The Richmond climax. (Richmond, Ky.) 1897-1914, 1901-10-02
THE PAST RECALLED
Happy Jack" Relates a strange
Incident.

Richmond, KY, Sept. 3, 1901.
Could We pick up some OF the events
of life in our fingers and examine them
as we could shell, what wonderful
cabinet of euriosities We would havel
Let me relate series of condolences
covering more than thirty years:
This morning, thirty-seveh Yeas ago,
Gen. John Ii. Morgan was killed at
Greenville, Tenn. My brother was
badly wounded. got him into bug
gy and on into Jonesboro, and as / en-
tered town a little girl. apparently
about eight years old, saw my brother
lying across my lap almost exhausted
from loss of blood; so much so that he
did not notice what followed. 1 had
cut his coat off and thrown it away.
The child shouted: ma says what
can she do for you." and running to
the yard gate handed me two bottles of
wine. By this time her mother, lady
who seemed to be about 30 or 40 years
old, came 10 us. II see, sir; you are
in trouble. please tell me what can do
for you and will help you if l can. -
L asked her If she could furnish me a
very light blanket that my brother
could throw around him for coat il
he should ever get able to walk about
the hospital? II can suit you as well
as you can be suited" said she. IT
had had large wholesale house to have
selected from L could not have found
a more suitable blanket. So much for
that.
Thirty years after this ! went to the
Falkland Islands, near Cape Horn. and
in some way little girl, named Eliza
beth Pearcy, whose father was Consul
at Colon in Colombia, South America,
got hold OF my name and wrote NE
that she was ID years old, and was
manager of the children's department
of the Centennial State exposition at
Nashville, Tenn, and to please send
her something for her exhibit. i
showed her letter to six little girls in
Stanley, the capital OF the Isl
ands, under thirteen years of age. and
asked them to get me up some little
fancy work for little Miss Pearcy, aud
they did so. BY the way the people OF
the Falklands are a very cultured peo-
pie. We then went TO a photographer
and had our photos taken together and
mailed them and their fancy work
with few other articles to oui
little friend in Nashville, and / also
enclosed her few lines telling her oil
the kindness of Mrs. Maxwell and heI
little girl to my brother at Jonesboro.
This letter found its way into a news.
paper, and the newspaper found its
way to Beetle City,. Montana. Six
months after this received letter
from ayoung lady in Beetle City named
Slammons telling me that her mother
the little child whohanded methe wine
and her grandmother. who handed me
the blanket, were sitting by telling hel
what to write to me. Could you have
read such letter, under such circum
stances, with dry eyes? 32 years after
the occurrence and 1900 miles apart
| have told this thousand times aud
am truly sorry cannot tell the world
Of their timely and tender care for my
brother. and OF his and my lifetime
gratitude to them. The mail prior tC
the one bringing this letter brought me
the sad tidings of my brothers death
Thank heaven their kindness wa,
not misplaced. His life was a very
useful one. He was a lawyer wei
known throughout the State, and wal
chosen to fill several honorable posi-
ton by the people where he was borI
and reared, whom lie loved and VIII,
loved him. His favorite motto was:
''For the right that needs assistance;
Against the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that can do.''
Who 5lames me for being proud {
such brother? Who blames mt
Who blames me? Respt.
HAPPY JACK