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Bloomsburf . Columbia County, Pa.
IT SEEMS BUT A DAY.
BY 0T P. ROBINSON.
ft seems but a day since we were both boy a, -Full
of fancies and frolic, and dodiodm and noise
Since we relied up oar trousers and waded the
atreatn,
Aad ourdays were as bright as a beautiful dream.
It seems bat a da y nine, oar dear mother left
For the laad of the deal and tLe realms of the b!et ;
Yet full twenijPyenrs have kwept fleelingly by,
And yon and 1, brother, axe ready to die.
It seems but a day since our good Father died,
Who sever a boon, that we needed, denied
Since we placed him beside her aad tamed from the
spot.
And in silence went back to our desolate cot.
It seems but a day since we wandered away
From the home of our boyhood and frolic and play.
With hopes high and ardent went into the strife,
For fortune and fame in the battle of life. '
Thy memories. Oh Time, are sacred and sweet
As the deep-felt eipotioos hen absent friends meet,
Aad as backward we look o'er life's wearisome way
We think of long yeara thovgh they seem but a day.
THE IRON CROSS.
a woman's coxtession.
A little faded minatnre of a young girl in
all her freshness. I can scarcely believe that
I ever looked like this I, an old, sad wo
man, who looks longingly to the time when
the places I have known shall know mc no
more. And, yet I, even I, was young and
lovely once. ..-Ahnie! how Ions: it seems 1
Long agoT longer than to most women, lor
the blight fell upon me soon, and I count
nearly ail my yeara by my sorrows.
I waa born by the seashore, that same
everlasting flood upon whose water's roar I
listen as 1 write. Sly father was wealthy,
and I was raised in the lap of luxury, lie
died when I was ten years old, and most
needed his care. I wish he had lived. He
might have made me a better, woman, and
the ctory of my life might have been differ
ent lie died, I have said, when I most
needed his care, and I was left alone with
my mother. She was not fit'for the charge
Confided to her. . She was weak and giddy,
and she reared me in her notions of fashion
and folly. -1 do not blame her that mylife
has "been so sad, for it was in my power to
change it, but L would not I grew up a
beautiful, fascinating, fashionable woman,
and was greatly admired. You would not
think it, I know, to look at me now ; but it
is so. When I was grown, I made the dis
covery that my father's luxurious style of
living had greatly diminished his fortune,
and the persistency with which my mother
cluru.to her accustomed mode of life made
fearful inroads upon the rest. A few years
at the farthest would exhaust it. I spoke
of this to my mother and she acknowledged
it, but declared her inability to help it In j
less than a year she died ; and oh, such a j
fearful death ! I shudder when I think of '
it, though it was years ago, and I seem to
hear her last words to me even yet "Nellie,
never , marry a poor man. Make a rich
match.'
It needed not my mother's wish to confirm
me in my desire to contract a rich marriage,
for I had determined to adopt the plan as
the only means by which I could escape from
the doom of poverty which I saw hanging
over me. -1 had not the moral courage to
face it and I resolved to fly from it; hut I
little dreamed of the struggle that was in
Btore for me.
When I was a" child my only playmate
was a boy a few years older than myself. He
"was named Walter uwynne, and was the
son of a neighbor. Walter and I had been
playmates and schoolmates together. He
. had carried me in his arms often, and used
to call me his pet. As we grew up our
childish affection strengthened, and when
we became man and woman we loved each
other with a love that could not die. We
were never pledged to each other, but I
knew his heart and he knew mine. When
my mother died Walter was very good to
me. O, never had I loved him so well as I
did then 1 . In my gratitude I gave him a
relic that had belonged to my father, and
begged him to keep it for ray sake. It was
a small, curiously worked ross of iron, and
bore this inscription in German, "I gave
gold for iron, 1813." It was one of the fa
mous iron crosses that were bestowed by the
King of Prussia in the waragainst Napoleon,
and nad been conferred for merit on my
grandfather. It had never been in unwor
thy hands and I gave it to Walter; as he
was the only one I knew who merited it ;
but I did not think then that my hand would
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inaeeu iay upon mm a cross oi iron never to
"be laid down.
