Ill!4 'wlrfei 1 1 cV .... !X Mil rlrnr'j AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. oZ&X!' Vol. yi. , IVcav Uloomfleltl, ln., Tiientlfiy, lecieiiilt;i' 2-1, 187:2. . IVo. 58. IR rUBUSUKO ITERT TUKSUAT MORNING, BT FBANK MOETIMEE & CO., ' At New Bloomfleld, Terry Co., Ta. eelnn provided ' with Stwinl Towr, and large Cylinder Hiid Job-Presses, we are preparad 1,0 do all kinds of Job -Printing lu good style and at Low l'rices. - ADVKUT1SING KATKSl Trantimt H Cent! per lino for one Insertion. 18 " " ' two Insertion 15 " " ," three insertions. Business Notices in Local Column 10 Cents per line.- Notices of Marrlnies or Deaths Inserted free. Tributes of Respect, Ac, Ten ccnti per line. TEAKLT ADVERTISEMENTS Oae IncU one year , .. . . 110,00 , Two inches " " . I 18.00 lFor longer yearly adv'ts terras will be given upon application. F02 1IA33IS. I hope to como home In the spring. When my term of enlistment Is o'er; When the (lowers are bursting in bloom. And I am a soldier no more. Obi yes, I'll come home In the spring,. . ,. When the birds till w ith muslo the air i And many sad titles I wilt tell Of war, and a soldiers hard fare. For twenty-eight mouths and more. Far away from my home I have been ; Upon many a blood-covered Held, Sights of sutlerlng and death 1 have seen. Do you wonder I want to come home Wheu my present enlistment Is o'er, To live with those whom 1 love. And witness such scenes nevermore? . The lifoof our country's at stake. And all on the soldier depend Tills wicked rebellion to crush, ' ' ' ' ' And that beautiful Hag to defend. Prom my duty I never will shrink, Let life or let deatli be my fate ; I will always prove true to that flaii. My country. Its laws and my state. lam thinking of you all tonight Of Willie and Elmer, so dear. And hope to return to you all In May or June of next year. Ves! yesl I'll come home In tho spring. In the meantime I'll think of you all; Think often and fondly of me, And In the spring I will give you a call. . 1W W. A. llm.i.iNi,. Co. "B." 1st Rifles. P. K. V '., ltristue Hlutiou, Virginia, Dec. 2,'ith, 1 o'clock, A. M. ' CONFIDENCE. HT B. I. HALE. WITH TDK cnilOMOLITB, II V II. BILUNUS. DEAR LITTLE JANET ! And you want me to tell her story ? Why, she would say there was no story to toll. I say " dear little Janet !" For all that, she is a wonian grown now ; and the last time I saw her there was a great bouncing Donald In her lap. For a' that, and for a' that, she will always be ." little Janet" to me. , There never was a child . who showed so fully what the woman was to prove. The first time I ever saw her was one day when ber father had fallen in with me on a cross road in the Piscataquis valley: That is far away, forty miles above Bangor in Maine, He was on his bay-cart: 1 was sitting on a log. We nodded to each other ; and ho, seeing my knapsack and Btick, asked if I would not mount with him, which I did and so, - before long, we came up to bis cheerful, rambling, great shingle-palace of a house, where I had already promised to pass the night with him. We brought up in front of the barn, from which we had already beard shoutH of " Coop 1 Coop !" Who should appear at a little three-corner ed window in the gable but little Janet, flaxen curls Hying wild about her bead. "Hurrah I" said "Miss Janet." "Hur rah !' said her father : " jump, birdie !" and, before poor cockney I well understood the order, the child flew out of the window down into his arms ; and they both rolled over and over iu the hay. I have seen many a jump Into hay-carts, nay, have made my share ; but I never saw such a flight as that. And even thou it was not the distance which seemed most surprising: It was the absolute promptness, so per. fectly fearless : - " Hers not to make reply, Hers not to question why." lie said "jump Y' and she jumped, not because she calculated the height, or had done it before, but because be told her to, and she loved and trusted him. That was little Janet all ovor. Now, steadiness like that and readiness like that bleed isteadinecs and readiness. It seems queer to me that I had never seen Janet before, I have seen her bo much and ao often since. I had not seen her long. before I found that I trusted her as im plicity as she did me ; indeed, there was not a man who worked on tho farm who had not absolute confidence in the child, or was not sure of her promptness, punct uality, and affection. Nor was it men and women alone who felt so. The horses and the cows nay, the pigs and the hens all knew her cheerful voice and