Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-24
MET AFTER So YEARS;
PARTED AGAIN BY DEATH

There is a stiffness at the home Of ].
c.. Jackson, sc Atlanta avenue, today-a
hush that comes Of death. The curtains
are drawn and at the door hangs bow
of crepe, telling in its sombre way the
story of sadness that has bowed down
the head of an aged man and brought dis
tress to his aching heart. His tears are
falling upon the cold and pallid cheeks
OF one he had loved in life; one whom
he has longed for years to see; one whom
the grim messenger Of death has snatched
from his embrace.
The man who is today made sad by this
visitation Of death is ]. c. Jackson and
the loved one by whose side he is sitting
is his brother W. B. Jackson, whose home
was. at Roadhouse, Ill.
When the war between the states began
and the south called for volunteers the
Jacksons were among the first to respond.
From the first sound OF the bugle until
General Lee with tear stained eyes called
his brave lads away from battle at APP
pcmattox, these two brothers fought side
by side. Many were their deeds Of bra
very and their untold dangers and hard
ships were made lighter by the bond Of
brotherly love that bound them so close
together.
When taps were sounded over the lost
cause and the Confederate army was scat
tered, the battle of life did what war had
failed to accomplished separated these
two brothers. One of them started for his
southern home and the other decided to
cast his lot among strangers and went
to Illinois. There he made new friends,
In the confusion that had followed the
breaking up of the army the brothers
lost sight of each other. AS years rolled
by and the fight OF time was showing
itself with marks of snow along their
temples. their thoughts turned from bust
ness and the old love became as strong
as in the days OF youth. The one in the
far west began a correspondence that end
ed In his finding his brother in Atlanta.
Before they could meet an attack Of ty-
phoid fever came and for weeks he was
desperately ILL., When this had ended he
started for the south. He pictured the
meeting with his brother whom he had
not seen in thirty-five years and fretted
at the slowness OF his journey.
Two weeks ago they clasped each other
in a fond embrace; they laughed and cried
by turns over the days of old and lived
over their boyhood and the time when
mems souls were tried and the shot and
shell of the enemy fell about them like
hail.
Last Thursday the brother who Journey
ed far that he might bring about this re-
union felt a strange pang about his
heart. His breathing became labored
and before his falling sight the battle
grounds and the ragged boys in gray be-
gan to pass. He heard the call TO arms
and the rebel yell The dull thud Of
cannon and the sharp crack of musketry
fell upon his ears. He saw his brother
strong in youth, with the lust of battle
upon his face. Then the angel of peace
and mercy came and the war fiend faded
away. A smile, a gasp, outstretched
hands to those around him and the pulse
was still.
The brother was dead
w. B. jackson and his brother were in
Longstreet's division and at the battle of
Chickamauga took command OF a regi-
ment after all of its officers had been
killed. He was frequently commended
by General Longstreet and General
Wheeler for his gallantry. He leaves an
adopted daughter, Mrs. John King, of
Roadhouse, Ill.