Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-06-01

1HIsMNHH near Ihe euSe VI Iie
IA AMTHT northern pineries.
The sun had hidden
behind a cloud and keen blast from
off the great lake swept over the coun-
try like a parting taunt from the long,
furions winter that had just taken
leave. A sharp frost had touched the
gardens the night before, and the
meager bounty of bud and blossom
that they yielded for the day seemed
TO visibly revive and freshen under
ryvarIn, human touch. All things par
took of the influence of the day and
weather. The somber forest that en-
rcompassed the place took on new dig
nifty and gloom. Houses and fields,
which n month before had been robed
In an enchanted mantle of glistening
white, and d month hence would be
gracious with vines and flowers, stood
ont upon the landscape in naked ugli-
ness. The men and women who had
iaathered to do honor to the memory of
Their fallen heroes We're wrapped in
sad retrospect, looking again into open
graves, or living over anew that period
oof heartbreaking suspense that had
ended III tidings of suffering and death.
Even the veterans who in grim school
had learned lessons of fortitude and
cheer were singularly depressed, and
forgot the gay jests and badinage with
which they were accustomed to silence
painful memories.
Aurora and her outlying district had
sent three companies to the war.
Barely dozen men walked in the pro-
cession this day. Some of the sorry
remnant that returned had gone fur
ther west in search of health or for
tune. 4 few were shut up in their
homes, too weak or too broken to ven
iture out; of those who answered the
irolI-Oall the majority were ailing or in
firm, and mutfied to the ears to pro
pitiate the physical man for the au-
dacity of the spiritual.
John Sexton was one of the younger
men among the veterans, but he had
stepped to the door that morning,
viewed the sky and faced the biting
wind, then went TO cedar chest and,
took from it a garment that had lain
there undisturbed for many years-a
blue overcoat, soiled and faded, and
with bullet-hole through the right
sleeve that hung empty by his side.
The procession formed at the head Of
the main street, before the old church
'.n which the memorial services had
been held. There were memories clus-
tering about that old frame church.
john Sexton recalled some of them.
The first call for recruits had been
made there; the fiery, impetuous
speeches, the rush of youngsters, amid
the cheers of men and the sobs of
women. He had been among the first
to enlist. a beardless boy with a mans
heart, kindled with patriotic fire.
Within the same gray walls, at the
parting supper given to his regiment
the night before it marched, he had
shySy asked Hetty Plympton to be his
wife some day, and she, half laughing
and half weeping, had told him that
when he came back wearing his epau-
lets she would marry him. And he
had gone away glad and proud, buoyed
up with hope. The epaulets seemed
so easy TO win the chances of disaster
or allure so remote. Then there came
the hard discipline of the camp, the
long, forced marches, the carnage OF
battle, the secret night mission, the
rifle ball that cut short his military
career.
He recalled how he came back. Her
face had been the first he had seen on
his return. Descending from the car
nlaE,ned, feeble, wasted by long sick
ness. his head reeling from the ex
haustion of the journey, kind hands az
gisting him to the platform, he hat
~aoght sjght Vt her, standing apart