Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-12-10
Of, l was SO happyl He was my al,
remenber On him 1 lavisbed the long
hoarded sffecfions of q nature whose
depths no .n,ortal being had looked into
before him. my hear would leap With

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gladhess at the sound Of his voice at
distance. l knew isfootsteps so we
that would go far beyond the gate t
meet him when he was coming up tn
road. His kiss was heaven, to my lips
and the fond glance of, his blue. ey
= would thrill NV being to. the esrs.-..-..,
You may wonder that I consented t
partwith Frank whensI loved him 90
1t was because loved him as Ibid tina
LIQUID not oppose him when he toll,
me, his faceall CLOWN with enthusiasm
that he wanted TO raise a company TO
4 the war. Then he talked so eloouentl,
about it, his eye shone with such
/ luster, and his voice had such chez
1 in it. as he spoke of going forth will
his comrades to fight in defense of tn,
dear old flag, how could / put in m,
selfish protest? no &. 20 f5f.r-t q
But I chung to his neck with silen
fear IN the darkness of night, when b,
lay fast asleep; pictured his loved
form lying wounded and bloody on the
battle field, and / hid my face on m,
pillow, and pressing his dear cheek will
my hand softly, so as not to wake him
while l wept as if my heart would break.
But in the day time never let him
know; tried my best to cheer him, for ]
knew it was the old patriotic fire that
burned In his manly breast, and no
tears of mind should quench it. 1 was
always proud of Frank he was prince
of men to me; but now 1 was prouder
of him than ever before.
l was but the bride of summer when
he marched away. The harvest was
ripe, and the leaves were browning. He
kissed me again and again as we stood
under the porch by the door, and L
smiled cheerful smile of adieu to him,
and struggled to hide from him the quiv.
ering of my lips. Then he walked
briskly away down the garden path,
passed cut the gate, and waved his
gilded cap to me from the road; and
when he was so far away that he could
not see me weep, LEANED against a pill
lar and gazed long after him through
the binding rain of unavailing tears.
L used to get such cheering letters
from my hero He found so many
amusing things to write about in his new
life, and seemed to relish so we'll the
novelty and hardihood of The camp. He
would describe to me the minutest par
ticulars of his surroundings, tell me
what he ate and how, where he slept
and how, and drew for me such photo
graphs of the scenes In which he moved.
that soon quite lost my foolish habit
of picturing him lying bleeding on cold
battle fields, alone with the watching
stars and the long night. Instead of
this 1 began to share his dissatisfaction
at having nothing to do through the
long winter, and / looked toward to
spring withits longing vision and learned
to glory in my husbands strength as he
himself did, and to feel certain that all
perlls must yield beneath the power of
his one arm. Our boy was born that
winter, too, and inshim L found an OBJ
lect on which to pour out the love of nv
heart, and companion to make the
time pass away.
The spring came, and in the battle of
Fair Oaks my husband was taken pris-
oner. They shut him up in that fear
ful prison In Richmond, and murdered
him by inches. Long, long months had
rolled away. My boy grew till he could
run about the house and play with Carlo |
In the yard and every day he seemed |
to grow more and more like his father |
as he was when he went away, with his |
fresh, round. cheeks red with bloom.
and his merry blue eyes and ringing |
laugh.
Last October they brought my husband
home. Oh, what pitiful resemblance
'f man who waved his gilded cap to
ne from the road as / stood in the porcb
hat September morning SO long ago a
They lett him alone in. the parlor TO
Fait for me, for I had tainted at sight
4 him from the window-my darling
rank this skeleton with shrunken
limbs. and CHASTITY, fallen cheek and
luli eyes! Gould it be he p Only when
entered the parlor where he sat, and
,eheld the clustering black hair that
haded his forehead, could see aupht ,
I the, man 1 had married on that Nav ;
light when the odor of the apple bios
oms was In the air ? He looked on me /,
D pitifully, and raised his wan hand as !
to embrace me. / few to his breast
nd kissed his white cheek and color !
'ss lips, with despair in my heart, for
knew he had '.'come home to die p
Is this my husband ?" murmured d. .
tone of awe, as looked upon the
range face. g. s1as-seHIl rs 60
This is what they have left YOU of Z
i'm" said he, smiling family; and:I hid .
y face in his bosom. o
Where is my boy ?" he whispered q
nothing my hair with his bony hand.
1 went for little Frank. and held him q
p while his father folded him in his h
ms. The little fellow looked in n
the white and, bearded face with a y
raight, earnest gaze, and then his ewes O
led with tears, and his lips began to II
liver. but it was with pity, not with Il
nldish fear, for he put up his little 1
nd to his fathers mouth. caressinylv. b
ID said $ Papa sick ,ao- - b
Next day the doctor came. He sat an
'ur with Frank prescribed cheerful ia
SIS, quiet, and generous food in Il
ructed me in the duties Of nv new q,
icen as nurse, tsfor i would have no ! si
her pressed Franks hand cordially nl
! Z Let Let the ROOM followed him To- :
. How long can he I've p f' asked . u
The doctor shook his head. aiiF ttEf ar
. AL will depend on the care you take 10
him, Mrs. sMoreton.8 With such care re
1 know, you viii give him ne may sur 4.