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, NORWALK,‘ CONN, TUESDAY, DECEMBER '21 1886.7,
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THE BEL ACORN.
mix. JOHN manner,
Author of “Andersonville,” Etc.
[Copyrighted by National Tribune Publishing 00.,
and published by arrangement with them.)
[The name given this story is made glorious
by the valor and achievements of the
First division- of the Fourteenth Army
corps, the cognizance of which was a crimson
acorn, worn on the breasts of its gallant
soldiers and home upon their battle iiaga]
Continued. t
Still louder yells arose from the ford. A
powerful horse, ridden by an officer who was
trying to force his way acres, had slipped on
the river’s glassy bed stones, in the midst of
a compact throng, and carried many with
it down into the deep water below the cross-
ing. v
The colonel’s lip curled with contempt as he
continued his walk.
A sharp little click sounded from Fortner’s
rifle. He had set the hair trigger. ‘
He stepped out clear of the tree, and gave
a peculiar whistle. The colonel started'as'he
heard the sound, looked up, saw who uttered
it, and instinctively leached his hand back to
the holster for a revolver. . '
Down would scarcely have been rufiled by
Fortner’s light touch upon the trigger.
Fire flamed from the rifie‘s muzzle.
Further had found his man.
The colonel’s haughty eyes became sterner
than ever. The holster was torn as he
wrenched the revolver out. A clutch at the
mono, and he fell forward on the wet brown
leaves—dead!
Dumb amazement filled the horse’s great
eyes: he stretched out his neck and smelled
his lifeless master inquiringly.
A shot from Harry’s musket, fifty from the
astounded Confederates and the two Unionists
sped away unhurt into the cover of the dark
cedars.
CHAPTER XI.
"THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS AND THE NIGHT.
Fortner and Glen were soon so far away .
from the ford that the only reminder of its
neighborhood were occasional glimpses,
caught through rifts in the forest, of the lofty
slope of Rockcastle mountain, now outlined
in the gathering darkness by twinkling fires,
which increased in number, and climbed
higher towards the clouds as fast as the fugi-
tives succeeded in struggling across the river.
“That’s a wonderful sight,” said Harry, as
they paused on a summit to rest and catch
breath. “It reminds me of some of the war _
scenes in Scott or the Ilia .”
“Hit looks fer me like a gineral coon hun ,”
said Fortner. “on’y over thar hit’s the coons,
an’ not the hunters, that hev the torches.
Well," continued Fortner, meditatively, “Ole
Rockasel’s gittin' a glut tonight. She’d
orten’t ter need no more now fur a hundred
ycalis.”
“I don’t understand you,” said Harry. ,
“Why, they say thet the Rockassel hez tel
hev a man every spring an’ fall. The [njina
believed hit, an’ hit’s bin so ever sense the
white folks conic inter the country. Last
spring it war the turn 0‘ the Fortner kin to
gi’n her a. man, an‘ she levied on a first cousin
0’ mine—~11 son 0’ Aunt Debby Brill. But lees
jog on: we’ve got a good piece fur for go.”
it was now night—black and starless, and
the dense woods through which they were
traveling made the darkness thick and im-
penetrable. But no check in Fortner’s speed
tinted at any ignorance of the course or en-
countering Of obstacles. He continued to
stride forward with the same swift, certain
step as in the day time. But for Harry, who
could see nothing but his leader’s head and
shoulders, and whose every effort was re-
quired to keep these in sight, the journey was
full of painful toil. Thoreiaxation from the
intense strain manifested itself in proportion
as they seemed to recede from the presence of
the enemy, and his spirits flagged continually.
At length Fortner slackened his pace, and
began to move with caution.
“Are we coming upon the enemy again?"
asked Harry, in a loud whisper, which had
yet a perceptible quaver in it.
“No,” answered Fortnel'; “but we’re a-com-
in’ fer what is every hit an’ grain ez danger-
some. Heali’s whar the path winds round
Blacksnake clift, an’ ye’ll hev fer be ez keer-
ful 0’ your footin’ ez ef ye war treadin’ the
slippery ways 0’ sin. The path’s no widcr’n
a boss’s back, an‘ no better ter walk on. On
the right hand side hit’s several rods down
fer whar the creek’s fearin’ ’long like a mad
dog. Heah hit now, can’t ye?” ‘
For some time the roar of the torrent sweep- '
ing the gorge had filled Harry’s cars.
“is want for walk slow," continued Fort-
ner, “an’ feel keerfully with yer foot every
time afore ye sot hit squar’ly down. Keep
yer left hand a-feelin’ the rocks above yer,
so’s fer make shore all the time thet ye’re
close ter ’em. ’Bout half way thar’s a big
break in the path. Hit’s jess one step acrost
hit. Take one step arter I say thet I’m acrost;
then feel keerfully with yer left foot fur the
aidge o’ the break, an’ then step out ez long
ez ye kin with yer right. That’ll bring ye
over. Be shore O’ yer feet, an’ ye’ll be all
right.”
Harry trembled more than at any time be-
fore. They were already on the path around
the steep cliff. The darkness was inky. The
roar of the waters belowrose loudly—angrily.
The wails Of the Wildcats behind, overhead
and in front of them, made it seem as if the
sighing pines and cedars were inhabited with
lost spirits shrieking warnings of impending
disaster.
Harrv‘s foot came down upon a bowlder
which turned under his weight. He regained
his balance with a start, but the stone top-
pled over. He listened. There were scores
of heart beats before it splashed in the water
below.
“Not so much as a twig between here and
eternity,” he said to himself, with a shudder.
Then aloud: “Can’t we stay here, some
place, and not go along there tic—night?"
The rear of the water drowned his voice
before it reached Fortner’s ears, aiid Harry,
obeying the instinct to accept leadership, fol-
lowed the mountaineer trembliugly.
In alittlc while he felt—more than saw—
Fortner stop, adjust his feet, and make a
long stride forward with one of them. Glen
collected himself for the some effort. He had
need of all his resolution, for. the many nar-
row escapes which he had made from slip-
ping into the hungry torrent had shaken
every nerve.
“I’m over,” called out Fortner. “Ye try
hit now.” .
Harry balanced his gun so as to embarrass
him the least and carefully felt with his left
foot for the edge of the chasm. The cata-
mount announced his renewed presence by a
vindictive scream. The clouds parted just
enough to let through a rift of gray light,
but it fell not upon the brink of the black gap
in the path. It showed for an instant the
whirlpool, with fragments of tree trunks, of
ghastly likeness to drowned human bodies
eddying dizzily around.
“Come on,” called out Former, impatiently.
Harry stepped out desperately. For a
mental eternity he hung in air. His hands
relaxed and his gun dropped with a crash and
a splash. Then his foot touched the other side
with nervous doubtfulnem. It slipped and he
felt himself falling—falling into all that he
feared. Fortner grasped his collar with a
strong build and dragged him up against the
rocky wall of the path.
“Thar, yer all right,” he said, panting with
the exertion, “but hit wuz a mouty loud call
fur ye. Gabriel’s ho’n couldn't ’ve made a
much mo’ powerful one.”
“on lam my gun,” said Harry, regretfully,
as soon as he could compose himself.
“Cuss-an’-bum the blasted ole smooth bore,”
said Former, contemptuously. “DOn’t waste
no tears on that Ole kick-out-behind. We’ll
go ’long ’tween Wildcat an’ the Ford an’ pick
up a wagon load uv ez good shooters ez thet
clumsy chunk o’ pot-metal wuz. Shake your-
self together. We’ve on’y got a ‘mile or so
fer go now. ”
In Harry’s condition the “mile or so”aeemed
to be stretching out a long ways around the
globe, and he began to ask himself how near
he was to the much-referred-to “heart of the
southern Confederacy."
