The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1863-07-17

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IL am discoversd!' she gaspea, dss-
,airingly. "Will you be.rsy my se-
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"My child, my child, how could you so
lar forge. yourself !" |
She made NO anowsr. Shame had done
what bodily weakness had not been able
10 do. She had fainted. To ges her ont
Of this public ward was r1y first thought
Mrs. Denham's black figure uss at an
adjacent bed. I becsoncd her to me,
betvecn her and my patient
All traces other usual agitation was gone.
She was the dark silent nursc again.
"Are the men at supper ?" asked
her.
"Yes."
"And the officers?'
She nodded. l ncrved myself for the
effort.
"Do you thint yop could help ne to
carry this person to the private room -
She looked at me steadily. Ths re-
quest was a singular one. felt that !
mus. make some explanation. The words
came out blunter than I intended,
mt i. a woman, Mrs. Denham.s
What rapid change there vac in her
face Her eyes fairly blazed. She
stepped quickly behind me before |
could prevent it, she had caught up the
candle, and was bending eagerly over the
bed. Then there went up a shrek which
might have rent the roof.
my daughter! my daughterl' and the
woman who moved among us for the last
six months, pale and impssive as a spec
tire, was on her knees beside that quiet
figure, clasping it to her breast, flushed
fearful, and sobbng abound in perfect
tempest Of emotion.
Two weeks later, l and few OF thu
Sisters stood around ccffin in the prl
yste ruon. The sunlight sTsAmed through
broken blind upon the dead, girlisl
face. The pale. regulsr features, will
the black hair curling about the temples
would have been very beautiful but 10
the expression of dumb pain resting upo
them. The girl, who had entered tn
Army to revenge he brothers. death, an
broken her heart upon the discovery
her secret. Shame had killed her.
Some simple flowers was sprinkle
over the shroud, and an open lilly was j
her hand; but the peaceful emblems a
most seemed to mock the troubled brow
"It is time to close. the coffin whispere
one of the Sisters where is Mrs. Der
ham"
l had been asking myself the SAN
question. 1t was the first time, night
dav, that the kneeling figure of the mott
er had been missed from the spot. "
could not coax her away for minute b
fore. Now, she had been gone for
hour.
One Of the men entered hurriedly,
blank horror in his looks.
"They have been hunting for you q
over, Sister Bernandine they ale bring
ing her this way. Dear, o dear! but it
awful p
There was little group outside tt
. door. They gave way for me with viii
faces, whispering something which l in
perfectly understood.
Then four men came slowly up to Il
passage, bearing Between them we
known fgure--limp, lfeless, the de'
hands hanging down, and cloth upe
the face, and laid it at my feet. No ne'
to- whisper her name or lift the cloth fro
her discolored face. ! had known b
. from the first, the unhappy Mrs. De
: ham.
The last blow had unsettled her reaso
Her son dead her daughter dead
she had gone away with the despair
Judas in her heart, and hanged herse
with n halter.
TERRIFIC BALLOON ADvENTUR
y "You are about to witness Monsieur {
It ascension" said a gentleman to me as
u entered the enclosure devoted to the ael