The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-10-22

A hoarser cheer from their thousand
parched throats, and on they 60 sweep
ing up the hill like a great sea wave.
A deeper roar from the rebel guns, de-
pressed go low that the crusl grape
goesss tearing right the face of the
advancing ranks. An instant's pause,
and out of the smoke come pouring
hundreds of rebel horsemen, barbaric
fellows, the cleaners who follow the
harvest of grape shot, riding down the
reeling commissioning sl9shing like
devils. -. -
10 Where is the Colonel now !? Why
doI't his voice rise above the death
shrek and musket shot like trumpet
call to his brave boys? - : s1'i =
Seei Flash, fash, fash from his re-
volver, and down goesa vebel dfagoon.
Too late! for with the rush and roar
Of a cataract, they sweep over him,
and Nick is left lying on his back, with
another and fresher scar across his
forehead hisright harm twisted hope
lessly under him a singing numbing
pain in every nerve; thousand pieces
of artillery in his brain. r woi oa,
Oh, the sweet, sweet light-Cicily-
all fade together from his bcwildered
soul. - -
A crippled invalid, and exchanged
prisoner, is sitting up in an easy chair,
propped up with pillows in the cosiest.
warmest nook of the old farm house.
Poor Mrs. Dudley her wrinkled face,
so sad and anxious, is watching him
with tender eyes. He doesn't seem to
care for the fresh flowers On the table,
for the jellies, the fragrant lemons, the
iced drinks, the littlo comforts and
luxuries SO: pIentifully strewn around
him. a ,ls d'f'3 st'ais 9foN 919fil j
A cripple! White SCARED face;
lips contracted by sharp pain; one
arm gone at the shoulder, emaciated
frame, shaken by the frequent fits Of
coughing; lack luster eyes vacantly
straying around the room, as though
seeking something unattainable. Not
evenaa mothers love, all pervading as
it is seemed to satisfy his querulous
longing. So changed! So broken
down! Poor Nick Dudley!
Hear his feeble voice, thin and
cracked by illness. baspo siirioq
"Mother, did you write to her 2" @
"Yes, my son but" and here
she wipes away furtive tear or two.
"But yes, of course, she's forgotten
me. Why shouldn't she! I'm moth
ing now-only miserable wretch.
Still wish could see her before l
just TO say to her that IL released
her from the-the engagement, that
Pm-Pm willing she should go-and
bear her no unkindness for .desert-for
not wishing to marry a-cripple.
"Oh, my dear son, Go not speak 30,
1t may be all . mistake. If she really
loves you" -
"Say no more, mother-you wsotc."
eyes, my son, nearly q month ago"
"Aud no reply. Humph! It is
clear" aud the poor fellow turned
YEARLY toward the wall, while . few
tears trickled down his thin cheek
A knock at the outer door and Mrs.
Dudley slips out of the roe,a.o In Eve
minutes she returns. j
care you asleep, my son 2"
"No mother, but give me the lauda-
nam drops. . I think I souId doze 6
few minutes with their help"
"My son." .f .i.f.
aWell." 64f or
"Can you bear good newsf :" sea
| lie turns quickly, anc sees the dear
old wrinkled face all smiles.
"What is it?" And the wistful eyes
turn beseechingly toward the door.
A rustic of muslin-a hutter of lace
and odor of violet, and daring Cicis
ly Hopkins, with eyes red with weep
ing, and mouth all poating-hslf way
between laughing and crying. pushes
by the old lady, and with sobbing cry
Of 'sOh. Nick, they never sold me"-
has her arms around his neck. and her
dear head upon his bosom before the
poor unfortunate, happy devil knows
whether he is dreaming or awake,
'Did he get WE'LL"
OF course he didl Woulda't he
have been a. perfect ass to die as that
Ijuncture7 He got well, thatsis, he's
getting well fast now, rs you read this,
They were married last moash. Nick
swears he is the happieat man IN New