At length a little fading toward gray of the
- thick blackness told that they had emerged
from the heavy woods into more open coun-
try. Harry thought they were come to fields,
but he could see nothing, and without remark
plodded on painfqu after his leader.
Suddenly a pack of dogs immediately in
front of them broke the etillneu tritium
uncommon. reunions-outlining. ct
the mastifi to the rmgi'ug hail: of the sex
hounds. Mingled with this was the sound of
the whole pack rushing fiercely forward.
Fortner stopped in his tracks so abruptly that
Glen stumbled againsthim. The mountaineer
gave the peculiar whistle he had uttered at
the ford. The rush ceased instantly. The
deep growls of the mii'stifis and bulldogs
stopped likewise; only the bounds and the"
shrill voiced young dogs continued barking.
The darkness was rent by a long narrow
lane of light. A door had been opened in a
tightly closed house just beyond the dogs.
“Down, TigeI Git out, Beauty!” said Fort~
ner, imperiously. “Lay down, Watclil
Quiet, Bruno l”
The clumors of the gang changed to little
yelps of Welcome.
“Is that you, Jim l” inquired a high pitched
but not unpleasant'voica from the door.
“Yes, Aunt Debby,” answered Fortner,
“an' I hev some one with me.”
As the two approached, surrounded by the
fawning dogs, a slender, erect woman ap-
peared in the doorway, holding above her
head, by its nail and chain. one of the rude
iron lamps common 'in the houses of the
mountains. .
“Everything all right, Aunt Debby i” asked
Fortner, as, after entering,he turned from
firmly securing the door _ by placing across it
a strong wooden bar that rested in the tim-
bers on either side.
“Yes, thank God!" she said with quiet for-
vor. She stepped with graceful freedom over
the floor, and hung the lamp up by thrusting
the nail into a crack in one of the logs form~
ing the walls of the room. “An’ how is hit
with ye?” she asked, facing Fortner, with her
large gray eyes eloquent with solicitude.
“0,» oz for me, I’m jes ez Sound ez when I
left heah last week, ‘ccpt that I’m tireder’n a
plow mule at night, an’_hongrier nor a b’ar
thet’s lived all whiter by suckin’ hits paws.”
“I s’pose y’ air tired an’ hungry; ye look
hit,” said the woman, with 'a icompassionate
glance at Harry, who had sank limply into a
chair before the glowing Woodgfire that filled
apalargepart of the and cache room.
“Set down by the fire," she continued, “an’
I’ll git ye some pone an’ milk. That’s nothin’
better ter start in on when yer rule empty.”
She went to a rude cupboard in the further
part Of the room, whence the note of collid-
ing crockery soon gave information that she
was busy. '
Fortner took a bunch ' of tow from his
pouch and with it wiped off every particle of
dampness from the outside of his rifle, after
which he laid the gun on 'two wooden hooks
above the fireplace, and hung, the gaccouter-
ments on deer horns at its breech. ‘ '
“Pull oi! yer shoes ,an’ toast yer feet,” he
said to Harry; “The fire'lldraw the tirednes
right out.” , .
. Harry's relaxed fingers fumbled vainly
with the wet and obstinate shoe strings. Aunt
Debby came up with a large bowl of milk in
each hand, and a great circular loaf. of corn
bread under her arm. She'plalced her burden
upon the floor, and with quick, deft fingers
loosened the stubborn knots without an ap-
parent effort, drew off the muddy shoes and.
set them in a dark corner near the fireplace
before Harry fairly realized that he had let a
woman do this humble office for him. The
sight and smell of food aroused. him from the
torpor of intense fatigue, and he‘devdured the
homely fareset before him with a relish that
he had never before felt for victuals. As he
ate his senses awakened so that he studied his
hostess with interest. Hair which the ad-
vancing years, while bleaching to a snowy
white-had still been unable to rob of the
curling waves of girlhood, rippled over a
broad white brow, sober but scarcely
wrinkled; large, serious but gentle gray eyes,
and a small, firm mouth, filled with even
white teeth, were the salient features of a
face at once resolute, refined and womanly.
Long, slender hands, small feet, covered with
coarse but well-fitting shoes, a slight, erect
figure, suggestive of nervous strength, and
clad in a shapely homespun gown stamped
her as a superior specimen of the class of
mountaineer women. to which she belonged.
“Heah’s ’nuther pone, honey,” she said to
Forfner, as she handed both of them seg-
ments of another disk of corn bread, to re-
place that which they had ravenously dc-
voured. “An' le’me fill yer bowls agin. Hit
takes a powerful sight 0’ bread an’ milk ter
do when one’s rale hongry. But 'tain’t like
meat vittels. Ye can’t eat ’nuff for do ye
harm."
She took from its place behind the rough
stones that formed the jam of the fireplace a
rude broom, made by shaving down to near
its end long slender strips from a stick of
pliant green hickory, then turning these over
the end and confining them by a band into
an exaggerated mop or brush. With this she
swept back from the hearth of uneven stones
the live coals flung out by the fire.
“That’s some walnut sticks amongst thet
wood,” she said as she replaced the hearth
broom, “an’ they pops awfuL” .
From a pouch like basket, made of skil-
fully interwoven hickory strips, and hanging
against the wall, she took a half finished
stocking and a ball of yarn. Drawing a low _
rocking chair up into the light, she seated
herselfland began knitting.
’ As he neared the last of his second bowl of
milk Fortner bethought himself, and glanced
at Aunt Debby. Her work had fallen from
her nervous hands and lay idly in her lap,
while her great eyes were fixed hungriiy upon
him.
“They’ve bin fouten over fer Wildcat to-
day," he said, answering their inquiry, with-
out waitiug to empty his mouth.
“Yes, I hearcd the cannons,” she said with
such gentle voice as made her dialect seem
quaint and sweet. “I clim up on Bald Rock
at the top 0’ the mounting an’ lissened. I
could see the smoke raisin’, but I couldn’t tell
nothin‘. .Much uv a font?"
“Awful big ’un. Biggest ’un sence Buner
Vister. Ole Zollicofier pitched his whole
army outer Kunnel Gerrard’s rijimint.
Some other rijiminfs cum up for help Kuunel
Garrard, en’ both sides fit like devils fur three .
or four hours, an’ the dead jest lay in winrows,
“7—"
The demands of Farmer’s unappeased ap-
petitehererosesuperior to his desiretoim-
pattinformafion. He stopped to' munch the
last bit of corn bread and drain his bowl to
the bottom.
“Yes,” said Aunt Debby, inhospitably dis-
regarding the exhaustion of the provénder,
and speaking _a little more quickly than her
went, “but which side whipti" *
“Our’n, in course, ” said Fortnor, with
nettled surprise at the question. “Oar’n, in
course. Ole Zollicofier got ez bad a lickin’ ez
ever Gineral Zach Taylor gi’u the Mexicans." '
“Bayallyi” she said. Gratification showed
itself in little lines that cOursed about her
mouth, and her eyes illumined aswhena light
shines through a window. ’
“Yes,” answered Fortner. “Likerhounds,
and run clean ter the ford, what they’re now
a-fouten an' strugglin’ to git acrost, and '
ilrowndin’ like so many stampeded cattle.”
“Glory l Thank God!" said Aunt Debby.
Her enmestnem expressed itself more by the
intensity of the tone than its rise.