her ready at tendance and her steady hand. Jotham said she could collar and harness that cross brute "Mad March"; that she would climb into tho manger and put the wretch's collar on, and put the bit in his mouth, because she was such a lady. I know she could do it ; and of course Mad March let her do it, for he could have oaten her, had ho been carnivorous, and hardly know he had tasted food. But it was not because she was a lndy, but because hor easy confidence, as I say, created the same confidence in all. Do you remember Miss Yongo's pretty story of Miss Keble? The little wrens trusted her so entirely that they came to pick the red berries which were printed ou her muslin dress ; and, when the found they could not get any of them oft", they flew down and crept up under the skirt, thinking they should get at tho borrios on the other side. I have seen the little birds do that with Janet, not such wrens as those, because there are none in Maine, but some little witches not so much bigger than an English wren, whose name I do know. Wren or no wren, they knew Janet, even if sho did not know their name, nor they hers. ' ' The protty picture Mr. Billings bus made of her juBt represents both sidos. I mean sho trusted the birds, and the birds trus ted her. In the picturo you see just how it was. This littlo whistler has fascinated her, and sho has fascinated him. He knows sho will not hurt him ; and it almost seems as if she were listening ) him, and learning from him, as in the "Arabian Nights" and in tin Oermau fairy-tales, the girls of the real blue blood understand the language of caterpillar, cricket, grasshop per, toad, frog, weasel, pussey-cat, tom-tit, ostrich, camel-leopard, and all other verte brates or invertebrates. Dear little Janet, she is as good a fairy as the best of them 1 After the haymow flight, wheu she was as big a girl as Mr. Billings has made her, we bad many a tramp together up-brook, through moose-wood and over mountain, I have seen her pass from rock to rock, on one of the ridges of Ktaaun, with no thought of taking a staff, with no kind of uneasiness, though she wore just on the sheer edge of that precipice which you re member perhaps on the southern face of Ktaadu. I have seen it fifty miles away. Yes ; aud I have seen the child's father fell a pine-tree a hundred and fifty years old, that we might walk dry-shod across the stream ; and the moment it fell little Janet was the first to 'swing herself upon the trunk, to run aoross as lightly as one of hor own little birds would, and in ten sec onds was beckoning aud waving her hand from the rocks on the other shore. . We could not hear a word she said for the rush of the rapids in the gorge below. Her father, who worships ber, as well be may, used to tell a story of an experience of theirs in a sort of out-lying station he had, half shanty and half lumber-camp, just on the edge of the woods. Mrs. Trevor had gone up with him and Janet, and the chil dren; aud they were to have a sort of picnio frolio for three or four days. But one of the little boys was not well ; so their moth er bad taken them all home, leaving Janet to cook for her father, who had something in band. Poor fellow t In the middle of the second morning, as he pried up a heavy sill from its resting-place, (the ground gave way under him, bis bar slipped, aud he and the log rolled down together in the hole he bad made, poor Trevor undorueath, and his leg broken just above the ankle. Janet was with him iu two soconds ; but she could not free him, nor could five others like her, " Bhe did not wait long," be said. Oi?ho went like a bird, down to McMurtriu's pas ture, a mile and a half down the Intervale Over the root-fence, into the pasturo, and then, threading through the high ferns, she began to call "Dun! Dun! Dan 1' Now, Dan wns a vicious old stallion whom McMurtrie chose to keep ranging in his pas ture and in the woods. Whon McMurtrie or any of his men wanted Dan, which was four times in a summer, it took a peck of salt, and lurings aud chasings, lariats and lassos Indescribable, to woo him and to win him. And now this child for Janet was still not a woman grown only called Dan two or three times, and down through the underbrush came the great hulking croa ture, glowering at her; and as she slowly walked up to him with a handful of rasp- berrios, be did urn away ; and then noil and there ho stood and she stood, she on a rough bowlder, he nibbling at the fruit; she rubbing bis head between the ears, he whinnying with satisfaction that