I was deeply attached to ray mother, and
mourned for her sincerely; but this was not
xny greatest sorrow. A heavier grief came
vpon me one for which I alone was respon-
sible, it is true, but which was none the
veasicr to bear on that account . t .
1 I had resolved on marryina rich man, as
t own fortune would not last much longer
' A I was firm in my determination. I lov-J-
Walter Gwynne with my whole heart,
he wa3 poor, and I knew would have a
struggle in life; and I had not the
- p to face the world with him. I hated
for my weakness, and would have
i -orlis to have been hi3 wife ; but I
- the moral strength to make the
was wicked, I know ; but I have
or it since, and if sorrow can make
. ybr sin, then I have paid the ut-
ticks after my mother's death,
d with me down to the rocks
sea-shcre. It wa3 one of our
.i- V, and it was the first time
ivezient that we had been to
fore than a few minutes at a
(oka to me about my future
h mo what I would do. I told
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him I did not know ; that my future was
still shrouded in mystery and doubt
"I have thousht of this a treat deal,
Nellie." he said, earnestly, "and I do not
think I shall do wrong to speak to you as I
wish."
I glanced up at his face, and, as I saw the
look there, knew what he wished to say. I
erew Dale and faint
"No, Walter, no," I gasped. "Don't
sav it don't sav it !
"I must say it, Nellie," he went on, "and
you must listen to me. Jver Bince we were
children I have loved you, and have looked
to the day when I should claim you as my
wife. Now that you are alone in the world,
1 think 1 have a right to urge my claim.
You know I love you, and I have believed
that you love me. You know my prospects
as well as I do, and that I have a hard strug
gle before me, but with your encouragement
and love, I think I can come out of the con
test with success. Will you be my wife,
iNelheY"
I had sunk down on a rock, for I could go
no further. My limbs refused to sustain me:
and it seemed that my heart would break. I
covered my face with my hands, and strove
fiercely to control my emotions. All my
love for Walter rushed upon mo in a strong
and mighty torrent, which well nigh swept
away the barriers of my sinful resolution.
How grand and noble he looked as he laid
his heart before me in all its simple
truthfulness, and how false and foul I was,
as I shrank before his avowal, in my crimi
nal weakness! I wish I had died then ; it
would have been better for me. I said noth
insr, for I could not trust my voice, and
Walter spoke again.
" I want you to decide with a view to your
own happiness. If you do not love me
enough to be my wife, you might learn to do
so. But if it will make you happier to re-
"Happier?" I asked bitterly.
He had been gazing out upon tho sea, and
turned sudden'y at the sound of my voice.
It was so full of bitterness that it startled
even him. j
"Are you sick, Nellie?" he asked, anx- j
iously. i
"No," I answered with forced calmness, !
" only I cannot talk to you about this now,
Walter. I cannot now. At some other
time."
" I have been too hasty," he said tenderly.
" Poor child, your grief has not grown calm
enough for you to think of" anything but
your mother. I can wait, Nellie. I could
wait a lifetime for you."
A sharp pain shot through my heart, and
it was with difficulty that I repressed a sigh
of anguish. My heart was wrung with a
terrible torture, and I felt that I could en
dure Walter's presence no longer. I wanted
to be alone. I asked him to go back by
himself and leave me, as I wanted to be
alone. He seemed surprised at first, but
when I repeated my request, he turned to go
awav. I sprang up and caught his hand.
"Walterl"
"Nellie!"
"If anything should happen to give you
cause to hate me, would you do so?"
"Hate you, Nellie ? I do not think I could
hate you. '
' ' Not even though I should give you cause
to do so?" I asked, scarcely knowing what
I said.
" Not even then, Nellie. I would, in such
a case feel great sorrow, but no unkindness.
But what makes you ask me ?" He looked
at me anxiously as he spoke.
"Nothing," I replied. " Go, leavo mc
now, I am weak and nervous."
He turned off with a sigh, and as he went
he seemed to, carry all the light of my exis
tence with him. 1 sank down on the rock
and gave way to my feelings. I suffered in
tensely, and my self-hatred became almost
unendurable; but still I grew firmer in my
resolution. That outburst enabled me to go
throush the rest with more calmness. It
was dark when I went back home, and by
that time I had conquered my heart.
