Private W. in Love and Luck.

young man gradually recovered from the effects of his wound, and was himself again. A tender regard had in the meantime sprung up between the young lady and the young soldier, and, to cut very short the

At the first battle of Bull Run there was a soldier by the name of W—————, who, like many others on that memorable occasion, straggled away from his command. After walking, or rather running, for sev- turn the story in such cases made and eral hours, he became very much fatigued, provided usually takes, they were betrothand after taking good precaution that there ed. The soldier returned to his northern were no rebels either within sound or home on furlough. But while there he sight, he lay down to sleep by the side of learned of the sudden and severe indispo a fence, and slept sweetly and soundly sition of her who was soon to become his during the night. Late in the morning, bride. Shocked at the unexpected intelwhen the sun was indeed near midnoon, ligence, he hastened on his journey back he woke to find himself in a strange land, to her side, but, as the sad result showed, and perhaps among the bitterest enemies only to bury her loved form in the cold emof the country. brace of the grave. The old man, however, But the demand of hunger soon silenced still true to the attachment he had formed the voice of prudence and caution. See- for the young soldier, told him that he ining a mansion on a hill in the distance, tended to make him his heir,—that he had surrounded by parks and meadows, orch- no children left, and no relatives, except ards and evergreens, artificial fountains those in rebellion, and that he should now and natural streams of clear running wa- share with him his estate. He at once. ter, in fact everything tending to show gave him a deed to a considerable propthat it was one of the first-class old Virgi-erty in Chicago. The young man, a few nia plantations, the home of courtly ele- weeks after, visited that modern miracle gance and refinement, our soldier, tired and Babylon combined, and found that his with a weary step, and a fainting, famish- little Chicago fortune would realize the ing heart, knocked at the door of the man-handsome sum of two hundred thousand sion. He was cordially received, for the dollars, being offered sixty thousand dolold Virginia planter was faithful among lars for a single block to which he had the faithful few. He remained long enough to recruit his wasted energies and get information as to the most direct route to Washington. But the name of the young soldier was not forgotten by the planter, nor his manly bearing and genial tempera

ment.

fallen heir. But this is not all of the strange and eventful story. The old man soon after died, leaving all his fortune— more than eight hundred thousand dollars to the young Union soldier.

and her

Pictures of Mrs. Major G"Boy." Mrs. G, wife of a slain officer, was promoted by the President of the United States to the position of Major in the army, in recognition of her bravery in the field and services in the hospital to the Union soldiers. The female Major afterwards sojourned in Cleveland for some days, and finally was married there to a

W- re-enlisted in another regiment, and at the second battle of Bull Run was severely though not dangerously wounded. He was taken to the hospital at Washington. His old Virginia friend, who had so highly appreciated his character, learned of his illness. He sent to the hospital and obtained an order for permission to take him to his own home. He was removed, when through the kindness of the planter private in the Forty-ninth New York regiand the attentions of his daughter, the ment-a mere boy. The happy couple

subsequently visited an artist's studio for jor's shirt, and catching his breath, boyfashion, said,

the purpose of having their likenesses taken. The lady Major, after inquiring the price of several cases-and failing to be suited thereat-exclaimed: "If you knew who I am, perhaps you would give me a picture!" She then exhibited to the operator several badges, etc., and made known her name and position. "I can see no reason why you should not pay for a picture, and a good round price at that, for you are getting a pretty plump salary," said Mr. Operator. "That may be," archly replied the bright woman, "but do you see that 'ere boy?" pointing to her husband: "In all probability, besides having him to take care of, I shall have his dad and mammy on my hands soon!" Matters were finally "adjusted," and Mrs. Major G did not leave without a picture of herself and "boy."

Northern Schoolma'ams in Georgia.

"Are you from New England?"

"I was born in Massachusetts," was the reply.

"So was my mother," returned the boy, brightening up; "She was a New England girl, and she was what you call a 'schoolma'am,' up north; she married my father, and I'm their boy, but how she does love New England and the Yankees, and the old United States, and so do I."

The Major was touched, as well he might be, and his heart warmed to the boy as to a young brother; and he took out his knife, severed a button from his coat and handed to him for a remembrance.