he hod company. And at last wnen Janet thought the tntente cordialt was attained she coolly put her little green scarf through his mouth, behind his great teeth, and, before ho knew it, she had flung hersolf ou his back, and was away. Tliey were not long making the six miles to the village. As she came in by the saw-mill, she met Dr. Kittredge. She told him her story ; and in three minutes he and four or five other men were in a lumber-wagon on their way to the rescue. Kittredge told me this him self. They asked the girl if she would not go with thorn; but Janet said no: somebody must take Dan back to tho pasture, and so she wont ahead of the party. Poor Trevor was released in Icsb th an two hours from the time ho fell. . But you want to know how Wildair first met her. It is John Wildair, remember, not Taylor: Taylor is in Australia. Jonn is Taylor's brother. , That is just tho way with you young people. All you care about is tho love-making and the wedding. Now, I might entertain you for an hour with plonsant accounts of how tiro Trevors came into tho Piscataquis valley, and how I came to bo thoio, and of the origin of the Trevor family ; and you would skip it all to see how the story turned out, and who married them. Only Helen, of all of you, would read about the early history of Cornwall ; ,uid she would do it, not because sho wan- tod to know, but from love of me. Well, John Wildair first saw Janet on board a Kennebec steamer, literally on board, if you will rightly consider tho de rivation pf that term. John .Wildair was sitting on the deck, at . Bath, watching as tho pasKseugcrs caino. on board. And two men brought an old lndy, in a chair, down the wharf and upon the deck; and Jauet came with her, and wrapped her up warm and coddled hor, and made hur feci quite at homo. Thou the old lady wished she had some of the oranges which a Gorman woman was selling on the wharf; and Jauet ran ashoro to buy them. While the Ger man fiddled about tho change, the boat cast oil", the captain's bell struck, and they had fairly pulled the gangway in, when Janet came running, back with her fruit. Did she stop? Not she 1 " Please run it ou again," she said ; and the wharf-hands obeyed her, just as Dan obeyed her in the pasture. Aud tho little bird, as I called hor b efore, ran right over the board, the boat moving the eud along steadily as she did so, and sprang upon tho deck, as perfectly unconscious as if she had been walking the floor. Years after John Wildair tried to make hor remember it: but she did not remember it all; she said indeed, there was nothing to remember. Bhe said there was uo danger, and conse quently no courage ; that the plank would remain on the boat fully five seconds, and the slowest woman in Christendom could have crossed in two. Still John Wildair wondered when he saw her do it ; aud, as I believe, admired her then and there, that she did not spend ten seconds first in in quiries of the wharf-men whether or no it would be safe to cross the gangway. But John was destined to see her again far, far away. Tom Trevor went to the war in the Forty-seventh Maine Rifles. Tom was the wild-cat, black-haired brother that dared everything, and went everywhere. And after that horrid carnage at Bell's Ford, when the list of tho Forty-seven tti were printed, Tom's uamo was among the mis sing. Dead perhaps? Janet said, "No, not dead." bhe was Bure he waa not dead. If be had been shot, some man would have seen him full, and would have told of it ; for they all liked Tom. No ; Jauet, with all her own clear-sightedness, which is what Mr. Billings and I call " Confidence," pro nounced that he was in a rebel prison. Theu the next thing for her to do was to go and find him. Hor father would not hear of it ; for, as I said, he worshipped Janet. But, because people are fuiu to obey those whom they worship,he had to do as Janet bade him before be knew it ; and in fewer days than it takes me to tell this story,as we saf when we write iu the Dime Series, Jauet was in Washington, besioging Ktiapp at the Sanitary, aud Stanton in his den, and Gen. Townseud in his, for some sort of pass that would carry her aoross the lines. Little good did sho get of that. Of oourse there was no pass of any kind or sort ; aud they all told her, with great ton dorness, that she would have doue much better to stay at home. But Janet did not go home, for all that. 1 By this time they knew, and the knew, that Tom Trevor was in Richmond, in Hospital No. 21, where were our wounded prisoners. Whether he was