The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American RevolutionAbrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
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The Trials of the Soldier's Wife: A Tale of the Second American Revolution
Abrams, Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair)
Confederate States of America -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The next morning at about nine o'clock, a hearse might have been seen
in front of the old woman's cabin. Without any assistance the negro
driver lifted a little coffin from the chairs on which it rested in
the room, and conveyed it into the hearse. It then drove off slowly,
followed by the old negro and the infant, and drove to the burial
ground. There a short and simple prayer was breathed over the coffin,
and in a few moments a mound of earth covered it. Thus was buried the
little angel girl, who we have seen suffer uncomplainingly, and die
with a trusting faith in her advent to Heaven. No long procession of
mortals followed her body, but the Angels of God were there, and they
strewed the wood with the flowers of Paradise, which though invisible,
wafted a perfume into the soul sweeter than the choicest exotics of
earth.
From the grave of the child we turn to the mother, to see if her
sufferings died with the body of the Angel which had just been buried.
They had not, for still the eye of God was turned from the Soldier's
Wife, and he saw not the life of misery and degradation that she was
leading.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THIRD.
THE COMMITTAL.
On the morning that Ella was buried, Mrs. Wentworth was carried before
the Mayor, and charges preferred against her for robbery. The package
containing the remainder of the money had been found on her person the
night previous, and this evidence was brought forward against her.
"What are your charges against this woman, Mr. Swartz," began his
Honor.
"Vell your Honor," replied that individual, "I vill tell dem in but
few words. Dis voman called at my shtore yesterday, and begged me for
monish. I gave her von tollar, but she vouldn't take it, and after she
left de shtore I found out dat a package of monish, dat was on de safe
was gone, I den called mine clerk, and I look for de monish, and he
looked for de monish, but ve neider of us find de monish. Den I say
dat certainly somepody must take dish monish, and he say so too; den
ve remember dat dis voman vas leaning against de safe, and he told me
of it, and I remember too, and--"
"Explain your charges against the woman as briefly as possible, Mr.
Swartz," interrupted the Mayor. "I have not time to stay here
listening to a long round-about story."
"Von minute your Honor, von minute," replied the wretch. "I will soon
finish de account. As I vas saying, I remember dat dis voman vas
standing leaning by de safe and mine clerk tells me to go to de Trug
Shtore, as de voman vent in dere, and I goes in de Trug Shtore, and
Mr. Elkin he tells me dat de voman did come in dere and py some physic
and dat she valk up de street, and I goes up de street and--"
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