Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-08-25

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HON. D. B. HENDERSON, lieve | should
have made a break more than once
Officers don't deserve any reputation for
courage anyway. 1t is pride with them,
not bravery. They would dodge if they
could, but they are afraid. With a
whole company of men behind you and
watching your every movement, an Of
ficer has to stand up and be a man. 1
was always an officer and was a colonel
before I was q, but 1 had lost my leg
meanwhile
The most touching incident of the
war falling under my observation was
a very simple one" continued General
Henderson. 1T was not a great drama,
not a stirring charge or act Of exalted
herOism, and yet one of those little
touches Of human nature, one of those
glimpses into the love of human hearts
that are as rare as they are beautiful.
in the charge at Donelson I was knock
over with a broken jaw and carried off
to the field hospital. 1t appeared that
they classified the wounded according
to the nature of their hurts. All who
had been wounded in the body were
placed in one tent, those hit in the leg
in another, and those sruck in the head
in a third. In the tent to which they
carried me all the patients were suffer
ing injuries In the head AS I looked
about l saw that one Of my fellow pa
tients was a mere boy of 16 or II.
Though the lower part of his face was
bandaged and the blood was soaking
through, his eyes and forehead were
visible. They were such blue eyes, the
forehead was so white and smooth. that
! half suspected the poor sufferer was d
girl. The tent was as silent as the
grave. Plenty of the sufferers were in
agony, but not a moan was heard.
There was not a man there who could
speak, and the attendant had stepped
out for a few moments, when the tent
flap was thrown back and l heard a
young voice, choking with emotion:
Charley Charley Are you in
here, Charley? Where are yOu|
"There was no reply. The inquirer
seemed TO overlook the fact that none of
us could speak. He repeated his in
quiry and, receiving no reply, was
about to turn away, when / happened to
glance at the poor boy of whom l have
spoken. | Will never forget the EXPIRES
sion in that part of his face which
could see. 1t was mingled JOY and
agony. I thought l could see recogni-
ton in his eyes as he glanced toward
the tent door. He made convulsive eff
forts to speak, which I knew cost him
terrible pains and started the blood
surging through his bandages. II all
flashed upon me. Here were two broth
ers. one terribly wounded, the other
looking for him, but in danger of miss
ing him on account of the mute re-
Spouse. Then it was 1 summoned my
strength for one Of the greatest efforts
of my life. I managed to make just
noise enough TO attract the attention of
the young man, who had closed the tent
flap and started away. He returned
and eagerly asked:
"Who spoke? I heard a voice
Where was it,"
Il managed to attract his attention in
my direction, and then looked toward
the cot of the boy soldier. His eyes fol-
lowed mine and in few seconds he
eaped forward with a cry which will
ring in my ears to my dying day.
Charley! Charley! My little
brotherr
HE placed his head beside that of the
poor sufferer. He fondled the blue-eyed
boy with oil the tenderness of a loving
woman. When he lifted his face | saw
that his cheek was covered with his
brother blood.
ooh. my poor little brother, My
brave little brotherr he exclaimed
Why did you not heed our mothers
PRAYERS and stay at home? Why did
you not stay with her instead of run
ring away TO the war after me?'
There was no response 10 this child
ing of love, none except a look from the
blue eyes into his brothers. One
soldier appeared to understand. The
soul of one young patient looked into
that Of another
q understand it, Charley; I under
stand" he said tenderly. You felt you
must come to the front and fight too.
You wanted to help save the country.
You were unhappy at home while | was
here. Bless you, my brave boy!
"The young sufferer looked up with a
grateful expression. He had been I'M
derstood, and that was enough. Tears
of pride stood in his eyes, and his broth
er put his face down again, just like a
woman TO her babes.
That is the end of the story, the con-
clusion of the simple tale, so far as my
information goes. In a few minutes the
attendant returned. the young patient
| was taken away, and I never heard an
other thing about him. I don't doubt,
however, that he quickly gave up his
sweet young life. for the whole lower
part of his face was shattered.
FOUNDATIONS FOR A FORTUNE.
Congressman Sorg. of Ohio, who was
noted as the richest man in the last
| Congress. tells an interesting story Of
how he laid the foundation of his for
tunes. when about L years old, " said
Mr.. Sorg. my father died, and had 10
go 10 work 10 maintain a large family.
| I was first apprenticed to a molder, but
afterward went 10 work in tobacco
| factory. and it was in the tobacco bust
ness that l made my first money. Early
in the sixties a new tariff bill passed
Congress. increasing the tax on tobacco.
There was a great rush TO have large
quantities OF tobacco made up before
the higher rates went into effect. 4
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