Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1866-03-08

-jvsry QlHerent persons, and she wa
al smiles and condescension: but
checked the tide of polite fiatter
lmost fercely. "Msdam. when
was poor and needed friendship yol
lscorned me; you took my heart il
your hands and crushed it with YOU
lpride. Now i seorn you, / have n
need of your friendship, and we mus
be as perfect strangers.
| She attempted an explanation, bu
interrupted her haughtily, and sh,
left with her lair, proud face full o
surprise and resentment. IplungeC
eagerly into the giddy round o
fashionable life. trying to drown tn,
hpast in q whirlpool of dissipation
MY beauty, heightened by all tha
mnney could procure, with the addi.
tional attractions of wit and wealth
made me the belle of all our festivi
ties. Hearts were laid at my feet,
true hearts and false, but 1 refused
all, fer / had no love to give, it was
COINED sadly to repose far back in
the long ago, and flowers might not
bloom DER the ashes Of its grave.
heard Of Harry frequently as q
brave and gallant officer. He had
been promoted from one post OF
honor to another until now he was
Col. Moore. How proud / was of
him, how l rejoiced at his success,
though l had NO hope of reconcilia-
ton. Eagerly scanned the list Of
killed and wounded, fearing to find
mis- name among the number. At
length came the terrible battle of
Antietam, and my heart stood still
in DUN despair as l read the name of
"Col. Moore wounded severely, per-
haps mortally." lie was wounded,
it might be dying, aud 1 not near
him. Ifhe should die thinking me
false-I could not bear the thought
l would go to him; and the next train
found me enroute for the hospital.
/ found him in a raging fever, calling
wildly for me, begging me to come
back to my home in his heart. Oil
itwas terrible! He was wounded in
the arm, and the surgeon said it
must be amputated to save life; and
/, changed by these few days of suf
fering from the butterfly of fashion
to the strong, loving woman, held
him in nv arms during that hour Of
sgonE d watched him. increasingly
an8e weary weeks that fol-
lowed, = Gays with the same prayer
on,my lips and heart, "spare him,
spare him!"
At length came the night which
would deeide the matter of life or
death. As the watches of the night
crept on tsftwelve he fell into gen
tie slumber, and the kind old sui
geon with tears in his eyes said, "he
is saved" My heart went down in
the very dust, that night, and sent up
u grand te deum to the throne of JAS
per.
The hours sped on, and the golden
sunlight came stealing softly in, ere
he awoke free from fever. His first
inquiry was for me.
"Was not Jessie here? / heard her
voice, and felt her kisses on my
brow"
l knelt by his bedside, and laid
my head on his breast as in the dear
olden times, murmuring, "Harry for
give me, and love me rs o. old" l
felt his arms around me, and words
Of love and forgiveness in my ear,
and was supremely blest; but the
scene that followed was to sacred for
the public eve. Harry improved
rapidly, and was soon able to return
home. Ere we started had become
metamorphased from Jessie Lee to
Jessie Moore, and Harry became my
guide through life. He had given
one arm to his country but the other
was left to protect me, and there is
not happier wife in all christen
dom than little Jessie Moore.