Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-03-11

young heroine did not stir. Though
the delicate arm was nearly broken
ey the weight upon it, no tremor
OF the nerves indicated the dire
pain which she was suffering, and
suffering with the silent fortitude
which shames the foolish theory
that women are less brave than
men.
In our comfortable homes, by our
cheerful fires, We read of that and
cry "bravo." :" Perhaps we applaud
but would we have thus nobly act
ed for a brother, husband or father
-donbtless; for stranger? That
wounded youth was "a perfect
stranger to the young lady; she had
never seen his face before that
evening; it was an angel of mercy
succorIng a fellow-creature. not n
sister or mother facing all things
for brother or son. Do you wish
the subject for . great painting,
Mr.. Washington. finer than that of
the "Burial of Latane 20 offer
it to you.
Hour after hour the wounded
youth slept on. His regular breath
ing indicated clearly that his suff-
ering had abated; blessed and re-
fresbing slumber had descended
upon the tortured nerves, the shat
tered frame; step by step. from the
very brink of the grave where she
had found him the poor boy vas
coming back to life. The long
hours of the summer night passed
on like shadowy birds, who slowly
flap their huge wings as they silent
ly sweep by. The moon went
down, the consultations wheeled
their paths in heaven; then the
morning star only shone above the
yellow streak of dawn. The cold.
pale light fell on the figures, with
their positions unchanged, the
youth still sleeping TRANQUILITY. the
young lady still supporting his
head. AS the first bright CLEANS
Of sunrise fell on his face he opened
bis eyes, gazed dreamily at her
and d faiht smile came TO his lips.
which uttered low sigh. He was
saved.
Did tears from the eyes of the
noble girl fall on that pale face,
where the flush of fever no longer
burned q? ] know not, but il such
tears flowed from the kind eyes an
angel might have gathered them
Tor a diadem.
When Miss - returned to Win
chester she was weak, exhausted,
lnstrung by the nervous excite
ment, no less than the physical
prostratiou OF that terrible night
among the dying aud the dead.
The muscles OF her arm were SO
contracted by the heavy pressure
upon them, hour after hour, that
for many days she could not raise
her hand-scarcely move the mem
Der. The pain, exposure and ex-
element seriously affected her and
she was confined for some time to
her bed, but on that couch of snf-
fering she had a blessed consola-
ton. That consolation was the
thought, 81 have saved .he life of a
soldier, wounded in
defending his country"
When General Early-all health
and happiness attend in his place
OF exile that brave, true gentlman,
that hardy soldier-when General
Early heard the noble incident
which we have essayed to relate he
exclaimed in a burst of admiration:
"God bless the woman of Win
chester They are like the camo-
mile fower--the more they are
crushed the sweeter they are %
True, General. 1t was said of
old that "none but the brave de-
serve the fair" You prove that
the brave can best appreciate them.
fen fought for those women Of
Winchester on many fields; you
were leading "a forlorn hope, but
yoa did your best with your 1000
or 5000 against Sheridan's 80, 900
or 10000. You loved and admired
and risked your life for them, and
that radical crew at Washington
bowling curses a: your very name
hurt you in the estimation
Of your brave country women of
st:he brave old town Of Winches-
ter" One who is proud to have
been born there has tried to relate
one OF a thousand instances which