The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-07-21
ape through . window,

jumped p table, sprang !:hroush window
md beat . retreat"
Bot that was not AL" he continued; ~
Aad scarcely reached my mothers Wnea sne
E:nd.rn.ris ...i sd they o ssss.sss me- me-
from brigade to tfsgsd& Hnsil Ne reached my
wbictsg . stras6e remain.
Cd Six weeks e sads o ga Dcs
had n cross the Mime 20 HoAe11lMde n!
The Commandant sCortA3d hin1self sstd 20
ms. Yon can boast Of striking hard n ses,
with jugs, II viii not be well for you. yarn
you. Il that the way. TO Aght, animaif Why
DO we wear sabtes. e not to use them ana 10
:. had NO reply to make.
From that day, Josephel, the thought OF
Of who 1 TO Sini Of Look
at our generals who are married, do they hght |
as they used tcf No. they have bat idea, |
s. %e With
duohesses and LITTLE dukes ct homo. My grand |
father Yeri, the forester. always SAID that re
be s.n ana
poor fellows are always In working order, ons
our generals grow fat from their good dinners
So spoke my friend thinner in the honesty
of his heart, but oil this did not lessen my
sadness
Ia tho hospitaa of Halle. in one of the hve
buiidings 81 Leipzig, eighty wounded in tho
arm, but thas he need fear nothing for me- ior
was growing better and better. asked BIN
to show my letter to Catharine and Aunt Gre
del to comfort them in the midst OF such . lear
full war; told him, too, that my great naPp pd
of the health of all whom loved. -s--.--.-..t
From that moment j had no rest; every
morning expected an answer, and to see the
postmaster distribute twenty or thirty letters
in our ward, without my receiving one, almost
| broke my heart; hurried to the garden ana
wept There was little dark corner where
| they threw broken crockery-a place buried
in shade which pleased me much, because no
one ever came there-there l passed my time;
dreaming on an old moss-covered bench. Eva,
thoughts crossed my BRAIN Almost nes'o and
I muttered to myself, "Ah! If you had not
been picked up at Kaya! All woald then aoh haze
ended Why were You su aes thus%
To such pass did 1 finally arrive that NO
longer wished to recover, when one morning
the letter carrier, among other names, cai ALEC
out being able to speak, and q large, square
letter, covered with innumerable postmarks,
was handed me. recognized Monsieur Goul-
dsa ws saa zin ane , aashns is
I did not answer, but thrust the letter in my
pocket to read it at leisure and alone Ts tent
} or three apple blossoms dropped upon tne
pround. with an order for money, on which
Monsieur Goulden had written few words
But what touched me most was the handwrit.
reading req IN q word, while my seart beat as ii
t about to burst through my bosom.
3 letter slowly, stopping from time to time te
/ make sure that made no mistake-that 1t wa
indeed my dear Catherine who wrote, and tha'
: have kept that letter, because it brought
Q SO to speak, life back to me. Here It Is, as
d received it, on the 9th day of June, 1913
"My Dear Joseph write to yon to tell yo'
. yet love You alone, and that, day py Gay,
o any greatest grief is to know that sou ar
u wounded, in D hospital, and that 1 cannot tax
care of you. Since the conscripts departed "
9 have not had a moments peace Of mind: NJ
y mother says am silly to weep night and day
but she weeps as much as and her wrath ta an
g mar ket- place. because she carried q hammer
. her basket.
10 "But our greatest grief was when we hear
u that the battle had taken place, and that thou
i; sands of men had fallen mother ran eyer
10 morning to the postofice, while could nc
move from the house. At last your letter cam,
% for can weep at my ease, thanking God tina
ID "And when think how happy we used
be- JosephThen y Ss came svsfy az
he thought of nothing! All! we did not kn1
he how happy we were we knew not what mlgi
ny happen-but Gods will be done. If you on
recover! if we may hope to be once again
lis happy as we were!
ly Many people talk of peace, but the En-
peror so loves war, that fear it is far o
'e- "What pleases me most is to knoW that yo 70;
ne love me. Alb Joseph, will love You forev
is, that is all can say. l. can say it from Il
bottom of my heart; and know my moth
ed loves you too!
" MNow, Monsieur Goulden wishes to say.
Ak few words to You, 80 will close. II
he weather is beautiful here, and the great aPpl
eS, tree in the garden is full of flowers i ha
iDi plucked a few, which I shall put in this lett
he when NJ. Goulden has written. Perhaps Wi
far Gods blessing we shall yet eat together one
Ter those large apples Embrace me as embra
ng YOU, Joseph FAREWELL Farewell"
EST ITO be Continued.
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