Among my mends was a gentleman wliom
I had known from my childhood. He was
fif ty, at least and I was just twenty-one. I
received a visit irom mm a iow uays uiter
my interview with Walter, and before he
left he made me an offer of his hand. He
told me he had loved mc for a long time, but
had feared to speak before, as he was much
older; that he learcd I could not love mm ;
but now that I was alone in the world, he
felt that he had a right to -tell me of his
love.
These were almost the very words Walter
had spoken to me, and they fell with a cold
chill on my heart I asked him time to re
flect on the offer he had made, and was given
as long a period as I desired.
It seemed to me that some hidden power
was holding out this offer to me to tempt
me to my late. Here was a man, of pure
and noble heart, who wished to make me his
wife, lie was wealthy, and my position
would be even better than at present ; but 1
did not love him. Yet I had resolved upon
a rich marriage, and I had no better pros
pect than this. Should I accept him? Oh,
the torture, the agony, of those thoughts!
I felt that I knew what my course would be.
It would be to deceive a true, good man,
who trusted me, and prove false to my own J
heart .
I avoided Walter, but could not help see
ing him sometimes, lie never said anything
more with regard to the offer he had made
me, but I perceived that he was anxiously
awaiting my answer. Little did he dream
how much suffering those interviews cost me.
I would have given my life to have knelt at
his feet and laid my heart bare before him,
to have asked him to taks me to his own
great heart and save me from myself; but I
could not I could not
I resolved to end this trial.. I sent for
Mr. Grey and gave him ray answer to his
suit I promised to be his wife. When he
left me I fainted, and after that my heart
seemed frozen within me. Only once it
moved beyond my control.
One afternoon, about 6un set, I went out
alone to the rocks near the Fea-hore, where
I had been so often with Walter. I sat for
a long time, looking out on the waves which
were overcast with a dull, leaden hue, and
listening to the moaning of the surf on the
beach. The sadness of the scene calmed my
own tortured feelings, and I sat motionless,
with a vague sense of relief from pain. How
long I Eat thus I do not know. I was arous
ed by an instinctive knowledge that I was not
alone, and looking up, I saw Walter stand
ing by me. He was sadder than I had ever
seen him. He sat down by me, and we
talked for a long time. The moon was rising,
but it was soon obscured by dark clouds.
Still we sat there, I wished to tell him of
my engagement, but I knew not how to do
so. I thought it best that he should learn
it from me. At last I nerved myself for the
fearful effort
"Walter," I said, and my voice sounded
harsh and stern, "do you know Mr. Grey?"
"Certainly; he is ono of the best and
TRUTH
most upright men in the place. Why do
you ask?"
"Because I have promised to be his wife,"
I replied. I shook like an aspen : my
strength seemed coins: from me. Walter
onlv bent his head, so that I could not see
his face, and then said, in a low tone, after
a moment s silence :
"I have feared this for some time Nellie.
I don't blame you, but I doubt the wisdom
of your choosinar so old a man."
Of course you do ; it is natural that you
should." I spoke sharply, and even rudely,
but it was a relief to the pain that was gnaw
ing at my heart.
lie rose from his feet quickly, walked a
few jpaces from me, and then came back.
" That was unkind, Nellie," he said. "But
tell mel do you love Mr. Grey?"
"O, my God!" I groaned involuntarily.
"That question from you ?' '
He came and stood directly ever me, and
looking at me sternly, asked fiercely
" Tell mo, do you love that old man?"
I had unconsciously betrayed myself, and
I now took refuge in anger.
"You have no right to ask that question,"
I replied, quickly.
"I have a right to ask it I will tell you
why. It is because you have deceived me,
and wrung my heart until it is almost bro
ken; because I know now that my worst
fears are confirmed ; because you are about
to trample upon my heart as well as your
own ; all for the sake of an old man's gold.
I have a right to ask this question, and to
demand an answer.",
I rose to my feet I was angry now, for
he had spoken to me as no one had ever
done before, and I did not pause to think of
the provocation I had given him.
