Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-02-09

know it. She only knew that to-nipbs bs
was with her-to-morrow night be flowing
between them the waters Of the river
from whose Jather shore comes back no
echo.
The morning came at length, and with il
the hour which was to decide bis Fate
Firmly he insisted upon sending his moth
er away. The moment there was any fears
Of death be told her she should be called !;
in the meantime be twas resoluse to spare
her the sight of his suffering. She resis-
ted for q while, then yielding TO the force
of his will. She never could have known
worse torture, however, than her waiting.
Was it for hours or moments-she could
mover tell-that che sat there with shut
eyes and clasped hands waiting for her
summons.
At last the assistant surgeon touched her
arm. .u 90
He has Bore the operation, madam, much
better than We feared. We shall save his
leg, though be may always be little lame.
His arm is Of, and according to present ap.
peararces, We think be will get we'll. His
courage will 60 great wsy-never groan-
ed through the whole of it.'
She heard the words as one 10 dream
-clutching st one thought. Her boy was
alive likely to live She tried to stand aud
could not. She began to guess then what
the extent of the fear had been whose re-
action was 90 powerful and exhausting.-
Soon she gathered again strength and com.
posture with the thought that be was watt
ing for her, and then she went to him
Then she kuelt by his bedside. and felt bis
left arm, all be had now, touch her nOSk
The utmost exertion Of her self-control
could not keep back so5s and teara.-
Manned and halt, her brave boy, OF whose
symmetry and strength she had been &C
prOudi
She little knew what bitter, disparina
thoughts were struggling just then in hil
heart. When it vas ell over be had jusJ
begun to realize how strong bad been hi.
unconciousuess hope to die. Il would have
been so much better, he::thought, this help
less, disfgured bulk, shut out by fate from
manhood's work and Women's love. Hel
passion Of tears did him good. Bememb
ing bow she loved him, be grew strong Il
live for her cake. Very gently he touchet
her hair as be said:
Mother, you would rather have me as
am than NOT to have mo at alp
How that question stilled her rspinings
How many mother had given up their 81
how many were weeping at that hou
mad, useless tears, which never thrilled th,
cold foreheads of dead sons She had be
boy with her !still-she could touch BIZ
Ips-look in bis eyes-he could hear he
whom she spoke. What had she to do will
sorrOwf What was it to give an arm, an,
the grace of movement she had loved 3
watch, VIXEN still she could keep her boy
her brave, true boy2
Never had Captain Charley been 90 tru
hero as when be put aside his own sor
row, the downfall Of his hopes, the wount
to his pride. and resolved to strive to liv
not only, but to be contented with life TO
her sake.
In the days that followed, she nursed bin
back to health again. Never after that frs
hour, did either of them breathe q singl
regret. They accepted life With thanks full
ness, not protests, and l think at Ieas
Captain Charley grew even to be=glad thu
he had been allowed to make bis sacrific
for his country SO great
The last week OF AAy-shs eroeehk -hir
-----Eue apple trees were in flower, ful
of pink Wilderness of glorious bloom. III
helds about their country house were green
and again, as when be went away rose
and heliotropes nodded in the open win
DOVE, and the bird, trilling to old tmemc
ries of summer isles, trilled over them
mat:nous jubilee of sweet sounds, whic
the wild robins and gay orioles outsid
strove lopgingly to emulate. And 81
amidst birds and fewers and sunshine
Captain Charley sat down again at homt
Ny work is over now be said, glauc
! ing, patiently, not sadly. at the empt
sleeve at his side.
Perhaps God thought that you were th
one mother, after ell. who needed me th
most, and this was Ais way Of sending n
back