Birmingham age-herald., 1895-04-21

dier in Richmond, a lady inquired: How dye do, my dear man; is there anything you want?'
 Soldier (eurtly)-No, miss; I bleeve not.
 You're sure there is nothing I can do for you?"
 Nothing I kin think off
 "Oh, I do want to do something for you; can't wash your face and hands ?'
 Wall ef yer want ter right bad, I reckon yo' kin, but if you do you'll be the foteenth lady who's fixed me up this mornin', and two of them has washed my feet"
 After the battle of Leesburg, in Vir- ginia, temporary hospitals of this char acter were established throughout the town, one in church. another in a hotel and a third in the school house, besides others in private residences. The ladies were out in force, acting as nurses, cooks and in whatever capacity they could be of service. Passing through one of these emergency places I saw an old gentle man who had been shot in the fight. He was apparently about 75 years of age. One of his legs had been shattered by a bullet He was bostered up in bed and by his side stood a handsome young woman of two and twenty a bouquet of flowers in one hand and silver salVer with refreshments in the other. Great tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched the attempts of the silver-haired patriot to help himself to the dainties before him, and when she found how hard it was to do she gently laid him back upon his pillow and fed him as tenderly as a mother would child. It was scene simple and common enough in itself, but in it's painful sur roundings one that is indelibly impressed on memory.
 In another room was "a broth of a ha t1-xs To aA been shot while smoking his pipe The bullet entered the corner of one eye and came out behind the ear, causing a pro fuse flow of blood On being led in he was recognized by fellow Irishman who belonged to the same regiment, and char acteristically his first salutation was, Halo, Mike, where's yer pipe?" "Arrah, bad luck to the pipe" was the quick re- sponse; "it laped from me mouth whin I struck the ground, and I've not seen the dudheen since. It's fifty cints and good shmoke that's gone from me. sure"
 But why didn't yer hold on to it, Mike?"
 "Hould on to it? How the divil could I hould on to anything whin I couldn't sec beyant the pint of me nose? Faith, twas all stars and no stripes that I saw in the. air, Pat"
 Quite number of ladies entered for the purpose of visiting the wounded. Seeing the first speaker prone upon his stomach, one of them sympathetically inquired: Where are you wounded, my good man?' The Irishman pretended not to hear and replied: "Purthy well, I thank ye, num-" But where were you wound ed?" again fired away the lady. Faith, It's nothing at all that I want, leddies; I think I'll be on my way ter Richmond in about tin days" again answered Pat, with peculiarly distressed look, as if he wished to avoid further conversation on a delicate subject. Thinking that he was really deaf, ,an old lady in the background now put her mouth down to his ear and shouted in tone that could be heard around the corner: We want-to-know- where-you-are-hurt So-we-can-do-some- thing -for-you!"
 Pat, evidently finding that if the bom- bardment continud much longer he would have to strike his flag anyhow, concluded | to do so at once and with a face as rosy, | as a lobster and a humorous twinkle in his eye, replied: Sure, leddies, it's not l dafe that I am, but since ye're deter | mined to know where have been hurted, | its-it's where l can't sit down to take | my males. The rashcally bullet entered the behind of me coat"
 You can fancy the blushng consterna- ton of the visitors and the sudden loco motion that followed The story circu- lated among the sex like quicksilver on smooth glass, and while Paddy had plenty of sympathy, they pestered him no more with questions ofs"Where are | YOU hurt ?'