"I refuse to answer it !" I exclaimed.
" You shall answer me !" he broke forth,
exeitedlv.
"This is worthy of you," I exclaimed.
scornfuhy. " You can insult me here where
I have no protector. 1 think I shall make
a lucky escape from marrying you."
He stood bctorc me silently, with his head
bowed. He pointed to the rock and motion
ed that I should sit down ; but I refused.
Nellie, he said, slowly, and the suffering
in his tones pierced my heart " I ask your
fiardon for my rudeness. When you were a
ittle child, I used to carry you in my arms
over all the rough places in my way to the
school ; aud even then I used to look for
ward to the time when I should have the
right to carry you over the rugged road
along which we must all make our life-jour
ney.
Since that time 1- have never had a
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thought that was not for your happiness. I
love you better than I can ever love another
better even than my life itself; but if it
would Becure your happiness, 1 would see
that love change to a lii'g-long sorrow, and
not murmur."
God knows what demon prompted me, but
1 answered sneeringly
" So it would seem."
1 saw him flinch under the cruel blow, but
he continued with his eyes fixed on the sea :
" 1 speak the truth. 1 could not lie to
fou here, Nellie, with God overhead, and
lis voice speaking to me in the booming of
the waves. 1 feel that 1 have lost you for
ever, and 1 hope vou will believe mc."
. lie paused, and seemed waiting for me to
speak, but 1 said nothing, and he went on,
this time looking at me steadily.
" 1 am sorry you think so poorly of me.
Since it is the case, however, 1 ought to re
turn you this. When you gave it to me,
you said it was meant to be worn only by
good and worthy men. 1 ought not to keep
it"
He held out tome the iron cross, and his
hand trembled as he did so. 1 could not
take it 1 knew that 1 was not worthy to
wear it, and 1 would have died at his feet
before 1 would have received it from him.
" Keep it," 1 gasped ; keep it, for you are
worthy to wear it 1 dare not take it" My
heart seemed bursting, and 1 wildly cried,
'"O, Walter, pity me ! my heart is breaking V '
lie sprang forward and clasped me in his
arms. He held me so close that I could not
move, and I felt his heart beating fiercely
against mine. 1 lay passive for a moment,
for it was so sweet to be clasped in those
dear arms, where I knew I could never be
held again. I felt his hot tears falling fast
upon my check.
"O, Nellie. Nellie," he sobbed, '"yon can
not do this. You love me I know you love
me, as truly as I love you ; and yet you would
doom us both to life-long misery. I implore
you, do not marry that man."
I felt that I could not long resist him, if
he held me thus. I called ajl my fortitude
to sustainme
"Kelease me, Walter G wynne," Iexclaim
ed coldly, "you have n6 right to act so."
"By Heaven !" he shouted fiercely, "I will
not part with 3-ou. Look at those waves.
Who is to hinder me from hurling you into
them, and saving you from a life of infamy?
You do not love that old man, and you marry
him for his gold. By Heaven, you shall not !
I will plunge you beneath those waves and
follow you there, before you shall be his
wife."
A quick, firm footstep was heard behind
us, and a voice exclaimed in angry; astonish
ment, "Mr. Gwynne, what docs this mean?"
Walter released mc, and we both looked
around abruptly. Mr. Grey was standing
within a few feet of us. Walter looked at
him for a moment, hesitated and then sprang
down the rocks, and was out of sight
"What does it mean?" Mr. Grey asked,
hesitatingly.
"Poor boy," I said calmly, "he has just
made me an offer of his hand, and his disap
pointment made him forget what was due to
me. I hope you will pay no attention to him,
for I am sure he will be sorry when he grows
calmer.
We went home in silence. I did not see
Walter again. In the morning I received a
note with only two words "Forgive me ;"
and in the evening I heard that he had gone
away from the village.
In a month after this I was married. . I
had learned by that time to rule my heart,
and I did not falter a3 1 repeated the awful
words in which I vowed to Jove ray husband.
