The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-12-03


scene. The great rooms of Squire Morton's
house were like those OF palace, compared
to the humber home where I had been
reared, and 1t was there we were married,
for Frank wished it so. The crowding
guests, the cleaning lights, the marriage
ceremony. the congratulations, the whis-
pered joy of my husband as be bent over
me, and the odor OF the apple blossoms per-
yading all, seemed like beautiful dream
then, seems like dream now. with the
orchards perfume alone remaining.
Do you believe me exaggeratlng when /
say that would have yielded up my life
unmurmuringly for my husbands sake !?
If you do, it only shows that you have no
conceptions of love like that I bore for
Frank. 1t was wrong to love a man so,
perhaps but oh. was so happy He was
my all. remember. On him I lavished the
long boarded affections of q nature whose
depths no mortal being had looked into
before him. Ny heart would leap WITH
gladness st the sound of his voice at q dis
sance. I knew his footstep so well that 1
would 20 far beyond the gate to meet him
when he was coming up the road. His kiss
was heaven to my lips, and the fond glance
OF his blue eye would thrill my being to the
core.
You may wonder that consented to part
with Frank when loved him go. 1t was
because / loved him as did that could not
oppose him when he ted me-. his face all
10 false . company for the war. Then he
talked 80 eloquently about it, his eye shone
with such lustre. and his voice had such
cheer in it. as he spoke CT going forth with
his comrades to fight in defense OF the dear
old flag, how coul1 I put iI my selfish plo-
test !?
But chung to his neck with silent fear
in the darkness of night, when he lay fast
asleep / pictured his loved form lying
wounded and bloody on the battle field, and
hid my face on my pillow, and pressed his
dear cheek With my hand, softly, SO as no.
TO wake him, while wept as If my heart
would break. But in the day time l never
let him know, tried my best 10 cheer him,
Tor knew it was the old patriotic fire that
burned in his manly breast, and no tears
of mint SHOULD quench 1t. | was always
proud of Frank ; he Was prince of men to
me but now / was prouder of him than ever
before.
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 uader the porch
by the door, and smiled cheerful smile
of adieu to him, and struggled to hide from
him the guivering Of my lips Then he walk
ed briskly away down the garden path,
passed our 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 pillar and gazed long after
him through the binding rain of unavailng
tears.
used to ge. such cheering letters from my
hero ! He found SO many amusing things
to relish so well the novelty and hardhood
of he camp He would describe to me the
minutesg particulars of his surroundings
tell NE what he ate and how, where he slept
a d how, and drew for me such photographs
of the scenes in which he moved that soon
quite lost my foolish habit of plcturng
him lying bleeding on cold battle fields,
alone with the watching stars and the long
night. Instead Of this began to share his
d:ssa tisfactlon at having nothing to do
through tie long winler, and I looked for
ward to the Spring with its longing vision,
and learned to glory in NY husbands strength
as he himself did, and to feel certain that all
perils must ylelo beneath the power of his
one arm. Our boy was born that winter,
too, and in him found al object on which
to pour out the love of my heart, and COM
panon to make the time pass away
The scr ng came. anc In the battle of Fair
Oaks my husband was taken prisoner. Thay
shut him up in that fearful prison in Rich
mond, and murdered him by inches. Long,
long months rolled away, My boy grew
til he could run about tie house and play
with Callo in the yard and every day he
seemed TO grow more and moro Ike his
father as he was when he went away, with
his fresh, round cheeks red with bloom, and
his merry lue eyes and ringing laugh
Last October they brought my husband
home. Oh, what pit,fui resemblance of
q man who waved his guided cap tc me from
the road as stood in the porch that Septem-
Der morning 60 long ego They left him
alone in the parlot to wait for me. for l had
tainted at sight of him from the window
my darling Frank-this skeleton with shrun-
ken limbs, and ghasily, fallen cheek and dull
eyes Could it be he Only when entered
the parlor where he sat, and beheld the clus
tering black hair that shaded his white fore