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her face, felt a thrill of exultation, a pride in her 
brave son, which, for the time kept her tears 
back. But the tears came when she heard no 
longer the martial music that cheered him on— 
when the noonday silence (ell around her, ami 
the noonday light, gay. glaring, pitiless, looked 
in upon her. She shut her window blinds and 
drew down her curlaim?; for the bright day 
seemed .mocking her. Mute with sorrow, she 
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THE DYING SOLDIER. 
She little knew what bitter, despairing thoughts 
were struggling just then in his heart. When it 
was all over he had. just begun to realize how 
strong had been his unconscions hope to die. It 
would have been so much better, he thought, this 
helpless, disfigured bulk, shut out by fate from 
manhood's work and woman's love. Her passion 
of tears did him good. Remembering how Bbe 
loved him, be grew strong to live for her sake. 
Very gently he touched her hair as he Baid, 
“ Mother, you would rather have me as I am 
than not to have me at all?” 
Ilow that question stilled her repinings! How 
many mothers had given to the good cause their 
all — how many were weeping at that hour road, 
useless tears, which never thrilled the cold fore¬ 
heads of dead sons! She had her boy with her 
still—she could touch his lips—look in his eyes— 
he could hear when she spoke. Wbat had she to 
do with sorrow? What was it to give an arm, 
and the grace of movement she had loved to 
watch, when still she could keep her boy, her 
brave, true boy? Smiling again through her 
tears she whispered, 
“ Charley. God in good. I think how desolate 
I must have been without you, and even as it is 
I am content.” 
Never had Captain Charley ♦x-.en bo true a hero 
as when he put aside his own sorrow, the dojvn. 
fall of his hopes, the wound to his pride, and 
resolved to'strive to live not only, but to be con¬ 
tented with life for her sake. 
In the days that followed, she nursed him back 
to health again. Never after that first hour, did 
either of them breathe a single regret. They ac¬ 
cepted life with thankfulness, not protests; and I 
think at last Captain Charley grew even to be 
glad that he had been allowed to intake his sacri¬ 
fice for bis country so costly. 
The last week of May she brought him home. 
The apple trees were in flower, full of a pink 
whiteness of glorious bloom. The fields about 
their country house were green ; fend again, as 
when he went away, roses and heliotropes nod¬ 
ded in the open windows, and the bird, thrilling 
to old memories of summer isles, trilled over 
them a mutinous jubilee of sweet sounds, which 
the wild robins and gay orioles outside strove 
longingly to emulate. And so, amidst birds and 
flowers and sunshine, Captain Charley sat down 
again at home. 
“My work is over now,” he said, glancing, 
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had done what he would have counseled, anil 
she fitj engtbened herself with his approval, as 
she had done so many times during their short 
life together. So she grew strong, having tasted 
the air of heaven, to let in again the joy and light 
of earth. 
But the hardest trial came afterward. For the 
extreme moments Of life there is vouchsafed to 
our need heavenly manna; it is our daily bread 
that we have to toil and pray for. As the slow 
days went on. and she could not hear her boy’s 
gay voice making the great house cheery, could 
catch no echo of luughter, no gleam of sunshine 
from his face, all her faith in heaven, all her 
belief tha* she had done right could not eaic her 
longing and hearbacbe. 
you know how it is when t friend dies and you 
believe they have gone 1 trie to a happiness 
beside which the brightest hours of earth fade 
into nothing. If you coulo yon would not take 
the responsibility of calling them back to the 
sphere of doubt and waiting; and yet, 
“ The leut touch of their hand* in the morning you keep 
day and night: 
Their knit xtep on the stairs still throbs through yon, if 
ever no light; 
Their least gift, which they left to your childhood in long 
ago years, .... . 
I* now turned from a toy to a relic, and gazed at through 
tears.” 
And if Charley Wayne had been dead his 
mother would hardly have felt her solitude 
deeper than Bhe felt it for the first few weeks 
after lie went away. But as time passed on she 
grew more accustomed to her loneliness, and his 
letters began to give her comfort. He was in an 
engagement now and then, and came through 
safely. She began to hope she should see him 
again. 
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poms, the suiiBhine on ms goiueu wings, Hurreu 
some slumbering bird memory of his, and made 
him think he was at homo again in the summer 
isle round which the purple sea breaks mur- 
murously, and where the roses bloom all the 
year. The furniture was light and graceful. 
The carpet was gray. Nothing was red (here 
but the two faces, mother and Bon. They had 
been talking long and earnestly. Then for 
awhile they had sat in silence which the son, 
Charley Wayne, was the first to break. 
“If you were poor, mother, aud really needed 
me, I would stay at home without saying a word.” 
“ My heart is poor—my heart needs you. You 
are my all. For the rest, I will sell all I have 
and give to the poor, and you shall stay and work 
for me.” 
Charley looked up at her with eyes whose 
meaning always stirred her soul, for they were 
the eyes of her youth's love. Over such eyes 
grew the roses and violets of that, same June of 
18C2. 
“What would f'aYner have said, mother?” 