A few weeks after my marriage I learned
that Walter had fallen heir to an immense
fortune, left him by a distant relative. This
was the beginning of my punishment I
wanted wealthy and had I been true to my
own heart 1 might haye had it with the love
1 craved. . .
Mr. Grey was kind and tender. All that
wealth and affection could do to make me
happy, he lavished upon me ; but each fresh
proof of his love and confidence only increased
my misery and self-contempt 1 was a living
lie. 1 hated myself, and prayed for death,
but could not find it
At last a child was born to mc a darling
little blue-eyed girL My whole soul was
bound np in her, and just as 1 was looking
forward to happiness in her, God took her
from-me. 1 know the punishment was just,
but it was hard to think so then.
After my baby died 1 became reckless. 1
AND RIGHT GOD AND OUR
CO., PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12,1866. .HVOL. L NO. 29.
cared for nothing. My husband's love was
torture to me, and everyday 1 found it more
difficult to bear. At last there came ono
who. though nominally my husband s friend,
sought both his ruin and my own. He read
my secret fully, and humbled me with it 1
was mnrl 1 was desTcrate. Mv husband's
false friend watched nia closely, attended me
like my shadow, and at last asked me to fly
with him. In my wretchedness 1 consented.
Heaven knows 1 was innocent of sinful intent,
but in my misery 1 clutched the first chance
of escape.
We left the house one dark, stormy night,
and entering a close carriage, set off at full
speed for the lailway station. The horses
took fright and ran away. I sat in the car
riage, dumb with terror, and almost uncon
scious of everything until a sudden crash
startled me, and I found myself buried in
one corner of the vehicle, which fell heavily
on one side. In an instant my companion
was out of the carriagej so that when the
Eeople collected around it no one knew he
ad occupied it with uie. They helped mc
to alight, and congratulated me on my for
tunate escape.
As I was moving away, I saw them take
a human form from under the wheels, and
was told that it was the body of a man who
had been run over and almost killed when
the carriage upset. Involuntarily I sprang
forward, and saw in the flickering lamplight
the pale, ghastly features of Walter Gwynne.
I did not faint or cry out, but sustained by a
superhuman energy, followed the men with
their burden to a room in the tavern nearby.
A physician was summoned and he pronoun
ced the injuries mortal. He said that Wal
ter would die during the night.
At my request, all but the physician and
myself were excluded from the room. I
never left it until Walter lay in it a corpse.
In about an hour he recovered his con
sciousness. The doctor told him he mut
die, and asked if he was prepared. A soft
sweet smile lit up the dear face as he an
swered " Ye3 ; God be praised that I am so near
the end of my trials."
He turned and saw me ; his face shone
with joy.
"It was kind in you to come, Nellie," he
whispered.
I stayed by him during the Fad night I
told him that I loved him had always loved
him, and how I had suffered ; but kept from
him my shameful attempt at flight I could
not bcarto embitter his last momenta with
Mich a ennfsssion.
lie held my hand lovingly, and never took
his eyes from me, until they were closed upon
earth. At last, as he was sinking fat, he
whispered
"Will you kiss me, Nellie? There will be
no sin in it. I am sonearllcavcn that there
will be no taint of eaith in it."
I bent down and kissed him, and uiy tears
rained upon his face, llis hand released its
grasp, and his eyes closed gently; then there
came into his face a look of happiness and
peace, and I knew it was that peace which
passcth all understanding.
In a few years my husband died, blessing
me for having been a true and faithful wife.
He never knew how I deceived and wronged
him, and I am thankful he did not It
would have darkened his lat hours with a
sorrow which his trust in me spared him.
I am still watching for the day when I
shall follow them. I have simmed but I have
suffered and repented. I have sought mercy
and forgiveness at the foot of the cross, and
wait humbly for the day when the heavy
laden shall travel no more, and the weary be
at rest. .
A Snake Adventure.
