Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-23

deeply, Captain Beverly. May ask
| the circumstances of your bereaVe-
ment."
1T occurred in April, 1868. was III
the fight at Hatch sRun"--
so was l." ilterpolated the Colonel,
in an undertone
- and that night got word that
foolish old slavehad tried to bring 10 me
in the army my little sister bunlce' thaU
| | might tell himwhere he should carry
her. Suddenly they found themselves
on the verge of the battle field. The OLD
darkey became frightened, put her III
what he thought asafe hiding place and
| ran away. When be guided me back to
where he had left her we found only
trampled ground and blood. She was
gone. And the clouds OF mystery that
then fell upon her late has never since
been lifted.
Colonel Swift listened to the nara
tive with surprise and intense interest,
but only said:-"Youwill hear from her
again,no doubt. I'm sure you will"
Then he said nothing more for some
time. until eventually he broke the 81
lence by extending an invitation to dine
with him when the ceremonies of the
day were over. The young man hest
tated a little, mentioning an engage
ment at hisphotel but the Colonel insist
ed. Let your engagement go. You
will come with me. Unnecessary l shall
claim authority as youl ranking officer
and command you" 70 which the
young man laughingly replied that he
had not forgotten soldiers duty to
obey orders.
The colonel and his guest were, upon
entering the parlOr OF the former re-
ceived by two ladies, one ofmiddle age,
who was introduced as my wife, Mrs.
Swift" the other lovely girl, of whom
the colonel said, my adopted daughter,
Miss Eunice."
For minute the young man and the
girl stood staring at each other, without
word or movement, as if paralyZed by
surprise. Then, with simultaneous
cries, Brother Frank and MY sis
terri they spranginto each others arms.
Seeing them together, no one could have
wondered that the Colonel had found
the features of the Southern Captain
strangely familiar.
ulUIGI
From the moment you spoke OF the old
darby hiding the little girl away the
mystery was at an end for me. Some of
your boys made pretty stiff stand be-
hind the big rocks where he had hidden
her, and there was hard fighting right
around there, but the little one kept
quiet, and her presence was not susAect-
ed until a man who was shot fell lpOn
the brush and the blood ran down on
her. Then she screamed. My boys tlok
her out and brought her to me and |
turned here over to the care of ny
wife, who was in the camp at the time
on some sanitary commission business.
The child's fright had been so great
that not until some time after she had
been brought to New York was she
able to tell her family name or
giveany information by which we might
find the brother Frank for whom she
was constantly calling. l sent word
into your lines byieXchanging prisoners
again and again, trying to reach you,
but never could. In time l forgot her
old name, for we gave her new one,
our own. Having no children of our
ONu, dEu ShC moving hO NACS, ~ Aal 90
We could learn, we legally adopted her,
and she became as dear to us as if she
were our own child by BIRTH
But with no greater love for her,
dear papa than she bears to you and
mamma" replied the'girl, kissing them
both.
"Nowords can express my gratitude"
said brother Frank" and from this
time henceforth let no man tell me that
reconstruction is failure. Troy
Times.