Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1869-11-04

your pardon. i was utterly tired eut
badgered to death. generally become
about as savage as wild CT by Satur.
day night, drained dry of the milk Of
human kindness ID-ust have seemed
to you the very gorip. "a the rebels paint
me. 1 was sorry fo'l it when you were
gone. l could no. sleep a moment lest
night, SO thor. ght I'd drive into town,
IN the cooi OF the morning, and make il
all right. Fortunately, had little difd.
Guilty ID aiding you"
This is very good in you Mr.. Presi-
pent." said the Colonel, deeply moved.
No, it isn't; but that was very bad ol
me, last night. L never should have
fo.given myself if l had left that piece
of ugly work stand. That was a noble
wife of yours Colonel. You were q
happy man to have such q noble woman
TO love you and you must be good
fellow, or such woman would never
have risked SO much for you. And what
grand women there are in these times,
Colonel! What angels of devotion aud
mercy, and how brave and plucky =
going everywhere at the call of duty,
facing every danger! 1 tell you, il it
were not for the women we should all 20
to the devil, and should eeserve to. They
are the salvation of the nation. Now,
come, Colonel my carrirge is at the
door. I'll drive you to the War Depart
ment, and we'll see Stanton about the
matter.
Even at that early hour, they found
the Secretary at his post. The president
pleaded the case of Colonel Scott, and
not only requested that leave OF absence
should be given him, but that steamer
should be sent down the river expressly
to bring up the body of the wife
Humanity, Mr.. Stanton" said the
good President, his homely face trans
figured with the glow of earnest, tender
feeling, humanity should overrule con-
siderations Of policy, and even military
necessity, in matters like this"
The Secretary was touched, and he
said something of his regret at not hav-
ing felt himself at liberty to grant Col
onel Scott's request in the first place.
No, no, Mr.. Stanton" said the
President; "you did right in adhering
to your own rules; you are the right
man for this place. If we had such =
soft hearted old fool as 1 here, there
would be no rules or regulations that the
army of the country could depend upon.
But this is a peculiar case. Only think
of that poor woman"
vi SOoAoC Vic iuA pOooioAC WoS az
complished. To the surprise of the Col
onel, the President insisted on driving
him to the navy-yard. to see the Secre-
tary's orders were carried out immedi-
ately seeming to have nervous fear
that some obstacle might be thrown in
the way of the pious expedition. He
waited at the landing till all was ready,
then charged the officer of the steamer
to give every assistance and attention to
his "friend, Colonel Scott" With him
he shook hands warmly at parting, say
ing "God bless you my dear fellow, l
hope you will have no more trouble in
this sad affair-and, Colonel, try and
forget last night"
Away up in the New Hampshire
churchyard there is a certain grave
carefully watched and tended by faith
full love. But every April time the
violets on that mound speak not alone
of the wOmanly sweetness and devotion
Of her who sleeps below-they are ten
der and fearful with the memory Of the
murdered President.