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"THE'NED ACORN.
BY JOHN M’ELROY,
Author .of “Andersoneille,” Etc.
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Army
"Thai walnut pops so awfully." she said.
“All the flurry made by ther gwine ’way
bed died down, an’ as we hecred nothin’ from
‘em or the war, people’s minds got quiet
ag’in, an’ they set ’bout hurryin’ up their
spring work.
“One bright, sweet mornin’ in May I wuz
at my work in the yard with Fortner—thet
wuz my son‘s name—fixin’ up the kitties ter
dye some yarn fur a coat fur him. Hus-
baud’d went for the other side 0’ the hill,
whar the new tcrbacker ground wuz, ter cut
out some trees that shaded the plants. The skies
wuz 02 bright nn’ fa’r ez the Good Lord ever
made ’em. I could heah the ringin’ o’ David’s
ax ez he chopped away, an’ hit seemed ter be
sayin’ for me cheerfully all the time: ‘Heah _
I am—hard at work.’ The smoke from some
brush piles thet he’d sot ufire riz up slowly
an’ gently, fur thar wuz no wind a—stirring.
The birds sung gayly ’bout their work 0’ nest
buildin’, an’ I couldn’t help singin’ about
mine. I left the kitties fur a minnit to run
down the gyardeu walk, ter see how my bed
0’ pinks wuz comin’ out, an’ I sung ez I run.
“Jest then a passei 0’ men come stringin’
up the road ter the bars. They looked like
some 0’ them that Kunnel Pennington tuck
’way with him, but they rid better critters
then any 0’ them ever hed, an’ they were
. dressed in a sortc'r soljer cloze, an’ all 0’ ’em
toted guns.
“Something sent a chill ter my very heart
the moment I laid eyes on ’em. Hit a’most
stopped beatin’ when I see Kunnel Bill Pen-
nington a little ways behind ’em,with a feath-
er in his bat an’ sword an’ pistols in his belt.
When they waited at the bars fur him ter
come up, I knowed instantly what they were
arter. .
“ ‘Fortner.’ I said ter my son, tryin’ ter
speak ez low cz possible, ‘Fortner, honey, slip,
back through the bushesez quick ez the Lord’ll
let ye, an’ tell yer daddfthet Bill Pennington
nn’ his gang air heah arter him. Sneak away,
but when ye air out o‘ sight, run fur yer life,
honey.’
“He turned ter go, but at that mirmit Bill
Pennington shouted out: ‘Stop thari Don’t
ye send thet boy away! E! he moves a step
I’ll put a bullet through his brain !’
“Fortner would’ve run in spite 0’ him, but I
wuz so skeered fur him thet I jumped ter his
side an’ ketched his arm.
“ ‘Keep quiet, honey,’ I said.
won‘t find yer daddy at all.’
“Vain hope! Ez I spoke, the sound 0’
David’s ax rung out clearly and steadily. The
cannons at Wildcat, yesterday, didn’t sound
no louder ter me. I could even tell thet he
wuz choppin’ a beech tree. The licks_was ez
a—sharp an’ ringin es of the ax struck iron.
“Bill Pennington lit oifen , hir . t, an’
walked toward me, with his h,“ atterin’
an’ his spare a— jinglin’.‘ ‘ * '
“ ‘ What’s that Yankeefled scaiawag of a
husband 0’ your‘n? Whar’s Dave Brill i’ he
said savagely. '
“ Hit seemed for me that every stroke from
over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue could
utter words: ‘ Heah I am. Come over heah !
I tried for gain time ter think 0’ something.
“ ‘He started this mornin’ on Roan Molly
for Mt. Vernon, to tend court,’ I said, know-
in’ thct I did’nt dare hesitate her make up a
story.
“ ‘Kuunci, thet air’s a. lie,’said Jake J ohn-
son, who knowed us. ‘ Thor’s Dave Brill’s
Roan Molly over thar. in the pasture.’
“ ‘An’ this hain’t court day in Mt. Vernon,
neither,’ said another.
“ ‘ I know your husband’s on the place. I
wuz tole so this mornin’,’ said Kunnel Bill.
“Hit ’11 be much better fur ye, of ye tell me
whar he is. Hit’ll at least save yer house
from bein’ sot afirc.
“Ring! ring! went David’s ax, ez 9f hit
war a trumpet, shoutin’ ter the whole world:
‘Heah I am. Come over heah?’
“ ‘Ye kin burn our house of yer thet big a
villain,’ I said; ‘but I can’t tell ye no dif—
fercnt.’
“ ‘Kunnel, thet’s him a-choppin’ over thar,’
said J ake Johnson. ‘I know he’s cl’ared
some new ground fur terbacker on thet air
hillside.’
“‘I believe hit is,’ said Kunnel Bill, list—
eniu’ a minnit. ‘Parker, ye an’ Haygood go
over thar an‘ git him, while some o’ the rest
0’ ye look ’bont the stable an’ fodder stack
ther. Mind my orders, an’ see that they air
carried out.’
“His manner made me fear everything. A
thought flashed inter my mind. Thar wuz
thet horn thar”—Harry followed her eyes
with his and saw hanging on books against
the well one of the long tin horns used in the
south to call the men folks of the farms to
their meals. It was crushed and battered to
uselessneas—“I thought I’d blow hit an’ at-
tract his attention. He mout then see them
a—comin’ and git away. I ran inter the house
an’ snatched the horn down, but afore 1
could put hit ter my lips Bill Pennington _
jerked hit ’way from me an’ stamped on hit. '
‘Likely they
,5 “ ‘ch Brill,’ said he, with a mortally hate-
' ful look, ‘yer pear-t an’ samy an’ bold, an’ hev
allers been so. an’ 50‘s yer Yankeefied hus-
band. Yo’ve lied yer own way often—too
offen. Now I’ll hev mine an' wipe out some
tong standin’ scores. Dave Brill hez capped
a lifetime 0’ plague an’ disturbance tor his
betters by becomin’ a traitor fer his country
an’ inducin’ others ter be traitors. He must
be quieted. Come out an’ listen.’
“He pulled me out inter the yard. Dave
2112 still choppin' away. Fur’nearly every
Jay fur nigh thirty years the sound 0’ his ax
hed been music in my can. I had lamed to
know hit, even afore we wuz lovers, fur his
father’s land jined my father’s, nn’ hit seems
ter me thet I could tell the note 0’ his ax from
thct o’ everybody else, n'most cz airly ez I
could tell a robin’s song from a blackbird’a.
Girl, woman, wife an’ mother, I hed listened
to hit while I knit, wove or mun,_every
stroke minglin’ with the sounds o’ my wheel
or loom an’ the song 0’ the birds, an’ tellin’
me whar ho wuz, an’ thet ho wuz toilin’
cheerquy fur the an’ mine.