The question found its mark. She well knew 
from whence came her sou’s quick courage, his 
eyes of earnest meaning, liis heart tnie as steel, 
warm as summer. If father were living he 
would not have been the lost to follow the bngle 
call. Yet she did not want to utter her own sen¬ 
tence of doom. 
She did not speak for a little while. She 
seemed to see again the face of her lost love—to 
hear his voice, which had, through the years of 
life together, been at once guide and comfort 
She almost seemed to hear in the still summer 
air the downward swoop of wings, and to feel 
upon her brow a touch of peace and healing. 
How strong he was—handsome, nublc and brave; 
just the stuff of which heroes are made. Had she 
any right to deprive the good cause of the blows 
that stout right arm could strike? After all, 
what were peace and security, which only the 
sacrifice of the right could purchase? If this 
life were all—but when the words spoken must, 
echo through the everlasting spaces, when the 
deeds done here must make or mar the life that 
never ends, could even love and loneliness make 
her so weak as to purchase the present with the 
future? She looked at Charley still, hut she 
could not see turn for the tears gathering in her 
soft, motherly blue eyes* 
“ Father would say go,” she’whispered, “ and 
I must say what father would, must I not? I 
must prove myself worthy to have been his wife. 
But he is dead, and if I should lose you also, oh! 
whom have I left? ” 
“ God!” 
Did Charley speak, or was it the voice of a 
strong angel calling down from the eternal 
heights? 
Mrs. Wayne bowdfl her head reverently, 
silenced by that word, by the thought of the 
love beyond hope or longing which might be 
hers, if she would. She dared not again call 
herself alone in the universe. She only put out 
her band silently, and Charley took it 
“Never fear, mother. All who fight do not 
fall. I shall come back to you, and you shall sit 
when you are old under my vine and fig tree and 
tell your grandchildren stories of how their 
father helped to save the country.” 
“ Heaven grant it,” she whispered, trying to 
be brave, and smile, as he left her to tell the 
boys of the Twenty-first that he was ready to 
accept the Lieutenant’s commission that had 
been offered him. 
It was a proud day when be marched away 
with his men. Even his mother, as she watched 
him from the window, and met the fearless eyes 
. which softened into a glance of love as they saw 
Before 1862 was over she heard of his promo¬ 
tion—Captain Charley now; she had grown 
strong enough to feel glad and proud when she 
heard of it. She wrote him a cheerful letter of 
praise and congratulation, which he put next his 
heart and wore more proudly than his new 
honors. He hml never known — would he ever 
know?—a dearer love. His mother was still for 
him first among women. 
One day, early in March, he wrote her how 
beautiful the Virginia spring was; how the wild, 
bright blosBoms were opening soft eyes to a 
softer sky, and (he birds were singing a song of 
peace, peace, when for man there was no peace. 
While -he was reading his letter other tidings 
came; a long dispatch from one who knew and 
loved her boy; the story of an action, such as in 
these days of great battles we scarcely think of, 
where only a few companies were engaged, but 
in which Charley had fallen severely wounded 
—fallen, as she would be proud to hear, while 
bravely cheering on his men 
bravely cheering on his men. lie was wounded 
in arm and leg, but was safely in the hospital, 
and, they hoped, would do well. 
It is strange how much strength is in the 
weakest and most loving type of women in the 
hours which try meu's souls. 1 do not think 
good Dr. Holmes, used to the horrors of the dis¬ 
secting room, made ready one whit more cooly 
to start on his “search for the Captain” than 
she on hers for Captain Charley. I think she 
forgot nothing which she could need, and 1 do 
not believe a tear fell till all her preparations 
were over, and she sat in the cars on her way to 
him. What if her tears did fall then silent and 
bitter, behind her thick vail? There would be 
no stain of them when he saw her face which 
must be cheerful for his sake. 
How the time went she never knew till she 
stood beside his bed —saw him white and weak, 
with the impress of terrible pain on his face— 
but saw him alive, in this world. 
“How you must have hurried, mother, to get 
here so soon! 1 did not expect you yet, but I am 
glad you are here. They will cut my arm off to¬ 
morrow. They can't save it Sometimes such 
an operation proves fatal. I don't think it will 
in my case. I keep up a good heart; but if I 
should die, I should like to touch your hand and 
seo your face the last thing in this world. First 
and last there's nothing like mother.” 
All that night she sat by him. If she was tired 
with her journey she did not know it. She only 
knew that to-night he was with her — to-morrow 
might be flowing between them the waters of 
that river from whoBe farther shores comes back 
no echo. 
The morning came at length, and with it the 
hour which was to decide his fate. Firmly he 
insisted upon sending his mother away. The 
moment there was any fears of death he told her 
she should he called; jn the meantime he was 
resolute to spare her the sight of his suffering. 
She resisted for a while, then yielded to the force 
of his will. She never could have known worse 
torture, however,] than her waiting. Was it for 
hours or moments—she could never tell — that 
she sat there with shut eyes and clasped hands 
waiting for her summons. 
At last the assistant surgeon touched her arm. 
“He has home the operation, Madam, much 
i better than we feared. We shall save his leg, 
thoiich ho may always be a little lame. His arm 
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