“Evidently a tolerable regular attendant at
Methodist camp meetings.” thought Harry,
rousing a little from the forpor into which he
was falling.
Her faded cheek flushed with a little confu-
sion at having suffered this outburst, and pick-
ing up her knitting she nervously resumed
work.
Fortner looked wistfuny at the bottom of
his emptied bowl. Aunt Debby took it away ’
and speedily returned with it filled. She came
back with an air of eager expectancy that
Fortner would continue his narrative. But
unsatisfied hunger still dominated him, and
he had thoughts and month only for food.
She sat down and resumed her knitting with
an apparent eifort at composing herself.
For a full minute the needles choked indusé
triously. Then they stopped; the long, sien-
der fingers clenched themselves about the ball
of yarn; she faced Fortner, her eyes shining
with a less brilliant but intenser light.
“Jim Fortner,” she said with low, measured
distinctness, “why don’t ye go on? Is thar
somethin’ thet ye’re afeered to tell me! What
hez happened ter our folks? Don’t flinch from
tellin’ me the wust. I’m allots willin’ ter bow
ter the will 0’ the Lord without amurmur.
On’y let me know what hit is.” _
“Why, Aunt Debby, thar huin’t been
nothin’ happened 15;- ’em,” saiszortnel‘.
deeply surprised. “Thar “nit nothin’to IBII‘I'
ye ’bout ’em. They’re all safe. They’re in
Kunnel Garrard’s rijiment, ez ye know, an’
hit fit behind breastworks, au’ didn’t lose no-
body, ska'cely—leastwise none of our kin."
She rose quickly fromher chair. The ball
ofyernfellfromherlapandrolledunheeded'
toward theglowing coals under the forelog.
With arms outstretched, hands clasped, and
eyes directed upward in fervent appeal, there
was much to recall that Deborah from whom
she took her name—that prophetess and
priestess who, standing under the waving
palm trees of Baal-Tamar, inspired her coun—
trymento go forth and‘overthrow and destroy
their Canaenitish‘ fl. , ‘
“O God!” she said, in low, thrilling tones,
“Thou’st aforetiines gi’n me much for be v
thankful fur, as well ez much fer dumbly
b’ar when Thy rod smote me air reasons that
I couldn’t understand. Thou knows how.
gladly I’d’ve g’in not ou’y my pore, nigh-
spent life, but also those 0’ my kinsmen,-
which I prize much higher, fur each a vict’ry
ez this over the inimies of Thee an’ Thy peo-
ple. But Thou’st g’in hit free ez Thy mercy,
without axin’ blood sacrifice from any on us.
[kin on’ypraise Thee an'Thygoodness all
my days.” '
Further-remand Iktened‘with bowed head
while ‘ehe ip'oke. "'Wlie'n the finished he
~mteheli entire-lime! citizens: m sndi
47M
. quencisdlis s'mOking with his 55nd. Look-
‘ ing fixedly at this he said softly: “Aunt
Debby, honey, I hain’t tole ye all yit."
“No, Jim 3”
“NO,” said he, slowly winding up the yarn;
“arfer the fouten wuz thru with at the Gap I
slipt down the mounting, an’ come in on the
r’ar uv these tellers, an’ me an’ this ere man
drapt two on ’em.” '
“I kinder ’spected ye wwld do something
uv thet sort.” ' .
“Then we tuk a short cut an’ overtuk ’em
a gill, an’ we drapt another. ”
Aunt Debby‘s eyes expressed surprise at
this continued good fortune.
“An’ then we tuk ’nuther short cut, an’
saved ’nuther one. "
Aunt Debby waited for him to continue.
“At last—jess ez they come ter the ford—I
seed our man. "
“Seed Kunnel Bill Pennington?” The great
gray eyes were blazing now;
“Yes.” Fortner’s speech was the spiritlosl
draw1 of the mountains, and it had now, be-
come so languid that it seemed doubtful if,
after the enunciation of each word, whether
vitality enough remained to evolve a succes-
sor. “Yes,” he repeated with a yawn, as he
stuckthe ball of yarn upon the needles and
gave the whole a fees which landed it in the
wall basket, “‘an’ I got him, tow.”
' “0, just God! Air ye shore?”
“J ass ez shore oz in the last great day that'll
be some ’un settin’ in- judgment atween him
an’ me. 'I wanted him ter be jam ez shore
about me. I came out in plain sight, and
drawed his attention. He knowed me at the
fust glimpse, and pulled his revolver. I kiv-
trigger. I’m sorry now that .I didn’t shoot
‘ him thru the belly, 'so thet he'd been a week
a—dyin’ an‘ every minnit he’d remember what
he wuz killed fur. But I wuz so afeered thet
I would not kill him of I hit him some place
else’n the heart—thet’s a way all pizen var-
mints hev—thet I didn’t da’r risk hit. I wuz
detarmined ter git him, too, ef I had ter fol-
lcr him clean for Cumberland Gap.”
“Ye done God’s vengeance,” said Aunt
Debby sternly. “An’ yit hit wuz very soon
ter expect hit.” She clasped her hands upon
her-forehead and rocked back andjforth, gaz-
inh. fixedly into the was or incandescent
“Hit’s gwine to cla’r up ter-morrow,” said
Fortner, returning from an inspection of the
he continued, rousing Harry. They removed
their outer garments and crawled into one of
i the comfortable beds in the room. ‘
"Later ' in the night -a sharp painin one of
(Harry’s ‘ovetstrained legs "awoke him out of
- - r/
“0, just God! Air ye share?”
his deep slumber fer a few minutes. Aunt
Debby was still seated before the fire in her
chair, rocking back and forth, and singing
softly:
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer ere they die,
They see the triumph from afar-
By faith they bring hit nigh.
Sure I must suffer of I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord,
I‘ll bear the foil, endure the pain.”
He went to sleep again, with the sweet
strains ringing in his ears, as if in some way
a part of the marvelous happenings of that
most eventful day.
CHAPTER XII.
AUNT DERBY BRILL.
It was nearly noon when Harry awoke.
The awakening came slowly and with pain.
In all his previous experiences he had had no
tion as now oppressed him. Every muscle
and tendon was aching a bitter complaint
against the strain it had been subjected to the
day before. Dull, pulscless pain smoldered in
some; in others it was the keen throb of the
toothache. Continued lying in one position
was unendurable; changing it, a thrill of an-
guish, and the new posture as intolerable as
the first. His brain gelled and twinged as did
his body. To think was as acute pain asto
use his sinews. Yet he could not help think-
ing any more than he could help turning in
bed, though to turn was torture.
Every organ of thought was bruised and
sore. The fearful events of the day before
would continue to thrust themselves upon his
mind. To put them out required painful efo
fort; to recall and comprehend them was even
worse. Reflecting open them now, with un-
strung nerves, made them seem a hundred .
fold more terrible than when they were the
spontaneous offspring of hot blood. With the
reflection came the thoughts that this was but
a prelude—an introduction—to all infinitely
horrible saturnalin. of violence and blood
through which he was to'be hurried until re-
leased by his own destruction. This became
a nightmare that threatened to stagnate the
blood in his veins. He gasped, turned his back,
to the wall with an effort that thrilled him
with pain, and opened his eyes.
