Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-09-03

"Well she ought not 70 have come
down TO the army. She should have stayed
al home. That is the place for women.
But " they teW go tearing about the coun.
try, In such times as these, and running
Into all sorts Of danger, they must take the
consequences Not hut that am sorry
for you, Colonel. As for your wife, she's
OF rest, and wish were"
Saying this, the President leaned back
wearily In his chair, and closed his eyes
not noticing, except by slight wave OF
bis hand, the departure Of his visitors.
am not ashamed to confess that my
hero tossed restlessly that night, upon a
pillow wet with manly tears, that he was
desperate and rcscntful, utterly unresigncd
10 the decrces Of Providence and the War
Department, and that he thought Abra.
ham Lincoln az hard as he was ugly, and
as inhumanc as he was ungainly.
Toward morning he fell asleep, and
slept late. Before he was fully dressed,
there came quick knock at the door of
his chamber, and he opened 10 President
Lincoln
The good man came forward, pale and
| eager, tears glstcning I'm his eyes, and
graspcd the Coloncl's hand, saying, 81
treated you brutally last night. ask your
pardon / whs utterly tired out, badgered
to death / generally become about as
savage as wild cat by Saturday night
drained dry Of the milk of human kind
ness ] must have seemed 10 you the very
gorilla the rebels paint me. | was sorry
enough for II, when you were gone. !
| could not sleep q moment last night, so /
thought I'd drive into town, in the cool Of
the morning, and make II all right For.
tunately, l had little difficulty IN finding
you"
"This is very good of you, Mr.. Presi.
dent" said the Colonel, deeply moved
"NO IL isn't; but that was very 6ad Of
me, last night. | never should have for
given myself If had let that piece of ugly
work stand. That was noble wife Of
yours, Colonel You are u happy man to
| have had such noble woman to love you;
and You must be good fellow, or such q
woman would never have risked so much
for you And what grand women there
are in these times, Colonel; What angels
of devotion and mercy, and how brave
and plucky l-going everywhere at the
call of duty, facing every dangerl / tell
you, if II were not for the women, we
should go to the devil, and should deserve
| to. They are the salvation of the nation.
Now, come, Colonel my carriage is at the
door. I'll drive you to the War Depart
ter"
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 n steamer should be
sent down the river, expressly to bring up
the body of his wife. Humanity, Mr..
Stanton" said the President, his homely
face transfigured with the glow of earnest,
tender feeling, humanity should ovcrrule
considerations of policy, and even military
necessity, in matters like this"
| The Secretary was touched, and he said
| something of his regret Mt not having felt
himself ut liberty to grant Colonel Sootts
request in the fist place.
mo, no Mr.. Stanton" said the Prosi-
don't "you did right in adhering TO your
own rules; you are the right man for this
| place; If we had such soit.hcarted old
fool as here, there would be no rules or
regulations that the army or the country
| could depend upon. But this Is peculiar
case. Only think of that poor womanl"
or course the impossible was accom-.
plishcd.
To the surprise of the Colonel, the Pres.
ident insisted on driving him to the navy
yard, to see That the Secrctarys order was
carried out Immediately 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 officers of the steamer 10
give every attention and assistance to his
friend, Colonel Scott" With him he
shook hands warmly at parting, saying,
God bless you, my dear fellow hope
you will have no more trouble in this sad
atiair--and, Colonel, try to forget last
night"
Away up in New Hampshire church
yard there is n certain grave carefully
watched and tended by faithful 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 tender and fearful with the men,
ory of thcmurdcred President.-AR tie
Year Round.