Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1865-02-03


TO be askin' that question but better laie'n
no time !"
My want Of domcstcty had been a great
trial to my aftectionste kin, and to none a
greater than 10 Aunt Ilepzic a"|
"'Spose You knewt Philip Farley had
gonc OIL this morning? and Aunty cxcS.
vsted a seat !or hcrsslf among the books in
the great chair. .s e."
KNOW he was intending to go soon." !
replied, uncoaeernediy, as mounted a table
and began taking down curtains.
Yes, he's gone. He come over to bid
mo good. by. an do declare t rcely pitied
the fellow he acted so sorter down in the
mouth. Somothn' gene wrong now, | tell
you. He stood there on, my door stone, and
scz 10 him, | hope you'll be here again
next summer, Mr. philp;' and he said, Il
don't know when ! shall ever come again,
Aunt Hepzie.' Then laughed an told him,
most likely he wouldn't never want to come
and see US. IoU'il forget all about ns
when you get aoag with your grand city
folks sez I; an to my dyin' day | sh.ll re-.
member how he looked when he said, We
don't .orgst so easily, my good friend but
| wish to Heaven could forget the past
three months, although they have been he
happiest Of my lifc.' An then he never
said another word, only he shook hands
with mc and went out o the yard and i;
you can b'lcvo it, just sat down an cried.
did hate TO hev him 60 he's bon so chip
per round 'mong our folks this sumE,er.--
Lawful heart, Loizy ! what hev We done -
Smashed yer fingers all to Eo,hin Can,
ye handle hammer bc,ter'n that, child ?"
"Nevcr mind, it's nothing" said | had
ing. The pain WAS relief. sst down in
mectias res to bind up tho wound.
That's right, dear, do il straight up in
the blood. Bet,er'n any salrc, that is, to
cure hurt" said Aunt Hcpzie.
Thank you, aunty III try your recipe"
1t was mole than fingSS wound that done
up in It's own frssh blood that morning
Where's your mother? ?"
In the garden, think"
We'll, I've brought her over bundle o
valcrian. She was telln' on ms that she WAS
troubled ts sleep nights IIain't We minded,
Loizy, how pale your mother has been get
TIM lstoly?" I"
" No; hadn't noticed" And cursed
my blindness, when | saw upon her face thai,
night the same look which, years brfore, my
father had wern.
That winter she died. II was New Years
morning when, all along tho country side,
women stood upon their door steps, silent,
listening, counting, while the bell tolled the
years Of my mothers life, During the storm
and the darkness Of that winter night her
spirit had gone out and up, aud the heavens
had received her out Of my sight. wns
alone. A few weeks, and my solitary, aim.
less life became intolcrabie. Small az am,
| AIN strong Of body and iron Of nerve. You
know there are places where such women
are needed oday, and in month WAS a
hospital nurse.
Not one of your city hospitals was it but
a large building, with windows looking every
way with plenty of Coda blue heaven
above, and plenty Of his fresh air waited
through it--s place to rsst, to grow strong,
and, If God so Wiling, to die in.
A September day was nearing its close -
Golden lights and vslct shadows hscked the
Virginia hills. How calm and still il was
over there towards the sunset, and yet, Just
beyond those hills, yesterday, fierce battle
had ragged. All day long those weary hospi-
tai trains had brought us loads OF wounded
and dying but now, with tho twilight, cana
peaceful hush through all the wards.
stosd still moment by the open window -.
Those moments Of rest were rnre enough
now. 1t was just year that night since
Philip went away. Did he remember? |
wondered. | couldn't help this wonder
sometimes, though had tried hard to put i,
all by.
This way a moment, Miss Sinclair, if you
arc not busy" 1t vas DR.. Mills who spoke.
" want n steady hand" he continued, as
followed him down the room. "A bad case,
very bad case. A young captain, wounded
yesterday, busy all day giving orders abou,
his men, and now there must hs an amputa.
ton" aud we went on.
What is it, Freddie ?" A little brown
haired drummer boy put out his hand as |
passed his cot.
Are you too tired to write to my mother
to night, plessc?"
4" No, my boy; I'll come back in half mn
hour; and the next instant stood BY the
side OF the now patient. The assistant sur.
geon was there, "Ch,o,ororm ?" he asked,
" No." said DR.. Mills and then to mo, "Are
you strong enough to hold this arm? The
other is TO be taken off"
| took my place, bracng against the wall
II was slender hand, with fingers straight
and round glanced towards tho face :; a
handkerchief was thrown over il, the impulse
Of a brave man, In his agony, 10 conceal the
writings Of pain. ..
Take charge Of this for few DAYS, gil
your" AID ! started slightly as Dr. Mills
handed me pocket photograph case. 1t was
like the one Philip used to carry, and, as |
took it, one red Leaf fIuttered to the floor.
Are we al rcady ?" asked DR.. Mills, and
that instan, a little red CLEAN from the open
sleeve Of the wounded man sent sudden
sickness all over me.
=" Wait moment, please" begged.
My own coral bracelet! There was no
it, for the trinkst was of curious
carving, and quaint design "a hca,heni.h.
looking thing" mother always said brought
from abroad by sea farink relative. / had
lost it more than year before in one Of nv
boatridss with Philip Farley supposed il
was ui the bottom Of the river; I Mad never
thought to find It here. knew then whose
hand was holding through the fearful strug
gle knsw more, that through those weary
months, while | had been trying to forget,
bS, hui''ib ai tHu tUt0clt OF q
soldiers life, had never forgotten.
Half en- hour afterwards went back TO nv
little drummer boy. why. Miss Sinclair"
he said, how handsome you've grown -
WIS. makes you look so hsppy,"
I've found my best friend, Freddie !"
said The letter to his mother was cheer
fol ore that night.
You know tbs rest how, as soon as Phil.
p was strong enough, we came home-a
pleasant homo 10 come to, wasn't il? But
there's thc tea bell, and there's Philip coming
up the walk. Oh. one thing moro! Do you
know Aant Iiepxie is coming to pay CO
visit next month.-c coming to see the results
Of her " warning | suppose.
The celcbta.cd speech Of Sir Boyle Roche:
: Mr.. Speaker, smell a rat; set him float
ing in the air; bu. mark me. shalt ye, nip
him in the bud" was evidently model up.
on which q writer in Kansas framed, the 9th.
cr day, omeremsrks upon the recent clcc
ton. The Lcayenworth Conseryatirs saws
that, by the resnit Of that election. "the fall
Of corruption has been dspclIed, and the
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