The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1882-10-01

To was conveyed to the hospital AT Wash
ington in n seemingly hopeless condition,
with several wounds, each OF which was
dangerous The nurses moved among the
wounded men like angels Of mercy. Some Of
the soldiers lay i'm a stupor, some were raw
ing IN delirium, and others dying in agony.
For days Horizons life hung on thread, his
fevered brain mcrciiully rendering him I'M
conscious ofsunering. Ashe awoke one morn
ing n soft and gentle hand was soothing his
brow, when the dampness indicated that the
fever was broken. He tried TO open his eyes,
but was too weak speak he could not and
many hours passed before he could discern
what was around him. Since the night OF
the Cold Harbor fight his life had been n
blank. lie remembered nothing. Aud now
he saw before him the physician, and the
nurse, with sweet, pale face, that looked
familiar, but he could not recall the name OF
its owner. Again trying to speak, the sur.
geon whispered, Keep perfectly quiet, aud
all will bc woll," and tho female attendant
at his motion withdrew.
The next morning his dim vision discorned
the same pale and anxious face, and CLEAN
of wondering inquiry passed over his Coun.
tenance as he gazed upon her. At last ht
feebly whispered, "Where am | l'
In the hospital, aud with friends" sh,
gently answered.
He would have spoken more, but she with
drew. The next day he was stronger, and
asked Where have seen you 2" At q
sign from tho physician the nurse answered
"At your old home. Don't you know
| met l am Abbic Latham. You are get
| ting better now, and will soon bn WE'LL"
Jack was strong enough to begin to collect
| his thoughts, which were, of course, at once
| al IL, ~
wonderfully under her care, aud one bright
morning occurred tho last conversation w,
| shall record in this romantic sketch.
Miss Latham was sitting by the side of his
| cot, arranging bouquet. The wounded
| man had begun TO feel like his old self, aud
| permission was given him to converse all II,
desired.
"IIow long have you been in the hospital
| AbbieY'
| "More than year." she replied in n
sweet, womanly voice.
| Jack thought he had never bcheld iairc
creature. Ifshe was beautiful "a a girl, th,
scenes she had witnessed had touched aui
chastcned all that was Iovable and womanly
"You have saved my litc, said Jack, hi
| eyes filling with tears.
| "No, no. Your strength has triumphcd
| have done what little I could. Oh, yo,
were 10 terribly hurt - Aud her eye
filed and her bosom heaved rs she tool
his hand and gently pushed the brown curl
/ ing locks away from his forehead.
Jack had never felt so happy before IL
| his life, despite the solemn character of tn
| conversation.
"I can never repay you, Abbie. Tn
only sorry for that. But If dared hope
" Perhaps you can, Jack she replied, wit
the sweetest and most conidiug smile. "
found something in your inner vest pocl1e
which has paid me already" And she tool
| from blood. stained envelope the little re-
mitten.
Then you knew by that token that | la,
| loved-at least, had never forgotten you,
said Jack, a.littlc confused.
" Yes and If my womau's sense had no
told mo, your talk in delirium would hav
proved it,"
Jack mentally thanked heaven that he ha
| been crazy.
But, Jack, why didn't you answer my lei
| ter II was cruel of YOU"
| I" Your letter ~
" Yes the one sent hy post TO appris
You ofmy present. Mr.. Staples took il to tn
! Office"
| and never received it Doyou suppo'
| that fellow was mean enough"
"No, dear Jack, don't get excited. Let IL
suppose nothing. All's well that end
we'll"
The little red mitten is n treasured relic
the Horton family, aud it has been a wonder
| ing question to several chcruhs that gladdc
the household why mamma has never knit
| mate for il.