The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-08-02

Il was ono day late III April. when she
was returning from one 1T these airnIess
raanhles. that she saw body Of horse
men moving along the road before her.
They might be SOUND of cayalrv1nen
like those who had passed and halted
many days before, she thought. uncon-
sciously quickening her steps. But no.
they wore the Confederate gray, strag-
Cling, disordeTly band, torn and tattered.
with nnkeInpt hair and boards. MANY
Of them reeied in their saddles. with
songs and reckless laughter, but she felt
40 fear Of them. She put her hands to
her mouth, trumpetwise, and shouted:
What newsS Has Lee surrendered?"
And the leader. swaying heavily over
his horses neck. shouted back with an
oath;
NO. miss, and he'll never surrender"
'Hel Il never surrender they all yelled
IN Wild chorus, as they put spurs to
their fnaddened horses and disappeared
N cloud Of dust.
When she reached the house her
mother met her, with new light ON her
stricken face, and led her gently in. and
there upon the sofa lay her brother, pale
ana worn and wasted indeed. but sound
Ia body and limb 1T is all over. Glen,
ne said, springing up to meet her and
clasping her in his arms; 1T is all over,
and Lee has surrendered He broke
down in burst Of sobs.
And now q strange hope awoke in
Glen's heart and lived there. It budded
with the spring, and blossoned with the
summer flowers that opened this year to
shed their petals upon many graves: but
when the autumn came and the wood
dove moaned all day in her plaintive
tones and the wind awoke in the pines,
newspaper, the first in many weeks,
POUNDS its way to them. 1t was out Of
date. but still welcome, and Glen went
to the open window to read it and there.
in list of the dead, she saw his name.
She was alone, but she did not cry out
or faint. She had never been guilty Of
anything SO weak and womanish but
once in her strong young life. but she
stepped out upon the lawn, though it
was raining heavily, and went like a
wounded thing down the long dark ave-
nue. of moaning cedars. eHe is dead, l."
she said to herself, when at last she
reached the great gates and stopped;
dead, and he viii never know that
prayed he might come back to me-that
no matter what happened he might
come back-that be might only, only
come back"
Through all the wind, and the falling
rain, and the darkness did he hear that
despairing cry? For he was there. clasp
ing her in his passionate arms.
1t was not |. This is not my ghost.
darling" he was saying, as he showered
kisses upon her white face; Il have come
back in the flesh TO claim you mine.
Glen-mine-always miner
And to think" she said, lifting her
happy eyes to the tall man who leaned
against a tree beside her, leisurely smok-
ing and watching her as she rested on
her royal couch Of pine needles, ito
think that in this very spot was once
SO very, very angry with you, Alan!"
And to think, he answered, bending
down to pat the sturdy youngster who,
seated in his mothers lap, was pulling
all her bright hair down with his brave
hands, that just four years after a
southern girl--a Virginian of Virginia
should confess that she blessed the day
when Lee surrenderedrp