The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1865-01-27

il seems that God should Just send thee, thi
morning, up to Samuel Peters, at the Der,
hour she must he picked up, or left to die;-
how strange. Thee knows this is no chanc'
world. Joseph, and God has done It for some
body's good-perhaps ours, perhaps hers
Who knows? ?"
CHAPTER III.
''rhou vert my life, the essence Of my thoughts
Loved ore knew the name OF love-"
The battle had ended. The dead and dy
ing still in their blood. and wounds not ye
card for. There was confusion and distress
haste and anguish. George Morris lay as n
had fallen, given up to die by oil save his
dear comrades, Harry Walden, who knelt by
him. using oil the means in his power to giv'
little more life and strength. He fount
some water. obtained OF the surgeon brand,
and bound up the wound, and said cheertuilJ
to the poor, pale man:
"Be hopeful, George; you are going te
live, yet"
"Harry. dear, brave Harry, I thank you
for your efforts to give me q little time yet in
this world, but there won't be many hours
I'm stronger after the brandy, and I'm glad
for I've some things want so much to tel
you. shall DO very brief. my breath is &C
short; but 'tis partly understood by you
OF Josephine.-a message to h.r-by your
own faithful lips. Harry, sho loved me q.
few women can love. She would not grant
her cons mt. when went into the army.
felt God and our country called me, and
must sacrifice on their holy altar. epen her
lope. Oh, God twas hard but knew a
man must keep back nothing. when nation
was in such deadly peril. We were soon 70
be married. The blow to her was terrible,
and in her wild, passionate, desperate griei,
she said did not love her-and-f1ary,
cannot recall the bitter words; twas only
lope which said them, cnly the intense
strength Of her nature rsting out in strong
words. could not show her how l felt ; SC
lett her, with no kiss. no blessing, no good
bye. God will Judge us-IIe saw us: with
Him IL has been left. Now-nOw, TO send
her message. Go to her, take both her
dear hands in yours, look into her eyes. and
tell her.-0h! what can you tell her how
strike her to the earth with such blow az
this. She will look ut you with her clear
beautiful eyes, and neither speak nor scream
but turn to ice, and-lie.
"This will not do; must not be so weak
"Harry, sit closer. Tell her loved her
every moment to the last. and held her to my
very soul. as though could not let her 60
but God has been good, and granted me
strength and faith, trusting in Him that lie
would teach her His love, and then give her
to me in the glorious home above, where sep
arations and Misunderstanding neper come
Tell her forgave her-I didn't blame her
and not one long, dreary night in camp, on
guard, amid hardships or privations. long
marches, or in the hottest fight, but I've KEEP,
her face before my eyes. and her love my
shield and armor. Tell her love never dies,
and though our lives 60 down in darkness,
and black clouds obscure our joy. our future,
for q time, twill pass away. Gods hand
brushes of all the tears, and His love scat
ters the mist. and we come out into clear
sky, and unclouded sunshine: our love be.
gun here--is perfected 10 Heaven"
His forehead was damp, his eyes shone as
II he had really been gazing at the glory ol
the celestial city and twas reflected on his
facc. He fell back on the ground, fainting
After the return OF consciousness, he seemed
exhausted and weak, but slept. For some
hours, he was unable to talk. Just US day
began to dawn. he started and called:
"Harry what strange dream I've had
feel such q desire to live, oh! for Jose.
phine! II God would spare me. il it could
seem best. Kneel down by me and pray
ask il there is not something for me to do, II
il can DO Gods will"
larry Walden did pray. under the blue
sky, with the dawning light creeping over
the hill. not ~ man prays when distracted
by worldly thoughts and cares, but as II
drowning in black, stormy sea; prayed as
a soul speaks 10 its maker when stript Of all
earthly encumbrances, standing naked and
alone, in close communion with the eternal
God, Us a child in is greatest need to its fa-
ther. How that father listens; how low hs
bends to catch the despsiriug cry. and smiles
and says, "For Jesus FAKE, IL shall be done. "
CHAPTER w.
How changed, since last her speaking eye
Danced gladness round this brilliant room,
Where high born men were proud TO wait,
And beauty watched TO Initiate.
What running to and fro in the big stone
house close to the bay; how loud the servants
talk how pale the stern, cold man looks,
as he stands in the vacant room and looks
at the snowy bed impressed. the dainty arti.
cles Of clothing thrown here and there,
comb, hair.pins. just us they had been scat.
tered the eve before. The grounds were
searched. boats sent out, all the Island astir
confusion and excitement. .-
"Where had Josephine gonei-What
could have caused this strange freak?-She
had seemed very silent Of late. but sho was
always icy and reserved, then men couldn't
understand girls. Poor thing, IL her moth.
or had lived !"-The man passed his hand
across his forehead, as IL to recall memories
Of long ago. when beautiful face, very like
the one now lost, was dearer than gold; the
love struggled vainly to warm place in his
heart, for the dead wife's child; ambition
had built city on the ashes; not spark
could be kindled. Another night, another
morning; up and down the coast; to the
city; everywhere. No tidings.
At last !-"Found. Josephine Moore,
daughter of Henry Moore Esq, Staten IT,
land, rescued by Joseph Grey. ls at bis
house on Long Island. near Fl. Lafayette" I"
An article appeared in the morning papers.
giving particulars, headed-"Wrecked and
Rescued" Men and women read it with
thrilling interest; even the father saw Il in
print, and shuddered; but God alone under
stood the two words in their fullest sense.
He slonesaw the soul 60 down into the depths
Of reckless misery, and come up from the
stormy waves, with leaf OF peace, picked
from the humble Quaker home. God read,
"Wrsoksd and Rescued. y not alone the beau.
tiful body, the eyes. the hair, the hands, the