Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1862-09-30

my" LIE spoke with the srdor If s..o,
desire, his eyes bright, his face in a Glow
wounds, and the pain of wound;ne All
forgotten. W. al
But anOther's eyes became dim nc h;o
frightened ,-another's cbepts Md no
bis grew warm. ] saw the tears shin;n1
as Mrs. Harley answered, in an unstea5S
| voice: IN N"''eauS
II am neither brave enough nor STRONG
enough for soldiers wife,
She had meant to say more as was nIain
SELF. 0 NV 'uS' hei
! "Oh, yes you are; brave enough and
strong enough replied Mir Harley. with
animation. Not every one could have
moved so calmly amid the dreadful scenes
OF camp hospital, after the battle. I
watched you often, and lelI proud of
you" N "
"lf she had not been wounded alson-
my wife began; bot Mr. Harley inter- unit
| ed her with the ejaculation
Wounded !" 10 a tone of surprise.
Yes. wounded" resumed nv wife
and, as now appears, nssrer the seat Of
vitality than you were. Did You not know
this before, Mr.. Harley 2"
My friend was perplexed Cor a little
while: lie could not get down at once to
my wife's meaning.
struck" "i'O
"Oh, yes J" Light broke in upon Mr..
Harley. lie turned quickly toward his
vile, and saw in her face what had been
unseen before, the wasting and exhaustion
that come only from deep-seated main. He
had thought the paleness of her counte-
nance, the weakness that made her step
slow and cautious only the result of over
taxed muscles and nerves. But he knew
better now.
81 didn't think of that" he said with
visible anxiety, as he gazed into his wife's
eountenance. Our wounds, so CHASTITY to
the eye, often get no deeper than the flesh
and bone. The pain is short, and nature
comes quickly to the work Ct cure with all
| her healing energies. We suffer for a
! Whlie, and then it is over. We are strong
and ready for the conflict again."
"But," said my wife, "into the homes
that stand far away from battle fields, come
swlit-winged messengers, that kill and
wound as surely as leaden hail They
strike mothers, wives, sisters,-some with
! death woundS, all with the anguish If vi
tai pain. Alas for these wounded! Tie
/ healing, If 1t foNovs, AID often through
absccss ana Liberation. They NAV lirger
Tor years, Tut do not lose the marks of suf-
eriug."
lo"g siiencs followed. There were
| others present who like Mr.. Harley, had
never thought Of this. | noticed that for
the hour we remained together he was
tenderer toward his wife, and more than
once saw him looking at her, while she
was not observing him, with a troubled
countenance. He did not again speak of
the early period Of which he intended to
/ Join his regiment.
On the day following another list of kill.
ed and woauded Was given to the public.
As ! read over the names and counted the
numbers, my thoughts came back from
BLOODY field and suffering hospital. These
are not all. | said. ALAS not all. The
ball has struck twice, thrice; sometimes
oftener. There is pain, there is anguish,
there Is woundiGg, even unto death, in
many, many homes. within a thousand
miles ct that CORY Ilace. Some are alone
and negiected-dying on their battle field.
| with no ne to pue even a cup of cold water
| to their lips-some are with loving friends
who yet fail 10 staunch the flow of blood.
| or bandage the shattered lim5-some cover
| their wounds, hiding them from all eyes
and bear the pain in chosen solitude The
sum OF all this agony, who shall give it ?"