The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-07-10
OUR WOMEN IN FHE WAR.
ssJNTO THE BITTER END!
THE EUNFALTERLNGF FAITH cF A FAIR
sELORIDIAN.
Fadr;da Srron, 'of Clarendon Co., S. G., tn
E e s. Charleston Weekly Ne,ps.

: Oh sIQ0 OulOu auu paw 4VA N.aAoAS'A3 ~ s'S~
never did politicians plead their cause
with more impassioned earnestness than
sdid these impnlsive young creatures.
Katie Weston was the speaker on this
occasion. s.W ho would be s! thrall of the
Yankee she said who in this crowd"
looking scornfnlly around-"dares
to blame the noble old State Of South
Carolina for rising in her might and
!. throwing OFF the oppressor's yoke. l
Glory in her pluck; Lam glad that she
Was the first to shake herself free from
the CALLING shackles of tyranny, and am
proud to know that my adopted State,
The beautiful Land Of Flowers, was not
sloW in; stepping to. her side. Ihave i've
/ brothers. 1t wish: they were all old
enough to fghtln So carried away was
she by her enthusiasm, she did not notice
that one of the teachers had entered and
was listening with look of intense
!: :,amlsement On his face, until q slight stir
in that part Of the hall caused her to look
round, and observing the arch smile on
4 his lips, she sprang from her perch and
covered her face with both hands to hide
the burning bushes. The ringing of
the bell now called them to books, and
in the stndy and recitation of lessons all
else was :for q time forgotten.
- .1oYAI. TO HER HEART's CORE.
Now let us see how this fair champion
Of her counsrY's honor stood the test
!. When her two brothers, both passionate.
Rlosed BY her and scarcely yet old
enough to enlist, ranged themselves at
the csl1 Of their country among the de.
5fandeno of the South, did she finch from
the trialS Did her heart fail and her
patriotism grow coolf No; she Was loyal
to her hearts core. When she saw them =,
going forth in all the confidence of youth
and strength, 8 deathly faintness seized
her heart With pale and trembling
lips, Sbnt with resolute glance and q
bfiaht smile, she waved farewell, and
then. rushing to her chamber, gave vent
"a; her. mingled feelings. "Oh God" she
cried, abeswith my darling brothers, and
smile upon my countryss cause. What
q dreary feeling of apprehension filled
her heart, and yet what glow of pride
as she felt in her inmost soul that they
would never prove recreant to her trust.
For not drop Of coward blood flowed in
: their veins and well that sister knew it.
When the battle of Seven Pines was
: fought. her eldest brother, while gallant.
II leading his company, fell pierced
through the heart. The second brother
sprang forward, caught his brothers fall
ing body, laid It tenderly down, and.
! prasuipp his sword from the fast relaxing
fingers, waved it above his head and
shouted, 6 Come, boys, follow me, and
ayenge your captains death J" he
fought with the fury Of desperation, and
at the close of the day het too lay bleeding
wounded seriously but not fatally. Ah !!
non ;noY was the sisters patriotism put to its
seYerest test. Crushed. like flower she
Law moaning in her agony. "Oh my
country, 1.-The sacrifice is indeed great.
Thy freedom will be dearly bought when
ia price is paid in. the life blood of thy
nobiest sons. but thy liberty must be
achieved country must be free r.
This was but one among thousands OF
similar instances.
THE SOLDIERS RELIEF SOCIETY.
The brave and loyal daughters of the
South, though their hearts we're bleeding
: at every pore, sat not down in ldleness:
There was work TO be done, and they did
It. The elderly ladies formed themselves
into. q ssSoldier's Relief Society,"" and the
Younger ones were united in another
under the direction of matron. Con-
certs. tableanx and festivals were given,
with the proceeds of which cloth and
-yarnswere purcha which busy fingers
soon fashioned into clothing and socks.
at one time the news was brought that
Kentucky regiment had been cut of
from their homes and were suffering
terribly from the cold. Soon the Senate
Chamber, where the society used to meet,
WAS q scene Of activity. All day they
stitched away on coats, pants and shirts,
and when the shades of evening sent
them home the "click," "click" of the
knitting needle could still be heard.
Dainty fingers that had never known
roupher work than the hemming of cam
brio rnflesor themanufacture Of delicate
lace, were busily making the coarse cot
tonyarnin into socks. No time had they
for lettering; the call was urgent; box
must be sent off. In every pair OF SOCKS
was placed the name of the donor,
together with aYerse of poetry, tract,
or note containing words of sympathy
and cheer. In many instances the receipt
of thesocks was acknow wledged-and very
touching were some of the missives sent
IN return BY these brave Kentuckianss,
who cut off from all communication with
their homes and friends, seemed deeply
grateful for the kindness of these daugh'
ters of the far South.
.gENDINa HER LOVER TO THE BATTLE
FIELD.
But We must not lose sight of the he.
roine Oft his sketch. We meet her again
in 1868, not the fiery little orator, not as
the proud, fond sister sending her young
brothers forth to battle for their rights.
nor yet as the busy worker in the Relief
Society. Sea her as she leans upon the
arm of a handsome young soldier, while
he pours forth the tale of his love. The
soft, tender light in her dark eyes, the
blush which comes and goes upon her
delicate cheek, tell us that he does not
WOO in vain. But now he is pleading for
an early marriage: WY should we
wait, lover Why not unite our lives
and be happy while we may? I will
hire a substitute and we can enjoy at
least session of happiness, and should
subsequent events compel me to leave
you, It will be 30 sweet to know that l
have o dear little wife at home praying
for me-" The tender light in her eyes
grows tenderer as her heart thrills to the
music of his words. But she does not
forget the cause that is SO dear to her
heart. Proudly raising her eyes to his
she replies: "Do not urge me more.
Could you for one moment think of leav-.
ing your country's cause in the hands of
hirelings in this, her hour of darkness
and suffering? No, no! God only knows
how bitter to me will be the parting.
But I cannot detain you one hour from
her service. Go; bravely do your duty !;
and when the war is over and our liber-
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