiently recovered to be removed
from the hospital.
did you know that Harley and his wife
were at home ?" said, on coming in on,
day.
mo. When did they arrive ?" was the
answer and enquiry.
This mourning. | heard it from Har-
ley's brother"
How are they ?"
"He locks as well as ever, l am told
though still suffering from his wound but
she is miserable, Mr.. Daruey says"
a shadow fell over my wife's face. ard
she sighed heavily. 81 was afraid of that, y
she said. Il know she was hurt badly -
Flesh wounds close readily, but spirir
wounds are difficult to heal. These invisi
bic bullets are almost sure TO reach some
vital part"
! met Ir. Harley, not long afterward, in
com E1EF Win bis VIE. Tvs eyes were
bright, his lips firm, his cheeks flushed
with health You saw scarcely sign oil
what he had endured. lie talked in a
brave, soldIerly manner, and was anxiC us
for the time to come when the surgeon
would pronounce him in condition to join
his regiment His wound, when referred
to evidently gave him more pleasure than
pain, 1t was a marx of distinctions
sign that be bad offered even life for his
country. How different with Mrs Harley
Il touched you to look into her dreamy,
absent eyes, on her patient lips, and ex-
| hausted countenance.
"She has worn herself out nursing me, "
said her husband, in answer tO remark
on her appearance. lie looked at her
tenderly, and with just shade Of anxiety
in + is face. Was the truth not plain to
him Did be not know that she bad been
wounded alec? That two balls left the
rife when be was stuck, one Of them reach
ing to his far distant home?
I'm three weeks hope to be in the
field again, and face to face with the enc