The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1899-06-02

Civ below the fust .rse sos. -. All
sea Its prime. t.4s a. IA y
o itellyewthatw we leggedit
When like rane the bullets fel
Yes, it was q big skedaddle, I'll
Sojers rushin here and thar pel-mel,
An that battle of Bull run
VIII go down in histrys pages.
Names OF shercesl on tibet day
,, win go thunderin' down the ages.
i've got bullet the doctors f1shed out Of
my back. so i'm not likely to forgit it.
In Yewer Bull run sojer, Jack.
The contents of my letter excited
much mirth, but Helen left the room in
tears telling me to read hers. It was a
most touching line from hospital
nurse. She enclosed Helen's letter say
ing she had just taken it from the dead
soldiers hands. ''Send back her letter,
and tell her it helped and comforted a
dying soldier" ..t
''Poor fellow!" wrote the nurse. HE
was mortally wounded in the battle of
Laurel Hill. He leaves no wife or little
ones, since he entered the army short
ly after coming to our shores, mere
STRIPPING, from Europe. According to
his dying wish, return your letter
with his message, knowing that you
will rejoice that you sent it."
A few uneventful days passed in
which life to me was rendered most
miserable by the merciless teasing of
the whole family.
FLOWS you Bull Run Sojer?" was the
constant inquiry morning, noon and
night. Fearing they would see how it
leased me I would flippantly reply that
I had written to ascertain. Yes, 1 an
swered the ignorant boys letter, for
why should not my sympathies extend
to such as he?
One day, soon after the noontide
meal, Molly, the help, rushed headlong
into the sitting-room, her hands adrip
with soapy dishwater. She excitedly
exclaimed: "Oh, girls, just see
that splee-endid-lookinx so'jer a-tyin'
Smiths best livery to the post! He
must be gineral or a captain; my
goodness, if he amt sumner! I'll
I'll bet tibet mustache of his'n can be
tied under his chin!"
Indeed, he was a noble specimen of
manhood, which a captains uniform
wonderfully became. Helen and Kitty
were so disconnected that had to re-
ceive him. Fumbling in his pockets, he
produced letter which he said was
his only introduction. Sister Kate
blushed a peony hue when she recog-
nized at glance her letter sent so re-
Gently to languishing soldier.
Il was given furlough for this flesh
wound in my hand to heal. Your kind
letter was forwarded to my home in
Milwaukee. 1t being but few hours
ride by rail, I resolved to answer the
letter in person" with a merry twinkle
in his deep gray eyes.
SHOW Mr.. Baldwin your Bull Run
sojer's' letter." said Helen, with mis-
chievous smile.
'Well, here it is in my pocket, though
not very near my heart!" said I, hand
ing him the amusing missive.
A ringing laugh escaped him, and,
handing it back, he inquired if had
''rit again."
certainly" replied, with some as
perity. HE is as deserving of our sym
pathy as an educated officer"
VERY true, madam, but Jack Downs
is an educated officer. can but know,
since our mothers are sisters. He wears
a first lieutenant's uniform. We are in
the same regiment, though in different
companies. Being a born humorist,
dare say he wrote as he did for fun, and
as a test of your sympathizing ability
For the present, say nothing about me.
The next time he will doubtless address
you in his real character
Capt. Baldwin's visit proved extreme
ly pleasant, as he and uncle's family
learned that they had many mutual &C.
quaintances in the city. Before depart
ing he requested Kate to continue the
correspondence so auspiciously begun.
Why prolong this true tale? Ere
year passed my ''Bu1l! Run Sojer," Jack
Downs, and his handsome cousin. Capt.
Baldwin, came to Cleveland, where an
unceremonious double wedding took
place. ~.
All, then our all was tat the 'front.'"
God was good to us, however, for our
three soldiers returned after the war,
unnamed, save for slight scars, of
which we were justly proud. Poor
Cousin Helen's betrothed, neighbours
son, was killed in the battle of An
tietam. She is a dear "war old maid"
My veteran father, who is nearly an
octogenarian, lives with me, and my
children never tire of grandpa's "war
experiences which he takes such de-
light in relating. Dear Sister Kate has
long been a soldiers widow, but her
noble sons take good care of her. And
[ still have my gray-haired Bull Run
sojer' at my side: The Banner of Gold.
An Old Connecticut House.
A bill is before the Connecticut leg
islature for the purchase by the state