The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-12-20

and that was being led by the hand like
q child. | can't say how long was about
it, or how did it, but crept out of the
trench somehow and had got about twenty
or thirty yards away, safe in the outer
works, when there came that swish
through the air which we soldiers have SO
much reason to be afraid of, and in
another moment II shell burst in the trench
had just left-that very trenchl"
AS we were all beginning TO exclaim, he
added, ''hold on bit. please; you haven't
heard all. There were six other voices a
thanking God besides mine; and then
found that every one of my comrades had
b~en saved And that is not all, neither
When we began 10 recover little and ask
each how we had escaped, each man there
declared that he too had been drawn
away-how he knew not from the place
of danger.
ut mi yht have been dream, as you
will say, perhaps, like many another the
story's been told to. But our being saved
from horrible death was blessed reality
and we made vow. standing there 10 the
darkness that night"
He raised his eyes for moment. putting
up his hand in military salute, and thiuk
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was the purport of that vow, although he
had not told us in words. But our atten-
ton was diverted to Mrs. PEBBLES, The
little tallor's wife. There was deep
flush upon her usually pale face and her
hands were tremblingiy wrung together
as she said in trembling, broken, eager
voice:
MAYBE, sir, as your mother had been
f,.r oh hox hot ,ffr1,
and her prayers were answered-that
way. | was reading the other day about
mothers love being able to reach SO far;
and, perhaps there's hope for other poor
mothers, if they only tries to be worthy
of it,"
s'To be sure there is, Mrs. PEBBLES,
ma'am," cheeriIy returned James Brooks,
after exchanging glance with her
anxious looking husband; "if there's hope
for harum-scarum sons, there's hope for
good mothers, you may be quite sure of
that"
but why didn't you have another
dream, to tell you TO put your leg out of
asked johnny.
II chose to take it into the way, my
lad" somewhat absently returned james
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mo hurt to be shot?"
"Well, my boy, there's different ways OF
being hurt, as perhaps you'll find out as
you get older. I'd had my lesson you see,
and didn't need to be taught over again"
'But you said that you was going to
tell us how you got the bullet in your
leg" persisted Johnny; you didn't have
that through the dream?"
"Yes, did, my lad, too. Didn't say
we had made vog. Well, / got shot
while / was fetching out young He
paused, rufling up his scanty hair. But
Pm DO hand at telling them kind of
things. 1t isn't for me to say that I'm a
bit proud of the bullet | carry around
with me, ladies and gentlemen. Perhaps
it will be enough TO say it brought me
this, touching the cross upon his breast,
and rather shyly adding, st was French
officer that was saved, an only son, in a
grand family; and l might say, that |
wouldn't be living from hand to mouth as
| am, if was to let them know. But
there, I'm rich enough for my wants, and
like to be doing, and-well. I've kept
my VOW without being paid for it. The
compliments of the season, ladies and gen
tlemen; and, thank you kindly, Miss and
Sir Yule Tide.