Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1866-09-06

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you all about il, and, When / am gone
} you may tell my comrades. CAM now
''You know. Ilpromised JsHamy Carr
mother, Iwpuld look after her boy. an
when be fell sick, l did all could 70
him. He was not strong, when he wa
ordered back into the ranh4p and the dal
before that night, carried al his lug
gage, beside my own. on our march
| Toward night we went in on double
i quick, and though The luggage began, z
feel very heavy. everybody else was tree
I too, and as for Jenny if I had not Zen
himlan arm, now and then, he woulc
have dropped by ther Way.a l. was al
| tired out when we game into camp, and
then It was Jemmy's turn to be sentry
and / would take bis place, but was Toe
ltired, falhsr.swI. could inetd have KEEP
aWakes i'll had a gun at ms. head !, bun
did not know il until-well until il was
too late"
God be thanked interrupted Mr.,
fOwen feverently,-'I knew Bennie was
not the boy to sleep carelessly atlhis post.
They lell1me to-day that / have a
short, rsprleve, given 70 me by circum
stances, time to write to you,' our good
Colonel says. Forgive him, father, he
only does hisduty; he would gladly save
me, if he could, and don't lly my death
up against Jenny, The poor boy is
broken hearted, and does nothing bgt
Itbeg and entreat them to l3t him die in
Inv stesd Eihlsna odH s1oal % q ol1oAa
II can't bear to nthink of mother and
Blossom. Comfort Ihern,. falhert Tell
them | die as q brave boy should and
that when the war. is over, they will not
be ashamed Of me asthey must be now.
God help me, it is very hard to bear.
Good by, father; God seems near and
dear 70, inotsl all as, if he wished. me to
perish forever, but as if he felt sorry for
his poor, sinful, broken hearted child,
and would take him 10 be with him and
my Savior, in a betteF-better life.' aoH
A. great sob burst from Mr. Owens
.hesrt. Amen I'bshs z said. o sOlemnly
Amenp .-.-f .,,.,,, .,s. =, .,,,.,a
" Tonight in the early twilight shall
see the cows all coming home from pas
.tuSrs! Daisy and BriidIe and Betj old
Billy too, will neigh tome from his stall,
and precious little, Blossom stand on The
back stoop waiting for me-bul shall
never-never cotne.-God bless you AT:
forgive your poor Benuie.' y 't''-of
Late that night the door of the shack
stoop'' apened softly andsa little figure
glided out. and down the fOo.,palh led to
the road by the mill. She seemed gath
er flying than waking, turning her head
neither to The right nor to the left; star
ting out, as the full moon stretched
queer, fantastic shapes4all around her,
looking only now and then, to Heaven,
and folding her hands as If in prayer.
Two hours later, the same girl stood
atthe Mill Depot, watching the coming
of the night train, and the conductor as
he reached down 70 lift her in, wondered
at the sweet, tear-stainad face that was
upturned toward the dim lantern be
held in his hand. ''.N- 81 -
A few questions and ready answers
told him all, and 20 father could have
cared more tenderly for his only child,
than he, for our little Blossom. syo'iosh!
She was on her~way to Washington
to ask President LincOlnIfor her broth
er's life. She had stolen away. leaving
only note to tell her father where, and
why, she had gone.-She had brought
Bennie's letter with her: no good kind
heart like the Presidents could refuse
to be melted by it. s.''o
1.-The next morning they reached New
York, and the conductor found suitable
company for Blossom, aud hurried her on
to Washington. Every tDfnute now
might be a year in'hef brothers life.
And SO in an Incredibly short time
Blossom reached the capital and was
hurried at once tolthe White H60se.
The President had just seated himself
TO his morning task, or overlooking and
signing important papers, When,- without
one word of announcement, the door soft
" opened, and Blossom, with eyes down
cast and folded hands, stood before him.
Wells my. child be said in his pleas,
ant, cherry tones, what do you whant 50
bright and early this morning 3
sBennie's life, pleas, sir faltered out
Blossom. a - A'as rs" s9i'
.Bennie E. Who is Bsnuie a. 70 ss57s
My brother, sir. q They are going to
shoot him for sleeping at his post II;
'Oh yes and Mr.. Lincoln ran bis eye
over the papers before him. i remem-
Der. Il wasR fatal sleep. You see.
child il was time Of special danger.
Thousands of lives might have been lost
for his culpable negligence d .s7a ol
Sony father said said Blossom gra-
7ely, ''but poor Bennie was soiiired. sir,
and Jenny 50 osweak. He did the work
of two, sir, and il was Jemmy's night.
noehisdbue Jenny was too lireds and
Benpie never, lhopght about hiiqsslf4hat
he was too tired.
"qfshat IS this you say, child ! cone
here. | dome understand, aud the Eihg
man caught eagerly, as ever, Al what,
seemed to be a justification of an ofensss
Blossom went 70 him he put bis hand
tenderly on her shoulder AID turned up.
the pale, anxiods face toward his. How
tall he seemedg and he was PFssidanpof'
the Unised States. TOO flAhda thoughti
Of this kind passed for a moment through
Blossoms mind, but she told her story
nov. simply and straight.forwarJ. and
handed Mr. Lincoln Bsnnis's 4etter 10
read.a 8a'1ass-1l4s" .5asIa edi aaa
He read it carfully ahengiakiOg up