A correspondent of the Eitenhage Times,
writing from the Winterhock, saTs :
"An extraordinary snake affair occurred
in this neighborhood, a few Sundays ago. A
large snake of the Cobra tribe, about four
feet six inches long, got, unseen, into a far
mer's house it is supposed, on Saturday af
ternoon, ana concealed itself under an har
monium. On the Sunday afternoon, tho
children being at school, the farmer and his
wife were quietly reading, the wife sitting in
front of the window. The snake quictly
crawlcd out, got, un perceived, under the
good lady's crinoline, and twisted himself
around her leg, from the ankle to the knee,
which position it kept for upwards of an
hour. The fanner's wife, thinking it her
favorite kitten, took no notice of it, until at
length, wishing to eject the intruder, the
slightly raised Iter dress for that purpose.
"Judge of her surpriscon finding so deadly
a creature twisted around her log. She sat
rerfectly still, not even looking at her hus
and, lest he should disturb the reptile. At
last it uncoiled itself, and then twisted itclf
around her foot; the shoe fitted looselv, and
she softly withdrew her foot, made one bound
across the room, and called her husband's
attention to the cause of the disturbance.
Tho savage creature now charged the wife,
and was only kept off by the husband with
his Sunday coat It soon retreated and got
under a footstool, putting out its head as if
to threaten death to any one who should ap
proach it A stick was brought to the farmer,
who struck a terrible blow at its head, but
hit the stool, shivering the stick to pieces.
Tliis exasperated the creature, and it darted
out at the farmer, and again kept at bay by
the coat It at length retreated to the bed
room, where it was killed."
A Smart Girl. In Cincinnati there oc
curred recently a scene at the door of the
'l I I ! t .1 - ; i
Vuauw, in wnicn tne prime acwrcauic
off considerably the worse for wear. A
young man, who believed he knew as much
as any other man, had been paying his at
tentions to a young lady, who, among her
other attractions, possessed a very luxurant
growth of red hair. Theyoung man could
not induce the young lady to think him bet
ter than other men, and Ehe finally gave him
the mitten. One evening after this, think
ing his time to get even had arrived, he
stationed himself in the aisle near the chapel
door, and, seciDg the young lady coming,
threw up his hands, pretending fright, and
exclaimed,
"Stand aside, boys, or you will take fire 1
Here comes " (naming the lady,)
She walked very leisurely to whero the
young man was standing, stopped, and look
ed him in the face, saying,
"You need not be alarmed, Mr.-: ;
yeni are entirely too green to burn f
The roar of laughter which greeted the
young man's cars was more than he could
well relish, and he beat a hasty retreat.
Geary was very unpopular in his old
regiment' the 28th, where the soldiers were
who knew him and he will not receive one
vote among them. It i significant that
while Feveral meetings of those who served
under him have been held to express their
opinions against him, not one has yet been
held in his favor.
COUNTRY.
"Brick" Pomeroy and the Dea
con's Hexa.
Deacon Brightwater lived in New Hartford.
Nutmeg State. He had a red house, a red
horse, a red barn, red fence, a red cow, red
window sash, an old fashioned red sleigh, a
red smoke house, red hogs little redeyes and
a red nose the very picture of a New Ln gland
puritan. He had a wife who wore a red petti
coat and had the readiest tonue a woman
ever fired at us. He had some little ready
money, got by making sider brandy from sto
len apples and taking toll from the copper
spattered contribution saucr ho passed in
the red church in that settlement of Sunday
beans, week day onions and orthodox views.
An 1 he had a female child whose name
was llexa Brightwater, and who was twenty-nine
years old ; wore red stockings, red
garters, metal tiped shoes, green spectacles,
and the prettiest red hair tha world ever set
eyes on or into. Hexa, a true New England
gal, chewed wads of pine gum and sweetend
her breath with onions. Hexa wasn't so much
handsomer than a doll as to make the doll
faint, but she was intelligent In fact, inf,eh
gence Was her best hold, but one ; she was
great on making baby garments and had two
trunks full packed away' that she might be
ready as willing wheii the evil hour drew
nigh, as she trusted it would from year to
year.
My father was a common sortof a rooster,
and lived outside of the drippings of New
England blessings. He was taught that in,
no other place could there be found women
of intelligence, and he sent me there to find
a loving lass, to court some intelligent beauty,
to woo some refined nutmeggeress and with
her return to my rural home to astonish the
barbarians with something beyond the ave
rage of female loveliness.
