IN THE HOSPITAL
It was a long, low, rather narrow room, lined with rows of cots, which
stretched on either side to the door, now left open to admit free
circulation of air. A muffled clock ticked on the mantelpiece. Two
soldiers, who had been permitted to visit their sick comrades, slumbered
heavily, one with head drooped on his chest, the other with chair tilted
against the window-facing, and dark-bearded face thrown back. The quivering
flame of the candle gleamed fitfully along the line of features--some
youthful, almost childish; others bearing the impress of accumulated years;
some crimsoned with fever, others wan and glistening with the dew of
exhaustion; here a forehead bent and lowering, as in fancy the sleeper
lived over the clash and shock of battle; and there a tremulous smile,
lighting the stern manly mouth, as the dreamer heard again the welcome bay
of watchdog on the doorstep at home, and saw once more the loved forms of
wife and children springing joyfully from the cheery fireside to meet his
outstretched arms. A few tossed restlessly, and frequent incoherent
mutterings wandered, waif-like up and down the room, sometimes rousing
Andrew, who once or twice lifted his head to listen, and then sank back to
slumber.
Before a small pine table, where stood numerous vials, Irene drew her
chair, and, leaning forward, opened her pocket-Bible, and rested her head
on her hand.
A wounded boy started up, twirling one arm, as if in the act of cheering,
and then fell back, groaning with pain which the violent effort cost him.
Irene stooped over him, and softly unbuttoning his shirt-collar, removed
the hot, bloody cloths from his lacerated shoulder, and replaced them with
fresh folds of linen, cold and dripping. She poured out a glass of water,
and lifted his head, but he frowned, and exclaimed--
"I won't have it in a tumbler. Mother, make Harry bring me a gourdful fresh
from the spring. I say, send Buddie for some."
She humoured the whim, walked out of the room, and paused in the passage.
As she did so, a dark form glided unperceived into a dim corner, and when
she re-entered the room with the gourd of water the figure passed through
the hall-door out into the night.
"Here is your gourd, Willie, fresh and cold."
He swallowed the draught eagerly, and his handsome face wore a touching
expression as he smiled and whispered--
"Hush! Jessie is singing under the old magnolia down by the spring. Listen!
'Fairy Belle!' We used to sing that in camp; but nobody sings like Jessie.
So sweet! so sweet!"
He set his teeth hard and shuddered violently, and taking his fingers in
hers she found them clenched.
"Andrew!"
"Here I am, Miss Irene."
"Go upstairs and ask the doctor to come here."
The surgeon came promptly.
"I am afraid he is going into convulsions. What shall I do for him?"
"Yes; just what I have been trying to guard against. I fear nothing will do
any good; but you might try that mixture which acted like a charm on
Leavans."
"Here is the bottle. How much shall I give?"
"A spoonful every half-hour while the convulsions last, if he can swallow
it; it can't possibly do any harm, and may ease his suffering. Poor fellow!
may the vengeance of a righteous God seek out his murderer! I would stay
here with you, Miss Huntingdon, if I could render any service. As it is, I
am more needed upstairs."
The paroxysms were short, but so severe that occasionally she required
Andrew's assistance to hold the sufferer on his cot, and as they grew less
frequent, she saw that his strength failed rapidly. Finally he fell into a
troubled sleep, with one hand clutching her arm.
Nearly an hour passed thus, and the nurse knelt softly beside her charge,
and prayed long and fervently that the soul of the young martyr might find
its home with God, and that his far-off mourning mother might be
strengthened to bear this heavy burden of woe.
As she knelt with her face upturned, a soft, warm palm was laid upon her
forehead, and a low, sweet, manly voice pronounced in benediction--
"May the Lord bless you, Irene, and abundantly answer all your prayers."
She rose quickly, and put out her disengaged hand.
"Oh, Harvey, dear friend! Thank God, I have found you once more."
He lifted the candle and held it near her face, scanning the sculptured
features, then stooped and kissed her white cheek.
"I felt that I could not be mistaken. I heard our soldiers blessing a pale
woman in black, with large eyes bluer than summer skies, and hair that
shone like rays of a setting sun; and I knew the silent, gentle, tireless
watcher, before they told me her name. For many years I have prayed that
you might become an instrument of good to your fellow-creatures, and
to-night I rejoice to find you, at last, an earnest co-worker."
"Where have you been this long time, Harvey? And how is it that you wear a
Confederate uniform?"
"I am chaplain in a Texas regiment, and have been with the army from the
beginning of these days of blood. At first it was a painful step for me; my
affections, my associations, the hallowed reminiscences of my boyhood, all
linked my heart with New York. My relatives and friends were there, and I
knew not how many of them I might meet among the war-wolves that hung in
hungry herds along the borders of the South. Moreover, I loved and revered
the Union--had been taught to regard it as the synonym of national
prosperity. Secession I opposed and regretted at the time as unwise; but to
the dogma of consolidated government I could yield no obedience; and when
every sacred constitutional barrier had been swept away by Lincoln--when
the _habeas corpus_ was abolished, and freedom of speech and press
denied--when the Washington conclave essayed to coerce freemen, to 'crush
Secession' through the agency of the sword and cannon--then I swore
allegiance to the 'Seven States' where all of republican liberty remained.
Henceforth my home is with the South; my hopes and destiny hers; her
sorrows and struggles mine."
His white, scholarly hands were sunburnt now; his bronzed complexion, and
long, untrimmed hair and beard gave a grim, grizzled aspect to the noble
face; and the worn and faded uniform showed an acquaintance with the
positive hardships and exposure of an active campaign.
