The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1866-03-15
TIFFIN, o, THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1866.

WV" Sul nltn, II
think | never nscd this right arm
and he held it ont SO proudl,
before me--for my country, whoi
it needed il. Palsy is, rather thar
keep it at the plough" !"
"Go Bcnnie, then, go my boy !"
said, land God keep YOU. Go,
has kept him, | think, MIR. Allan!'
and the farmer repeated thes,
words slo Wy, as it in spite of hi,
head, his heart doubted them.
"Like the apple of his eye, Mr.
Owen, doubt il not"
Blossom had sat near them lis
tcning, with blanchcd cheek. She
had not shed u tear to dav, and
the terror in her face had been sc
very still that no one had noticed
it. She had occupied herself me.
chanically in tho household cares
which her mothers condition de
volved entirely upon her Now
she answered n gentle tap at the
kitchen door, opening to receive
from q neighbours hand a letter.
at was from him." was all she
said.
Twas like a message from the
dead. Mr.. Owen could not break
the seal for his trembling fingers,
and he held it toward Mr.. Allan
with the helplcssness OF n child.
The minister opened it, and
obedicnt to n motion from tn faith.
er, read as follows:
"D6dr :. FATHER When thi:
reaches You shall be in eternity
AT first it seemed awful to me
but have thought abaut it so much
now that il has no terror. They
say they will not bind me nor blind
me, but that | may meet my
death like a man. thought,
father, it might have boeu on tho
battlefield Tor my country, and
that when | fell, it would be fight.
ing gloriously but to be shot
down like dog for nearly betrav.
ing it, to die for neglect OF duty!--
Oh, father, 1 wonder tho very
Thought does not kill me. But /
shall not disgrace you. am 90.
ing to write you all about it, and
when | am gone, you may tell my
c mradcs. | can't now.
"lou know, promised Jenny
Carr 8 mother | would look after
her boy, and, when ho fell sick |.
lid all could for him. lie was
lot strong when he was ordered
back into the ranks, and tho day
before that night 1 carried all lis
luggage besides my own on our
march. Towards night wo went
n a double quick, and though the
luggage began to feel very heavy,
everybody else was tired, and as
or Jenny if | had not lent him
IN arm now and then he would
ave dropped by the way. | was
III tired ont when we came intf
amp, and then it was JemmyS
urn to be. sentry, and | would
ave taken his place, but | was
90 tired, father. | could not have
.ept awake if | had had gun
'laced at my head, but did not
NOW it until--well, until it was
90 latc."-
: "God be thanked" interrupted
Mr.. Owen, reverently, 81 knew
3ennic was not the boy to sleep
.arelessly on his post"
"They tell me to-day that | have
short reprive, given to me by
he circumstances, slime TO write
o you,". our good Colonel says
Forgive him father, he only docs
lis duty, he would gladly save me
rhe could, and don't lay my death
p against Jenny. The poor
oy is broken hearted, and does
othing but beg and cntreat them
, let him die in my stead.
81 can't bear to think of mother
nd Blossom. Comfort them faith.
r.! Tell them die as brave boy
lould, and that when the war is
YER, they will not be ashamed of
10 as they must be now. God
rlp me, it is very hard to bear
ood.by, father, God seems near
nd dear to me, not at all as if he ,
ished me to perish forever, but j
ifhe felt sorry for his poor, sin. !
!, broken.hearted child, and /
ould take him to be with Him ,
I'd my Savior, in a better--better
e."
A great sob burst from Mr.. I
wen's heart. "Amen !"he said |
lemnly. "Amcn ~
''To.right in the early twilight |
shall see the cows coming from G
sture. Daisy. and Brindle and Q
It; old Billy too, will neigh to Y
from his stall, and precious lit. n
Blossom stand on the back 6
'op waiting for me-but | shall v
ver-never come. God bless a
II all ; forgive your poor Ben y
g." 4'' 9
Late that night the door Of the n
'ack stoop" opened softly and a Ct
tie figure glided ont, and down D
. foot path that led to the road fc
the mill. She seemed rather y
ing than walking, turning Meth. :
to the right or left starting not
the full moon stretched queer,
,tast;c shaDes alI round har