The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-03-21
CHAPTER XVII.

DR.. Plato knew how to be tender as well
as rough, on occasion; and no woman s
hand could have been lighter than his was,
In adjusting ligatures upon the joint he
had reset; so that Saul Macy, relieved, in a
great measure, from the pain of ''herOic'
treatment, affirmed very soon that he felt
quite comfortable.
Susie and Amelia then went to see how
their other veteran charge was resting, and
found him quite comfortable, !" likewise,
but very anxious about his mother and sis
ter, to whom he had promised to write,
when he reached New York; but the Doctor
said he must not move his hand
81 can't see Why" said the young SOL
der
fsI'H tell you why" replied Dr. Plato.
who had come to the door, before leaving.
"That old wound of yours is hardly healed
and if you irritate it, I'll have you under
nay knife, young fellow J"
Revere grew white at the bare thought of
such result; and then ,as the bluff surgeon
departed, Amelia asked her mother some
thing, in whisper.
"Certainly, my child" arrw"rod Susie
''Mr. Revere, my daughter WI be your
amanuensis, to let your mother know where
you are"
Crimson succeeded pallor on the soldier
forehead, when he heard this glad prom
Use; and Amelia FASTENED to the house, to
bring her blue morocco writing-case, and
sit down, with her pen ready, at the inya-
lids dictation.
Then Susie went and sat by her husband,
chatting with Moss Cohen and Captain
Hooper. And so the morning passed, and
that letter to Mr.. Revere's mother must
have been extremely interesting; for, when
Mrs. Macy thought of calling her
daughter, about their dinner-time, she
found Amelia just placing the missiye in an
envelopes; and Amelia said
''Mr. Revere was six months prisoner of
war, mother, and was sick in Richmond;
and he has been wounded twice, mother!"
"Did you put all that in the letter, my
dear?' inquired Susie with look into her
daughters clear eyes that said, plain
enough, to the young girl
''You've been talking instead Of writing,
Miss, and I'm afraid you haven't made his
wound less feverish.' ..-..
And Susie sighed as she spoke, for her
motherly heart guessed that Amelia was
wounded also; and she knew enough of her
child's nature to feel that wound such as
it might be, must be near the heart.
That evening, when Saul Macy, Susie
and Amelia were together in their cottage,
and Captain Hooper, on duty as a
watcher at the stable, Susie said, alb
ruptly-
''Father''-she often used this New Eng
land mode of addressing her husband. j..
"Amelia, you know, wrote letter for Mr..
Revere this forenoon-to his mother"
''Yes, wife responded Saul, ''a long
one-wasn't it?'
"He wanted to say so much about you,
father" said the daughter, in apology.
''Ah, indeed-thoughtf quOth Macy,
with a look at Amelia which brought more
roses to her tell-tale cheeks, "Well, Susie, -
he oI rbof foh ha LOTT
Oh, nothing, husband only thought
you know he'll be sick some weeks, the
doctor fears said Mrs. Macy.
Well, Susie, we can take care of one
soldier-as my substitute, you know, dear :;
I'm liable still to military service
'' Oh yes, dear love exclaimed the
wife; "And they say there's to be draft
or something, to make everybody go and
fight! Goodness [ wish this wicked war
would end ="
Amelia had gone to the piano, and with
out hearing her mothers words, sud
denly broke out with 8 When this cruel
war is over"
g Yes, husband, /" said Susan, " thought
it would be proper to write to his mother
and sister, to come and stay few days at
our house. They'd be company for him,
you know and he'd get well sooner"
'' So as to be ready for more wounds,
Susie?'' said her lord.
81 hope not " cried Susie.
Well, my wife, responded Macy, ''It's
for you to say-as you'll have ali the
trouble Send for them, if you like
Don't you think it would be right ?"
asked his help-meet.
Quite right; and very like You, to be
planning for others"
g Father says yes, Amelia" called out
Susie, to her daughter at the piano and
Saul added
Yes; you want your writing-box, at
once; L see you two conspirators are al
ready agreed"
Dear me" " excls lined Amelia, " 1 left
my writing-case in tle stable
There's my desU, daughter ;-is it i'm
possible to write without that blue box +"
Amelia's eyes were brimful as she an
sEered, " You gave it to me, father !"
Yes said Macy. in "a low voice, as
Amela's graceful form glided out of the
parlor, to go to the library, " You are your
mothers daughter"
!" And you are her father, my own Saul, !"
said Susie.
That evening Moss Cohen took Sqsie's
letter to the post office, to be answered IN
few days by Mrs. Revere, in grateful ac-
ceptance of their profered hospitality.