‘INow, fur the fust time in all these years
hits steady, strong beat brought mis’ry ter
my ears. Hit wuz as the tollin’ of a bell fur
some one not yit dead. My heart o’ny bent
ez fast ea he chopped. Hit would give a t
amp when the sound 0’ the blow reach me,
an’ then stand still until the next one came.
~ “At last came along—0, so long a pause.
“ "I‘hey’ve got thar,’ said Bill Pennington,
cranin’ forward his head for ketch the first
sound. ‘He‘s seed ’em an’ is tryin’ tel‘ git
’way. But he kin never do hit. I know the
. men I sent ter do the job.’
“Two rifle shots sounded a’most together,
an’ then immediately artcr wuz a couple 0’
boasth Injun-like yells.
“Thar, Deb, heah that? Ydr a widder now.
Be thankful thet I let ye off so easy. I ought .
by rights ter burn yer house an’ put that boy
0' your’n Whar he’ll do no harm. But this’ll
do fur an example ter these mounting trai-
tors. They’ve lost ther leader, an’ ther hain’t
no one ter take his place. They’ll know now
thet we’re in dead aimest. Boys, go inter the
hOuse an’ git all the guns ther is thar, an’
what vittles an’ blankets ye want; but make
haste, fur we must git away from heah in a
hurry.’
“I run ez fast ez my feet’d carry me to whar
David lay stone dead. Fortner saddled his
colt an’ gailoped 0t! ter his cousin Jim Fort-
ner’s, ter rouse the home gyard. The colt
% ached Jim’s house, bekase hits mummy wuz
bar; but my son never did. In takin’ the
shortest road he bed ter cross the dangerduSo
est fofd on the Reckassel. The young beast
wuz skeered nigh th— death, au’ hits rider wuz
'rown .” \
+__. .
CHAPTER XIII.
AN APPLE 3wa RAID.
The. morning after the battle, Kent Ed-
wards was strolling'around the camp at
Wildcat “Shades of my hotrthroated anceso
tors, who'swailowed several flue farms by the
tumberful, how thirsty I am!” he said at
length. “It’snowonder those Kentuckians
~esuch hard drinkers. There’s something
the atmosphere that makes medr'ier the
ther we advance into thestate. Maybe
pursuit of gloryhassomethingdesiccating
. At least: films M95! 1 9191‘ has?!
of seemed composed of clay that requiredas
much moistening as unsiaked lime. I Will
hie me to the hill of frankincense and the
mountain of myrrh; in others words, I’ll go
back where Abe is, and get what’s left in the
canteen.” , .
He found his saturnine comrade sitting on
a log by a comfortable fire, restoring buttons
which, like soldiers, had become “missing by
reason of exigencies of the campaign."
Abe had stuck his needle down into the log
beside him. Near were the buttons he had
fished out of his pocket, and he was laboring
with clumsy fingers and rising temper at an
obdurate bunch of thread.
“I’ve been' round looking over the field,”
said Kent, as he came up.
A contemptuous snort answered him.
“You ought to've been along. I ' saw a
great many interesting things." .
“0, yes, I s‘pose. Awful interesting. Lot
0’ dead men laying around in the mud. ’Bout
as interesting, I should say, as aspell 0’ set-
ting ou a coroner‘s jury. The things you find
interesting would bore anybody else to
death.” ,
Abe gave the obstinate clump a savage
twitch, which only made its knots more re-
bellious, and he looked as if strongly tempted
to throw it into the fire.
“Don’t do it, Abe,” said Kent, with a laugh
that irritated Abe 'worse still. “Thread’s
thread out here, a hundred miles from no-
where. You don’t know where you'll get any
more. Save it, my dear fellow, save it. Per-
chance you may yet sweetly beguile many an
hour of your elegant leisure in unraveling its
fantastic convolutions with your taper flu-
gers, and—”
“Lord! Lord!” said Abe with an expression
of deep weariness, but without looking in
Kent’s direction, “who’s pulled the string 0’
that clack mill and set it to going? When it
gets started once it rolls out big words like
punkins dropping out o’ the tail of a wagon
going up hill. And there’s no way 0’ stop—
ping it, either. You‘ve just got to wait till
it runs down.”
“ The Proverbs say so fittingly that ‘A fool
delighteth not in wise instruction,’ ” said
Kent, as he stepped around to the other side
of the fire. His foot fell upon a projecting
twig, the other end of which flew up and
landed a very hot coal on the back of Abe’s _
hand: Abe’s action followed that of the
twig, in the suddennes of his upspringing.
He hurled an oath and a firebrand at his
comrade.
“This is really becoming domestic,” said'
Kent as he laughingiy dodged. “The gentle '
amenities could not cluster more thickly
around our fireside, even if we were married.”
then Abe resumed his seat he did not
come down exactly upon the spot from which
he had ariSen. It was a little farther to the
right, where he‘ had stuck the needle. He
had forgotten all about it, but he rose with a
bowl when it keenly reminded him that like
the star Spangled banner, it “ was still there.”
“Don’t rise on my account, I beg,” said
Kent with a deprecatory wave of the hand,
as he hurried off to where he could laugh
with safety. A saucy drummer boy, who
neglected this precaution, received acufl? from
Abe’s heavy hand that thrilled the rest of the
drum corps with delight.
When Abe’s wrath subsided from this ebul-
lient stage back to its customary one of sim-
mer, Kent ventured to return.
“Say,” said be, pulling over the coats and
blankets near the fire, “where’s that can-
teen I”
“ There it is by the cups. Can’t you see it!
If it was a snake it‘d bite you.”
“It’s done that already, several times, or
rather its contents have. You know what
the Bible says, ‘Biteth like a. serpent and
stingeth like an adder?’ Ah. here it is. But
gloomy forebodings seize me; it is suspic-
iously light. Paradoxicuily, its lightness in-
duces gravity in me. But that pun is en-
tirely too fine-drawn for camp atmosphere.”
I He shook the canteen near his ear. “Alas!
no gurgle responds to my fond caresses:
Canteen, Mavourneen, 0, why art thou silent,
Thou voice of my heart?
It is—woe is me—it is empty.”
“Of course it is-you were the last person at
it.”
“I hurl that foul imputation back into thy
teeth, base knave. Thou thyself art a very
' daughter of a horse leech with a canteen of
whisky.”
Abe looked at him inquiringly. “You
must’ve found some, some place,” he said, “or
you ’wouldn’t be so awfully glib; It’s taken
’bout half a pint to loosen your tongue so that
it’d run this way. I know you.”
“No, I’ve not found a spoonful. The elo-
quence of thirst is the only inspiration I have
at present. I fairr would stay its cravings by
quafling a beaker of mountain distilled hair:
curler. Mayhap this humble receptacle - con-
tains yet a few drops which escaped thy rav-
enous thirst.”
Kent turned the canteen upside down, and
placed its mouth uponhis tongue. “No,” he
said, with deep dejection, “all that delicious
fluid of yesterday is now like the Father of
his Country.”
