Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1874-11-11
A LOVE STORY or THE RE
BELLION.


Glades Hotel, in Oakland, Nd, one
Cay with charming lady who had
dropped in on q visit. One of our
windows looked into that Of another
room so placed By the position Of
the main building thut half Of It's
interior could be seen. We were look.
ing up and admiring little chubby,
blue eyed two year old, white as snow,
who was pulling boquet to pieces
and tossing out the fragments, or clap
ping her hands with delight as train
went laundering by.
"'rhese rooms" said our visitor,
"have some very tender associations
for me-"
"Why so r we asked.
"Well," she answered, "during the
war the greater part of the hotel was
seized by the Government as hospi-
tai, and we were crowded into few
rooms My sister and ! had this. In
that room where that little beauty is
were two Union officers, one sick OF
the fever and the other of a wound. II
was hard to tell whether they were
slowly dying or slowly getting well.
! never saw such ghostly skeletons to
be alive. We were @seccsh" and not
modest about il either, but still our
hearts ached for the poor young men,
so i'll, perhaps dying, far from friends
and relatives.
at bothers one to know how this
should be hospital" we said, "it is so
far removed from active operations
at was thought" she answered,
"that the mountain air of the glades
would be moro favorable 10 recovery
than elsewhere, so this was made a
hospital. One day one of these Off
GERS dragged himself TO the window,
and under the impulse of the moment
my sister asked II we could do any
thing for them, and he answered gasp
ing for breath, that a little chicken
soup would save their lives. Chickens
were rare in those days-an army is
hard on poultry. The men win work
all night, after marching through the
day, to secure few chickens so that
when the hospital nurse and physician
had an unlimited supply of luxuries in
the way of wines, potted meats and
canned vegetables, they were without
anything fresh. We knew where a
few chickens were hid in cellar, by a
ncighbor, and we coaxed one out Of the
owner and after deal Of vexations
trouble-for at every turn VIC were
met by fixed bayonet and an insult
we got the soup ready, and as the
guard in the hall would not permit us
to approach our patients, my sister at
tempted TO hand the bowl TO the officer
in the window Just rs he was feebly
reaching for il, and she stretching her
self half out TO give il 10 him, harsh,
ugly voice below cried aloud, Look
ont, thcre--poisonl' She nearly drop
ped herself, soup and ALL Drawing
back she hesitated second, and then
she took the spoon and began eating
the bread. "Oh, botherw cried the
officer, Don't waste it that way; I'm
not afraid and she gave him the
soup. II seemed to revive them, and
they continued steadily to improve, as
day after day we supplied them with
chicken broth until the cellar was
empty. During this time we stood at
the window talking, and we sang TO
them-sang MY Maryland and all the
Southern songs we knew, until thoy
were well enough to leave the hospital
and return to duty. They both seemed
sorry to 90, and forced on us a quantity
Of hospital store and some coffee, which
last VIC needed sadly. Then one gave
ring and the other a brooch, as tokens
Of their kind feeling
"And did they never rcturn2p we
asked.
"Onc did not, for poor fellow, he was
engaged. His companion wrote to us
about II, and the writer insisted upon
opening correspondence with my
sister; and soon his letters grew into
love letters, and after time they were
engaged. Nearly a year subsequent
to this our patient got leave of absence
and came on to be married. lie put
up at hotel, and will you believe il,
our own brother who was in the Con.
fedcatc service, and know nothing of
my sisters affair, led band Of gucril
las at night into town and captured his
intended brothcr-in-law from his bod.
This not only deferred the marriage,
but deprived the young West Pointer
of his promotion, that had been prom
iscd for gallant services in the field.
1t was really agrava.ing, for exchanges
had almost ceased, and II looked as
II The lovers wog!d hays to wait until
this cruel war was over before they
could be united"
"You should have appealed to Abra.
ham Lincoln TO give a married briga.
der for an unmarried lieutenant
1--WE did better, Procuring passes,
we went through the lines and appealed
to jeff Davis. jeff said he would put
my brothers prisoner in his sisters
keeping. They have been happily
married those many years. lie Is a
brevct brigadier general now, and il all
camc Of our nursing the enemy in that
room"
Hero is the foundation of a drama
superior TO that given Boucicault in
"Belle Lamar Washington Capital