Naught that he saw reminded him of the
preceding day. Sunny peace and content-
ment reigned. The door stood wide open,
and as it faced the south the noonday sun
pushed ilk-clear to the opposite wall—a
“broad band of mellow light, vividly telling of
the glory he was shedding where roof nor
shade checked his genial glow. On the
smooth, hard, ashen . floor, in the center of
this bright zone, sat a matronly cat, giving
with tongue and paw dainty finishing touches
to her morning toilet, and watching with
maternal pride a kittenish game of hide and
seek on the front . step. Through the open
. doorway came the self-complacent cackling
of hens, celebrating their latest additions to
their nests, and the exultant call of a cock to
his feathered harem to come, admire and par-
take of some especially fat worm which he
had just unearthed. Farther away speckled
Guinea chickens were clamoring their satis-
faction at the improvement in the weather.
Still farther, gentle tinklings hinted of peace
fully browsing sheep.
Inside the house bunches of sweet smelling
medicinal herbs, hanging against the wall to
'dry, made the air heavy with their odors.
Aunt Debby was at work near the bright
zone of sun rays, spinning yarn with a “big
wheel.” She held in one hand along, slender
roll of carded wool and in the other a short
stick, with which she turned the wheel. Set-
ting it to whirling with along sweep of the
stick against a spoke she would walk back-
ward while the roll was twisted out into a
long, thin thread, and then walk forward as
the yarn was wound upon the spindle. When
,ehe’walked backward the spindle hummed
”sharply; when she came forward it droned.
.;._ , .l :was a stately rhythm - in both, to
iwhich‘her footsteps and graceful sway of
body kept time, and allblended harmoniously
with the camp meeting melody she was softly
singing:
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
, -, All to leave-end follow Thee;
' Naked, po’or, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition— ‘
All I‘ve sought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition-
God and Heaven still my own.
.55: oAyvorld of memories of a joyous past, un-
ig'fieckedl‘byngingle one of the miseries of the
{present crovl‘dedln pporgfiarry on the wings
church to attend services conducted by a
noted evangelist.
_ ,1 Ah, Bacheil—whatof, her?
‘ ‘.' ,Hehad; not “thought of "her since a swift
‘ raconéction'of her words at the parting scene
on the piazza-had come to spur up, his falter-
ing resolution, as the . regiment ‘advanwd up
the side of Wildcat. Now one bitter thought
of how useless all that he had gone through
with the day before was to rehabilitate him-
selfinhergood opinion was-speedily chased
from his mind by the still bitferer one of the
know of his present abject prostration.
" After all, 'might not the occurrences of yes-
terday be but the memories of a nightmarel
They seemed too unreal for probability. Per-
, , no he. was -just_' recovering consciousness
lifts. the delirium of a fever. , ' -
The'walnut' sticks in the fireplace popped as
sharply as pistols, and he trembled from head
to foot. ‘ ‘
“Heavens, I’m a bigger coward than ever,”
he said bitterly, and taming himself pain-
_-f,ully,in bed, lie-fixed hiseyee“ upon the wall.
“I was led to believe,” he continued, “that
after' ,‘I had once .been under fire, I would
cease .to dread it. Now, it seems to me more
dreadful than I ever imagined it to‘ be.”
Aunt Debby’s wheel humilled and droned
.still louder, but her pleasant tones rode on
academies like'en.-Eolianliarp in arising
hilt-'3;- ii 5»? 137,5" “ ’ _
Man may trouble and distress me,
"1‘ will but drive me to Thy breast;
’ ., me'withtrialshardmeyptemme; ;
‘ Heavcuwili mills me sweeter test. '
i, .,
I l
cred his heart with the sights an’ tetcht the
sky at the door. “Let’s potter off termed,” '
‘ the throat of I'll!) chimney.
hint even of such mental and bodily exhunr. .
Magi) ll reme It was a
a? fruit _ " “e '__ ,.church in
_ , - the Mktllfimglig l-hfinl it was
when "a had accompefi‘i’i’ Rachel to the
contempt she must feel for him, did she but,
0, ’tis not in yief to harm me.
While Thy love is left to me.
O, ’t were not in joy to charm me.
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
He wondered weakly why there were no
monasteries in this land and age fb serve as
harbors of refuge for those who shrank from
tho‘fearfulness of war.
He turned over again wearily, and Aunt
Debby, looking toward him, encountered his
wide open eyes.
“Yer awake, air yet” she said kindly.
“Hope I didn’t disturb you. I wuz tryin’ ter
make' ez little noise ez possible.”
“No, you didn’t rouse me. It's hard for me
to sleep in daylight, even when fatigued, as I
am. I!
, “Ef ye want tor git up now,” she said, stop-
ping tho wheel by pressing a stick against 3
spoke and laying the “roll" in her hand upon
the wheel head, “I’ll hev some breakfast fur
ye in a jifly. Ye kin rise ai'i’ dress while I
run down ter the spring alter a fresh bucket
0’ wafer.”
She covered her head with a “slat sun bon-
net,” which she took from a peg in the wall,
lifted a cedar waterpail from a shelf sup-
ported by other long pegs, poured its con-
tents into a large cast-iron feakettle swinging
over the fire, and whisked out of the door.
Presently the notes of her hymn mingled in
plaintive harmony with the sparkling but-
no sWeeter song of a rpbin redbrcast, twit-
tering his delight in the warm sunshine amid
the crimson apples of the tree that overhung
the spring.
“Will yo hev a fresh drink i” she asked
Harry on her return.
He took the gourdful of clear, cool water
' which she offered him and drank heartily.
“Thet hez the name 0’ bein’ the best spring
in these parts,” she said, pleased with his lip-
predation.
“An’ hits a never failiii’ spring, too. We’ve
plenty 0’ water the (lryest times, when every-
body else’s goes dry."
“That is delicious water,” said Harry.
“An’ now I’ll git ye yer breakfast in a
miimit, The ten kittie’s a-biiin’, the cofi'ee's
ground, the ponc’s donc, nn’ when I try a
little ham everything will be ready.”
As her culinary methods and utensils dif—‘
fercd wholly from anything Han-y had ever
soon, he studied them with an interest sharp-
ened not a little by a growing appetite for
breakfast.
The clumsy iron teakett-le swung on a hook
at the end of a chain fastened somewhere in
On the rough
stones forming the hearth were a half dozen
“ovens” and “skillets”——cii-cular, cast irOn
vessels standing on legs, high enough to
allowalayer of live coals to be placedbe-
neath them. They were covered by a lid
with a ledge around it, to retain the mass of
coals heaped on top. The cook’s scepter was
awooden hook, with which she moved the
kettles and ovens and lifted lids, while the re-
lentlem fire scorched her arms and face rud-
dier than a cherry. _
It was a primitive way and so wasteful of
wood that it required a tree to furnish fuel
enough to prepare breakfast, but under the
hands of a skillful woman those ovens and
skillets turned out vizinds with a flavor that
. no modern appliance can equal.
Thejoists of the house were thickly hung
with the small delicious hams of the country
~hamsmade from young and tender hogs,
which had lived and fatfcncd upon the
acorns, fragrant hickory nuts and dainty
beach nuts of the abundant “mast." of the
forest, until they were saturated with their
delicate, nutty flavor. This was further en-
riched by 9'. piquancy gained from the smoke
of the burning hickory and oak, with which
they were cured, and the absorption Of odors
from the scented herbsin the rooms where
they were drying. Many have sung the
praises of Kentucky’s horses, whisky and
women, but no poet has tuned his lyre to the
more fruitful theme of Kentucky’s mast-fed,
.oke-cured, herb-scented hams. For such a
man waits a crown of enduring bays.