there because ho was sick, r because he was wounded, she did not know, nor could anybody learn ; but he. was there. What Janet did was to go up to Harper's Ferry. ' Then she turned up at Stanton aud Lexington, and one fine day, appeared in Lynchburg, quite comfortable within rebel territory, very seedy, and speaking very bad English and very good French. She called on all the ministers in Lynchburg; sho staid at Lynchburg till she could be sure whether tbey would not want her as a teacher in the academy. Mean while she knit stockings like fury for the wounded ; and in the hospital there was not a volunteer nurse as ready and careful as Janet, nor so universal a favorite as sho. And so it happened that when, in the spring of '04, Butler struck it so suddenly at Ber muda Hundred, and fought the battle of the fog ; and when the wounded began to be sent to tho rear from the Wilderness and Spottsylvania ; when Dr. MacGrcgor and Mr. Harris went down to Richmond with fresh spring vegetables for the wound ed, Mllo. Lacretello, whom you and I know better as Janet, went with them, with express charges to look after certain Wound ed of the Twenty-ninth Virginia. Nobody could go in without Dr. MacQregor's pass J but he wonld take Mllo.Lacretelle anywhere. That was the way that it happened that Janet, after bIio bad carried Adam Clement the stockings bis mother had sent, and to Jesse Burton tho headrest Mary sent, and the boxes of homo-baked cake to Joe. Stratton and Walt. Victor, and the letters to twenty others, whom she found in one hospital and another, appointed herself to duty one day at Hospital No. 21, with a note from Dr. MacGrcgor to our good friend Dr. Sample, who was in charge there. The note said that she was a per fect nurse, and could speak French and German well. Sample had little to do with French or German ; but he had no surplus of perfoct nurses. And so it was, that, one morning when Tom Trevor was waiting for his breakfast of mush and molasses, it was brought to him, not by the nice red-turbaned black woman who brought it Monday, but by a tinny little white woman iu tho full dress of a sister of charity. Tom hopped a foot off bis bod when the sister of charity turned on him ; but the sister of charity magnetiz ed Tom also, so that his "Janet!" died unspoken. But from that moment, I can tell you, Tom began to get well. So did JohnWildair, who lay iu the next bed ; aud so did all the Smiths and the Joneses and the rest, with whom this story has nothing to do. Never was there such a sunshiny place as was that ward of No. 21, till they were all packed up and packed off, aud sent back into the country. And then ! Why, by the time, Mile. Lacretelle had her way as perfectly as any red tapist of thorn all. Not Dr. Sample nor Dr. MacGrcgor could draw up requi sitions with more formality, insist on pre cedent more precisely, or do as he chose more certainly, than could the Fronch nurse. She never asked for anything that was not right ; and, when she asked for anything, she asked as if she were certain It was to be granted. So the end was, that it always was granted. Tom Trevor was assigned to Lynchburg. Dear me 1 how John Wildair wished that he could be assigned to Lynchburg. He would have given his hand had he dared asked her to assign him to Lynchburg. And the only reason ne did not dare was bis feat that she would find out, by bis asking, how ' it was a matter of life and death for him to go there. Queer human nature I He hoped she knew ho was all in all to him ; and yet that was the one thing he did not tell bar, and was so afraid she would find out. ' Why was ho afraid ? Why? Oh ! it Is tho old, old story. What if she did find out, and then moved Tom into Ward A, and lot Rebecca come into Ward B in her place, what would John Wildair do then, poor thing t So John Wildair did not say one word ; and so ho was assigned to Lewisburg, whon they were assigned to Lynchburg. Die of a broken heart? Not a bit of it. Ho did not die at all ; ho got well. He bribed a black brother to leave him out of a wludow ; and he stolo a horse, and rode him thiity miles before daylight. Then he slept all day in a barn ; then ho stole another horse, and then another ; aud so he tin ned up at Harper's Ferry ; and as he was in Buttery Seven in front of Peters burg ; and so he marched under Ord to Ap pomattox Court House ; and so, when Janet brought poor Tom, still limping, down to our linos, and hunted up the Forty-seventh fMaiue, aud John Wildair was in command, because ho ranked every officer