Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1862-04-04

faction, different in kind from anything
MIR. Hardrup had ever experienced. came
down upon his spirits. That last sentence
from the lips of his wife, as she stood,
with her warm breath still upon his cheek,
was very grateful to his feelings-more
precious, be felt, than silver or gold.
1 would send it around this evening""
said Mrs, Hardrup. -s
Mr.. Hardrup folded the note, slipped it
into an envelope, and after directing it
called servant, and told him to deliver
it at once. -ff -r rv f---
"Hark! How violently that bell did
ring!'' fs
Who is it james," r,l .-
g A girl from Mrs HoweIl's.'
90. g What does she want H. -.5,,r 49,:
d " She says Mrs. Howell's had bad news,
and want you and Mr.. Hardrup come round
there -s .-s-- -...5
Bad news? What kind of bad new1 :?
Where from?" .. T.
" It's about her son William, the girl
says-he that went with the soldiers
Mrs Hardrup turned pale, as she clasp
her hands together. r
What about him, James? 2"
"He's badly wounded. %
Where ?--how? When did it hap
pen? -
''The girl didn't say, ma am She's
waiting"
Tell her that We will be around i'm
mediately,''
The servant retired
' Oh, dear here is real trouble" said
Mrs. Hardrup, as she arose hastily
e" Poor Mrs. Howell and he was her or
ly SON. @
Mr.. Hardrup paced the floor with rapid
feet during the few minutes occupied by
his wife in hurried change Of dress. He
was not now thinking of his diminished in
come, nor of the money losses which the
war had occasioned. These things we're
pushed back as of light Importance com
pared with what others were called to en-
dure and suffer.
They walked, in silence, to the residence
of Mrs. Howell, on'- few blocks distant.
The white, CHASTITY face, that met their
eyes on entering, was vision to haunt
the memory for years.
Oh, my son my boy! my poor,
poor boy +" exclaimed, in wild, sobbine
tones, the wretched mother, as they came
into her presence.
g What of him, my friend?" asked
Mrs. Hardrup
" Have you not heard? Oh, dear my
poor boy. His arm carried off by a can
non shot Oh, my son That I should live
to see this day
In the calmer mood, that succeeded to
this paroxysm Of distress, Mrs Howell
communicated the intelligence of battle
in Western Virginia, which had Just been
received Her son was in one of the com
panes engaged, and his name appeared in
the list of killed and wounded IAN arm
carried off by a cannon shot-dangerous."
This, and no more, for the agonized mother,
''' | must 60 to him, Mr.. Hardrup!
must go to my son. There was an ap-
peallng look ia the face Of Mrs. Howell,
not misunderstood by Mr. Hardrup. She
was widow. and poor-the widow of an
old friend. ~"
/" 1t is long distance travel is inter-
rupted in that region, and it swarms with
armed men, who set at defiance all the
laws of God and man. You cannot 90
alone, Mrs. Howell )"
L must 60 to my wounded and suffer-
ing boy, Mr. Hardrup, if l walk through
the whole distance Don't object. Don't
put hindrances in my way; but, in Gods
name, help me-! ." Her eyes glanced up
wards moment.
i cannot 60 with you, Mrs, Howell y
q do not ask that. I can go Alone
But -" She paused.
You have not the means in hand to
go. said Mrs. Hardrup.
L have not, my friend. You know
that my income is small At this moment
I cannot command one fourth of the sum
this journey and its purpose will require,
Mrs. Hardrup turned towards her hus-
band.
"When do you wish to start ?" he
asked.
ITO night The cars leave at ten. 1t
is now eight"
There is no hindrance, Mrs Howell
/ will call for you in our carriage, at half
past nine, and supply you with everything
needed for the sad journey" MIR. Har-
drup spoke feelingly. and with no signs of
reluctance. The well springs of his bet
ter nature were breaking up.