The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-01-31

No. Janet, with all her own clear
sightedness, which is what Mr.. Billings
and / have called confidence" pro-
nounced that he was in a rebel prison.
Then the next thing for her to do was
to go and find him. Her father would
not hear of it for, as / said, no wor-
SHIPPED Janet. But, because people are
fain to obey those whom they worship,
he had to do as Janet babe him before
he knew it ; and in fewer days than II
has taken me to tell the story, rs we say
when we write in the dime series, Janet
was in Washington, besieging Knapp,
at the Sanitary, and Stanton in his den,
and Gen. Townsend in his, for some
sort of pass that would carry her across
the lines. Little good did she get of
that OF course there was no pass for
her of any kind or sort and they all
told her, with great tenderness, that she
would have done much better to stay mt
home.
But Janet did not go home, for MI
that BY this time they knew, and she
knew, that Tom Trevor was in Rich
mond, in hospital No. 81, where were
our wounded prisoners. Whether he
was there because he was sick, or be-
cause 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 Staunton and Lexington, and, one
fine day, appeared in Lynchburg-quite
comfortably within rebel territory-very
seedy, and speaking very bad English
A m
all the ministers in Lynchburg; she
waited at Lynchburg till she could be
sure whether they would not want her
rs teacher in the academy. Meanwhile
she knitted stockings like fury for the
wounded and in the hospital there was
not volunteer nurse rs ready and care
full as Janet, nor so universal favorite
rs she. And so it happened that when,
in the spring of Ca, Butler struck in SO
suddenly Mt Bermuda Hundred, and
fought the battle of the fog, and when
the wounded began to be sent to the
rear from the Wilderness and Spott-
sylvania, when DIR. MacGregor and Mr..
Harris went down to Richmond with
fresh spring vegetables for the wounded,
Mile. Lacretelle, whom You and | know
better as Janet, went with them, with
express charges to look after certain
wounded of the 18th Virginia. Nobody
could go in without DR.. MacGregor's
pass but he could take Mile. Lacretelle
anywhere.
That was the way it happened that
Janet, after she had carried to Adam
Clement the stockings his mother had
sent, and to jesse Burton the head-rest
Mary sent, and the boxes of home-baked
cake to 10 Stratton and Walt Victor,
and the letters to twenty others, whom
she found in one hospital and another,
appointed herself to duty one day ut
hospital No. y, with notc from DR..
MacGregor 10 our good friend DIR.
Sample, who was in charge there. The
note said that she was perfect nurse,
and could speak French and German
we'll Sample had little to do with
French or with 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, il was brought to him, not
by the nice, red-turbaned black woman
who brought it Monday, but by tiny
little white woman in the full dress of Il
sister of charity. Tom hoped foot
off his bed when the sister of charity
turned round on him but the sister Of
charity magnetized 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 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 ms
any red-tapist Of them all. Not DR..
Sample nor DR.. MacGregor could draw
up acquisitions with more formality,
insist on precedent more precisely, or
do as he chose more certainly than the
French nurse. She never asked for any
thing that was not right and, when she
asked for anything, she asked ~ ii she
were certain it was to be granted. Tom
Trevor was assigned to Lynchburg.
l'tiI ne HOW JOilll W Il'lilI NlSIltNA lllll
he could be assigned to Lynchburg. He
would have given his hand had he dared
ask her to assign him to Lynchburg.
And the only reason he did not dare was
his fear that she would find ont, by his
asking, how it was matter of life and
death for him to go there. Queer human
nature He hoped she knew she was al
in all to him; and yet that was the one
thing he did not tell her, and was so
afraid she would find ont. Why was he
afraid? Why? Oh it is the old, old
story. What if she did find ont, and
then moved Tom into ward 4, and let
Rebecca come into ward Il III her place
what would John Wildair do then,
poor thing? So John Wildair 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 Mt all he got well.
He bribed black brother to let him out
of window, and he stole a horse and
rode him thirty miles before daylight.
Then he slept all day i'll "A barn then
he stole another horse, and then another;