“Eh?” said Abe, puzzled.
“Because it is no more—it is no more. It
belongs to the unreturningpast.”
“I say,” he continued after a moment’s
pause, “let’s go out and hunt for some. There
must. be plenty in this neighborhood. Nature
never makes a want without providing some-
thing to supply it. Therefore, judging from
my thirst, this country ought to be full of
distilleriss.
They buckled on their belts, picked up their
guns and started out, directing theirsteps to
the front.
In spite of the sunshine the walk through
the battlefield was depressing. Scattered over
the mountain side were fatigue parties en-
gaged in hunting up the dead and burying
them in shallow graves hastily dug in clay so
red that it seemed as if saturated with the
blood shed the day before. The buriers thrust
their hands into the pockets of the dead with
the flinching, nauseatcd air of men touching
filth, and took from the garments seeping
with water and blood, watches, letters, am-
brotypes, money and trinkets, some of which
they studied to gain a clew to the dead man’s
identity, some retained as souvenirs, but threw
the most back into the grave with an air of-
ioathing. The faces of the dead, with their
staring eyes and open mouths and long, lank
hair, cloyed with the sand and mud thrown
up by the heating rain, looked indescribably
repulsive. _ _
' he buriers found it better to begin their
work by covering the features with a cap or
a broad brimmed hat. It was difficult for
the coarsest of them to fling a spadeful of
dank clay directly upon the wide-open eyes
and seemingly-speaking mouth.
“Those fellows’ souls,” said Kent, regarding
the corpses, “seem to have left their earthly
houses in such haste that they forgot to close
the doors and windows after them. Some-
where I have read of a superstition that bodily
tenements left in this way were liable to be
entered and occupied by evil spirits, and from
this rose the custom of piously closing the
eyes and mouths of deceased friends.”
“N o worse Spirit’s likely to get into them
than was shot out of ’em,” growled Abe. “Al
Confederatewith a gun is as had an evil spirit
as I ever expect to meet. But let’s go on.
It’s another kind of an evil spirit that we are -
interested in just now—one that’ll enter into
and occupy our empty canteen."
“You’re right. It’s the enemy that my
friend Shakespeare says we ‘put into our
mouthstosteai away our brains.’ By the
way, whata weary hunt he must have in
your cranium for‘a load worth stealing.”
“There-goes that clack mill again. ~Great
Caesar! if the boys only had legs as lively as
your tongue, what a racer the regiment
would be! Cavalry’d be nowhere.”
They walked on rapidly for a couple or
three hours, without finding much encour-
agement in their search. The rugged moun-
tain sides were but thinly peopled, and the
few poor cabins they saw in the distance they
decided were not promising enough" of results
to justify ciambering up to where they were
perched. At last, almost wear-led out, they
halted for a little while to rest and scan the
interminable waves of summits that stretched
out before them.
“Ah,” said Kent, rising suddenly, “let’s go
on. HOpe dawns at last. I smell apples.
That’sa perfume my nose never mistakes.
We’re near an orchard. Where there’s an
orchard there’s likely, to be a pretty good
style of a house, and where in Kentucky
there’s good style of a house there’s a likelihood
of being plenty of good whisky. Now there’s
a train of brilliant inductive reaming that
shows that nature intended me to be a great
natural philosopher. Come on, Abe.”
The smell of apples certainly did grow more
palpable as they proceeded, and Abe muttered
that even if they did not get anything to
drink they would probably get enough of the
fruit to make an agreeable change in their
diet.
They emerged from the woods into a cleared
space where a number of roads and paths
focused. To the right was a little opening in
the mountain side, hardly large ‘enough' to be
‘ called a valley, but dengnated in the language
of the region as a “hollow.” At its mouth
stood a couple of diminutive log cabins, of the
rudest posible construction, and roofed with
clapboards held in place by stones and
poles. A long string of wooden troughs,
supported upon props, conducted the water
from an elevated spring to the roof of one
of the cabins, and the water could be seen
issuingagain frenl underneath the logs at one
side of the cabin. A very primitive cider
mill-two wooden rollers fastened in a frame,
and moved by along sapling sweep attached
to one ’of them—stood near. The ground was
covered with rotting apple pomaoe, from'
which arose the odor that had reached Kent’s
nose . , . . . .
“ Hello i" said the latter, “here’s luck ;
here’s richness l We’ve succeeded beyond
.our most sanguine expectations, as the boy
said who ran away from school to catch
minnows, and caught a ducking, a bad cold
and a licking. We’ve struck an apple-jack
distillery, and as they’ve been at work lately,
they’ve probably left enough somewhere to
give us all that we can drink.” '
Abe’s sigh was eloquent of a disbelief, that
such a consummation was pomibie, short of
the blissful hereafter.
Inside of one of the cabins they found a
still about the size of atub, with a worm of
similar small proportions, kept cool by the
flow from the spring. Some tubs and barrels,
in which the lees of cider were rapidly aiming
to vinegar, gave off a fruity, spirituous odor,
but for awhile their eager search did not dis-
cover a bit of the distilled product. At last
Kent, with a cry of triumph, dragged froma
place of cunning concealment asmail jug,
stopped with a corncob. He smelled it hun-
glzlYes, here is some. It’s appiejack, not a
week old and as rank as a major general.
Phewi I can smell every stick they burned to
distill it. Abe, watch me closely while I
drink. I magna'nimousiy take the low, out
of consideration for you.- If I ain’t dead in
five minutes you try it. ” '
“O,- stop monkeying and drink,” was the
impatient answer.
Kent put the jug to his mouth and took a
long draught. “Shade of old Father Noah,
the first drunkard,” he said, as he wiped the
tears from his eyes, “another swig like that
would pull out all the rivets in my internal
pipings. Heavens! it went down like pulling
a cat out of a hole by the tail. I’m afraid to
wipe my mouth, lest my breath burn a hole
in the sleeve of my blouse.”
Thicc-quarters of an hour later the spirits
in the jug were lowering and those in the men
rising with unequal rapidity. Under the in-
fluence of the fiery stimulant, Kent’s sanguine
temperament boiled and bubbled over. Im-
agination painted the present and future in
hues of dazzling radiance. Everything was
as delightful as it could be now, and would
become more charming as time rolled on.
But with Abe Bolton drinking tended to de- ‘
velop moroseneas into savagery.
“Ah, comfort me with appiejack, and stay
me with flagons of it!” said Kent Edwards,
setting down the jug with the circumspection
of a man not yet too drunk to suspect that he
is losing exact control of his legs and arms.
“That gets better the deeper down you go.
First it was like swallowing a chestnut bur;
now; old hand made Bourbon couldn’t be
smoother.”
“A man can get used to a’most anything,”
said Bolton.
“I get gladdcr every day, Abe, that I came.
into the army. , I wouldn’t have missed all
this experience for the finest farm in the
Miami veil. y. , ‘
‘Twcrc worth ten years of peaceful life
To soldier half a day,
Sir Walter Scott says—as I improve him.”
