The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-06-21

the hearts of his friends with anguish he wa
still son and brother, and affections ties
however strained by wrong or warped by way
OF evil, are seldom rent altogether.
cold friend, said Major Hayes, as the
father and daughter were admitted "you fine
us in sore trouble" and his proud head sunl
on his breast in vain endeavor to stihe hi.
emotion, she is our only boy, and we hoped
had he lived, he yet might have become stay
to our old age"
81 Heaven knows, my old friend, how deeply
L sympathize in your affection. 1 have
hurried to you to say as much. But it NAV
not be as bad after all-the report may be
exaggerated " said Col Taylor, offering the
consolation which his own heart told him,
even while he uttered it, was inefficient.
No, read that" and he handed his friend
dispatch which had Just been received. It
ran in these words:
Warren has been MORALLY wounded. but
may live for days. He shall want for nothing.
ORCHARD BARTRELLE."
"God bless your noble-hearted boy," said
the major, while tears of sorrow were stream-
ing down his face.
Col. Taylor's lip quivered as he asked, "Is
it your intention to go to him?"
eyes, Mildred and 1 will start in an hour"
was the reply, in broken utterance.
" will accompany you"
"You! oh, colonel, this is too muchip
blurted out the old major.
"Why, he is the only son of my lifelong
friend; his boyish passions have led him into
error, but they cannot destroy fathers vir-
tues and the friendship of thirty years-yes.
L Will go with you" and the brave old man
wrung the hand of his friend in the sincerity
of his purpose.
While preparations are going on in that
home of grief for the journey to the battle
feld-let us stand aside, nor look upon a Spec
tacle, so full of alp that makes Ife's cup of
bitterness more wretched to the taste. The
sorrows of flial love are sacred, nor must we
expose to the gaze Of the world the dreos of
humiliation that remain in the cup, when the
challce OF woe has been drained. But let ms
look on another picture in this life-drama.
With the privilege of a narrator we NAV stem
over space, and point the eyes of our readers
to scenes which actual life does not nresent 90 |
rapidly. o''"' ~
Let US traverse these streets. II is a little |
country city; but activity and life prevail on
avery hand. The avenues are thronged-the
sidewalks ale crowded, though not with citi-
.ens. The armed heel of the cavalry-man
lngs on the pavement; the infantry soldier
hreads the open street. the open piazza. The
'orches and galleries of the private residences
re thronged with officers, and cleaning from
quare and common-from every vacant lot
nd bit OF pasture-land, the white tents of
n army catch the blaze of the sun. Yes
bus Is Lexington, six days after the battle
The glare of arms, and camp Announcements
re seen before each tent, cleaning in the
looniight like scattered drops of silver.
here you see the shining muzzles of the can
on, and further on the long rows of picketed
orses, crouching in slumber on the grass of
re waste.
Armed sentinels walk backward and for
ard before the door of almost everv
ouse. OF In the distance YOU behold
10 banner of the South waving in the
lght wind above the battements of the dis
antled Notifications Here and there an
is driven slowly along, or turns
ON Its way to give room to a squadron of
valry returning from scout The scene is
cturesque and grand.
In an upper chamber of a small brick bousa
t apart from the rest, solitary LIGHT olaams
rough the shadowy curtains, far out into the
sk. 1t Is the sick chamber of a woundad
ldier. Heavy folds of chintz draperv oh
nre the window. The soft carpet yieldsno
und beneath the moving footstep. On a ,
couch In one corner of the room the suf.
er lays extended. 1t is young face that
man scarcely twenty-five years of AGE
1t CLEANS white and frozen from the pilIow
ads of perspiration ooze from the forehead
BAD and high, and the clusters of chestnut ]
II that hang thick upon the temples. ara
mp with the dews of mortal agony. c
moan issues from his lips, now SO male
1 contracted that you would never recop-
g In their thin lineaments the proud curve =
It once distinguished Warren HAYES haugb- Oh
mouth. Yet it is he. Exchanged the day n n
ore the battle, he went to meet his-Fate =
orm bends above him and inquiries in low.
nest tones, Can 1 do anything for YOU, v
Iren?" J0"' g
No, Dick, my life is well nigh spent; :
l would so like to see my father before I 4"
be calm, Warren, and don't worry he will =
ely come" 81
But in time, Dick do you think he will
n here in time?"
Yes, Warren, think so you have MANY =
RS yet to live perhaps you may get well. +
GU will only not fret"
And you have forgiven me, Dick : Won
t bear malice for all have caused Won
others to suffer-" -
No, Warren, not bit we are good friends ant
n" n
You have acted nobly towards me. Dick
magnanimity put to shame my deem re-
ment You found me stricken down and
ding to death you took me and cared for =
Ike brother; you have heaped GOALS Of 4
on nv head Aud No.. 7 - =. =