Part 10 (1/2)
'Can give a hundred certificates, if necessary, I hastily replied.
'I rather think you'll do,' said the officer with a smile, and he enrolled me as a soldier. 'When do you wish to leave?'
'Now--to-night--to-morrow--any time,' I eagerly answered.
'Promptness is a good quality, you will make a good soldier. Get ready to start at eight o'clock in the morning, for Newport, Ky.'
'I will be ready,' and, rus.h.i.+ng from the room, I hastened home, packed up my things, and threw myself down on the bed to sleep. But it was impossible. Heavy thoughts were crowding my mind with lightning speed, and I resolved to depart the next day, without bidding adieu to father or mother, sister or brother; but feeling a deep respect, which I held for my father's advice, would prevail and I should be induced to remain at home. I made the resolve and carried it out. The next morning I was at the office by seven o'clock, was furnished with a suit of regimentals, and departed for the railroad depot to start for Wheeling.
As I hurried along, who should turn the corner of the street but Eveline, and we met for the last time on earth. I informed her of my intentions, and, without manifesting any disposition of regret at my departure, she gaily said: ”'Good bye, and may good luck attend you,'
and she glided away.
”A new fuel was added to my desire to hasten from such scenes; and I had soon left the town for the Ohio. I will not weary you with further details, as my breath is failing fast. Suffice it to say I arrived in Mexico, and, here I am, peris.h.i.+ng by inches upon the battle-field.
”Here,” he continued, ”is a ring,” taking one from his finger, and presenting it to me, ”which was given me by Eveline as a bond of our marriage contract. I have worn it ever since, and, as I told her then, 'it shall leave me but with my death,' Take it to her, when you get back, and, if she be not married, give it to her, and tell her he who sent it never forgot her for a single moment, even in his dying hour, and is lying beneath the clods of a foreign soil. This Bible, give back to my father, and tell him I have studied its precepts: to my mother and sisters, say that I have sent them a son's and brother's dying love; tell my brothers to beware of human strife.”
He faltered in his speech, and then murmuring, ”I am going,” pressed my hand feebly and expired. I dug a lone grave upon the field, and laid him to ”sleep his last sleep,” until that day when all shall be summoned to a final account.
One year rolled on, and how chequered by pa.s.sing events! Chapultepec had fallen, the city of Mexico was taken, and peace, thrice glorious peace, had waved her pinions over the land of war. The volunteers were joyfully hastening to their homes, and, among the rest, I once more trod my native land, a freeman again in heart and soul. A spell of sickness at first confined me several weeks, but at length I rose wearied and feeble from my bed, and my physicians recommended a change of air. I traveled into Virginia, and one evening I entered the town of G----h. I inquired for the family of my friend, and was directed to a fine-looking building upon the princ.i.p.al street. I advanced and rang the bell, and anxiously waited an answer. At length the door opened, and an old grey-headed man stood before me, the lines of his face marked by care, and his whole appearance betokened one who had a deep grief at heart.
”Mr. ----, I presume?” said I, bowing.
”The same, sir; won't you walk in?” replied the old man, politely.
I entered the house, and was soon seated in the parlor, when the old man started to leave the room.
”I have something of importance for your private ear,” said I, hastily.
He turned towards me, and taking the Bible from my pocket, I held it up to view. Quicker than thought, the aged father sprang forward, caught the book in his hand, and murmured, as the tears fell slowly over his aged cheeks:
”My son, my son, you bring news of him.”
”I do, but it is very bad,” I answered, my voice trembling as I spoke, and I retold to him the scenes upon the battle-field.
When I had finished, the old man clasped his hands in agony, and, raising his eyes toward the ceiling, exclaimed, in deep and fervent tones, ”G.o.d's will be done!”
At this moment, a young lady of pale, care-worn countenance entered the parlor, and, rising, I said, ”Miss Eveline ----, I believe?”
”The same,” she calmly replied.
As her eyes glanced at the ring, which I silently presented, she stretched forth her hand, grasped it convulsively, then fell suddenly forward upon the carpet, the blood oozing rapidly from her mouth. The terrible ordeal had broken a blood-vessel, and her spirit pa.s.sed unchecked to another world.
A plain, marble slab, in the graveyard of the town of G----h, upon which is engraved the lone word, ”Eveline,” marks the last resting place of the betrothed of the Dying Volunteer.
ESCAPE FROM A MEXICAN QUICKSAND
BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.
A few days afterward, another adventure befell me; and I began to think I was destined to become a hero among the ”mountain men.”