Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1866-11-01

catch glimpse of him approaching along
the familiar street. He did not come and
her anxiety grew into alarm. To add 70 her
terror, q breatbless messenger arrived at
her residence, and warned her that she
would not be safe there that night, for
trouble had happened at the State House,
and the secessionists we're searching for all
the UnioDists in the city and suburbs. Has
tily summening the negro servant, she told
her to bar the doors and windows, and with
few hurried preparations then set of for
the city to learn the fate of her husband.
Having formerly boarded with Mrs
E., she took her way first to her house,
and made known her anxious errand. She
was told Of the riot and massacre, and at
once feared the worst. Several young men
who boarded at the house volunteered to
search for Mr. Horton. They returned late
10 the evening, but could give her no news
save that he had been badly wounded. -
They dared not communicate their own con-
victiops Of bis fate.
Only the darkness Of the dangerous
streets and the restraint Of friends prevent
ed the almost distracted woman from goisg
forth that night to continue the search her
self As it was, the night brought no sleep
to her eyes, and as soon ss it was morning she
started on her sad errand.
Information had been received through
the city papers that Gen. Baird, the mill
tary commaudant, had released all who had
been arrested and confined by the police,
giving the name of her husband among the
rest, and stating that he had returned home.
Acting on this representation she went alone
to Carrolton, but only to return BY the next
train. He was not there. Without wait
ing for breakfast she set of for Gen. Baird's s
headquarters; ayoung Methodist clergy
man. Mr.. Henry, one Of Mrs. Els board
ers. insisting on being her company. 7
No sooner did Gen. Baird see Mrs. Hor-
ton and know who she was, than he express
ed much surprise that her husband had
not been seen, and told her he had ordered
his release. Perhaps she would find him at
the City Hall. To this place she immedi-
ately went, but she searched in vain: He
had not been there. She then hurried to
the First Police Station, determined to
wiring from the brutal officers a confession
Entering the office, she forced her way with
in the rails, and asked the clerk what had
been done with her husband. The man de-
olared that preacher Horton bad been
sent by him to Charity Hospital, aud she at
appointed. lie had not been seen there
THE truth was. the cart which carried Mr..
Horizons body had stopped there, and been
sent away, asst appeared to be occupied only
by blacks) The horrible idea now suggest,
ed itself to the afflicted woman that her
husband had been conveyed away with
load of dead bodies, and had been buried
alive, but, asa last resort, she determined
to visit the Mariae Hospital. This was in
a low and distant part Of the city, and devo
ted entirely 10 negroes. and she could not
have believed he would be carried there by
his worst enemies, but at friends sugges
tion she sought the place, still accompanied
by Mr.. Henry. .,.....
Arrived at the gate, she was refused en-
trance. but catching glimpse of DR.. Har-
ris. the head surgeon, whom she knew, she
called to him, and ask If her husbandwas
there. DR.. Harris could give her no pos
tive assurance, but Immediately ordeted
the servant to admit her. Forgetting ber
WEAKNESS in her joy that her long quest had
at last succeeded, the faithful woman bound
ed up the steps, and without waiting to be
directed, rushed in among the patients.
found out her husband, and sank exhausted
upon his bosom. What spectacle The
form she loved, bruised and helpless mass
Of flesh and blood, his head swollen to the
size Of two, his left arm useless, and his
right shattered and mangled. He moved
perpetually about with the restless, nervous
gestures Of a dreaming infant So badly
trampled and beaten was his head and face
that his eyes we're blinded, and painful
retching, produced by the injuries to his
stomach, obstructed his breath and speech.
But through all the anguish and darkness
of his wreck he knew his wife. That she
should have recognized him is miracle to
all who do not understand the inspired sa.
gacitv of wife affection,
"Wipe my face, Emma" he gssped, as
if she had been bending over him ever since
he fell. %. 1000 .
Worn and broken hearted the poor woman
sat down by her husbands side, and tried
to strengthen herself for the task Of sooth-
ing and comforting his last hours, for she
knew toe we'll that he could not live. Nine
teen leng hours she had searched for him,
and now to find him thus
Few comforts were to be found in that
hospital, though the attendants, seeing her
distress, evidently meant to treat her kind
". Up to this time the wounded man had
lain in the wsrden's room, but on the next
morning, which was Wednesday. he was re-
moved to more airy apartment Inc OPP
Grafton of trepanning was then pr fformed on
his head, though with little hope Of perma-
uent benefit. When this was ever, aud the
burden upon the brain was thus relieved,
the sufferer looked up and repeated
"When can read my title clear ...r ....T
To mansions in the skies, ..... ... .....,
q I'll bid farewell TO every fear. 81
And wipe my weeping eyes
. ashould earth against my soul ENGAGE n.
Here weakness prevented him. and he
whispered to his wife, "You finish it,"
He slept good deal, but seemed always
conscious Of his wife's presence, frequently
putting up his restless hand to touch her
face, and remind himself, in his blindness,
of her. loved features. When he talked it
was Of his unfinished work, his convictions
Of the Justice Of the cause In which be fell,
his anxieties for his wife left alone in a cruel
world, and of his enemies and murderers,
always fotgivingly, as If they knew not what
they did. At different times, too. he spoke
of the riot. relating facts and incidents as
have set them down, ~ l4
1t afflicted him much to leave his wife
penniless. He had little money in his