A DAY IN THE HOSPITAL.
On almost every breeze came the sounds of conflicts or victories, or
defeats, or mournings and heart-breakings, which chimed harshly with the
shouts of exultations and cheers of the conquering hosts. On every
breeze went up also to the great Father and God of battles the wail of
anguish, the cry for mercy from breaking hearts, as well as the earnest
plea for protection for loved ones in the perils of war; and the gentle
spirit whispered to the despairing soul, "What I do ye know not now, but
ye shall know." Blessed comforter! What could be done with all the
mysteries of life that continually creep about us to chill and paralyze
our being were it not for its peaceful influences? But let us return to
glance at the terrible battle of Bull Run, which sent dismay into
thousands of homes where the dearest ties of love were severed and the
strongest links of earth broken forever. Let history paint the dark
cloud that hung over the blood-stained field, casting their sombre
shadows on the lonely graves of the early sacrificed.
There was much wondering in high circles how the plan of attack was so
well known to the opposite forces, which would have ceased could they
have looked in upon the "wealthy English lady" for a moment, who with
her hostess, was waiting for their private messenger who was expected
every moment with the latest news from the seat of conflict, which was
to assure them that the Union army was defeated. The dignity of the
mistress of Rosedale was for the time laid aside while she reveled in
the very abandonment of her exuberant joy.
"This pays me after all for the risks I have run," she exclaimed with a
toss of her regal head. "Wondering eyes will flash to-day, and aching
hearts exult. I have been waiting for this. The hour of vengeance never
loses itself though the whole world should turn over in wholesale
confusion."
"Do not, Mrs. Southey!" pleaded her companion, "for it seems even to me
that there is a sure prophecy in your words. Vengeance! Will it hunt us
out at last?"
"Hush! I was not speaking of such minor facts as ourselves. The
prophecy, as you term it, only incidentally bubbled up with the shouts
of victory; that was all." But the stern face paled perceptibly as she
uttered these careless words.
"It may be well to shout, still I advise you not to be too highly
elated, for remember the reports are not all in yet, and I am in
possession of a few drawbacks as to the final results. By the way, did
you notice the remark of that senator last night about traitors and
spies? I looked up to see if you experienced any peculiar sensations
about the throat."
"Did I show any signs of suffocation?"
"I did not perceive it."
"Then your look was not very penetrating. I hope all of my friends will
be equally considerate."
"Then you did feel a little uncomfortable?"
"Only for a moment. I might, of course, make a misstep that would
slightly disarrange my mask, and it would, as you know, be uncomfortable
to have curious eyes peering beneath it, and the possibility, at times,
causes a little unpleasantness." A smile played feebly across the face
of the speaker, which soon died away, leaving cheek and brow a shade
paler than before. No doubt her soul had taken another peep through the
rifted curtain that was shutting out her future, and beheld something
that must have appalled her. And what wonder? "The way of the
transgressor is hard."
"I have been thinking," continued the other lady, after a long pause,
"that we must follow the noble example of the patriotic ladies of
Washington and visit the hospitals. We might do great good there. Kindly
hearts and willing hands will, without doubt, be in great demand on the
present occasion. As for me, I am anxious to be about the work," and she
turned to the window.
"A grand thought, and shows conclusively that you have remarkable
diplomatic powers, altogether unlooked for in our sex. I shall be ready
to follow your lead in such a noble suggestion at our earliest
convenience; but it will never do to go empty-handed. The poor fellows
will need many things. If we are to be ministering angels, you know, we
must take the oil and wine."
How different from all this were the feelings and aspirations of the
little group gathered together in the widow's cottage on the banks of
the grand old Hudson. Three days after the above conversation in
Washington, Anna Pierson returned from the village post-office, as was
her custom, bearing in her hand several papers, which were distributed
as usual.
"No letters, Mother," was the prompt reply to the anxious, inquiring
look as she entered. "It is not time, unless they were written
immediately, and we should not expect that."
Her words were cheerful, for she had carefully prepared them during her
walk; but her heart was troubled with fearful apprehensions, and she
dared not consult one of those silent messengers that were clasped so
tightly in her hand until she had entered her own room and seated
herself by the window. Then she cast her eyes over the long columns:
"The Great Battle! From our own Correspondent." Why did she not read
further? She had longed all day for that very article, and now that it
was before her, her eyes turned towards the clouds in the west as though
her thoughts were all centered within their shadowy folds. Ah, there are
many hearts to-day wherein these sad memories still linger. _They_ could
tell why Anna Pierson did not read, why she shrank from the terrible
revelations that might be before her. There were many names included in
the correspondent's letter over which her eyes hurriedly ran.
"Thank God!" Fell from her lips as she reached the end of the list
without seeing a familiar name; but below was a P. S.:
"I have just learned that Col. St. Clair of the Confederate army has
been brought into our lines dangerously wounded."
