The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-11-06

vigils. Nature demanded rest. Mrs.
G--.--was more exhausted than she
had ever been before. 1t was not so
much the watch that left her weak and
with Jared nerves; feeling had been
awakened into too strong life and
burned with too consuming an intensi-
ty. II was late in the afternoon when
Mrs. G--retumed to the hospital
Her first visit was TO the three young
men with whom she had passed the
night.9;yThey received her with CRATE
full eyes and welcome smiles. Some~
thing about them touched her more
deeply than she had been touched by
anything which she had seen during
her walks of mercy amid sick and
wounded and dying men. Sitting down
she talked first with one and then with
another about themselves and their
home.Gu@ ,EqlUJ 81 ae., aH9 ai asdH
One had a mother in far-away New
England, and his lashes lay wet on his
cheeks as he spoke of her. d .9 s,tYarss-
"Shes loves her country, and has Civ
en- three sons for its Defence" he said
and, in pride of such a mother, his
heart beat quicker, and sent the flush
ing blood to his pale taceasl 81 will not
tell her how badly I am hurt, he con-
tinued 'she shall only know Of that
when | am well again. But she shall
know Of your, kindness, dear lady !!
My first letter shall tell her of that!''
"Happy mother, to have brave and
loyal sons in a time like this ?. answer
ed Mrs. G----, her voice losing its
firm tones, and sinking to a sad expires
sion. 10 1--.o.-
80 Have you no son to give to your
country p asked the fair, haired strip
ling whose head had rested, few
hours before, against her bosom, while
the knife and probe were making him
sick with agony. aa3 aas as.a..I- d
81 will call you my son." was re-
piled, after brief silence, Mrs. G. ---''s
voice was in lower key, Tut calm and
steady. She seemed to have encoun-
tered strong wave of feeling that
made all the timbers in her vessel of
life shudder; but the stroke had prov.
ed harmless, and she was herself again.
"And you are my sons also,' y she add
ed, almost proudly, as she looked up
on the others. Worthy sons l will
give you mothers care"
There entered at this moment, twoI
men, carrying litter, on which man
was lying. A surgeon and nurse were
in attendance. The large room was
full Of beds, and on one of these the
man, who moaned in low, plaintive
voice, was placed Mrs. c. did not
stir from where she sat by the young
soldier. Scenes like this was almost
a daily occurrence, and dad not dis
turb the order or duties of the institu>
ton. .1~
GA wounded rebel" said the nurse,
who had come in with the litter She
crossed over to Mrs. G., whispered
the sentence and then moved back
again. See did not know what thrill
of pain her brief sentence had awaken
ed. ...a. .a- .s.-..H
A wounded rebel The very bullet
that shattered the bone, and rent the
sensitive flesh of the loyal youth over
whose couch she sat on its cruel mis-
sion by his hands. Yet was he now
brought in, carefully to be administer
ed to in suffering, and saved perhaps
from death. This was the very thought
that flashed through the mind of Mrs.
c., as the thrill of pain which the
announcement occasioned went tremb-
ling away into the stiffness.
The means of the wounded man
soon died away. He had first been
taken to the surgeons apartments, land
after the abstraction OF bal, the pas
sage of which had been more painful
than dangerous, removed under the
charge of nurse, to the room where
he now rested.
Mrs G-'s interest in the three
young men, who were now specially
in her charge, found no abatement, but
rather increase, + In brlef conversation
with each of them, she gathered little
facts and incidents aud sentiments that
expressed the quality OF their lives, of
a character still further to interest her
feelings. Each had been tenderly car
ed for in early years, and each was
loyal as well to all nome memories as
to the country be had gone forth to
serve, bearing his life in his hands.
1t was nearly an hour after the
wounded rebel was brought in, when
a nurse, crossing from distant part,
where he lay, came to Mrs G., who
was assisting the surgeon to dress the
shattered limb OF one Of the young men
under her care, and stopping down,
said to her, with suppressed agitation
cit is your son, MADAME
"Who where ?" The color went
out of Mrs. G-'s face. l ~,
"The man who was last brought IN. -
f'My son ?''
eyes, madam, He says he is your
son. Won't yon come over to him ?
He wants you.
Mrs. G. caught her breath with
gasp, but, gaining self,possession,
she answered with calm eloquence
OF tone that was full Of heroism, ''These
are my sons 20 -..
For an instant she looked proudly
from face TO face OF the three wound
ed soldiers, and then bent over the
task in which SIC was engaged. Her
hand showed no tremor, as she wound
the long bandages about the tender
limb, and in every minutia obey ed the
surgeons direction. When the pain
full work was done she wiped from the
sufferers pale forehead the elammy
sweat that covered it, and laid her
hand softly upon his temples, smoothing
back the damp hair. No mothers hand
had in it a more tender touch.
For minute the surgeon drew her
aside, and they stood in earnest con-
versation; then he moved away, and
Mrs. G. resumed her place. Not