“Specially one of them soaking days when
we were marching through the mud to Wild-
cat.”
“0, those were just thrown in to make us
appreciate good weather when we have it.
Otherwise we wouldn’t. You know what tho
song says:
For spring would be but gloomy weather,
If we had nothing else but spring.
“Well, for my part, one 0’ them days was
enough to pison six months 0’ sunshine. I de-
clare, I believe I’ll feel mildewed for the rest
of my life. I know if I pulled off my clothes
you could scmpe the green mold off of my
back.” .
“And I’m sure that if we’d had the whole
army to pick from, we couldn’t ’ve got in
with a better lot of boys and officers. Every
one of them’s true blue, and a man all the
way through. It’s the best regiment in the
army, and our company’s the best company
in the regiment, and I flatter myself the com-
pany hasn’t got two other as good men as we
are.”
“Your modesty ’ll ruin you yet, Kent,"
said Abo, sardonically. “It’s very painful to
see a man going ’round underrating himself,
as you do. If I could only get you to have a
proper opinion of yourself—that is, behave
that you are a bigger man than Gen. Scott
or George B. McClellan, I’d have some hopes
of you.”
“TVe’il have one grand, big battle with the
Seoessionists now, pretty soon—everything’s
getting ripe for. ib—nnd we’ll-whip —them— like a
Wellington whipped Napoleon at Waterloo.
Our regiment will cover itself with glory, in
which you and I will have a big share. Then
we’ll march back to Sardis with flags flying
and drums beating, everybody turning out,
and the bands playing ‘See, the Conquering
Hero Comes,’ when you and I come down the
street, and we’ll be heroes for the rest of our
natural lives.” .
“Go ahead, and tell the rest of it to the
mash tubs and the still. _ I’ve heard as much
as I can stand, and I must have a breath of
fresh air. I’m going into the other cabin to
see what’s there.” -
Kent followed him to the door with the jug
in his hand. '
“Kent, there’s a man coming down that
path there,” said Abe, pulling himself to-
gether, after the manner of a half drunken
man whose attention is powerfully attracted.
“Where?” asked Kent, setting the jug down
with solicitous gentleness, and reaching back
for his musket.
"There, by that big chestnut. Can’t you
see him? or have you got so much whisky in
you that you can’t see anything? He’s in
Confederate clothes, and he’s got a gun. I’m
going to shoot him.”
“Maybe he’s one of these loyal Kentuckians.
Hold on a. minute, till you are sure,” said
Kent, half cocking his own gun.
“The last words of Gen. Washington were:
‘N ever trust a nigger with a gun.’ A man
with that kind 0’ cloze has ho business carry-
ing weepons around in this country. I’m
. going to shoot.”
“If you shoot with your hands wobbling
that way you’ll make him as full of holes asa
skimmer. That’d be cruel. Steady yourself
up a little, while I talk to him. '
“Halt there!” commanded Kent, with a
thick tongue. “Who are you, and how many
are with you?"
“I’m a Union man,” said Fortner, for it was
he, “an’ I’m alone."
“Lay down your gun and come up here if
you are a friend,” ordered Kent.
The swaggering imperiousnear in Edwards‘
tone nettied Fortner as much as the order it
self. “I don’t make a practice of layin’ down
my gun fur no man," he said proudly. “I’m
ez good Union ez ary of you ’uns dar be, an’
I don’t take no orders from ye. I could’ve
killed ye both ef I’d a—wanted ter afore ye
ever seed me.” ‘
Bolton’s gun cracked. and the bullet buried
itself in the thick, soft bark of the chestnut,
just above Fortner’s head, and threw dust
and chips in his eyes. He brushed them away
angrily and instinctively raised his rifle.
Kent took this as his one to fire, but his aim
was even worse than Abe’s.
“Ruined again by strong drink,” he mut-
tered despairingly, as. he saw- the failure of
his shot. “Nothing but new applejack could
make memiss so fairamark.”
“Now, ye tellers, lay down yore guns!”
shouted Fortner, springing forward to where
they were with his rifle cocked. “Lay ’em
down! I say. Lay ’em down, or I’ll let day-
light through ye!” _ .,_ .
w I
"Now. ye fellers. lay down‘yore guns!" '
“He’s got us, Abe,” said Kent, laying, down
his musket reluctantly. His example wasfol-
lowed by Abe, who, however, did not place
his gun so far that he could not readily pick
it up again, if Fortner gave him an instaut’s
opportunity. Fortner noticed this and pushed
the musket farther away with “his foot, still
covering the two with his rifle.
“Ye see now," he said, “that I hev ya at my
mercy, of I wanted to kill or capture ye. Ef
I gin ye back yer guns, ye’ll admit thet I’m
yer friend, and not yer inimy, won’t ye?" ‘
“It’ll certainly look like an overture to
a permanent and disinterested friendship,”
said Kent, brightening up; and Abe, who was
gathering himself up for a spring to catch
Fortner’s rifle, let his muscles relax again.
“Well, ye kin take up yer guns agin and
load ’am,” said Fortner, letting down the
hammer of his rifle. “I’m Jim For-ther, sup-
ter be the pizenest Union man on tho
Roekassel! Come along for my house, an’
I’ll gin ya a good meal 0’ vittels. Hit’s on’y
a little ’piece off, an’ I’ve got ther one of yer
fellers. His name’s Harry Glen.
CHAPTER XIV.
IN m HOSPITAL
An army hospital lathe vestibule of the
cemetery, the anteeroomfwhere the recruit.»
ing agents of death—wounds and disease—
assemble their conscripts to prepare them for
the ranks from which there is neither, de-
sertion nor dischgrge,
It was a broiling hot day when Rachel
Bond descended from the ambulance which
had brought her from the station to camp.
She shielded her eyes with a palm leaf fun,
and surveyed the surroundings of the post of
duty to which she had been assigned. She
found herself in a little city of rough plank
barracks, arranged in geometrically correct
streets and angles about a great plain of a
parade ground, from which the heat radiated
as from a glowing stove. A flag drooped as
if wilted from the top of a. tall pole standing
on the side of the parade ground opposft’d‘her.
~Thc hospital to which Rachel had been
brought differed from the rest of the sheds in
the camp by being whitewashed within and
without, which made it radiate a still more
unendurable heat than its duller-lustered
companions. -A powerful odor of chloride of
lime and carbolic acid shocked her sensitive
nostrils with their tales of all the repulsive
‘ nem those disinfectants were intended to de-
stroy or hide. .
Several dejected, hollow-eyed convalescents,
whose uniforms hung about their wasted
bodies as they would about wooden crosses,
sat on benches in the scanty shade by one side
of the building, and fanned themselves weakly
with fans clumsily fashioned from old neWs-
papers. They looked up as the trim, lady—like
figure stepped lightly down from the ambu-
lance, and the long absent luster returned
briefly to their sad eyes. .
