The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-08-14
Watches 81 fhe night In camp or


aarching over desolate fields. Many ten
Ter things ] have never said to you ]
laye learned In these days. ! write this
last message to tell you how. more and
more beyond the power Of words to ex-
press, your love has grown upon me until
your spirit seems the breath I breathe.
My heart is SO full Of love for you and my
BOY hat cant 60 into battle now with
out thinking how many hearts will ache
and break In faraway homes because Of
the work am about to do. I am sick
of it ALL l0ng to be at home again and
walk with m sweet young bride among
the flowers she loves SO well and hear the
old mocking bird that builds each spring
n those rosebushes at our window
If am killed you must live for our boy
and rear him to glorious manhood In
the new nation that will be born in this
agony. I love you'll love you unto the
uttermost, and beyond death I will live
If only to lsve you foreve Always in life
or death yo, r own. CHARLES. r
For two hours she held this letter
open in her hands and seemed unable
to move it. And tk-n mechanically
she opened the one addressed to
Charles Castor, Jr.::"
My Darling Boy-I send you by Nelse
my watch and sword. 1t will be all can
bequeath to you from the wreck that will
follow the war. This sword was your
great-grandfather's. He held it as he
tain against Ferguson and helped to carve
this nation out of Wilderness It was
a sorrowful day for me when felt it my
duty to draw that sword against the old
flag in defense Of my home and my peo-
pie You will live to see a reunited coun-
try. Hang this sword back beside the old
lag Of our fathers when the end has
come, and always remember that it was
never drawn from it's Scabbard by your
father or your grandfather, who fought
with Jackson at New Orleans, or your
sreat-grandfather in the Revolution, save
in the cause OF Justice and right. I am
not fighting to hold slaves in bondage.
I am fighting for the inalienable rights
# my people under the constitution our
fathers created. 1t may be we have out
~rown this constitution. But I calmly
leave to God and history the question as
20 who is right in it's Interpretation.
Whatever you do in life. first, last and
always do what you believe to be right.
Everything else is Of little Importance.
With heart full Of love. Your father,
CHARLES CASTOR.
This letter she must have held open
for hours, for it was 2 o'clock in the
morning when wild peal of laughter
rang from her feverish lips and
into the room.
It took but q momen. tor them to
discover that their mistress was suf-
fering from a violent delirium. They
soothed her as best they could. The
noise and confusion had awakened the
boy. Running to the door leading into
his mothers room. he found it bolted,
and with his little heart f1uttering in
terror he pressed his ear close to the
'1eyhole and heard her wild rawlings.
Her voice had always been so soft and
low and full of soothing music. Now
It was sharp and hoarse and seemed to
asp his flesh with needless. What
'ould it all mean? Perhaps the end of
he world, about which he had heard
asst, unable to bear the terrible sus-
:ense longer, he cried through the
-eyhOe:
aunt Eve, what's the matter? Open
he door, quick"
mo. honey, you mustn't come in. Ye'
oa's awful sick. You run out ter de
arm, ketch de mare, en- fly for de doc
or while me en- Nelse stay wild her.
sun, honey, days nuttin' ter hurt
ar"
His little bare feet were soon pat
aring over the long stretch Of the back
orch toward the barn. The night
as clear and the sky studded with
tars. There was no moou. He was
brave little fellow. but fear greater
han all the terrors of ghosts and the
Thite sheeted dead with which negro
1perstition had filed his Imagination,
DIV nerved his child's soul. His
other was about to de. His very
cart ceased to beat at the thought.
= must bring the doc md bring
"a quickly.
lie few to the stab4z. ..ot looking
, the right or the left. The mare
;.i1innied as he opened the door to get
re bride.
It's me, Bessie. Mammals sick. We
,ust go for the doctor, quick.''
The mare thrust her head obedfently
own to the child's short arm for the
ride. She seemed to know by some
lstinct his quivering voice had reused
hat the home was in distress and her
| our had come to bear part.
In a nom mt he led her out through
he gate. climbed on the fence, and
.}rang on her back.
Now, Bess, fly for mer' he half
whispered, half cried through the
ears he could no longer keep back.
| The mare bounded forward in a swift
E@allop as she felt his trembling bare
legs clasp her sides, and the clatter of
her hoofs echoed in the boys ears
through the silent streets like the
thunder Of charging cavalry. How
IT'LL the night! He saw shadows
ander the trees, shut his eyes and
Gaming low on the mares neck pat
ed her shoulders with his hands and
| 'ried: f.
10 Led to pray. Lord, don't let he'll
SPlease. dear God, and l will al
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