The age-herald., 1898-09-18
JOHN BUCKELEW
 IN PITTSBURG
The Soldier Stricken With Fe-
 yer in the Far North.
MASON AND DIXON'S LINE
Obliterated by the War as Proven by the Attentions Paid Him-Dr. w. B. Phillips Writes an h.
 teresting Story.

Pittsburg, Pa., September 17.(Speciil) In the Penn hospital here is an Alabama soldier recovering from an attack of ,ty- photd fever. His name is John Bucke.ew, and he enlisted in the Twentieth United States infantry from Coalburg, Jefferson county, where his parents reside. He fought at Santiago, and was sent to Tam pa as an invalid, forwarded to New York, and then ordered home on sick leave. He got as far as Pittsburg three weeks ago, and collapsed and was taken to the hos pital. It happened that one of the gracious women of Pittsburg, whose heart takes in the whole country, saw an account or the case in a newspaper Hundreds of other women may have noticed it, but the name Alabama attracted this one with especial force, for she had a son living in Birming- ham, and her mothers heart went out to this sick soldier, friendless and many miles from home, burning up with fever and longing for the sight of a sympathetic face. Her own husband fought in the union ar my for three years, and spent nine months in Andersonville prison, an experience not calculated to foster very great love for southern people. The memories Of those unhappy days had burned into his soul, and loyal wife she was, she shared to some extent, his feelings. But the soldier was 1.-The was very Ill, and far from home and friends Andersonville was forgotten, and all the dreadful memories Of those dreadful days passed as dream or the night. This good woman hastened to the hospital, intent upon the service of that charity which alone makes the world fit to live in. She found the boy-he is not yet 22 years of age-in the general ward. des- perately i'll with fever, with that he bless, longing look on his face that speaks of homesickness and despair. She interested the Red Cross people here in the case, and boa {rop f0 nriva a room, where all the skill and tender nurs- ing of this famous hospital could be given him without stint Day after day she wis., ited him with flowers, delicacies that he was allowed to eat, and what Is worth ten thousand flowers and a train load of deli cacies-sympathetic, cheering, motherly words. But the attack was most serious, following as it did Misrepresentation on the scorching hills of Santiago, and for days she watched the struggle between Hee and dea tn. Finally the crisis was passe6, the fever slowly yielded to treatment. and when I saw Buckelew today he was out of danger and improving steadily. When I said to him that I was from Birmingham his face frightened and he stretched out his emaciated hand to thank me for com ing. But the brightness on his face was as nothing to the look of quiet happiness and joy that crept over it when Mrs. D. L. Or eutt came into the room. She it was who had taken him to her warm and mothery heart and had stood by him when death was at the very threshold.
 I thought then that his own mother, in the hills of Jefferson county, would have poured out her heart to this gracious and loving woman for all the tender. unremit- ting care she had given her boy so freely. Andersonvile and Pittsburg, a memory and daily life. The active charity of 1898 against the vivid recollections of 1864. If we have gained nothing from this late war but the fact that the charity which cov- CTS the multitude of terrible memories. which have digged a wide and deep chasm between brethren. we shall have cause to be thankful. Both men an women, north and south, dug that chasm, and the same men and women are today laboring to fill 1t up. It was dug with bayonets. 1t Is be- ing filled with flowers. with kindly words, with steadfast devotion through long days of suffering. with tender care and love. Mason and Dxon's line is garlanded with roses. while Andersonville and Johnson's Island. Salisbury and the Dry Tortugas are but symbols of dark and bitter night whose gloomy hours are even now melting away before the sunrise of reconciliati n.
 So mote 1t be! Amen.
 w. B. P.