“That looks like home, Jim,” said one of
the fever wasted. ,
“That it does.‘ Lord! she looks as, fresh and
sweet as the J ohnny-jumpups down by our
old spring house. I expect she’s come down
' here to find somebody that belongs to her
that’s sick. Don’t I wish it was me!”
“I, wouldn’t mind‘ being. a brother, or a
cousin, or a sweetheart to her myself. That’d
be better luck than to be given a sutler shop.
’Just‘see her move! She’s got a purtier gait
than our thoroughbred colt.”
“You’re a-t-aiking.
inch of her—genuine, Simon—pure, fast colors,
all wool, a yard wide, as fine as silk and
bright as a May morning.” '
“And as wholesome as springsunshine.”
All unconscious that her appearance was to _
the, invalids who looked upon her like a
sweet, health giving breeze bursting through
a tainted atmosphere, Rachel passed wearily
along the burning walks tode the surgeon’s
ofli‘ce, with a growing heart sickness at the
unwelcome appearance of the task she had
elected for herself. '
The journey had been full of irritating dis-
comforts. Heat, dust and soiled linen .are
only annoyances to a man; they are real
miseries to a woman.
Ushered into the surgeon’s oflice she was
presented to Dr. Densiow, a hazel-eyed,
brown-bearded man of 30. The reader has
already made his acquaintance. He re-
ceived her with the pleasant, manly sympa-
thy for her sex, which had already made him
one of 'the most popular of family physicians
in the city where he Was practicing at the
outbreak of the war. , ‘
Rachel’s depressed spirits rose again at his
cordial reception. ~
“I am so busy,” he said, after a brief ex-
change of commonplaoes, “that I’ll- not have
the time to give you much information this
afternoon as to your duties, and I know that
you are so fatigued with your journey and
the heat that you will not care to do anything
but rest and refresh yourselfl I will there-
fore show you immediately to your quarters.”
“This will be your field of labor,” he said, ‘
as he led her down the long aisle between
rows of cots toward her room. “It’s not a
cheerful one to contemplate at first. Human
suffering is always a depressing spectacle,
and you willsee here more of , it and more
varied agony than you ,can find anywhere
outside of an army hospital’s walls. But as
the deed is so is the duty, and the glory of
doing it. .
So earnest was his enthusiasm that Roche
felt herself lifted up by it, in spite of her dis
comforts. But then she turned her eyes
away from his impassionated face, and looked
over the array of white beds, each with its
pale and haggard occupant, his eyes blazing
with the delirium of fever, or closed in the
lung-nor of exhaustion, with limbs tossing as
the febrile fire soothed the blood, or quiver-
ing with the last agonies. Groans, pray-
ers and not a few oaths fell on her ears.
The repulsive smell of the disinfectants, the
nauseating odor of the sick room where
, himdreda-of invalids were lying, the horrible
efiluvia of the typhus rose on the hot air, and
seemed part of the misery which so strongly
assailed her other senses.
She was sick at heart, and with every feel-
ing in active revolt, but without a word, she
turned and followed Dr. Denslaw to' a hot,
close, little room which had been cut off one
end of the hospital, though not so separated
from it but that the sounds and odors from
the sick wards continually filtered in through
the wide cracks in its .pinnk sides. An iron
bedstead, of the same pattern'as that upon
which the sick lay, stood in one corner, and ,
in another was a rudely fashioned stand,
upon which was a tin basin, 9. cake _of yellow
bar soap, and a bucket of water for washing.
This was all the furniture. _ '
As the door closed behind the doctor,
Rachel threw herself .upon the cot, in a fit of
despair at the wreck of all her fancies, and
the repulsiveness of the; career upon which
she had embarked.
“I cannot—I will not—live here a week,”
she said to herself, over and over again. “I
will die for the, lack of the comforts—of the
decencies of life, even—to say nothing of
being poisoned by these horrible smells, or
driven distracted by the raving sick and
that beer of a surgeon. But I cannot draw
back; I would rather die than go back to
Sardis witha confession of failure at the very
outset of my attempt to play the heroine."
Then she remembered her last words to
HarryGlen: “I only know that you have
failed where a number of commonplace men
have succeeded", and that is suflicient.”
Would sbe subject herself to having him
throw these words in her teeth? No. Any
shape of trial and death, rather.
CHAPTER XV.
MAKING, AN ACQUAINTANCE wrm DUTY.
Nervously bolting the rude door after Dr.
Deusiow’s departure, Rachel tomdi her hat
into one corner, and without farther undressf
ing flung herself down upon . the coarse
blankets of the cot,fin, utter exhaustion of
mind and body. Nature, beneficent ever to
youth and health, at once drew. the kindly
curtain of sleep, and the world and its' woes
became oblivion. ' ' , '
Early the next morning the shrill roveille
called for a resumption of the day’s activities.
She was awakened by the flfes screaminga
strenuously cheerful jig, but lay, for some
minutes without opening 'her eyes. She was
so perfectly healthful in every way. that the
tribulations of the previous day had left no
other traces than a slight weariness. “But’
every sense began informing her that yester-
day’s experience was not a nightmare of her
sleep, but a waking reality. ‘ The’ morning
sun was already pouring hot-beams upon the
thin roof over her, head; Through the wide,
cracks in the partition came the groans and
the nauseating odors which had depressed her
so on-the day before. 'Mingled with these
was the smell of spoiled coffee and ill-cooked
food floating in from the kitchen, where a
detail of slovenly and untaught cooks were
rcparing breakfast. ‘ ‘
She shuddered and opened her eyes. , .
The rude garniture of her room, thickl
covered with coarse dust, ’andidestitute of
everything to make life comfortable,'looked
even more repugnant than it had the evening
before. ,
. “It is not possible,” she murmured to her-
self, “that Fiorence Nightingale and those
whoassisted her found their work and its
surroundings as unlovely'as it Is here; I
won’t believe it. 'In. Europe things are .dif. _
talent, and the hospitals are made fitting
places for women to visit and dwell in.”
It would have helped her much if she could
have knovm that the Crimean hospitals, in
which Florence Nightingale won world-wide
fame, lacked immeasurably the conveniences
and comforts with ,, which , American ingen-
uity and lavish generosity mitigated some-
what the wretchednes. ofarmy hospitals. .
Lying still becoming unenduraoie, she rose,
in hopes that'aetion might bring} some sort of
relief. ,7 Such. plain :toilet was made as the
very. limited means at 5 her ;-eo‘minand per-
mitted. The scant privacy unaided by ‘ her
room was another torture. Maiden modesty i
mggcstedaPeeping Tom at every yawning '
crack in the planking. .
At last, neatly attired in a serviceable gray
.frock, with a dainty white collar at her
throat,,aud her satiny hair brushed smoothly
over her forehead, she opened her- door and
stepped out into the main ward room. . .
