Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-09-26

Had he wife?" 1 inquired.
No, sir, he was not married"
GA sweet-heart?'
Eyes. He was engaged, believe
Only one killed! How differently tn
fact impressed me now! 1t was n
longer an unrealized newspaper an
nouncement, but a present, stern reality
Has the body arrived?' | asked.
Yes. They brought it home to-day
Mr.. B went for it himself
WAS it much disfgured?'
No. A bali passed through tn
4 heart killing hlmsi astanily =
Had Mr.. b other sons2'
''No, sir; Edward was an only boy
1t is great loss, sir. -
''How does he bear it? Have yol
heard?'
II saw him an hour ago"
"Well?'
"He was very calm, but, sir, he looked
ten years older. Mr.. B is one o
those men who bears things patiently
but lie has de feeling nevertheless
That boy was his idol
How is it with the mother?'
The storekeeper shook his head 81
asked Mr.. b, but his eyes filed
and he choked in trying to answer. IN
almost afraid it Will be too much for
! her"
Did they oppose his going to WARP
MIR B did not. He's an
earnest man, he loves his country too
we'll to hold back anything while she
is in danger"
Only one killed! How insignificant
the fact seemed when the telegraph
made this announcement; but what bit
terness followed! Only one killed!
On the day following, [ noticed: in
passing, large funeral procession. OF
scarcely moment over the telegram an
nouncing but one killed aud three
wounded. had the Imagination of an in
dividual pictured distinctly a solemn
scene like this as following in natural
sequence, or given the faintest realiza
ton of the sorrow and the suffering that
lay yelled behind?
Fifty killed and three wounded! All!
now the pulses beat. Here Is something
worth while! How strangely this ia mil
iarity which war Ices over the heartl
One, two, three hundred killed, or man
gled. 1t is awful to contemplate; and
yet we must come down to single cases
to get at the heart Of this fearful matter
Away from every battle field, from ev
cry skirmishing ground, heart chords
stretch. in single lines, to as many
hearts and homes as there are individu-
ais, and death, or wounding, thrill these
sympathetic Zines, each with its own
wild fear and anguish.
That is Mr. BIS son. He was
killed in skirmlsh with the enemy
He belongs to Company Co
''Oh, in that slight affair. had for
gotten it. There was only the tritie of
one killed, | think"
And that was Mr. B-'s SON"
Mr.. b was leaving the car in
which we were riding He Was so
changed that [ had rot recognized him
as the indiy dual in whose presence |
spoke SO lightly about one killed and
three wounded only few weeks before
Sad, isn't it?'' said the other, grow
ing serious.
Very sad: I'm told the mother has
not left her room since the terrible news
was communicated He was an oaly
SON"
That IS terrible" was answered -
How little do we think of what
is really Involved when we run our eyes
so carlessl ly and often half impatiently,
over these almost daily announcements of
one or two killed or wounded in scout
or picket skirmishing! II comes home
to us in Mr. BIS case"
A few weeks later.
Did you see that face at the Window
asked friend with whom | WAS walk
ing
| had observed the face-that of
young woman. 1t was visible only for
IN i.istant; but in that instant it had
impressed me strongly, it was so white.
40 shostIy, SO full of sadness and suf-
ering
"Yes, saw it.
There has been something more
hsn bodily Sickness, said the friend.
Heart sickness. Pain that defies
he ieeches skill"
1T always touches ME to see face
ike that, remarked my companion-
Heart blight in one so young-ah, it is
sad, sad! How quickly the tender
caves fade when frost drops on spring
olossoml Its life is drawn from the |
sunshine, and falls when the icy winds
BASS over. In latter years we have en-
iurance. The heart is stronger to bear |
Not long atterward the same pale
ace and sad eyes looked ont upon ME |
rom a carriage, and their image and |
remained with me as in
picture for many days.
Il am haunted by that face" said I,
is 1t gllded past me on the street, the
yes resting on mine for an Instant
W AS there something of rebuke in them?
felt it SO. And yet they were to me
he eyes of Of a stranger
"Unhappy one! sorrow has touched
'ou with its blighting fingers" So | |
poke with myself as [ walked on
nusing. Has love failed, or the
hadow OF death fallen over the thresh-
I'D of one dearer than life? All, is
here not in the experience of one soul,
rled IN the fire as thou hast been, pain
'nough to make our hearts shiyer in
he bare imagination? First, the stun
lins shock of a fearful calamity, then
he ava akening to pain as life begins to
tir in the bruised and broken fibres
md organs, in the quivering nerves and
acerated tissues: the almost euuallv
contest between life and death;
md then the long period of slow recu-
oeration with its anguish Of aching