The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1913-11-14
AN INCIDENT OF THE REUNION

we become in a measure aCcus
toned to sad and romantic incident.
told by visitors who are seeking the
graves of friends and relatives in the
National Cemetery, but the follow.
ing is more than usually pathetic
Probably there are many incidents
like it that have never come to light
buried sacredly in the sad hearts OF
the many who suffered on both sides
during the war between the States
This is an aftermath of the Grand
Army reunion recently held in Chat
tanooga.
She came to the office of the ceme-
terry late Sunday afternoon-a tall,
slender old lady with snow white
hair. accompanied by four of her
girlhood friends. She was trembling
with emotion and excitement, and
with difficulty told us what she
wanted
Can you find for me- she asked,
"the grave of Robert Mueller. a cap
tain of the Twenty-sixth Wisconsin
Infantry. Volunteers?"
We turned to the records and in a
few minutes found the following
entry: Captain Robert Mueller. Cap
tain of Company c, Twenty-sixth
Wisconsin Infantry, Volunteers,
killed at the battle of Peachtree
Greek on July 20, 1864; body re-
moved from grave there in 1866.
Grave No. 1921, in Section c.
AS we went up the hill to locate
the grave for her | noticed her in
creasing agitation. She could not
keep back the tears
Was he related to your" asked.
HE was my husband" she said,
simply, land until this day | have
never known where he was really
buried. A Grand Army post and
Woman's Relief Corps in Milwaukee
bear his name. He was very brave.
We were born in Milwaukee, he
and l. We were the children of
neighbOrs; we played together; we
went to school together; we at
tended the same high school. and
soon after we both finished school We
We're engaged and married Then
the war broke out He raised a com
pany of volunteers, and they made
him captain of the company. |
watched him march away at the
head of his company. He was twenty
three and ! was twenty, and held
in my arms our baby little boy
four months old. 1t was the last
time the baby and ! ever saw him.
but the letters came as often and rs
fast as he had opportunity to send
them through the lines from battle
fields in the South. | had letters
from Chattanooga and all along the
line of battletields through Georgia
until the day he was killed, at the
battle of Peachtree Creek. They
wrote and told me that ne had been
hAaANN III blNtiNs anu ludl MS CODl-
rades had buried him in a grave
that could be identified on the
shores of Peachtree Greek.
We were poor. | had not the
means to come South then, and the
struggle for existence brought so
many hardships in the ensuing
years that l dared not think of it.
! had my boy to raise and educate.
So though my heart was down here
with the lonely grave, could not
come. Our boy grew up to be a
fine man, and is now over fifty years
old, can say with thankfulness
and pride. God took my husband
away, but he gave me a good and
faithful SON
When learned that Chattanooga
had invited the Grand Army to hold
its reunion there and that the re-
duced railroad fare made to the vet
Grams would enable my slender purse
to meet the expenses of the trip at
%1SNs Noo OF SAClItu Win the lQe2
of finding his grave after fifty years
that ! could hardly wait for the
time to come. These ladies who are
with me are old school mates OF
mine. and decided to come with me
and help me in the search. The five
Of US have gone over every inch OF
the ground he went over in the
Sixties and have lived those days
over as he described them in his let
ters to me. read these love letters
of his to me, so dear to me- for the
last time the day before l left home
am seventy years old, l thought
may not get back. cannot bear
the idea of anyone else reading these
letters. They are sacred. read
them again and cried over them. and
then burned them, every one.
" After thn ranpiny, uya ,,ro,,4 -. . :