. A cheery voice behind her said “Good morn-
ing,” and she turned to nieet Dr. Paul Dens-
low. .
“Good morning, Miss —,” be repeated, as
she hesitated, a little dazed.
“Bond—Rachel Bond’s, my name. Good
morning, sir,” she answered, putting out her
hand.
As he took it he said: “I want to make an
object apology. We are ill prepared to en-
tertain a lady here, and no one knew of your
coming. But‘we certamly intended to miti-
gate in some degree the desolation of the
room to which you were conducted. I left
you for the purpose of seeing what the store-
room contained that would contribute a trifle
toward transforming it into a maiden’s-
bower—” . .
“Cinderella’s fairy godmother couldn’t have
made the transformation with that room,”
she said, with a little shrug of domain
“hose“! not-preps“! est-and! 1.6.? “9
She’s a lady—every .
claim toeven the least of the powers exercised
by the old lady with‘the wand. But ‘I allow
no man to surpass me in the matter of good
intentions. That is a luxury of which the
’ poorest of us can afford an abundance, and I
will not deny myself anything that is so
cheap.” ' ~
Rachel was begriljd into smiling at his
mer_ry cynicism. a}
“Allusions to the pdfvement in the unmen—
tionable place are barred in this connection,”
he continued gayly. Vf‘On my way to carry
out these good intentionsfat some one else’s
expense, remember, all the time—I was called
to the bedside of a dying man, and detained
there some time. When I at last returned to
your room, I judged that you were fast asleep,
and I decided not to disturb you.”
“I think you would have found it a difficult
matter to have roused me. I had sunk on the
cot, and was sleeping the sleep of-—-”
“The just,” interposed Dr. Denslow, gal-‘
lantly.
“No, of the fatigued.”
“Well, scientific truth compels me to say-
that fatigue is a surer [arid stronger sedative
than a clear conscience‘even. I know, for I
have occasionally tried a clear conscience—
only by way of experiment, you know,” he
added, apologetically.
“Well, whatever the cause, I was sleeping
as though on downy beds of ease.”
“Then my mind is lightened of a mountain
loudof responsibility for having made you
pass a rniserabie night. But let’s go into
breakfast. I am oppoaed to doing anything
on an empty stomach—even to holding a
pleasant conversation. . It invites malaria,
and malaria brings a" number of disagreeable
sensations which people mistake for repent— -
ance, remorse, religious awakening. and so
on, according to their mental idiosyncrasies
and the state of their digestion.” .
The breakfast did not help remove the un-
pleasant impressions already made upon her
mind. The cloth that covered the coarse
planks of the'table was unmistakably a well-
worn sheet. Tin cups and platters made
humble substitution for china, and were ap-
propriateiy accompanied by cast iron knives
and two-tined forks. .
‘ Rachel’s appetite had seemed sufficient for
almost any food, but she confined her break-
fast to two or three crackers of hard bread
and a few sups of coffee.
' . To -be Continued.
..___—..__
rowosaLv sun Pouncs.
The lfaster Workman Will not Agaln'
Take the Stump. .
Pmmnnrma, Dec. ::..-—In reply to m
’ invitation to address the convention of the ”
United Labor party, of this city, Mr. T. V.
Powderly has sent the following letter-
“Iam sensible of the honor conferred in
seiectinglme toactas speaker of the meet-
ing, and while under ordinary circumstances
I would be pleased to lend my services in aid
of the movement in which you are engaged,
yet there are good and valid reasons why I
should not respond to the call thus rnado'
upon me. When the laboring people of New
York nominated Henry George for mayor,
they acted independent of party and without
regard to. the man that they placed at the
head of the ticket. My name was used by
parties in New York to stem the tide. It was
urged that I wrote re letter against Henry
George, and that I ’opposed the, movement
, generally. _
“I knew of, no better way of giving the lie
to all of those false statements and at the
same time doing my ‘part toward the estab- _
lishing of a sentiment that would eventually '
tend to secure for labor some of the benefits
that she asks for, than to go in person and
refute the charges. 'I did it and there my
duty ended. In going to New York on that
occasion I made a departure from a rule that '
I have observed for some time and which I
do not intend to break again, viz., not to
speak at a political meeting again while I
hold the position of chief officer of the
Knights of Labor. '
“While it might be entirely proper for me"
to speak at such a meeting, yet it creates the
impression that the order of the Knights of-
Labor is being drawninto the contest, and it
is my duty to do all that lies in my power to
keep the order over which I have been
chosen to preside above the tide of partisan
politics. At New York I spoke as an in-
dividual voicing the sentiment of united
labor, and not as general master workman of
the Knights of Labor-2' While I am general
master workman I will never again occupy a
place either as speaker or officer on a po-
litical platform.
“I would advise you not to take any ac-
tionasaparty. It seems to me that it be-
comes the duty et all interested to endeavor
to educate the masses to free the ballot box
from the degrading influences of the bribe.
giver and taker, as well as from that tool of
monopoly, whisky. .
“Put‘ forth your everyleflort to discover
what is wrong in the management of the
municipal affairs of your city; do not, as is
toooftenthe case, allow the interest to die
out on the eve of election day, but continue
until you have located the cause of the
trouble. You will find that in order to re—
move the cause of theltroubie you will have
to begin at the bottom and work up, instead
of beginning at the top and falling down. If
your movement means what its name indi-
cates, keep it up and elicit the services of all
honest men, for all such are interested in
honest government, regardless of their call-
ing in life.”
iNCONGRUOUS ELEMENTS.
The Land and Labor Party Not Inclined
to Accept. .
an Yonx, Dec. 21.—Gaybert Barnes,
secretary of the Land and Labor party, has
reoeived'an invitation from S. L. Douglass,
of Indianapolis, secretary of the Industrial
union, to take part in" a national convention
tobe held at Cincinnati next February, to
consist of delegates from Knights of Labor,
agricultural societies, soldiers’ organizations,
Greenbackers, anti-monopolists and all who
have 'lost confidence in the old parties. Mr.
Barnes has repliedto Mr. Douglass. saying
that the convention promises to be made up
of incongruous elements. He does not think
the farmers and workingrnen can have any
common motives with soldiers’ organizai ions,
for instance. He adds that common rumor
has it that there is danger of the convention
being packed and captured by the euemie; of
labor, and asks if it would be possible to
thus “capture” a convention composed of
delegates elected directly by meetings of the
industrial masses.
He thinks such a. convention, which has
been proposed by the Land and Labor party;
will better represent labor, and he hopes the
real friends of the cause will support the lat-
ter proposition. He further says that,
though he and other Henry George men have
been invited to the Cincinnati convention.
Mr. Heath, of Chicago, one of the promoters
of that convention, iras denounced Mr.
George as a political schemer. It would
seem difficult, therefore, for the George men
to go into; the movement on, fair terms.
