The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1864-04-14

NSS''S " NaN eHu SbullOAb tHu hlCk uuu
suffering. Her opportunities we're very
rare. and means ofgiving very limited,
but still she found them. A gin Of
wild flowers, or freshly laid egg from
her own little poultry yard; a chapter
read in the meak, revereni tone she had
learned from her grandfather, brought
many blessing to the dear child,
known and loved by the whole neishbOr-
hood.
Such was the state of our little family
when the fall Of Sumter again awoke
tie war.cry through our whole laud.--
Willingly would William Duncan have
given the shattered remnant Of his
frame to aid his country; but this was
impossible, and all he could do was to
pray for her, and aid all in his power by
advice and counsel the young, brave
spirits rushing to her rescue, His little
shop became a sort Of rendezvous for
the volunteers Of the neighborhood, and
many brave soldier in the field re.
membered William Duncans advice, and
guarded carefully from unnecessary ex.
posure to the health and strength so i'm :.
portant to a good soldier. biule Ellen,
leaning on her srandlather's knee, was
often present al the meetings, and many
sigh would be heard from the little
girl that size could do nothing for her
country. Cannot little girls do any.
lhingin war times, grandfather?' said
she one day, after the soldiers bad left.
1t seems very hard that we cannot
work too.'
Are you not doing something, Ellenl
| saw YOU making little pinous6ions for
The soldiers, didn't ~
oh resI but that il so vsrv l;,tle /"
said Ellen.
IN was hut little lbe woman did who
aunointed our soyiour's fae, ElIen hut
he told the persops present ,ba, sbe was
not to be despised. She had done wha,
she could do all that Won can Eller
opportunities will not be- waning If the
desire is ever prcsebt You can 6rocnro
a dripk of fresh water for some woarv
man, or comfort some loved one, n,
home suffering from the departure of
husband, father, or brother. Never
fear but YOU will be able to do some III.
lie tbiugs.'
One day Ellen returned home from n
long absence in tbe citv The cbild,s
face was male with anxiety, and the
heavy eve lids told of weeping and sor,
row.
,Wba, is The matter. Ellenq' ercl,im.
ed Mr.. Duncan. Are you sick or
hurt9, z - Z
No, dear grandIathcr, but | have
seea-have seen'--and here the cbild's
suppressed emotion broke forth in long
painful sobs. When she could speak
she told the sad tale that she saw car
after car Of sick and wounded soldiers
into the hospitals prepared for them.--
With q power Of delinealion made
graphic by intense interest, she described
the various expressions of pain and suf-
lering. And oh! grandfather, there
was one doar boy-for he looked like a
boy--shot right through the throat. l
think he will die, grandfather And
here the voice again gave way, and tears
streamed down the psllid cheeks. And
so, He giveth his beloved sleep,' said
the calm. solemn voice of the old man.
Cant do anything for the poor
men?' was again the anxious cry Of llitle
Ellen.
Let us set down quietly and talk a
little while, said old Mr.. DuncantO the
strongly-excited child.
Ellen, do you know how 10 knit?'
said he, after long pause.
No, grandpa, never learned said
Ellen.
Il think can teach you said he.
You, grandpa! Men don't knit, do
theyg'
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