"Oh, I've got half a dozen just like it. See here!" and he took from his pocket a little string of them, gifts of other boys in blue. "My mother would like to see you," he added, " and I'll go and tell her."

"What are you doing there!" growled A body of Federal prisoners had reached the guard, suddenly wheeling around upon Rome, Georgia, en route for Richmond. him, and the boy slipped away into the Weary, famished, thirsting, they were crowd and was gone. Not more than half herded like cattle in the street, under the an hour elapsed before a lovely lady, acburning sun, a public show. It was a companied by the little patriot, passed gala day in that modern Rome. The slowly down the sidewalk next to the curbwomen, magnificently arrayed, came out stone. She did not pause, she did not and pelted them with balls of cotton, and with such characteristic feminine sneers and taunts as, "So you have come to Rome, have you, you Yankees? How do you like your welcome?"-and then more cotton and more words. The crowds and the hours came and went, but the mockery did not intermit, and the poor fellows were half out of heart. Major P., of an Ohio regiment, faint and ill, had stepped back a pace or two and leaned against a post, when he was lightly touched upon the arm. As he looked around, mentally nerving himself for some more ingenious insult, a fine looking, well dressed boy of twelve stood at his elbow, his frank face speak; if she smiled at all it was faintly; turned up to the Major's. With a furtive but she handed to one and another of the glance at a rebel guard who stood with prisoners bank notes as she went. As his back to them, the lad, pulling the Ma- they neared the Major, the boy gave him

a significant look, as much as to say, to, particularly as the two Yankees were "That's my New England mother." The pronounced by all the physicians as hopeeyes of the elegant lady and the poor, less cases.' But the Lieutenant's appeal weary officer met, for an instant, and she to the ladies was answered by instant passed away like a vision out of sight. kindness. They proceeded to the 'dead Who would not join in fervently breath- tent,' and stated that the two sufferers had ing two beautitudes: God bless the young been there all day, and were considered Georgian, and blessed forever be the north- dead. Lieutenant S. procured some exern school-ma'am ! cellent whiskey for them, their faces were Yes, she was one of those Massachu-washed, more spirit was administered at setts ministers of wisdom and good- proper intervals, food was given, and to ness, so many of whom, under the inspi- the astonishment of all the doctors, those ration of that great-hearted man, Gover- two fellows were walking about the streets nor Andrew, have left the Old Bay State, of Leesburg in less than three days, comand all its attractions of piety, literature, fortably smoking their pipes, or fighting thrift and refinement, to instruct and ele- their battles over again, around the fire vate the children of the South, and reclaim of the mess-rooms. its vast moral wastes.

"Hopeless Cases."

Yankee Pris'ner 'Scaped from Richmon'.

"John Bray," of the First New Jersey When the wounded were being brought cavalry, was captured by a band of Mosinto the churches at Leesburg, after the by's rough-riders, at Warrenton, Va., and battle, friend and foe were accommodated duly escorted as a prisoner to Richmond. alike with whatever the Confederates had, From this imprisonment he, by great dexand the ladies were busy in their various terity, managed to escape, one Sabbathoffices of mercy and kindness. Outside a holy day which blessed his deed. At one of the churches a tent was raised for eleven o'clock that night he was within the reception of the dead. Lieutenant nine miles of New Kent Court House, Small, of the Confederate service, was having traveled a distance of twenty-one searching for a poor friend of his among miles since noon. He passed that night the many bodies, and found two Yankees, in a swamp, asleep, exhausted, chilled, and thrown in among the others. They were sore, and had lost his way. The next sighing, and he immediately pulled them morning, while pursuing again his devious out, placed a body under their heads for path, a negro suddenly confronted him. a pillow, and examined their hurts. One Says "John: "-Whence he came I knew had received a shot in the left eye; being not; I only knew that he stood before me a common round musket ball, it had passed with a look of inquiry in his eyes, as much round the skull and came out at the left as to say, Who are you, sir? I was, of In the second case, the ball had course, startled; but I remembered that I passed in a direction exactly opposite to wore a rebel uniform, and met him accordthis. They were not dead, but they had ingly. But he was not to be deceived. been thrown aside to die, while many of "Yer can't come dat game on dis chil," their comrades were comfortably provided he said with a sparkle in his eye; “I for in churches and schools. The doctors knows you, sar; you'se a Yankee pris'ner in attendance were busy, and treated 'scaped from Richmon'." Then, as if to Lieutenant S. like a Union sympathizer, reassure me, he hurriedly added, "But and to all his appeals in behalf of suffer- Lor' bless yer, massa, I won't tell on yer; ing humanity, swore roundly that they I'se real glad yer's got away." had something more important to attend

ear.

