The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1879-03-27
Two Confederate Heroes.


After the battle Of Fredericksburg,
while giving small doses Of brandy to q
dying man, q low pleasant VOICE said
madam" II came from a youth no,
over eighteen years Of age, seemingly
very i'll, but so placid, with that earnest,
faraway gaze so common 10 the eyes of
those who are looking their last on this
world. Does Cod in His mercy give Il
standing, that we see reflected in the dy.
strong yearning TO fathom what they see?
lie shook his head in negative to all or
icrs OF food or drink or suggestions Of
softer pillows and lighter covering.
81 want Perry" WAS his only wish.
On inquiry, | found that Perry wls tho
friend and companion who marched by
hi, side in the field and slept next TO him in
camp, but Of whose whereabouts | WAS
ignorant. Armed with a reqIisition from
our surgeon, | sought him among the
sick nld wounded at all the other ho-pi-
tn'3 found him al Camp Jack son,
pu. him in my ambulance, and on arri.
val 1t my own hospital four, my pa
ticnt had dropped asleep. A bed Was
brought aud placed at his side, and
Perry, only slightly wounded, laid upon
1t. Just then the sick b.y awoko, weari-
ly turned over, and the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
eye fixed itself. lie must have been
dreaming Of the meeting, for he still iii
trusted the reality. Illness had spiritu-
allied The youthful face; the transparent
horcht.d, the delicate brow SO clearly
defined, belong more to heaven than
earth. AS he recognized his comradc
the wan and cxpressionless lips curved
into the happiest smilethc angel Of
death had brought the light Of summer
sk.e. to that pale face.
perry" lie cricG, and not another
word, but with one last effort he threw
himself into his friends arms, the rud-
ant eyes closed, but the smile still re-
maincd-he was dead.
Pirate Fishher had remained through
all his trial stout, fresh and hearty, inter
setting in appearance and so gentle man
ncrcd and uncOm planning that We all loved
him. Supported on his crutches he had
walked up and down his ward for the
first time since he WAS wounded, and
seemed almost restored. That same
night he turned over and uttered an cx-
clamnton Of pain
Following the nurse to his bed. and
turning down the covering, a small jet Of
blood spurted up. The sharp edge Of the
splintercd bone must have severed an ar
terry. instantly put my finger on the
little oriticc and awaited tho surgeon
flc soon came-took n long look and
shook his head The explanation was
easy the artery was imbcddcd in the
ieshy part OF the thigh, aud could not
be ta1en up. No earthly power could save
him.
There was no object in OBTAINING DR..
-. lie required his time and his
strength, and long sat by the boy, un-
conscious himself that any serious trou.
bic was apprehended The hardest trial
of my duty was laid upon me-tho me-
cessty of telling man in prime Of life
and fullness Of strength that there waa
10 hope for him.
1t WAS done at last, and the verdict
received patiently and couragcously,
some directions given by which his moth
or would be Informed Of his death, and
then he turned his questioning Dyes upon
my face.
"lIow long can lve?"
"Only rs long as keep my finger upon
this artery" A pause ensured. God
alono knew what thoughts hurried
through that heart and brain, called so
unexpectedly from ell earthly hopes and
tion He broke the silence at last
You can let 90"
But could not. Not if my own lifo
trembled in the balance. Hot tears
rushed to my eyes, and deathiy cold
neSs to my lips. The pang of obeyng
him was spared me, and for the frat and
last time during the trials that surround
Ell me for four years tainted away
From Mrs. Phe6e Yates Iember's ".South-
ern Woman's Story"