The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1898-08-06

just returned. and II the blue man
thought best was ready to resume
business in the old way.
The Confederate succeeded in crawl
ing into the lines of bis own regiment
with the wounded and almost uncon-
scious Union officer on his back. The
latter was too far gone to express his
thanks or to realize what was going on
about him. He was found, when the
Confederates retreated, more dead than
alive. After some weeks in the hospital
he began to gain strength, and the
memory Of that terrible experience be
tween the lines and the incidents Of his
rescue came back to him. Nurses and
comrades smiled when they heard the
story, charging 1t to delirium. But to
the officer himself the face Of his res
cuer, the sound of his voice, the shape
Of his head, as he crept painfully over
the bullet-swept ground, all were
burned into memory.
When fully recovered he tried to
open up communication with his res
cuer, but 1t was not until twenty Years
later that he was able to find and thank
him.
\ Rebel Prison Fragment.
Col. Hawkins raised regiment in
and around Lewisburg, Tenn, near
where ] was raised, and went into the
rebel army. He and a goodly number
of his regiment were taken prisoners
and carried North. One of the boys
tried to keep up a correspondence with
his ladylove in the South, and while
in prison was taken sick and informed
that he could not live. He longed To
live for the letter due him from this
lady, but the letter came one day too
late-the day after he had died. Col,
Hawkins had instructions to answer
all letters When he read the lady'S
letter, breaking her engagement with
this soldier boy, he wrote this in an
SWer:
Your letter, lady, came too late.
For heaven had claimed its own.
All, sudden chaugc-from prison bars
Unto the great white throne
And yet | think he would have stayed
To live for his disdan,
Could he have read the careless words
Which you have sent III vain.
So full OF patience did he wait,
Through many a weary hour,
That Ger his simple soldier-faith
Not even death had powr;
And you-did others whisper low
Their homage in your car,
As though amongst their shallow thronG
His spirit had peer:
| would that you were by me now,
To draw the sheet aside
And see how pure the look he wore
The moment when lac died.
The sorrow that You gave tr him
Had left its weary trace,
As twere the shadow of the Cross
Upon his pallid face.
Her love" he said, could change for
The winters cold to spring"
All, trust no tickle maidons love,
Thou art a bitter thing,
For when these valleys. bright in May,
once more with blossoms wave,
The northern violcts shall blow
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