. Slices of this savory ham, fried in a skillet
—-the truth ofwhistory forces the reluctant
confession that the march of progress had
.. not yet brought the gridiron and its virtues
to the mountains—a hot pone of golden yel-
low meal, whose steaming sweetnem had not
been allowed to distill off, but had been
forced back into the loaf by the hot oven lid;
coffee as black and strong as the viriie in-
fusions which cheer the hearts of the true he-
lievers in the tents of the Turk, and cream
from cows that cropped the odorous and
of mountain meadows, made a
dull-"y
brealdast that could not have been more up-
petizing if composed by a French chef, and
garnished by a polygot bill of fare.
Moved thereto by the hospitable urgings of
Aunt Debby and his own appetite, Harry ate
heartily. Under the influence of the com-
fortable med, the cheerful sunshine and the
rousing of the energies that follow a change
fromarecumbenttoanerect' ,his
spirits rose to a manlier pitch. As he could
not walk Without pain, he took his seat in a
slat-bottomed chair by the side of the hearth,
and Aunt Debby, knitting in hand, occupied
a low rocker nearly opposite.
“Where’s Mr. Fortneri” asked Harry.
“Jim got up arly, an’ arfer eatin’ a snack,
said he’d go out an’ take a look around-mob-
be he mout go as fur ez the ford.”
As if to accompany Harry‘s instinctive
tremor over the possibilities attending the
resumption of Fortner’s prowling around the
flanks of Zollicoffer’s army, the fire shot off
a whole volley .of sharp little explosions.
Harry sprang two or three inches above
his chair, then reddened violently, and ec-
sayed to conceal his confusion by asiduous
attention with the poker to the wants of the
fire. .
Aunt Debby regarded him with gentle com-
pasion.
“Yet all shuck up by the happenin’s yester-
day,” she said with such tactful sympathy
that his sensitive mettle was not offended.
“ ’Tis natural ye should be. Hit’s allers so.
Folks kin say what they plem, but fouten'e
terrible tryin' to the nerves, no matter who
does hit. My husband wuz in the Mexican
war, an’ he’s often tole me that fur weeks
arter the battle 0’ Bauer Visty he couldn‘t
book a twig snap withouten his heart poppin’
right up inter his mouth, and hit wuz so
with everybody else, much oz they tried tcr
play of! unconsarned like."
“Ah, really," acid Harry, deeply interested
in all that concerned this woman, whose re-
markable qualities were impressing them-
selves upon his recognition. “What part of
the army did your husband belong to?”
“He wuz in the Kentucky rigiment com-
manded by Kunnel Henry Clay, son o’ithe
great Henry Clay, who wuz ldlled thar. My
husband was promoted to a leffenant fur his
brav’ry in the battle.
“Then this is not your first experience with
war 3" .
“N o, indeed,” said she, with just a trace of
pride swelling in the temple’s delicate net
work of blue ‘veins. “The Fortners an’ the
Brills air soljer families, an’ ther young men
hev shouldered ther guns whenever the
country needed foufeu men. Great gran'-
fathers Brill an’ Fortner come infer the state
along with Dan’l Boone nigh on ter a bun-
dred years ago, and sauce then them an' the:-
descendants hev fit Injuns, Brittishers an’
Mexikins ev’ry time an inimy raised a sword
agin the country.”
“Many of them lose their lives?”
“Yes; ev’ry war has cost the families some
member. Gran’fathers Brill en’ Fortner war
both on ’em killed at the Injun ambush at
Blue Licks. I wuz on'y a baby when my
father wuz killed at the massacre of Win-
chester’s men at the River Raisin. My
brother”—
“Father of the man I was with yesfar-
any?"
“N 0; his father wuz my oldest brother.
My youngest brother—the ‘baby’ of the fam-
ily—was mortally wounded. by a copper ball
in the charge on the bishop's palace atthe
tnkin’ o’ Monterey.”
“And your husband—he went through the
war safely, did hot”
The pleasant, mobile linesupon the woman’s
face congealed into stony .hardnea At the
moment of Harry’s question she was begin-
ning to count the stitches in her work for
some feminm' ' 9 mystery of “narrowing” or
“turning.” She stopped, and hands and knit-
ting dropped into her lap.
“My husband,” she said slowly and bitterly,
“wuz spared by the Mexikins thet he fit, but .
not by his own countrymen an’ neighbors,
amongst whom he wuz brung up. His blood
wuz not poured out on the soil he invaded.
but wuz drunk by the land his forefathers au’
kinsmen had died fur. The godless greasers
on the Rier Grande war kinder fer him nor
the Christian gentlemen on the Rockassel.”
The intensity and bitterness of the utter—
ance revealed along conning of the expres-
sion of bitter truths. >
“He lost his life, then,” said Hurry, par-
tially comprehending, “in some of the
troubles around here i" ‘
“He wuz killed bekase he wouldn’t help
break down what hit hed cost somuch for
build up. . He wuz killed bekase he that a
pore man’s life wuth mo’en a rich man’s nig-
ger. He wuz killed bekase he b’lieved this
whole country belonged ter the men who’d fit
fur hit an’ made hit what hit is, an’ thet hit
wasn’t a plantation fur a pause! o’ slave
drivers fer boss an’ divide up jess oz hit suited
76m. 11
“Why, I thought all you Kentuckians were
stronglyin favor of keeping the negroea in _
slavery," said Harry in amazement.
. “Keepin’ the niggen as slaves ain’t the
question at all. We folks air oz for from
bein’ Abolitionists on anybody. Hit’s a
battle now with a lot uv ’ristocrats who’d
take our rights away.” .
i “I don’t quite understand your position,”
I ~
«mt-s oeiinse ye don't understand the
‘country. The people down heah air divided
into three classes. Fust that’s the few very
rich fam’lies thet hev big farms over in the
Blue Grass with lots 0’ niggers fer work ’em.
Then that’s the middle class—like the Fort-
ners an’ the Brills—they hev small farms in
the creek valiies, au’ whatever that’s good
land on the mounting sides, who hev no nig-
gers, an’ who try fer lend God-fearin’, hard-
workin’ lives, an' support their fam’liesde—
cently. Lastly, that’s the pure white trash,
thet lives ’way upin the boilers an’ on the
wuthless lands about theheadwafers. They’ve
little patches 0’ corn for make ther‘bread-
stuff, an’ depend on huntin’, fishin’, an’
sfealin’ fur the rest o’- ther vittles. They’ve
half a dozen guns in every cabin, but nary a
hoe; they‘ve more yaller dogs than the met
0’ us hev sheep. an’ they find hit a good deal
handler for kill other folks’ hogs than fei-
raise ther own pork.”
“Hardly dedrable neighbors, I should
thin ," ventured Harry.
“Hit’s war all the time between our kind 0’
people an’ them other kinds. Both on ’em
hates us like pizen, an’ on our side—well, we
air Christians, but we reckon that when
Christ tole us for love our‘ iplmies, an’ do ~
good fer them ea despitefully used as, he‘
couldn’t hev had no idea how mean people-
would git for be long utter he left the airth”
Harry could not help smiling at this new.
adaptation of a Scriptural mandate. . -,-
“The low down whites hates us bekaae we
ain’t mean an’ emery as they air, an’ hold
ourselves above ’em. The bigbugs hates us
bekase we won’t knuckle dOwn tor 3cm, ez
ther niggers an’ the pore whites do. So hit’s
out an’ dog all the time. We don’t belong
ter thesameparties, we don’t jine the same
churches, au’ thar’s more or - less trouble
a-gwine on between us an’ them continnerly."
