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Show A TOUCHING INCIDENT. Now the elections is over and the probabilities that General Garfield will be the President certain, following will be read by all with touching interest. It was narrated by Mrs. Hazlett, a lady orator, at the late ‘mass meeting at Kalamazoo, Michigan. In the course of her remarks she related that she was once riding on a railroad, and shortly before reaching Erie a man got on the train, having on an army overcoat. He appeared sick and feeble, and went through a terrible chill. Soon after the hill left the fever came, and he was parched and weak. The hectic flush came upon each cheek, showing that he was in the last stages of consumption. At the next station a gentleman came into the car, took a seat opposite to the sick soldier, and at once noticed that he was ill. The gentleman at once threw down his valise, went to the side of the soldier and addressed him thus. "My poor fellow, are you sick. Let me help you in some way. Where are you going?" He replied, "I am going to Erie-going home to die-going to see my mother, and die there. I have been in the army. I have not seen my mother for years, and am going back with this decaying frame to have it buried with my people's dead. I am not the man I was when I left the old home; but I must not complain-I have helped save our country;" and then he looked up with a smile more than earthly. The gentleman said, "You have had a bad fever;" and he drew from his pocket a fine linen handkerchief, went to the water-tank, soaked it in cold water, and returned and placed it upon the soldier's brow. Soon the moisture of the handkerchief was absorbed by the parched heat of the brow, and the gentleman, taking it from his head, unfolded the handkerchief. "And there," Mrs. Hazlett says, "I saw worked into the handkerchief, in one corner, the name of James A. Garfield." |