The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-12-24

WneCner he was there because he was SICK,
or because he was wounded, she did not
know, nor could anybody learn; but he
was there. What Janet did was to go up to
Harper's Ferry. Then she turned up at
Stanton and Lexington, and one fine day,
appeared in Lynchburg, quite comfortable
within rebel territory, very seedy, and
speaking very bad English and very good
French. She called on all the ministers in
Lynchburg; she staid at Lynchburg till she
could be sure whether they would not want
her as teacher in the academy. Mean
while she knit stockings like fury for the
wounded and in the hospital there was
not volunteer nurse as ready and careful
as Janet, nor SO universal a favorite as she.
And so it happened that when, in the spring
of '64, Butler struck it so suddenly at Ber-
muda Hundred, and fought the battle of
the fog and when the wounded began to
be sent to the rear from the Wilderness
and Spottsylvania when Dr. MacGregor
and Mr.. Harris went down to Richmond
with fresh spring vegetables for the wound
ed, Mile. Lacretelle, whom you and l
know better as Janet, went with them, with
express charges to look after certain wound
ed Of the Twenty ninth Virginia. Nobody
could go in without DIR. MacGregor's pass
but he would take Mile. Lacretelle anywhere.
That was the way that it happened that
Janet, after she had carried Adam Clement
the stockings his mother had sent, and to
Jesse Burton the headrest Mary sent, and
the boxes of home-baked cake to Joe.
Stratton and Walt. Victor, and the letters
to twenty others, whom she found in one
hospital and another, appointed herself to
duty one day at Hospital No. 81, with a
note from DR.. MacGregor to our good
friend DIR. Sample, who was in charge
there. The note said that she was per-
feet nurse, and could speak French and
German we'll. Sample had little to do
with French or German but he had no
surplus of perfect nurses. And so it was
that, one morning when Tom Trevor 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 tinny little
white woman in the full dress of sister
of charity. Tom hoped foot off his
bed when the sister of charity turned
on him but the sister of charity magnetic
ed Tom also, so that his "Janet ~ died
unspoken. But from that moment, 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 the rest, with whom this story
has nothing to do. Never was there such
a sunshiny place as was that ward of No.
81, till they were all packed up and packed
off, aud sent back into the country.
And then Why, by the time, Mile.
Lacretelle had her way as perfectly as any
red tapist of them all. Not DR.. Sample
nor DR.. MacGregor could draw up requi-
sitions with more formality, insist on pre-
cedent more precisely, or do as he chose
more certainly, than could the French
nurse. She never asked for anything that
was not right and, when she asked fol
anything, she asked as if she were certain
it was to be granted. So the end was,
that it always was granted. Tom Trevor
was assigned to Lynchburg. Deal
me how John Wildair wished that he
could be assigned to Lynchburg. He
would have given his hand had he dared
asked her TO assign him to Lynchburg
And the only reason he did not dare was
his fear that she would find out, by his
asking, how il was a matter of life anG
death for him to go there. Queer human
nature He hoped she knew he was all in
all to him and yet that was the one thing
he old not tell her, and was so afraid she
would find out. Why was he afraid
Why? Oh ! it is the old, old story What
if she did find out, and then moved Tom
into Ward A, and lot Rebecca come into
Ward in her place, what would John
Wildair do then, poor thing? SO John
WiGair did not say one word and so he
was assigned to Lewisburg, when they
were assigned to Lynchburg.
Die of broken heart? Not bit of it
He did not die at all he got well. Ht
bribed a black brother to leave him out O.
window; and he stole horse, and rode
him thirty miles before daylight Ther
he slept all day in a barn then he stolc
another horse, and then another and SO hi
turned up at Harper's Ferry and as hi
was in Battery Seven in front Of Peters
burg and SO he marched under Ord to Ap
pomattox Court House and SO, wheI
Janet brought poor Tom, still limping
down to our lines, and hunted up TIN