“Then when the war broke out you took
different sides, as usual!” ,
“0f cause! of coursei- The, big|nigget
owners an’ the ornery whites, who air jefi ez.
much that slaves es of they’d been b'oteiil
paidfur with that own money,became-red
hot Secularism, while our people stuck ter
the Union. The very oidsatan himlf seemed
tertake onov’euiudstir’emupter
do all’ma‘nner o’ meltyter conquer us inter
jinin’in with ’em. The Brilla en’ Former-s
the other people,
an’now the Conf himed their white
slaveeonteronrmen,ezone sets dogs outer
steers in the corn. The chief man among
'em was Kunnel Bill Pennington.”
Harry looked up with detest. ,
“Yes, the same one who gothis reward yes-
terday,” she continued. interpreting the ex-
prefion of his eyes. “The Penningtons air
the richest family this side 0’ Danville. They
an’ the Brills an’ the Fortuers hev 'aileta boon
mortal enemies. Thnr’d, bin blood shed in
ev’ry glneration. Kuni'iel Bill’s father limpt
ter his grave on ’couut of a bullet in his hip,
which wuz lodged that soon utter I’d flung on
the floor a 610 gold piece: he’d crowded inter
my hand at a dance, where" he’d cOme ’ithout
ary invite. The bullet was from the rifle of a
young man named David Brill, thet I mar-
ried the next day, jest ez he wuz startin’ fur
Mexico. He volunteereda little airlier then
he’d intended, fur his father’s wheat wuz not
nearly all harvested, but hit wuz thot best
for git himself out o’ the way 0’ the Penning-
tons; who wuz a mouty revengeful family,
an’ besides they then had the law on ther side.
Ez soon ez he come back from the war Ole
Knnnel Bill, an’ Young Kunnel Bill, an’ all
the rest 0’ the Pennington clan an’ connec-
tion began watchin’ fur a chance fer git even
with him. The Ole Kunnel used for vow a'n’
swar thet he’d never leave the airth outil
. Dave Brill wuz under the clods 0‘ the valley.
But he had fer go lastyear, spite 0’ hisself,
an’ leave David Brill ’live an’ well an’ becom-
in’ more an’ more lookt up for ev’ry day by
the people, while the Penningtous war gittin‘
wuss and wuss, hated. We bed a son, too,
the very apple of our eys, who wuz growin’
up, just like his father—”
The quavcr of an ill-repressed sob blurred
the tones. She closed her eyes firmly, as if
to choke back the brimming tears, and then
rising from her seat busied herself brushing
the coals and ashes back into the fire. .
“Thet walnut pops so awfully,” she said,
“thet a body hez to sweep nearly cv’ry miimit
ter keep the harth at all clean.
“The death of his father made no change in
the younger COL Pennington? He kept up
the quarrel the same as ever, did he?” asked
Harry, deeply interested in the narrative.
“Wussen ever! Wussen ever! He got hit-
ferer ev’ry day. He laid his defeat when he
wuz runnin’ fur the legislatur at our door.
He hired bullies ter git inter a quarrel with
David, at public getherin’s, an’ kill him in
each a way ez ter hev a plea o’ self-defense
fer cl’ar themselves on; but David tuk too
good keer 0’ hisself for get ketched that
a-way, an’ be hurt one o’ the bullies so bad
that he niver quite got over hit. He and
Kane] Pennington leveled their weapons on
each other at a barbecue near London last
fall, but the bystanders interfered an’ pre
vented bloodshed fur a time.
“When the war broke out we never be-
lieved hit 'would reach us. Thar moat be
trouble in Louisville and Cincinnati—some
even that hit likely that thar would be
fonfen’ in Lexington—but ’way up in the
mountings we’d be peaceablc an’ safe allers.
Our young men formed theirselves inter a
company of home gyards, an elected my
husband their capting. Kunnel Pennington
gathered together ’bout a hundred o’ the
poorest, ornerlest shakes on the headwaters
an' tuck them of! fer jine Sidney Johnson,
eu’ drive the Yankees ’way from Louisville.
Everybody said hit wuz‘the best riddance 0’
bad rubbish the country'd ever knowed, and
when they wuz gone our chances fur peace
seemed better’n ever. ‘
To be Continued.
0
CONDENSED NEWS.
Fix-Alderman McQuade, of New York,
was convicted of receiving a bribe to vote
for Jake Sharp's Broadway railroad, and has
been sentenced to ocean years in Sing Sing
and to pay a fine of 85,000.
Millionaire Rumell is said to have
been offered 8500 to ma an article of 1,500
words for a New York magazine on; the
national financial situation:
Underthe oleomargarine law the internal
revenue department has collected ‘ the tax
upon nearly 4,500,000 pounds of e'ikm butter.
The city of Charleston is asking congress
to appropriate $500,000 to furnish a site and
build upon it a new poetofilce to take the
place of the building so badly shaken by the
earthquake of Aug. 31.
The Hospital society of the Presbyterian
hospital in New York, has received $100,000
in gifts which has enabled it to begin a dis-
pensary building to be devoted to “out door”
aid to the poor. The late Miss Henrietta A.
Lenox contributed 850,000 of the sum for
this object.
The general superintendent of the lake
Shore railroad declares that no “black list”
was ever compiled by that corporation, con-
taining the names of men engaged in the re-
cent swifchmen’s strik' e.
The Church of England people in Halifax,
N. 8.. are trying to raise $200,000 by- sub-
scription to build a cathedral.
California raised a grape crop this year of
178,000 tons, 20,000 tons of which were sent
to the east.
Bishop Walker, of the Episcopal diocese‘ of
Dakota, has been appointed a member of the
board of Indian commissioners.
One of the pages in the United States sen-
ate is a grandam ofthe late Reverdy John-
son, of Maryland. \
Turkey has been warned by England
against further coquetting with Russia.
The German government has decided that
no French employs shall be retained in ser-
vice on the Alsace-Lorraine railway after
Jan. 1 next.
An entire disruption of the order of
Knight: of labor is threafened by the split
in the Green Glass Blowers' local assemblies,
occasioned by the order recently issued by
the district assembly to which they are nib-
ordina' to.
The days of the Bell telephone monopoly
aresaidtobe numbered sofarasthe city of
Rochesterisconcerned. .
The workingmen of Cincinnati have, re-
solved to place an independent labor ticket
in the field at the next municipd election.
A youugman wasarresfed' ianiiweukee’
who, although only 30 years of age, is known
to have six wives living, from none of whom
has he been divorced. ‘
The young Englishman, C. W. Beasley,
said to be a nobleman, who was arrested in
Chicago several weeks ago on the charge, of
obtaining money under false pretenses item
Mrs. F. M. Maitland,hss beguusuitin ,the
superior court for 825,000 for alleged false
im t.
Valuable silver mines ere-aid,“ have beer
discovered on the Tohems creek, Searey;
county, Ark. .
About this fime the newspapers feem with
advice to husbands—bowie treat wives, what
to buy for them, and to be sure to buy some-
thing. Immediately following mandatory
articles of this kind come suggestions to
wives to make home pleasant for husbands
during the days of good cheer. So much is
done for infants that a little gentle reminder
to the big married children may not come
amiss; but is the editorial mind a safe on'eto
go to for hints on how to maintain con-
nubial felicity! Marry! I know not, for-
soothl es , ’e people say. when they
are hoopla-ed. Everyone must work .0 '
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December 2i and 22, 1886,.
A t Nmuwalic Hotel.
Havingqiualiiled myself by years of hard study
in the best nstitutlons in Europe, and having had a
practical experience of twenty-live years in mi
country, I am enabled at first sight to adapt lense
most appropriate to restore the vision to its original
1' and cure all the various diseases of the eye
I ave therefore combined my» practice Of an
Ocnlist with that of an Optician, and am new en-
abled to furnished all kinds of lenses and styles of
Spectacles and Eye.Glasses which are made to
order under my'own supervision, to suit my cus-
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NO. 14 Knight 51..