I saw in a moment the fellow could be

pushed on, keeping the road as nearly as I could.

trusted-I have never seen a negro yet, in this war, who could not be trusted by the Union soldier; and so I unbosomed At eleven o'clock, Tuesday night, " John myself to him at once, telling him the Bray" reached the suburbs of Williams

Frankie Bragg, the Boy Patriot at Donelson.

"Dis chil' glad to help yer,", he replied, in a tone of real pleasure, and with a In one of the Union hospitals at Padubright look in his eyes, and at once started cah was one of Birges's sharpshooters, off at a rapid pace, leading me across the who did such excellent service at Fort fields, a distance of four miles, to the Donelson. He was a brave and noble house of another negro, to whom he ex-boy. There were several kind ladies plained my situation and wishes. Here I taking care of the sick. Their presence was given something to eat, both the was like sunshine. Wherever they walkman and woman treating me with the ed the eyes of the sufferers followed them, greatest kindness; and after a short rest One of these ladies thus spoke of little again set out, this time with my host Frankie Bragg:-Many will remember as guide, for the main road, from which him; the boy of fifteen, who fought valI had wandered. This was soon reached, iantly at Donelson, one of the bravest and parting with my black friend, I of Birges's sharpshooters, and whose an

ing the army was

swer to my questioning in regard to join- I was a very little boy, and I never forgot it. I have always said my prayers every day, and tried not to be bad. Do you think God heard me always?"

"I joined because I was so young and strong, and because life would be worth nothing to me unless I offered it for my country!"

I saw him die. I can never forget the pleading gaze of his violet eyes, the brow from which ringlets of light-brown hair were swept by strange fingers bathed in the death-dew, the desire for some one to care for him, some one to love him, in his last hours. I came to his side, and he clasped my hand in his own, fast growing cold and stiff. He said:

"O, I am going to die, and there is no one to love me. I did not think I was going to die till now; but it can't last long. If

Frankie Bragg.

"Yes, most assuredly. Did he not promise, in his good Book, from which your mother taught you, that he would always hear the prayers of his children? Ask, and ye shall receive. Don't you remember this? One of the worst things we can do is to doubt God's truth. He has promised, and he will fulfil it. Don't you feel so, Frankie?"

He hesitated a moment, and then answered, slowly: "Yes, I do believe it. I am not afraid to die, but I want somebody to love me."

The old cry for love, the strong yearning for sympathy of kindred hearts-it would not be put down.

"Frankie, I love you. Poor boy! you shall not be left alone. Is not this some comfort to you?"

"Do you love me? Will you stay with me, and not leave me?"

"I will not leave you. Be comforted, I will stay as long as you wish."

I kissed the pale forehead as if it had been that of my own child. A glad light flashed over his face.

"Oh, kiss me again; that was given like my sister. Mrs. S -, won't you kiss me, too? I don't think it will be so hard to die, if you will both love me."

my sisters were only here; but I have no friends near me now, and it is so hard!" "Frankie, I know it is hard to be away It did not last long. With his face from your relatives, but you are not friend- nestled against mine, and his large blue less; I am your friend. Mrs. S and eyes fixed in perfect composure upon me the kind doctor are your friends, and we to the last moment, he breathed out his will all take care of you. More than this, life. So he died for his country, and rests God is your friend, and he is nearer to on the banks of the beautiful Ohio. you now than either of us can get. Trust him, my boy. He will help you."

A faint smile passed over the pale sufferer's features, as he asked

"Oh, do you think he will?"

Then, as he held my hands closer, he turned his face more fully toward me, and said:

"My mother taught me to pray when

All for Nothing.

The kind of work which was accomplished by the noble women of the North and West, through the agency of the Sanitary Commission, during the war, is well known. Here is an incident in point:

A Scotch woman, after nursing her