Litchfield enquirer., 1864-10-20

large building, with windows looking ever, way; with plenty of Gods blue heaven above and plenty of His fresh air wait ed through ii "a place to rest, to grow strong, and, if God so willing, to die in.
 A September day was nearing it's close Golden lights and violet shadows hecked the Virginia hills. How calm and still it was over there toward the sunset, and yet, just be- vond those hills, yesterday. fierce battle had ragged. All day long those weary hospital trains had brought us loads of wounded and and dying but now, with the twilight came a peaceful hush through all the wards. I stood still moment by the open window. Those moments of rest were rare enough aow. It was just year that night since Philip went away. Did be rememberi I wondered. l couldn't help this wonder so sometimes. though had tried to put it all by.
 This way moment, Miss Sinclair, if you are not busy.' It was Dr. Mills who spoke want steady hand,' he continued, as fol loved him down the room. A bad case, very bad case. A young captain. wounded ysster- day, busy all day giving orders about his men and now there must be an amputation,' and we went on.
 What is it, Freddie r A little brown hair ed drummer boy put out his hand as passed his cot.
 Are you too tired to write to my mother tonight, please?'
 No, my boy, I'll come back in half an hour ; and the next instant l stood by the side of the new patient. The assistant sur. geon was there. 'Chloroform ? he asked No,' said Dr. Mills; and then to ne, Are YOU strong enough to hold this arm? The other IS to be taken of. Itook my Elace braciAg against the wall It was slender hand, with fingers straight and round. I glanced toward the face; handkerchief was thrown over it, the impulse of brave man, in his agony to conceal the writhings of pain.
 'Take charge of this for few days, will you 2 and started slightly as Dr. Mills hand ed me photograph case. It was like the on' Philip used to carry. and as l took it, one rec leaf fiuttered to the floor.
 Are we all ready7' asked Dr. Mills, anc that instant little red gle:sm from the oper sleeve of the wounded man sent sudder sickness Ill over me.
 l sWait moment please,' begged. Nv own coral bracelet There was no u.'s taking it, for the trinket was Of curious cary inc and quaint design a heathenish looking thing mother always said-brought from abroad by sea-faring relative. 1 had lost i more than year before in one of my boa rides with Philip Farley. I supposed it Wal at the bottom of the river l never though to find it here. I knew then whose hand was holding through the fearful struggle; knew more, that through those weary months, while I had been trying to forget. he, during all thu turmoil and tumult of soldiers life, had nev CT forgotten.
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 Why, Miss Sinclair he said, how hand | some you've grown! What makes you lool so happy?'
 I've found my best friend, Freddie said | The letter to his mother was cheerul on that night.
 You know the rest how, as soon as Phili
 was strong enough, we came home-a pleasar home to come to, want itf But there's tn tea bell, and there's Philip coming up the wall On, one thing more. Do you know Aun
 Hspzie is coming to pay us visit next month coming to zee the result of her warning suppose