The paper dropped upon the floor beside her as she sat silent and
motionless among the falling shadows, until a timid rap on the door
startled her. In a moment Ellen entered, and without a word threw
herself at Anna's feet, and, hiding her face in her companion's dress,
wept aloud. An arm stole softly about her neck and a hand smoothed
caressingly the dark braids of her hair.
"Don't, O don't, dear Ellen," she said; "let us talk together. I have
been a full half-hour coming to a conclusion regarding my duty in this
terrible crisis. Listen, now, while I tell you my determination." These
words of love were so gentle and kind, and her voice so full of
sympathy, that Ellen soon found herself soothed and comforted under
their tender influences.
"Yes, Anna, do tell me, for I was never at such a loss regarding my own
duty as now, and perhaps your decision may aid me."
"Perhaps it will. Well, it is this: I am going to him. He will need
tender care, and I will bestow it. You, dear girl, must take my place
here; will you?"
"Yes, Anna, but--"
"No matter; you know I was to give you my matured decision, so do not
imagine that it is possible for me to waver."
"Your mother, Anna; what will she say?"
"She will not hinder me. But I shall expect you to be a daughter to her
as well as to your own parents. All will need you to cheer them during
my absence. I shall place them in your care with the full faith that all
will be well."
"I cannot understand you, Anna. I came here faint and trembling at the
very thought of his sufferings, to find you all ready to go to his
relief, willing to sacrifice home for only a friend, while I, his
sister, had not supposed such a thing possible."
"Only a friend." Was this true? Could sympathy alone have compelled such
a sacrifice? Memories of other days came stealing in upon her senses
like sweet odors from a far-off land, but she thrust them aside, and
kissing the upturned face before her, said, smilingly:
"Never mind, dear; perhaps you will know me better some day. You are,
however, mistaken in thinking me all ready, for I shall be obliged to
wait until Monday to finish my preparations. I shall gather a few
luxuries with many little things that I feel I shall require; so let us
go to work and banish present sorrow with busy hands."
True to her purpose, in three days Anna emerged from her baptism of
benedictions and farewells, and, laden with endearing messages and
tokens of love for the suffering one, stepped on board the "Vanderbilt,"
that was to bear her forward on her chosen errand of mercy. Numerous and
varied were the emotions that took possession of her heart as, when
alone seated on the deck of the noble steamer, she found time at last
for calm reflection. Would she find him alive? And would he be glad to
see her? Then came stealing into her thoughts the unwelcome fact, like
the whisperings of the serpent in the garden of flowers: "He is a
rebel!" The suggestions ran on; "will it be possible to minister to the
necessities of one like him without incurring censure? A _rebel_!" Tears
came to her eyes. She had taken no time for weeping since the sad news
reached her, but now she gave free vent to them although knowing that
curious eyes were upon her. But sorrow was no uncommon spectacle in
those days of bereavement and heart-breakings. Then came a thought as
softly as steals the soft sunbeam that dries up the summer rain: "My
brothers are safe; his hand is powerless now to do them harm. Who knows
but he will cease to contend for a cause he has not loved; to struggle
for a victory his heart never desired."
[Illustration: "SHE PLACED THE CUP TO HIS LIPS."]
One who had not looked on the scenes in a hospital after a battle, has
no idea of the soul-depressing sights that everywhere present
themselves. So thought Anna who, after two days of restlessness and
anxiety in Washington, at last obtained permission to go to Alexandria
where she was most needed. While standing among the dead and dying, what
wonder that her cheeks paled and her eyes were filled with tears of
pity? It was where new accessions were almost continually being made of
such as had not previously been able to be moved from the field-tents
and private houses where they had been carried. The poor sufferers were
brought in upon stretchers or blankets and laid on the floor, waiting
for their wounds to be examined, or the stumps of amputated limbs to be
redressed, and weather-beaten bodies to be made more comfortable
generally; before being taken to the next ward, where nice clean beds
were waiting them. Just before her a young man with dark brown hair and
deep blue eyes was lying on a mattress where two men had placed him. One
leg was gone, and a blood-stained bandage was about his forehead. How
pale and wan he looked! His gaze was upon her, and his lips moved. In a
moment she was beside him. "Water," was all she could make out. Here was
work; why should she be looking for any other? She placed the cup to his
lips and raised his head tenderly while he drank. A cup of cold water!
How sweet were the blessings that came in upon her soul as she gave it
to him! "Thank you," and a feeble smile came to his lips.
"Will you take this basin and wash some of their hands and faces?" asked
a cheery voice near her. "I will get another. Poor fellows; they sadly
need soap and water before clean clothing can be put on them."
It was a kind, sympathizing face into which she looked while listening
to the request, and although she hesitated to commence so strange a
task, it was but for a moment. There was a world of thankfulness in the
blue eyes that looked into hers as she took away the blood-stained
bandage and smoothed back the dark locks from the brow while she bathed
and cooled it with a soft, gentle hand.
"You are so kind," he murmured at last; "God bless you."
"He does," was the quiet answer, and the mild eyes closed, but not to
sleep.
"Do you suffer much?" she asked as she laid the hand she had been
washing back on the heaving breast.
