The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1872-12-27

: seed y, and speaking very bad Eng
hsh and very good French. Sh,
) lcalletl on ali the ministers il
1 Lyncllburg; she waited in Lynch
T burg till she could be sure they
1 would not want her as teacher il
; the academy. Meanwhile she kni
!. stockings like fury for the wound
4 ed; and in the hospital there wa:
7 mot a volunteer nurse as ready
J and as careful as Janet, nor 81
: universal fayorite as she. AnC
, so it happened that when, in the
, spring of '64, Butler struck in So
suddenly at Bermuda Hundred
and fought tho battle of the fog
and when the wounded began t.
be sent to the rear from the vii
derness and Spotsylvania; Wher
DR.. MacGregor and Mr.. Harris
went down to Richmond with fresl
: spring vegetables for the wound
| ed,-Mlle. Lacretelle, whom you
. and better know as Janet, weni
with them, with express charges
! to look after certain wounded 81
the Twenty-ninth Virginia. No
d body could go in without DIR
4 MacG regor's pass; but he would
take Mile Lacretelle anywhere.
u ThRtwas the way it happened
that Janet, after she had carried
to Adam Clement the stockings
which his mother had sent, and to
Jessie Burton the headrest Mary
sent, and the boxes of home baked
cake to Joe Stratton and Walt.
| Victor, and the letters to tw enty
others, whom she found in one
hospital and another, appointed
herself to duty at hospital No. q,
with q note from DR.. MacGregor
to our good friend, DR.. Sample,
who was in charge there. The
note said that she was q perfect
nurse, and could speak French and
German well. Sample had little
to do with French. or with Ger
man; but he had no surplus of
perfect nurses. And so it was,
that, one morning when Tom Ire
vor was waiting for his breakfast
of mush and molasses, it was
brought to him, not by the nice
red-turbaned black woman who
brought it Monday, but by a tiny
little white woman in the full
dress of sister of charity. Tom
hoped foot off his bed when
the sister of charity turned around
on him: but the sister of charity
magHetized Tom also, so that his
"Janetr' died unspoken. But
from that moment, 1 can tell you,
Tom began to get well.
So did John Wildair, who lay in
the next bed; and so did all the
Smiths and the Joneses and all
the rest, with whom this story has
nothing to do. Never was there
such sunshiny place as was that
ward of No. p, till they were all
packed up and packed off, and
sent back into the country.
And then! Why, by that time
Mile. Lacretelle had her way as
perfectly as any red tapist of them
all. Not DR.. Sample nor DIR. Mac
Gregor could draw up requisitons
with more formality, insist on prec-
edent more precisely, or do as he
chose more certainly than could
the French nurse. She never ask
ed for anything that was not right;
and when she asked for anything
she asked as if she was certain it
was to be granted. So the end
was that it always was granted.
Tom Trevor was assigned to
Lynchburg. Dear me, how John
Wildair wished that he could be
assigned to Lynchburg. He would
have given his hand had he dared
ask her to assign him to Lynch
burg. And the only reason he
did not dare was his fear that she
would find out, by his asking, how
it was a matter of life and death
that he should go there. Queer
human nature! He hoped she
knew she was all in all to him;
and yet that was the one thing he
did not tell her, and was so afraid
she would find out. Why was he
afraid? Why? Oh. it is the old,
story. What if she did find out,
and then moved Tom into Ward
A, and let Rebecca come into Ward
B, in her place-what would John
Wildalr do then, poor thing? So
John WildaIr did not say one
word; and so he was assigned to
Lewisburg when they were assign
ed to Lynchburg.
Die of q broken heart? Not q
bit of it. He did not die ut all;
he got well. He bribed a black
brother to let him out of a window;
and he stole horse and rode him
thirty miles before daylight. Then
he slept all day in barn; then he
stole another horse, and then an
other; and so he turned up at
Harper's Ferry; and SO he was in
Battery Seven in front of Peters
burg; and so he marched under
Ord to Appomattox Court House;
and so, when Janet brought poor
Tom, still limping, down to our
line, and hunted up the Forty-sev-
enth Maine, John Wildair was in
command, because he ranked every
officer left in the field. And did
not John Wildair tell her how glad
he was to see her!
Yes. And she was glad to see
himi And John had Tom and her
sent back to the field hospital in
an old carryal, and in the evening
came down to see how Tom had
borne the journey. And after that
| took Janet out to see the sunset
behind the river; and they walked
and they walked, and John told
her how desolate all life had been
to him since she and Tom went to
Lynchburg, and begged her, by
the love he bore her, never to
leave him again, without saying
he might come after her.
/ don't know what he said to
her, but / know that, after the
Forty-seventh was paid of, I mar
ried them both, and that there,
according to all rule, this story
ought to end On FTn
| When Mr.. Billings sent the
painting to John to look at, and
said it was named Confidence"
Janet asked if confidence" was
not a Latin word for s'Brass."
But John said e:No;" he said that
!. it was a word which meant Faith
and Love mixed together. And
: we hung the picture above the
mantle in the sining-room; and,
as we sat looking at it, the
brothers and sisters came in
for prayers, and old Chloe brought
in the little Donald. And old
Grandfather Trover brought in
the old Bible he brought from
Cornwall, and he read