He declares his belief that ‘Mr; George will
nevertbe a.‘ candidate for any office again,
though his ideas will be pushed forward by
his edhsfénfts ' ‘
Mr. Barnes said that it had not yet been
determined when the national convention of
the Land and Labor party will be held.
i-‘IARVRRB'S .CATACOGUE.
The Number of Students and Professors
the Present Year.
Bosrorv, Dec. 2l.--The catalogue of Har-
vard university shows the numberof students
as follows: Seniors, 239; juniors, 238; sopho-
mores, 224; freshmen, 280; special students,-
96. The divinity school has 20 students; the
law school, 180; the scientific school, 14; the
medical school, 271; the dental, 28; the Bussey
' institute,’8;.sch‘ool of veterinary medicine,
25, and the graduate department has 70.
From the total must be deducted 5 for names
inserted more than once, leaving 1,688 as the
actual ' number of students enrolled. The
officers of government and teachers are rep-
resented as follows: President and fellows,
7; overseers, 32; professors, 61; assistant pro-'
lessons, 23; lecturers, 6; tutors, 3; instructors,
58; demonstr'ator‘s'and assistants, 58; making.
the whole number of teachers 179. Among
the emeritus professors who have been placed ,
upon the retired list since last year appear
the names of the venerable Professor Henry '
W. Torrey, profemor of ancient and modern
history, and Professor ‘James Russell Lowell,
professor of Spanish and French and litera-
ture and professor of belles iettres.
Labor'l‘roublea South.
' Bmsmtonarr, Ala, Dec. 21.—The em.
ployes of the Eureka Iron company at Ox-
moor, six miles'from this city, have quit
work, and the fires in the company’s fur.
mass were banked. The cause of the strike
isthat the people are assessed 81 per month
to pay a school teacher and physician, which
they refuse to pay. .The strikers have been
ordered to vacate the company’s houses at
once, and the. company’s store has been
closed. ' .
Boss Won the Toss.
Cmvnnaun, Dec. 2l.—In a mixed wrest-
ling match last night between Duncan .0.
Ross and--Matsada Sarakichi, 'theJap,” "for
$500a'side, each'man won two falls. The
contestants could uotagree on a style fora
- fifth bout, Ross winning them and naming
collar-and-elbow. The Jap refused to
wrestle that way, and the referee gave the
matchto Ross amid howls from the. audi-
ence. . . .
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I ave therefore combined my practice of an
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Doors, Sash,
Blinds, .Mottldt'ng‘, I
Window .l’kames’,
Piclcets, do.
veneered Hard Wood Work.
Hard Wood Ceiling-end Homing.
South. Norwalk, Conn.
Seven Years Experience n U. S. Patent Office.
Geo. R. Byington,
SOLICITOR OF
PAT E’N T8.
Fireman’s Insurance Building,
wasmucrou. p. c.
Extension Cases before Congress aSpes-Inlly
Building Lou
FOR SALE
On Wilton Avenue
Apply to
a. J. s'runaas. .‘. o. E.WILSON,
eazsrrs comma or
H. PECK WELL,
.ARC TECT.'
No. 7 WATER STREET,.
{sum FOR
Gill crt Lock Company. .' .
Dibble Manufacturing Company’s do or"
. knobs. . »
New York Wood Turning Company. 3
Corner Blocks for window casings. ‘
Round and Square Turned Baiustr Il'fl.
“ “ “ “ Newel: 5.
Plain and Double Moulded Stair Rails.
Also Flat Moulded Door and Window
Casings furnished at short "nofice. _ .
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The Best and Most Desir-
able Assortment ever Shor in
in N orwalk of
Hot Air Furnaces,
Steam Heaters, .
Cooking Stores,
Laundry Stoves, ,i
v
Cooking Ranges,
Double Heaters,.
, NORWALK, .
'1‘
E Incorporated 1812. Charter Perpetual.
- gsortcs H. RAYMOND.
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scrapped )
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POWDER
Absolutely Pure.l -
This Powder never varies. A marvel of pure
str h and wholesomeness. More .economic
than the ordinary kinds, and cannot be sold in com-
petition with the multitude of~low test, short
wei ht, ailnm or phosphate powders.
our. Burma Pownart 00.,‘106 Wall St, N. Y.
R. B. CRAUFURD,
INVESThlEN'I‘ SECURITIES, REAL
ESTATE AND INSURANCE,
31 MAIN STREET, - - NORVVALK.
Gno.w.mnn IELLECK,
ssnnsusnoox's Brock. WALL smssr,
FAMILY GROCERIES.
J. BELDEN‘ HURLBUTT,
Attorney and Counsellor at Law,
Room No. 4. Up Stairs.
GAZETTE BUILDING, NORWALK, CONN
ems r. Hosanna,
' Attorney am! Counselor at Law
a Gazette Building,
CONN.
' ALEX. s. GIBSON,
0133th Of 13$ CongegalilionalfChnrch, Waterbury,
esc er 0
Pianoforte, Organ and Musical
' Composition,
Lock Box 39 P. 0., NORWALK, CONN.
E. WHITWORTII,
Successor to B. Conn,
MERCHANT TAILOR,
WEEKS’ BUILDING, WALL STREET. .
a FULL 1.1le or
Imported and Domestic Cloths.
Of the Latest Styles, constantly on hand.
Novelties in Scotch Suitings. Satisfaction guaran-
teed in every particular. ,
PENSIONS
——2AND:—
Government Claims.
My sole business. Thousands have Rights
Negected. Address, free of charge, or visit,
GEN. W. H. NOBLE,
91 Stratford Avenue, Bridgeport, Conn
O. E. WILSON,
General Insurance it Real Estate Agent
Money to Loan. '
Room No. 3 Gazette Building, Norwalk, Conn.
NA INSURANCE 00., of HARTFORD.
CAPITAL AND ASSETS, $8,902,272.84.
Insures against loss and damage by Fire. on
terms adopted to the hazard and consistent with
the laws of compensation. COWLES a; MERRILL,
Sole Agents for N orwalk and vicinity.
THE
Norwalk Fire Insurance Co.
Has now completed its
ISIh SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS YEAR
,And has not outstanding a dollar ’of unpaid losses
or claims for losses. No sound company insures
for less. ,
W. C. Smear, Pres. s. E. Omsrsan, Tress,
GEO. R. Cowman Secretary.
, L. E. QUIN'I‘ARD,
Successor to W. E. Qumran,
UNDERTAKER 8: EMBALMER.
OPPOSITE HORSE RAILROAD DEPOT.
Residence 143 Main Street." elephoue communi-
cation with office an residence,
A. ‘OARD.
Having purcgased the
FURNITURE . BUSIN ESS,
Recently carried on by WILLIAM Locxwoon at
No. 36 MAIN STREET.
I am prepared to meet the wants of all prospective
purchasers of furniture, both STAPLE AND
ORNAIEXTAL I have on hand a large
stock which I will sell
VERY CHEAP FOR. CASH
lshall bepieased to meet all old or new friends
and will guarantee satisfaction in
every case.