(in rear of Horse Car Depot),
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Carriages furnished all hours. Courteou
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F. W. JAQUI, JR.,
DEALER IN
Stoves, Portable Erick-Set Rallies,
Furnaces and Steam Heaters,
Tin, Sheet Iron, Copper, Wooden, Glasa
and Crockery Ware.
REFRIGERATORS & HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS
Generally. .A Full line of
CHILDREN’S CARRIAGES.
Plumbing,Gas and Steam Fitting. and Hot All"
Engineering. Agent for the iichardsun
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Furnaces and Ram gas,
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All kinds of Ornamental and Plain Slateing, Tin
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Repairing Done by Experienced Workmen at
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Earness.Saddles Halters, Sur-
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I shall also Make
Fine Harness to Order
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Chamois, Blankets, Robes. Feed Bags,
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Lessons Iii FRENCH,
MISS BAIRD’S INSTITUTE.
Prof. LaLomde,
Widelykuown as the director of the French Depart-
ment of the Summer School of Languages at
Chateuqua. will come twice a week to Miss Baird’s
Institute to give Lessons in French. A limited
numbei oi uplla outside of the school will be
admitted to t ese classes. - ,
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Lar e Sized Hot Air Furnace. used but little,
. A. wIli be sold at less than half its cost it ap-
plied for at once. Enquire at Gazer“: Orrics.
th for chafcd or rough skin on , .
’ Eli. ”" --
211155 Bros.
‘ J. G. Gregory 81. Co.
Desire to state that in addition to a full line
Drugs, Proprietary Medicines and Drugglsts’
Sundries they are prepared to receive
. orders for
: Silk, Cotton or Iiinen .
ELASTIC HOSE ,
; .; For varicose or enlarged veins. Warranted to
, lit, and at. reduced rates. , .,
They also desire to state that they have accepted
the agency of the New YorkVaccine 00., and will
. keep a supply of '
flu-BBBBVINB lineal VIBBB- '
Constantly on hand.
' , They have iii stock Electric Batteries, which.
f : will be sold at close figures. They carry also a" full
assortment of Keystone Writing Paper Packets.
'Reslaulall,i:ale'ailsmnlinl R0011],
Grand Central Station,
420‘- Srnslrr AND 4m AVENUE, NEW YORK
Entrance from waltln reom New'York New
Haven and Hartford rai‘lzroad. ' ‘tfiit -
[Bdldllb‘
MANUFACTURERS AND DEALERS IN
V LBMBBB, TIMBER,
' Shingles, Lath,
I ' ., Doors, Sash,
Blinds, .Moulding“,
Window Frames,
Pic/sets, 5'0.
Veneelell Hard Wand Wilili‘.
Hard Wood Ceilingeand Flaming.
South. Norwalk, Conn.
Seven YearsExperience n U. S. Patent Gilles.
Geo. R. Byington, -
PAEEHTSQ
Fireman’s Insurance Building,
WASHINGTON. D. 0.
Extension Cullen before Congress a Specialty
Building Lots
On Wilton Avenue
Apply to
B. J. STURGES. or 0.. 1!. WILSON,
GAZETTE BUILDING {if
F. H. PECK WELL,
ARC- TECT
No. '7 WATER STREET,
:AGENT FOR
Gill crt Lock Company.
Dibble Manufacturing Company’s door
4 knobs.
New York Wood Taming Company.
Corner Blocks for window casings.
Round and Square Turned Balusters.
It U H (I Newels.
Plain and Double Moulded Stair Rails.
Also Flat Moulded Door and Window
Casings furnished at short notice.
The Best and MostDcsir-
able Assortment ever shown
in Norwalk of
Hot Air Furnaces,
Steam Heaters,
Cooking Stoves.
Laundry Stoves,
Cooking Ranges, V
‘ Double Heaters,
Parlor Stoves,
Hall Stoves,
Dining Room Stoves,
Store Stoves,
Ofi‘ice Stoves,
Shop Stoves,
And everything appertain-
. ing to cooking and heat-
ing at the
Lowest Possible Price for Cash.
E. K...Locliwood 8: 60.
Money to Loan.
En uire or 0. E. WILSON,N0. 8 Gazette
Bu
ng, orwalk. Conn.
lid-
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Absolutely Pure.
This Powder never varies. A marvel of pure
strength and wholesomeiieas. More economic
than the ordinary kinds, and cannot be sold in com-
petition with the multitude of low lest, short
weight, allum or phosphate powders.
Rover. BAKING Pownsa 00.,106 Wall St., N. Y.
n. acumen“),
invns'rnmvr sncuni'rins, nun.“
ESTATE AND in‘smancic,
31 MAIN srnnnr, - - nonwlinx.
GEO.WABD: gaunt-non,
useosusnooli's stock. WALL smear,
FAMILY GROCERIES.
l. BELDEN' HURLBUTT,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
’ Room No. 4, Up Stairs.
GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK, CONN
JAMES T. RUSSELL,
Attorney and Counselor at Law
a Gazette, Building,
NORWALK, . ‘ ' ' ‘ GoNN-
ALEX. s. GIBSON,
Organist of 1st Congregational Church. Waterbury,
Teacher of
.Pianoforte, Organ and Musical
Composition,
Lock Box 39 P. 0., NORWALK, CONN.
”’4" s. wmrwonlii,
Successor to B. CORN,
MERCHANT TAILOR,
WEEKS’ BUILDING, WALL STREET.
a run. LINE or '
Imported and Domestic Cloths.
Of the Latest Styles constantly on hand
Novelties lnScotchSuitin’ . Satisf 3
teed in every partlcnlai“. gs action guaran
PENSIONS
—-:AND:~—- ‘
Government Claims.
My sole business. Thousands have Ri hfs
Negiected. Address, free of charge, or visit, g
GEN. W. E. NOBLE,
91 Stratford Avenue, Bridgeport, Conn
o. E. WILSON,
General Insurance l Real Estate Agent
Money to Loan.
Room No. 3 Gazette Building, Norwalk, Conn.
EMA INSURANCE Co., of HARTFORD.
Incorporated 1812. Charter Perpetual.
CAPITAL AND ASSETS, $8,902,272.84.
Insures against loss and flame b Fit 0
RENEWAL?“ Brrgosfigmkmeri
pensa on. - S it M
Sole Agents for N orwalk and vicinity. ERRILL'
THE
Norwalk Fire Insurance Co.
Has now completed its
18th SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS YEAR
And has not outstanding a dollar of unpaid losses
or claims for losses. .No sound com
fan lees. 12am; insures
W. 0. Smart, Pres, .s. E. OLMSTEAD, Tread,
GEO. R. Cowms. Secretary.
1.. E. QUINTARD,
Successor to W. E. Qumran,
UNDERTAKEB 8: EMBALMER,’
OPPOSITE HORSE RAILROAD DEPOT.
Residence 143 Main Street. Telephone communi-
cation with omce and residence,
A. CARD.
Having purcaased the
FURNITURE BUSINESS,
Recent] y carried on by WILLIAM Locxwoon at
No. 36 MAIN STREET.
.1 am prepared to meet the wants of all prospective
purchasers of furniture both STAPLE AND
onssunxnn Inal’re on hand a large
stock which I will sell
VERY CHEAP FOR CASH
Ishallbepleased to meet all old or new friends
and will guarantee satisfactionin
every case.
