Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1897-03-11

pain which she was suffering, and suf-
fering with the silent fortitude which |
shames the foolish theory that women
are less brave than men.
IL our comfortable homes, by our
cheerful fires, we read of that and cry
bravo" Perhaps We applaud, but
would we have thus nobly acted for a
brother, husband or father-doubtless;
but for a 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 succoriug a fellow
creature, not a sister or mother facing
all things for a brother or son. Do
YOU wish the subject for a great paint
ing, Mr. Washington, finer than that
Of the Burial Of Latane o. ! offer it
to you.
Hour after hour the wounded youth
slept on. His regular breathing IN
dicated clearly that his sutierings had
abated blessed and refreshing slum-
Der had descended upon the tortured
nerves; the shattered frame, step by
step, from the very brink Of the grave
where she had found him the poor boy
was coming back to lie. The long
hours Of the summer night passed on
like shadowy birds, who slowly flap
their huge wings as they silently
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 his eyes
gazed dreamily at her and a FAINT
smile came to his lips, which uttered a
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 ? !
know not, but if such tears flowed
from the kind eyes an angel might
have gathered them for a diadem.
When Miss - returned to Win
chester she was weak, exhausted, un-
strung bv the nervous excitement, no
less than the physical prostration OF
that terrible night among the dying
and the dead. The muscles Of her arm
wele so contracted by the heavy press
ure upon them, hour ate. hour, that
for many days she could not raise her
hand-scarcely move the member.
The pam, exposure and excitement
seriously affected rand she was con-
fined Tor some time to her bed, but on
that couch Of suffering she had a
blessed consolation That consolation
was the thought, q have saved the
life Of a Confederate soldier, wounded
in defending his country.
When General Esrly-all health
and happiness attend in his place Of
exile and brave, true gentleman, that
hardy soldier-when General Early
heard the noble incident which We
have es,ayed to relate he exclaimed IN
burst Of admiration "God bless the
women of Winchester They are like
TIE camomile fower-the more they
are crushed the sweeter they are
True, General. 1t was said Of old
that "none but the brave deserve the
fair" You prove that the brave can
best appreciate them. You fought for
those women of Winchester on many
fields; you were leading forlorn hope
but you did your best with your 1000
or 5000 against Sheridan's 10000 or
10000. You loved. and admired and
risked your life for them, and that
radical crew y Washington bowling
curses at your very name cannot hurt
you in the estimation Of your brave
countrywomen of "the brave old town
Of Winchester" One who is proud to
have been born there has tried to re-
late one Of a thousand instances which
reflect undying honor on the women
Of the old border citadel, defended
once by Washington.
They have risen, under suffering,
with a grand and noble courage. They
have been true to the flag in the dark
hour as in the bright, and today their
proudest thought, their sufficient re-
ward, Is that they have taken to their
bosoms, these brave women Of Win
chester, the known or unknown dust
Of the mighty Confederate dead. Each
is worthy Of the other-those dead
heroes who slumber beside the homes
Of the women who loved them those