The silent crowd pushed nearer, and listened with strained attention as this despatch was read:=
```Headquarters Sanitary Commission,
````Harrison’s Landing, Va., Wednesday Morning.=
To Postmaster Octavius, N. Y.:
No words can describe magnificent record soldiers of Dearborn County, especially Starbuck, made past week. I bless fate which identified my poor services with such superb heroism. After second sleepless night, Col. Starbuck now reposing peacefully; doctor says crisis past; he surely recover, though process be slow. You will learn with pride he been brevetted Brigadier, fact which it was my privilege to announce to him last evening. He feebly thanked me, murmuring, “Tell them at home.”
Julia Parmalee.
In the silence which ensued the postmaster held the paper up and scanned it narrowly by the waning light. “There is something else,” he said—“Oh, yes, I see; ‘Franked despatch Sanitary Commission.’ That’s all.”
Another figure was seen suddenly clambering upon the chair, with an arm around the postmaster for support. It was the teller of the bank. He waved his free arm excitedly, as he faced the crowd, and cried:
“Our women are as brave as our men! Three cheers for Miss Julia Parmalee! Hip-hip!”
The loyal teller’s first “Hurrah!” fell upon the air quite by itself. Perhaps a dozen voices helped him half-heartedly with the second. The third died off again miserably, and he stepped down off the chair amid a general consciousness of failure.