left in tho field. And did not John "Wildair tell her theu how glad he was to see her Yen.. And she was glad to see him! And John had her and Tom sent back to the field hospital in an old cnrryalh and in the evening came - down to see how Tom had borne the journey.. And after that be took Janet out to see the sun set behind the river ) and they walked .and they talked, and John told her how desolate all life had been to him since she and Tom went to Lynchburg, and beggod ber, by the love he bore her, never to leave him njrain, with out saying he might come after her. I don't know what he said to her ; but I know, that, , after the Forty-seventh,' was paid off, I married them both, and that there,accordlng to all rule, this story ought to eud. i - When Mr. Billings sent the painting to John to look at, and said it was named "Confidence," Janet asked if "Confi dence" was not Latin for " Brass-" But John said "No": he said that it 'Was a word whioh ment Faith and Love mixed together. And we hung the picture above the mantle in the dining-room ; and as we sat looking at it, the' brothers and sisters -came in for prayers, and old Cbloe brought in the little Donald. And old Grandfather Trevor opened the old Bible he brought from Cornwall, and be read, "I give unto you power to tread on ser pents and scorpions, and over all tho power of the enemy."--.FV0m " Old and New" for December. The boaiitltlul f 'hromollth. "rownnmK'K." by Hammatt Miixinob to which reference is made In (he story above. Is oivkn away to every lie newul and New Hubscrilier to ' oi.u and Kkw" for 1HT.I, at tl.nu; or at $4,25 the chroiuollth will be furnished handsomely mounted ready for framing. It is 10x14 Inches, and printed iu beautiful oil coioi'9 from eighteen lithographic stones. Address (i Kl). A. COOLllKiK Business Agent, eare of Hob. Kitis UiiOTUKua, I'ubllshers, 143 W ashingiuii M. lioston, Mass. A Vessel Sunk by a Sword Fish. ' The Manchester Guadian says that a dis patch from Levuka, tho capital of the Fiji Islands, announces the total wreck of tho schooner Trent, after having been attacked by a monster sword fish. It appears the Trent left Levuka on the 28th of Decem ber last, on a " lapour" cruise, and called at Rowa, which sho cleared on the 30th. On the 0th of February something struck the vossel, and immediately afterwards water rushed into the cabin from a large hole iu the quarter. Ou looking over the side it was found that an immense sword fish had attacked the vessel, and was hang ing by its sword to the ship's side. The fish was caught, and on it being hauled on board it was found to measure twelve feet in length, and four and a half feet round the body. Its sword, whioh was over two feet long, had beeu driven through the planking up to the fish's head with such force as to slit the fish's lower jaw. On the 21st of March, after experiencing a very severe hurricane of four days, Boham's island was sighted : and on Juno 9th, the Trent commenced to take in water freely through the place where she had been struck by the sword fish. The vessel went ashore on a reef, and afterwards foundered, all efforts to stop the leak being futile. The crew escaped to the shore. tSTAsa "set oft-" to some of the wou derful rulings of the post office department a contributor suggests that the post office officials adopt the following: A subscriber residing in a county in which a paper is printed, can take paper, provided he pays in advance, and urges his Jiuighbors to subscribe. If ho does not ive in the county in which he resides, and the paper is not printed in tho same county in whicli it has its press-work done, then tho county must pay double postage ou the man we mean a two ceut county must bo affixed to every postage stamp that is to say, every two ounces of a man we mean the paper county the man well, we must leave this ruling to the discretion of the postmaster. Poland Halt Mines. The salt mines of Poland, it is stated, ' are the most beautiful and on the largest scale in the world. Visitors walk over four miles iu the long open galleries, and there are many that have not beeu entered for years. These galleries undormine a whole town, and are places of popular amuse- niAlifc. whm-A hnnflfl tilav. Imllu ai vIua . and refreshments on every scale may be had nt the buffet. A splendid chapel is fitted up iu one mine, where mass is celolrated once a year. The ceilings, walls, etc, are all out out of the solid, glittoring, greenish salt. ' ' - " ;
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