Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1869-11-12
The Soldiers Dream.
BY FAITH LATIMER.

"Charley, you'll be sorry for that
you'll be sorry"-so the soldier
whispered in his dream.
He was asleep; not in his tent,
but in large airy room, with many
beds in rows, and in every bed a
soldier sick or wounded. Charley
lay on the narrow iron bedstead
near the door, and resting on the
white cover was pillow made by
busy fingers somewhere, and sent
with many more such, with lint and
bandages to be used for any sick
OF wounded.
On tina soft pillow lay shattered
arm and mangled hand, while that
snowy spread covered more
frightful wound. But he was asleep,
while a handsome man in Colonels s
uniform sat and listened anxiously
for the whispered words.
ooh yes" he thought, "Charley
is sorry he exposed his life for me
sorry, perhaps, that he ever left his
home," Every day when the Col
onel could find time he was by that
little cot.
The boy had seemed so sad, he
was sure there was some hidden sor-
row, and these whispered words
must mean something. Charley
woke with tears still in his eyes, and
the Colonel kindly said, "Did you
know you talked in your sleep
Whet is it you are going to be sorry
for 2''
ooh p answered he, "I am sorry
now, and have been for a long time
but my dream brought it all
back"
"What was it, tell me, and per-
haps I can help you"
sWell, I dreamed of something
that is before my eyes and in my
ears all the time. There were six
OF us in Sunday School class, and
a good man for our teacher, who
prayed and worked to make us
Christians. Two of the boys joined
the church, and the rest of US
laughed at them, and one Sunday
the teacher reproved ne for what
had said, and begged me to repent
Of my sin and love Jesus. I was
angry that he reproved me so, and
before the others too, and before /
thought what was doing, I answered
him with a curse! 1 never can
forget the words I said, or how he
looked at me with love and grief in
his eyes and only answered, "Char-
ley you'll be sorry for this-you'n
be sorry ] took my hat and left
the school, and never went back.
He came after me several times,
begging me to return, and said
You've hurt my Saviour more than
you have hurt me. If 1 only could
write to him now, and tell him my
sorrow, and know he has forgiven
me, but he died before 1 left my
home" The brave orderly who had
risked his life to save that of the
coloners, who had not wept when
they amputated his leg, or dressed
his shattered arm, now sobbed like
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Christian soldier who knew how to
show Charley the only way in which
he could be forgiven. He talked
and prayed with him and then laid
his little pocket Testament on the
pillow before him, open at these
words-"The blood of Jesus Christ
his Son, cleanseth us from all sim
Oh! how well the soldier boy
knew Of bleeding wounds how hi.
own throbbing hand helped him tt
remember the teaching in the Sun
day-school long ago, when thos'
pierced hands were held up to hi
mind. Blood! blood! had he no
given his own hearts blood whel
he rushed into danger ready to burs
upon his colonel on the battl
field? Why could he not aaoao &C
cept the blood of the loving Saviou
freely shed for him2
A week passed; again on Sabbatl