East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1863-05-26
MY REVENGE.

We met in the beginning Of the ac.
ton, and my enemy Richard Withers,
he a rebel, | Federalist! he on foot,
mounted. 1t matters not why l hated
him with the fiercest wrath ofmy nature.
"The heart knoweth it's own bitterness"
and the details, while most pain vi to
me would be of ufliug interest to you.
Suffice it that our fcud was not polit.
ical one. For ten years we were the
closest inmates that the same stndies,
tie same tastes, and the sans aims
could make US. | was the elder of the
two and the stronger, physically, com
paratively friendless as the world takes
it, and had no near relatives. Young,
solitary aud visionary as we w,rt, il Is
hard to make you understand what we
were to each other. Up to the period
of our enlargement, working together
eating together, sleeping together, /
can safely lay that we had not a joy or
a glief, not pleasure or a veXation
that we did not share with an almost
boysh single heartedness. But one
day changed all. We arose in the
morning dear friends and lay down at
night bitter foes. was a man of ex.
II emes; / either loved OF hated with the
whole strength of my heart The past
was forgotten in the present. The ten
years of kindness, of congeniality, of al
most womanly tenderness were erased
as with a sponge. We looked each 9th
er in the face with angry, searching
eyes said but few words four rage
was to deep to he demonstrative) and
parted. Then in my solitude / dashed
my clenched hand upon the bible and
vowed paslonately:
81 may wait ten years, Richard With
ers! | may wait twenty, thirty, it You
will, but sooner or later l swear shall
have my revengel"
and this WAS the way we met.
| wonder if he thought of that day
when he laid his hand on my bride
rein and looked up at me with his treach
erous blue eyes. scarcely think he
did, or he could not have given me that
look He was beautiful as a girl; in
deed the contrast of his fair, aristocrat-
ic face, with its regular outline and
red, curving lips, to my own rough dark
exterior might have been partially the
secret Of my former attraction to him.
But the loveliness of an angel if it had
have been his would not have saved him
from Inc then. There was pistol in
his hand, but before he had time TO dis.
charge it, cut at him Will, NV sword,
and as the line swept on like catering
wave, | saw him stagger under the
blow, throw up his arms, and go down
with the press. Bitterly as | hated him,
the ghasily face haunted me tho long
day through as.a. Fl, ..s. ss.. .,..-
You all remember how it was at
Fredericksburg. How we crossed the
river at the wrong point and under that
raking fire of the enemy, wero so disas
trously repufsed ~"' '.''@''' '''''h
1t was sad mistake and fatal to
many brave heart. When night fell,
] lay upon the field among the dead and
wounded. ! was comparatively help
less. A ball had shivered the cap of
my right knee, and my shoulder was
laid open with sabre cut. The latter
bled profusely; but by 1int Of knottin g
my handkerchief tightly about it I man
aged To s,aunchitin measure; for my
knee could do nothing Conscious.
ness did not forsake me, and the pain
was intense; bn: from the moanr anil
aud walls Of the men about me, Judged
that Others had Jared worse than l..
Poor fellowsl there was many moth.