"I expected nothing less from you, my brother. You were dear to me before;
but, ah, Harvey! how much dearer now in these dark days of trial, which you
have voluntarily chosen to share, with a young, brave, struggling Nation!"
His eyes dwelt upon her face as she looked gladly at him, and over her
waving hair his hands passed tenderly, as they had done long years before,
when she was an invalid in his father's house.
"You have found your work, and learned contentment in usefulness. Irene,
the peaceful look of your childhood has come back to your face. With my
face pressed against the window-pane, I have been watching you for more
than an hour--ever since Colonel Aubrey came out--and I know all the
sadness of the circumstances that surround you; how painful it is for you
to see those men die."
"Colonel Aubrey? He has not been here."
"Yes; I passed him on the steps; we rode up together from camp. He came on
special business, and returns at daylight; but I shall remain several days,
and hope to be with you as much as the nature of your engagements will
permit. Aubrey is from W----; you know him, of course?"
"Yes, I know him."
He saw a shade of regret drift over her countenance, and added--
"I have many things to say to you, and much to learn concerning your past;
but this is not the time or place for such interchange of thought and
feeling. To-morrow we will talk; to-night I could not repress my impatience
to see you, though but for a few moments."
She drew a chair near young Walton, the wounded boy, and seating herself,
continued--
"When independence is obtained, and white-robed Peace spreads her stainless
hands in blessing over us, let history proclaim, and let our people
reverently remember, that to the uncomplaining fortitude and sublime
devotion of the private soldiers of the Confederacy, not less than to the
genius of our generals and the heroism of our subordinate officers, we are
indebted for Freedom."
She laid her head close to the boy's mouth to listen to his low breathing,
and the minister saw her tears fall on his pillow and gleam on his auburn
locks. The delirium seemed to have given place to the dreamless sleep of
exhaustion, and folding one of her hands around his fingers, with the other
she softly stroked the silky hair from his fair, smooth forehead.
"Irene, will my presence here aid or comfort you? If so I will remain till
morning."
"No; you can do no good. It is midnight now, and you must be wearied with
your long ride. You cannot help me here, but to-morrow I shall want you to
go with me to the cemetery. I wish his family to have the sad consolation
of knowing that a minister knelt at his grave, when we laid the young
patriot in his last resting-place. Good-bye, my brother, till then. Electra
is in the next room; will you go in and speak to her?"
"No; I will see her early in the morning."
He left her to keep alone her solemn vigil; and through the remaining hours
of that starry June night she stirred not from the narrow cot--kept her
fingers on the sufferer's fleeting pulse, her eyes on his whitening face.
About three o'clock he moaned, struggled slightly, and looked intently at
her. She gave him some brandy, and found that he swallowed with great
difficulty.
Slowly a half-hour rolled away; Irene could barely feel the faint pulsation
at Willie Walton's wrist, and as she put her ear to his lips, a long, last
shuddering sigh escaped him--the battle of life was ended. Willie's Relief
had come. The young sentinel passed to his Eternal Rest.
"The picket's off duty for ever."
Tears dropped on the still face as the nurse cut several locks of curling
hair that clustered round the boyish temples, and took from the motionless
heart the loved picture which had been so often and so tenderly kissed in
the fitful light of camp-fires. Irene covered the noble head, the fair,
handsome features, with her handkerchief, and, waking Andrew, pointed to
the body--left her own ward, and entered one beyond the passage.
It was smaller, but similar in arrangement to the room where she had
passed the night. A candle was sputtering in its socket, and the cold,
misty, white dawn stared in at the eastern window upon rows of cots and
unquiet, muttering sleepers. There, in the centre of the room, with her
head bowed on the table, sat, or rather leaned, Electra, slumbering
soundly, with her scarlet shawl gathered about her shoulders--her watch
grasped in one hand, and the other holding a volume open at
"Hesperid-AEgle."
Irene lifted the black curls that partially veiled the flushed neck, and
whispered--
"Electra, wake up! I am going home."
"Is it light yet, out of doors? Ah, yes--I see! I have been asleep exactly
fifteen minutes--gave the last dose of medicine at four o'clock. How is the
boy? I am almost afraid to ask."
"Dead. Willie lived till daylight."
"Oh! how sad! how discouraging! I went to your door twice and looked in,
but once you were praying, and the last time you had your face down on
Willie's pillow, and as I could do nothing, I came back. Dr. Whitmore told
me he would die, and it only made me suffer to look at what I could not
relieve. I am thankful my cases are all doing well; that new prescription
has acted magically on Mr. Hadley yonder, who has pneumonia. Just feel his
skin--soft and pleasant as a child's."
"I have some directions to leave with Martha, about giving quinine before
the doctor comes down, and then I shall go home. Are you ready?"
"Yes. I have a singular feeling about my temples, and an oppression when I
talk--shouldn't wonder if I have caught cold."
"Electra, did you see Harvey last night?"
"No. Where did he come from?"
"He is chaplain in a regiment near Richmond, and said he would see us both
this morning. Was Russell here last night?"
"Russell? No. Why do you ask? Is he in the city? Have you seen him?"
She rose quickly, laid her hand on Irene's, and looked searchingly at her.
"I have not seen him, but your cousin Harvey mentioned that Colonel Aubrey
came up with him, on some very important errand, and had but a few hours to
remain. I will get my shawl and join you in five minutes. Electra, you must
stay at home and rest for a day or two; you are feverish, and worn out with
constant watching."