SFORGE H. RAYMOND.
PETER L. GUIGUE,
FLORIST Mill Hill,
UNION AVENUE,
North of Norwalk Cemetery,
NORWAEK, - - CONN.
Dealer in In Green House and Hot House and
Bedding and Vegetable Plants, Fruit and Ornamen
tal Trees Shrnbbery, Vines. Cut Flowers alway
on hand and allsorts of designs in Flowers arranged
to order. ’ 41!?
Grading and Re-filling Cemetery Plots
promptly attended to.
FOR SALE.
A STYLISH
VICTORIA",
Newly Trimmed and Painted.
A Fine Family Carriage.
Will be sold at a. very low price.
HENRY TILLY,
CARRIAGE MAKER,
SOUTH NOR WALK.
Don’t DO It!
Don’t send your laundry work out of town when
you can have it done at home in, in first-clash at is
and at reasonable prices. call or send for pr ce
fill-mix: llalust beéituthe laundry by Thursday
sure e ver on Saturd .
evenings until 8 o’clock. y ay Open
Old Well Laundry,
'Gllo. w. amour, Manager.
37 WASHINGTON STREET, SOUTH NORWALK
GENERAL MARKET.
Meat, Fish, Vegetables. die.
LOCKWOOD it, ANDREWS.
MAIN STREET.
All kinds of the best qualities of Meats, Fish,
Clams, Vegetables, etc., are keptconsiantiy on
hand. and will be sold by us as low as can be pro-
cured at any market in Norwalk. We intend to
prove to our customers that we deserve their
patronage by fair and generous dealing.
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The play is done, the curtain drops.
Slow failing to the prompfer’s bell;
A moment yet the actor stops, .
And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task;
And when he‘s laughed and said his say,
He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that‘s anything but gay.
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One word ere yet the evening ends,—
Iet’s close it nah a parting rhyme;
And pledge a hand to all young friends,
As fits the merry Christmas time; —
On life‘s wide scene you, too, have parts
That fate ere long shall bid you play;
Good . night l—with honest, gentle hearts
.A kindly greeting go alway.
Good night l—,I’d say the griefs, the joys,
Just hinted in this mimic page—:
The triumphs and defeat of boys
Are but repeated in our age;
I’d say your woes were not less keen,
Your hopes more vain than those of men;
Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen-
A.t forty-five played o’er again.
I’d say we suffer and we strive
Not less nor more as men than boys;
With grizzled beards at forty-five,
As erst at twelve in corduroys;
And if, in time of sacred youth,
. We learned at home to love and pray,
Pray Heaven that early love and truth
May never wholly pass away.
And in the world, as in the school,
I‘d say how.fafe may change and shift—-
The prize he sometimes with the fool,
The race not always to the swift;
The strong may yield, the good may fall,
The great man be a vulgar clown,
The knave be lifted over all,
The kind cast pitilessly down.
Who knows the inscrutable design?
Blessed be He who took and gave!
Why should your mother, Charles, not mine.
Be weeping at her darling’s grave?
We bow to Heaven that willed it so,
That darkly rules the fate of all,
That sends the respite or the blow,
That's free to give or to recall.
This crowns his feast with wine and wit.
Who brought him to that mirth, f and state!
His betters, see, below him sit, '
Or hunger hopeless at the gate.-
Who bade the mud from Dives’ wheel
To spam the rags of Lazarus?
Come, brother, in that dust we‘ll kneel,
Confessing Heaven, that ruled it thus.
So each shall mourn; in life's advance,
Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed;
Shall grieve for many a‘forfeit chance
And longing passion unfulfilled.
Amen l~whatever fatebe sent,
Pray God the heart may kindly glow,
Although the head with cares be bent
And whitened with the winter snow.
Come wealth or want, come good or ill,
let old and young accept their part,
And how before the awful will,
And bear it with an honest heart.
Who mimes, or who wins the prize,
Go, lose or conquer, as you can;
But if you fail, or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
A gentleman, or old or young!
(Bear kindly with my humble lays)
The sacred chorus first was sung
Upon the first of Christmas days;
The shepherds heard it overhead,
The joyful angels raised it then;
Glory to Heaven on high, it said,
And peace on earth to gentle men.
My song, save this, is little worth:
I lay the weary pen aside,
And wish you'health, and love and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmastide,—-
As fits the holy Christmas birth.
' Do this, gboltfriends, our carol still-
Be peace on earth, be peace on earth,
To men of gentle will.
WILLIAM Msnnrnscn Tasman“.
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It. is Christmas time ;
And up and down ’twixt heaven and earth,
In the glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shinin an is climb.
g ge D. M. MULOCK.
THE COMPLAINT OF SANTA CLAUS.
The snow lies deep on the frozen ground,
And the Christmas night is cold,
And I shine before the time so hoar—
Can it be I am growing old?
Long years ago when the Christmas chimes
Made merry the midnight sky,
When the caroleis’ call filled houses and hail,
And wassail and mirth ran high.
When the harlequin mummers reeled and danced,
And the great yule log blazed bright;
When the walls were green with a summer sheen,
In holly and yew bedight;
When the faces of all, the young, the old,
Were brimming with sparkling cheer—
Aye, those were the times when Christmaschimel
Were the men-lest sounds of the year!
I snapped my fingers in Jack Frost’s teeth,
While the snow was wavering down,
And the icicles hung from my heard I flung—
My beard.that was then so brown!
And I wrapped myself in my grizzly coat,
And lit my pipe with a coal
From Hecla‘s crest, where I stopped to rest,
On my way from the Northern Pole.
My reindeei-s—O, they were brisk and gay—
My sledge, it could stand a pull;
My pack, tho’ great, seemed a feather’s weighc '
No matter how crammed and full! ‘
My heart It was stout in those good old days,
And warm with an inward glee;
For I thought of the mlrths of a thousand hearts,
Where the little-ones watched for me.
So I gathered my sweets from far and near,
_ And I piled my cunniugest toys ,
(Unheediug the swirls), for the innocent girls,
And the rollicking, roguish boys. .
But the times have sobered and changed since
then
My mendment flags forlorn;
MybeardisaswhiteasonChrlstinasnight ,_
Of old was the Glaston thorn. 1
Tho' my wrinkled-up lips still hold the pipe,
No longer the smoke-wreath curls;
But saddest to see, of sights for me—
My frolicsome boys and girls
Have grown so knowing, they dare to say—
Those protesters wise and -
That all saints deceive, and they don’t belie”
In a Santa Claus at all:
Ah, mel ’tis a fateful sound to hear;
’Thl gall in my wassail cup;
The darlings I’ve spoiled, so wrought for and
toiled .
The childien have given me up!
My heart is broken. I’ll break my pipe,
And my tinkling team may go,
And bury my sledge on the trackiess edge
Of the wastes of the Lapland snow.
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' My uselem pack I will fling away,
And in Germany's forests hear,
From an icy steep I will plunge leagues deep,
And never be heard of more.
' MARGARET J. Paradox.
No szor Prince Ferdinand.
BERLIN, Dec. ZL—The Bulgarian delegates
are much satisfied with the result of their in-
terviews with Count Herbert Bismarck.
There is a general belief that the candidacy
of Prince Ferdinand of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha
for the Bulgarian throne has collapsed.
Pure Petroleum Flow in Egypt.
CAIRO, Dec. 2l.-—-The manager of the
Gemsah boring operations reports a heavy
flow of pure petroleum at a depth of 125
feet. It is n , however,to go fifty
feet further to avoid water.
Norwalk Chronicler