United States or Poland ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Egglestone went freely among the soldiers, and conversed with any who wanted to have speech of him; especially with Atwater; whose wife he had seen a few days before leaving Boston, where she came to see him, having learned who he was, and that he was about departing for the army in which her husband served. After long waiting, Frank's turn came at last.
"'Item. To Mehitabel Craig, my only surviving sister after the flesh, I give what alone she can claim of me, and what, as a dying sinner, I have no right to withhold, my full pardon for all offences. "'Item. To my present friend and comforter, Mr. Egglestone, as a memento of my deep obligations to him, I give my watch. "'Item.
It's neither life nor death, but sleep, that dim gulf between. Mr. Egglestone, who has been much about the hospital from the first, enters with a radiant look, and steps lightly to Frank's side. The drummer boy's eyes unclose, and smile their welcome. "Better, still better, I am glad to see!" says the minister, cheerily. "Almost well," answered Frank, although so weak that he can hardly speak.
"It's the minister that married Atwater!" the rumor ran round among the troops. "What's his name, Frank?" "His name's Egglestone," said Frank, his heart swelling with anxiety to speak with him.
With these words still ringing in his ear, Frank was taken away by the thoughtful Mr. Egglestone and compelled to lie down. "You must not agitate the old man, and you need repose yourself, Frank. I fear the effects of all this excitement, together with that wound, on your slender constitution." "O, my wound is nothing!" Frank declared.
Then followed an enumeration of certain stocks and deposits, amounting to the sum of three thousand dollars. The will was duly witnessed, and Mr. Egglestone was the appointed executor. Frank was silent; he was crying, with his hands over his face. "So you see, my young friend," said Mr.
The family waited, however, in what anguish of suspense need not to be told, until the next mail brought them letters from Mr. Egglestone and Captain Edney. By these, their worst fears were confirmed. Exposure, fatigue, excitement, the wound he had received, had done their work with Frank. He was dangerously ill with a fever. "O, dear!" groaned Mr. Manly, "this wicked, this wicked rebellion!
The licenses were in the hands of the minister, and with his musket at order arms by his right side, and his girl at his left, Atwater stood up to be married, as erect and attentive as if he had been going through the company drill. And in a few words Mr. Egglestone married them, Frank holding Atwater's musket while he joined hands with his bride.
O, Captain Edney! have the train wait until this couple can be married. It won't take a minute!" The case of the lovers was by this time well understood, not only by Captain Edney and Mr. Egglestone, but also by the conductor of the train and scores of soldiers and citizens. An interested throng crowded to witness the ceremony.
I can't understand it." "Well, never mind now. Here is Captain Edney talking with Helen and Mr. Egglestone, and Willie is playing with his scabbard. Pretty well acquainted this young gentleman is getting!" said Mrs. Manly, hastening to take the child away from the sword. "Pitty thord! pitty man!" lisped Willie, who had fallen violently in love with the captain and his accoutrements.
Word Of The Day