"Not much; yet I shall not live. My mother, O my mother!" A tear escaped
from beneath the closed lids and dropped down upon the hard pillow. Anna
saw it as she turned to leave and stopped to wipe it away. "I will see
you again," she whispered and then passed on.
A burly son of Erin was lying near with an arm missing and a foot
thickly bandaged. With an encouraging smile from the nurse who was
engaged in administering to one who might have been his brother, Anna
bared her arms to the work.
"Shall I try to improve your appearance a little?" she asked, at the
same time kneeling beside him.
"Holy Vargin bless ye, Miss," he ejaculated. "It's not the likes of ye's
who should be doin' it; but the Son of Mary will bless ye, Miss. Look
yonder," he continued, "d'ye see that gray-back in the corner there?
He's a reb; ye's wont wash his face, sure?"
"Certainly we will," replied Anna, who could not help smiling at the
eagerness of her questioner. "The Bible tells us to 'do good to them
that despitefully use us.' I have no doubt his face needs washing as
much as your's, and should I not do it?"
"Faith and I'd put lots of soap in his eyes, and wash up instead of
down, if I did it at all, at all."
The girl sighed as she tugged away at the worn out boot that seemed
unwilling to yield to her powers, but it came off at last, and with
elevated nostrils she continued her labor of mercy. While thus engaged
she looked occasionally towards the rebel coat in the corner; but it was
not he for whom she had been anxiously searching, yet her heart did not
fail to upbraid her for an apparent neglect. She had inquired as often
as she thought judicious, but had learned nothing. "Perhaps he will soon
be brought in," she thought, and her eyes turned searchingly upon every
new-comer. Close by was one who had just finished his mortal sufferings,
and beyond another so still that one might have thought him dead; but as
Anna laid her hand upon his forehead he opened his eyes and looked at
her.
The surgeons were busy with their work, and all day her hands were never
idle. Three times had she received the last words of love from pallid
lips for loved ones far away, and each time had promised to send their
precious remembrances or tokens of undying affection from the lost whom
they never in life would look upon again; and no wonder that at last she
should return to her lodgings weary and sick at heart!
"I fear I have kept you waiting," she said as she passed her landlady in
the hall; "but I have been very busy."
"I understand it; how worn-out you must be! Katy is in the kitchen
keeping a cup of tea for you," and with a thankful heart Anna proceeded
thither followed by the lady.
"I hope you will pardon me," she continued, "but a soldier has been
almost thrust upon me to-day, and I have been obliged to change your
room. I was sure you would forgive me after you knew all. He is an
officer whom the general did not like to take to the hospital, as it
would not be very pleasant for him, being a prisoner from the
Confederate army."
"A Confederate?" queried Anna, with some agitation. "Do you know his
name?"
"Colonel St. Clair. Why, my dear girl, how strangely you look! Is he a
friend of yours?"
"He is. Is he severely wounded?"
"Badly, I believe, yet I do not know how. Would you like to see him
to-night?"
"No, unless he needs my services."
"I think he was sleeping when I came down. The surgeon was here an hour
ago, and his negro servant is with him now."
"Then I will not disturb him. In the morning I will go."
Anna Pierson forgot her weariness as she seated herself with her writing
desk to finish up her day's toils by penning the promised letters of
sympathy and condolence to the friends of those who had that day entered
the silent land where there would be no more war; and when all was
finished thoughts of home, and loved ones waiting there, came and she
wrote on, closing with the promise to finish on the morrow after she had
seen him whom she came to seek. And then she slept.
Before the night had gathered up all its dark shadows there came a low
rap on her door which aroused her, and, springing from her bed, wondered
how she could have slept so long. Mrs. Howard entered.
"I am sorry to awake you so soon," she said, "but he seems so anxious to
have you come to him, that I could not well wait longer. I told him
there was a lady here to see him, but would not tell him your name. He
appears a little brighter this morning, and says he rested pretty well,"
she continued. "Shall I tell him you are coming?"
"Yes, in just a minute; for you know it does not take us Yankee girls
long to dress," she responded, assuming a playfulness she did not at all
feel. True to her word, however, in a marvelously short time she opened
the door of the sick man's chamber softly and closed it again as
noiselessly behind her. His face was turned towards the wall, and he did
not move until she stood beside him. Softly laying her hand on his she
whispered his name, "George St. Clair." A sudden flush of joy
overspread his face as his fingers closed tightly over hers, while the
response, "Anna, my good angel, how came you here?" burst from his lips.
"How glad I am that I have not on that hated uniform. You will not
despise me now? But tell me first how came you here?"
"Just as any one would who had not wings to fly; but my mission is to
take care of you until you get well."
"I am unworthy. But talk to me of loved ones, of yourself, of
everything."
A pleasant hour followed, and both were happier than they had been for
many a day. Clouds were rising that were to cover the calm blue of the
clear sky above them, but they saw them not.
How kind in the Father to deal out his chastenings as he does his
blessings, one by one, else the poor heart could not bear them!
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