Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1862-12-07

Game in joyful with welcome, but started
PACK PACK appalled, by the white, still face she met.
Miss Barclay went up to her and said drearily:
Emily, | am oil you have now. He is
gone"
The girl to whom the III news came with aucb
ieli suddenness, burst into passion of grief.
then trying to comfort her, her friend went also
sno the tears we're strange solace. She took
Emily home with her-her sister from hence.
forth. She might go back to school another
yeaT-at present they had need OF each other.
How dreary the months were which followed!
Emily was the frat to learn resignation for the
loss Of the dead, who died so gloriously Kate
was haunted forever, as she feared she Would
be, by the idea that she had sent him to his
death; and not even the memory of Lis own
assurances, those generous last words of bis
could give her no comfort.
me summer came--the summer of 'B2--
bringing bird song and blossom. The lonely,
salt scented sea breeze rippled the waves, and
shook the pine trees into melody. From aiar,
Miss Barclay seemed to catch scent and sound,
IL reused her to wish to tread the eea.side
rocks, and pTees her careless footsteps In the
white sands Of the beach. They went to q
pleasant, quiet nook, which, as yet, not enough
people had found to spoil. And there the roses
began to come back to Miss Barclsy's cheek,
and the light In her eyes. She might grow
cheerful again 10 her time she thought, il only
her fancy would cesse to picture QUE awful
sCeue--s battlefield, where the setting run
seiFcded withred beams for the slain, and found
ono face, O face she knew, with clear, honest
eyes and mouth that would never smile more1
Did they wound him-mutlate him after he wtG
deaoi She had heard such things-she wished
che could forget them.
WalkinD aInna opa IA, nb hnn-J ~. A.
path behind her, Voices-Emily's and another's.
She turned suddenly. We're her senses dszzled2
Did she dream2 Do the dead walk? She saw
y lace over which the Southern turf must have
grown long ago unless IL bleachel white, IN.
buried on the ghastly battlefield. Sight and
aense failed her For the frss time ia her life
she tainted. When she recovered che cav on.
| ly Emily. The child spoke eagerly:
| at was my brother, alive, himself. He was
wounded, not dead They took him prisoner,
and last week nc WAs exchanged When he
came to New York ho found that We were
here, aud followed us."
She had poured out the words into Kats'e
ear with might and main, bent on making her
understand the truth lest che might faint again
Bat such swoons do not happen twice in one
day Miss Barclay comprehended ell now, and
was bersef again; ready, with courteous greet.
ing, for him who came down the path-the re-
turned warrior, with the scar scanning his broad
brow, and showing hoR near he had cUme to
the fate she had feared
He had furlough 10 got well iD, he said,
and then ne was going back,
OF cOurae he staid with them there at Sea
ViaS for while, and of course they nursed and
petted him, as women always do their returned
braves. IL vac strange how soon all the sad
ness went oct of Kate'a heart, the melsn.
choly out of her manner. One day he said to
| her:
"You are too kind 10 me-"
81 do not feel u, if could be-" she answer'
ed, when | remember what you have suffered
aud who sent you forth to fight"
He did not speak again for few moments,
a0d then be asked strange question:
Mise Barclay, what should you think OF q
man--an honest man--he loved q woman dear.
ly, ba. did not aak her to marry him becauae
she HGs rich ard he was poor, and he knew the
world wOuld brand him fortune hunter2"
Mics Barclay blushed, but she answered
bTavelS:
"I should think poorly of man's o9urag,
NhOm the wotid's oplDion could sway in tht
most sacred matters Of his heart and life; anG
II he believed tho lady would ever remember
on which side the fortune was, should wonder
a. him Tor thinking her worthy Of bic love-"
His eyes-th0se honest, earnest eyes-look.
lag at her with something in their glance which
thrilled her heart with a strange, now timid
joy. He only said:
Kate, you know love you. While fight
again who will pray for me at homer whose
soldier shall be7'
think her look told him before her words
did, but he bent very teuderly to hear the an.
swer:
| "Mine"