The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1895-11-21
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Rebel crptain breathed awhile longer
the words sister, mother" dropped
from his lips-and then he slept the
eternal sleep.
And this Is Charles Darrell said
Stackpole, as the two officers stood by
the side of the corpse.
Clarke stared as though from a
dream.
Il should have known him, it now
seems" pursued the lieutenant from
his remarkable resemblance to his
father You do not remember the
elder Darrell"
Not distinctly. | was young when
he died"
''But you remember the circum-
stances attending Charles Darrefs
disappearance"
Yes" replied Clarke, i remember
that in q drunken rawl. at a low inn.
he killed a companion: and it IS said
that his father bribed the jailer to let
hlm escape"
Ana [ have no doubt that it is so,'
added StackpOle. AT all events. the
youth escaped. and not long af.e
wards it was told and circulated that
be had been lost at sea; and the story
was believed
And a short silence ensucd. when
StackpQle laid his hand upon the cap
tain's and said:
George, what a fearful load must
have been upon Ellen Darrell's heart
while her prescribed and outcast
brother, whose name she dared not
even whisper to you, was"
Clarke put forth his hand, and bade
his companion be silent.
Say no more, now. Thomas. Let
Us see that this body is decently
buried, and then | must think I have
not asked for a furlough since | have
been in service; but | think / shall
ask for one as soon as our army comes
to a place of rest"
d \
A bright and beautiful afternoon in
July, Ellen Darrell, pale and soarow
stricken, but still fair and lovely, sat
upon an oaken bench beneath one of
the great elms that shaded the
grounds Of her mothers cottage. She
nd a paper in her hands. and she
had been reading Of hard fought
battles, and Of the deeds of brave men.
Another foot pressed the grass near
at hand. but she did not hear it. Her
thoughts were far away, with one of
whom she had been reading; and
those thoughts at length took form in
words:
''Oh, he will never know the truth!
He will never know how truly | loved.
him. Oh. George! George. if | could
have spoken even one little word OF
explanation, But Gods will be done,
Nav all sweet angels guard him in
the hours of his perilw
Hark. she heard the step now. and
she felt hand upon her shoulder.
She started up, and when she turned
she found resting place upon the
bosom of q Union officer.
Nelly! NalIy. | have found my
angel! Loo k up. look mp! Oh, forgive
me for all that | have done in the
past, and let our sweet love be IN
clOuded from this hour
BY and by, when the happy pair
had seated themselves on the bench
and after the tirstwild surge ofemotion
had passed, Ellen looked up and said:
Gwen now, George, | may not ex
plain
Hush, darling! | know it all. He
fell at the crossing Of the North Anna
He was a captain in the confederate
service, bat he was as a brother to Inc
when [ knew his name He died in
my arms, love, and the last words he
spoke were sister. mother"
And when George had told the
whole story, Ellen Darrell, with folded
hand, made utteranre:
80 my poor, misguided, ontcast
brother has gone at lengthi God lie
merciful to him, and give rest to his
soul"
Then she gave her hand to her
lover, and looking up into his face,
she said:
"George, henceforth while life is
ours, there shall come no cloud be
tween ms. My heart shall be to you
as an open book, and it shall not hold
a secret that you may not read"