Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1904-12-09
UNITED IN DEATH.
Pathetic Story of a Scene on the Bat
tlefeld During the
Civil War.

There was no fierceness in the eyes
of those men now, as they sat face to
face on the bank of the stream; the
strife and anger had all gone now, and
they sat still-dying men, who but
few hours before had been deadly foes,
sat still and looked at each other. At
last one of them spoke: I'VE haven't
either of us chance to hold on much
longer, l judge"
NO" said the other, with a little
mixture of sadness and recklessness,
you did that last job of yours well,
as that bears witness" and he pointed
to a wound little above the heart,
from which the life blood was slowly
oozing.
"No better than you did yours" an
swered the other, with a grim smile,
and he pointed to wound little
higher up, large and more ragged - a
deadly one. And then the two men
gaZed upon each other again in the
dim light; for the moon had come
over the hills now, and stood among
the stars like a pearl of great price
And as they looked a soft feeling stole
over the heart of each toward his fall
en- foe-a feeling of pity for the strong,
manly life laid Iowa feeling of re-
gret for the inexorable necessity OF
war which made each man the slayer
of the other; and at last one spoke:
There are some folks in the world
that'll feel worse when you are gone
out of it."
A spasm of pain was on the bronzed,
CHASTITY features. YES" said the man
in husky tones, there's one woman
with a boy and girl, away up among
the New Hampshire mountains, that
it will well-nigh kill to hear of this;"
and the man groaned out in bitter an
guish: 20 God, have pity on my wife
and children!"
And the other drew closer to him:
"And away down among the cotton
fields of Georgia, there's a woman and
a little girl whose hearts will break
when they hear what this day has
| DONE" and then the cry wrung itself
sharply out of his heart: 20 God, have
pity upon them!"
And from that moment the north
erner and southerner ceased to be
| foes. The thought of those distant
homes on which the anguish was to
last hour and the two men wept like
little children.
And at last the northerner spoke,
talking more to himself than to any
one else, and he did not. know that
the other was listening greedily to
every word:
"She used to come-my little girl,
bless her heart!-every night to meet
me when l came home from the fields;
and she would stand under the great
plum tree, that's just beyond the back
door at home, with the sunlight MAX
ing yellow brown in her golden curls,
and the laugh dancing in her eyes
when she heard the click of the gate
i see her now-and I'd take her in
my arms, and she'd put up her little
red lips for kiss; but my little dar-
ling will never watch under the plum
tree by the well, for her father, again,
l shall never hear the cry of joy as she
catches a glimpse of me at the gate
l shall never see her little feet running
over the grass to spring into my arms
again!"
"And then" said the southerner
there's little brown-eyed, brown
haired girl, that used to watch in the
cool afternoons for her father, when he
rode in from visit to the plantations
can see her sweet little face shining
out now, from the roses that covered
the pillars, and hear her shout of Joy