The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-10-24

could not believe but that it was
presentiment, and although | nept it
locked in my heart as sad, though cher
ished secret, resolved to ask Lillian for
picture of her brother which she had
shown me the evening before So Just
as was on the point of leaving said:
Miss Lillian. l wish you would give
me a photograph of your brother. It is
possible may meet him, and if should
it would prove my passport to his friend
ship
81 will" she replied, ..for you may be
of service to him. and know you would
do him kindness if you could
Most gladly would l, both for his
own sake and as reward in part for
the great kindness have experienced at
the hands of his family
The young lieutenant's handsome face
bore striking resemblance to that of
his sister, and for that priced it and
cherished it. wore it constantly in an
inner pocket of my vest.
The stirring scenes intervening
dimmed somewhat the memories of my
vision as time passed, but could not blot
it from my mind.
The battle of Shiloh had been fought,
and during the whole of it my mind re-
verted to the dream. It seemed but a
repetition of a tragedy of which l had
witnessed the rehearsal. Impelled by
some strange impulse could not resist,
wandered out upon the battlefield at
midnight. Every spot seemed familiar.
The dead faces were those had seen IN
my dreams. A groan, aye. the same
groan that | had heard on that ever
memorable night of January. 1852.
hurried to the side of the poor fellow
from whose agonized lips it came. He
was prone upon the cold earth, with his
head resting upon his left arm, while
with his right hand he was striving to
check the flow of blood from a gunshot
wound in his left breast.
A glance told me had found the son
of my friend-the brother of Lillian.
Fortunately had with me the means of
stopping the flow of blood; also a cam
teen of water and a flask of brandy No
word was spoken until had done all
that could be done at once. when with
faint voice and difficult articulation he
said:
''You have saved my life and | thank
you
You owe me no thanks, Heutenant
should be an migrate did not serve to
the utmost of my ability the son Of my
friend, DR.. Jewell, the brother of his
precious daughter Lillian"
is this is dream? How? Where did
you know my father and sister,
BE calm, my dear friend; will glad
ly tell you all, but not now Enough
that have found you, and serve you.''
In my arms l bore the wounded officer
f0 NV fo,,& o,,d 7
by his side until morning came
He had lost much blood, and the
wound was painful. but not especially
dangerous, hence he recovered rapidly
and within a month he was well again.
In the meantime ! had told the story of
my impromptu visit to his old Kentucky
home and the generous hospitality had
met with there. showed him the photo
of himself given me by his sister, and
the marvellous dream which had prompt
ed me to ask for the picture was, re-
hearSed. j
Doctor" he said as l closed my story,
Il don't think am superstitious, but
believe your dream was presentiment
given you by my angel mother. It was
she and not my sister you saw holding
my head in her lap. Lillian is marvel
ously like her mother, and could readily
have been mistaken for her"
AT least in dream" added pleas
antly
Yes. or by moonlight in waking
hours. But please don't try to break my
faith in the reality of that vision of
yours. It has come true almost to the
last particular"
1t has," replied, land / believe in
its reality as firmly rs you can
told the story to General M, and
it softened his heart so greatly that
when | asked permission to take my
friend to his home it was readily granted.
The reader may be safely left to pic
ture to himself the joyful meetingof the
long absent son with his loving grand
parents, father and sister, and the ex-
pressions of gratitude and friendship
showered upon my humble self. 14,s
My leave of absence was for thirty
days. | spent fortnight of it with my
Kentucky friends, and when departed
carried with me two miniature por-
traits One of them had golden hair
and eyes of heavens own blue, and lips
that rivaled the ripening pomegranate,
and cheeks Like the sunny side of lus-
cious peach. Nor was this all / had to
gladden. my bachelor heart.
The original of the picture had said
that when this cruel war should be over
might come again. and then she would
gladly go with me to my northern as
my WIFE i
have only to add that she is looking
over my shoulder as write, and trying
to convince me that the public tmeaning
you, dear reader, viii laugh at me for
being so silly as to tell how l was cap
tured by a rebel girl. and at her being so
easily converted from her .'secesh" senti-
ments TO unwavering loyalty to the
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