PETER L. GUIGUE,
FLORIST .& Ni] 8+ YMIN,
UNION AVENUE,
North of Norwaik Cemetery, _
RORWAJLE, - - CORE.
Butler in' In Green House and Hot House and
Bedding and Vegetable Plants, Fruit and Ornamen
tsi Trees Shrnbbery, Vines. Cut Flowers alway
out: no andailnorts of designsin Flowers arranged
founder. 41y2 '
Grading and Re-fllling Cemetery Plots
promptly attended to.
FOR SALE,
. ., as'rvmsn
V IC T O R I A;
Newly Trimmed and Painted.
' A Fine Family Carriage.
Will be sold at a very low price.
HENRY TILLY,
CARRIAGE MAKER.
scorn NOR WALK.
Parlor Statues,
Hall Stoves,
_ Store Stafges,
017500} Stov es,
Shop 8 tones,
ing to cooking and 1- heat-
ing at the
Lilli! Possible Price in 1' Carl.
Money to Loan, i.
In ulreofo.E.WILSON,No.lGase tte Bui-Id-
lg, orwsilr. Conn. rm ,
Don’t Do It!
.Don’t send your laundry work out of town, when
gym can have it done at home in, in first-class style
and at reasonable prices. Call or send for price
nix. Goods must be at the laundry by Thursday
morning to Insure delivery on Saturday. Open
evenings until 8 o’clock.
Old Well Laundry,
GEO.- W. HALLOGK, Manager.
87 WASHINGTON STREET, SOUTH NOBWALK
GENERAL MARKET.
Meat. Fish, Vegetables. die.
LOCKWOOD 85 ANDREWS.
MAIN STREET.
All kinds of the best qualities of Meats, Fish,
Clams, Vegetables, etc., are kept constantly on
cured at any market in Norwals. We intend to
prove to our customers that we deserve their
patronage by fair and generous dealing.
lyso . LOCKWOOD as ANDREWS.
hand. and will be sold by us as low as can be pro- .
THE. OLD YEAR’S Blisssma'V
I am fading from you. '
But one drawetb near. .
Called the angel guardian
0fthecomiugyear. ~- , ' g
'Ifmygifteandgraees -, .-
/ Coldly you forget,
Letthe New Year’sangel " ,"
Bless and crown them yet.
For we work together;
He and I are one,
let him and and perfect
All I leave undone.
I brought good desrres,‘
Though as yetbut seeds: . ,,
Let the New Year make them - ,
Blossomintodeeds. ; 11:2:
I brought joy tobrighten ' ' ' .‘ 1. 5
Many happy daysz - ,_ . . ,
let the New Year’s angel ' ’
Turn it into pgaise.
If I give you sickness, - .1
If I brought. you care, '
Let him make, one patience .
And the other prayer.
Where I brought you sorrow,
Through his care at length,
~._ It may rise triumphant
“ Into future Strength.
If I brought you plenty,
All wealth’s bounteous charms
Shall not the new angel '
Turn them into aims?
I gave health and leisure, .
Skill to dream and plan;
Let him make them nobler
Work for God and man.
If I broke your idols,
Showed you they were dust.
Iet him turn the knowledge
Into heavenly trust.
If I brought temptation,
let sin die away,
Into boundless pity
For all hearts that stray.
If your list of errors, __
Dark and long appears,
let this new born monarch ; .
Melt them into tears.
May you hold this angel
Dearcr than the last— . .
So I bless his future
While he crowns my past.‘ , '
ADELAIDE A. Pnocros.
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—and let him in
That standeth there alone. -
And waiteth at the door, ,
There‘s a new foot on the floor. my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door. -A. Tennyson.
THE OLD' BELL ETNGER.
The old cathedral white and silent lies,
Its slender towers pointing to the side, ’
Crowned on each pinnaclefwith heavenly light:
The morn looks down and smiles her silver smile,
Touching the world to lovelinem the while,
Yet breathing such a silence from her height
That we could fancy even an angel’s tread
No holler calm upon the air should shed
Than this sweet silence of the moonlight night.
"has on this day, just thirty years ago,
And all the land lay warm beneath the snow,
(Seei higher still the shadows softly steal i) ,
They laid my darling in her narrow bed, '
While I upon its brink felt cold and dead,
Bearing a sorrow which no time could heal;
(For a few moments with my weakness bear,
I scarce tonight can cross the snowy square.
Though I must join you in your midnight-peak)
Remember I! I remember it so well.
Each tiny snowflake kissed her as it fell
Upon the lowly mound that stood alone;
For hours I dumbly knelt, but could not pray,
And then I turned and went my lonely way—
mm ‘ gthe hand thatused tociasp, my own.
Missing the dear face ever at my side;
I had but her in all the world sowide!
What wonder that my heart seemed turned
stone? .
That night the OldYear died. Some onehad said
That 'l—whose love lay still and dead—
Should ring the birthday chime of the New
Year; '
So from my loneliness I rose and came-
Would not my grief be everywhere the same?
Ah! you remember now. So full and clear
The joyous chime flew on the frosty air:
You wonder I your laughter did not share;
How could you guess this was my werdleu
prayer?
And that I knew at last my God could hear.
Alone and still her grave lay far below,
Covered so softly by the quiet snow,
But far above she dwelt in whiter dress.
In brighter joy and purer loveliness!
And toward this home our happy peal arose;
What wonder I could lift my eyes at last,
And, lifting them, the darkest hour-seemed past;
I‘m coming. friends; how dim the morn light
grows! p
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Just thirty times, with every new born year,
Have I been one among the ringers here,
And now each tone has grown into a friend,
A faithful friend, whose happy voice I love,
The friend who here my first weak prayer above,
In that great grief my Father chose to send.
Now my last peai some lonely heart shall cheer,
And then, though dying with the dying year,
I shall have home His message to the end.
The Kin .is deeds. Then let me ai
A pmn- mm m tongue of' shoe ,
Hosannahs fort joy we feel ,'
£9 see in dustlllrieirl bannhis er tgadelgified
ls sorrow a , pawon ,
" . And hope‘s gri htstarouee more unveiled.
. Le it resound. .
Around. around.
'AKingIsdead, aKiugiscrerwned.
The King is dead! I, too, would tell
A dirge '.0 His degaorted so
Out in the hi ht, in pole to pole,
' an desert. mountand vale
R011, to it out upon the gale,
’l‘lll all earth lists the thrilling tale
In cotta homes
Neath ded domes
Behold the King!
He comes: He comes!
OTime! the benutifler of the dead,
Adorner of the ruin, comforter
And only healer when the heart hath bled—-
Tir'ne! the corrector where our judgments err.
The test of truth, love—sole philosopher,
For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift,
Which never loses though it doth defer—
Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift
Ify handétand eyes, and heart, and crave of thee
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—Byron-Chldo Wold.
Norwalk Chronicler