I went to the land of steady habits. I wanted
to hand several "Bricks" down to posterity,
and was told by father that with a New Eng
land girl for a wife I could raise more chil
dren, grow more onions, skin more eeta, sing
mone psalnis, know more of what was goin
on in the neghborhood, hear more scandal
sleep less nights, have more relatives, eat
more beans, love myself and hate others more,
and get more out of a dollar than with any
other sort of a woman in this happy country,
soealled.
Deacon Brightwater with his pright red
nose, was a cunning man. . He was a New
England christian. He crowded nineteen
eggs under a fourteen egg hen, always bor
rowing the five odd eggs! He smelt of peo
nies' breach to see if they had been drinking
liquor, and then made a few stain ps by in
forming of them. He didn't drink him him
self but cot his nose tinted by 'holdin? it so
cloe to the mouths of those who did ! He
si slit matches to make them last longer. He'd
pick up hens headd to boil them for the fat
thereon. He d take a claw-hammer wncn ne
went visitinrr to draw tacks from carpets when
unseen. He made cider brandy and made it
on shares. He was always trying to swap hor
ses, but never could find one that worked well
on his machiene. but he tried them all till
noon and sent them home hungry ! He was a
careful, prudnt, wholesouled, liberal, sponta
neous edition of benevolence, who gave his
hogs' tails and rams' horns to the ioor, and
made prayers longer than the swecd of his
cider mill", but like that instrument always
pointep down.
Hexa Brichtwatcr never had a beau till
I visited her. She was too intelligent for
the common herd. She knew everything.
She could tell how long a wad of gum would
last, how much a southerner made fromanig
ger, how many duck eggs wold hatch under
a two year old pullet, aud when beans were
fit to bake. She was one of those higher
sphere beings, who could do no wrong ; who
could not endure those who did.
Howl did spark Hexa! Deacon Bright
water heard that I had wealth and he was
willing. He'd go to bed early. He'd play
snore so Hexa and I would hurry up. Mrs.
Deacon Brightwater went to sleep too. She
crawled in beside the deacon front side.
Their bed room door was always shut by
particular request of Hexa. She knew why
it should be closed. I used to footfall on the
l ed room floor. I mistrusted llexa's mother
used to vtatch at the key hole. She could
see where Hexa and I sat to press each oth
er's hands, eat candy and taste of each oth
er's lips. I didn't like to have her do this.
So one night when I mistrusted, I slipped
up beside the door and jabbed a wire into
the key hole. It was a longwire, I heard
somebody squeal inside. The end of the
the wire was wet when I pulled it back. The
deacon's wife lost something that night!
And so did Hexa ! Her mother died before
morning from the effect of that playful, puri
tanical jab! That wire cured the key hole
disease. It opened the old lady's eye ! The
deacon followed her to the grave. With true
New England affection he put up a tomb
stone on which was
Hie jarket Hexa's Mother,
Orphan child without a brother.
She went henrc with a single rye, tc,
And left I iu;lc to go forth I
Tears cannot restore her
Therefore I weep I
As I pile sod o'er her
All in a heap.
The deacon grew pa'c, all except his nose.
That wouldn't pale. It was in better spirits.
The deacon married a nigger lady from the
cotton country and was happier than ever.
Then Hexa and I had it all our way. We'd
it in the parlor, I cross legged, llexa with
one foot undzr her like a duck. She was
strong minded. She wanted heaps of hug-
f ing and you bet I was old industry as that
'usiness. She used to begin our Sunday
night devotion, so called by singing :
"Arm me with jealous care !"
I used to arm her, every time ! She liked
it Then she would read a chapter about
how the waste places should be made glad.
I used to make her waist places glad, lots t ill
my arms got so tired I couldn't Then she'd
pillow her head on my manly chest, and 1 d
pillow my head on her manly chest And
we agreed that all I had should be hern, and
all she had should be mine. She thought
mine was more than hern. But it wan't
Her dad was rich.
I used to help her weed onions. That wxs
her strong game. She'd snatch an onion bed
bald headed m two minutes, fche never missed
a weed. She knew clover from onions just as
easy. When they all grew in one clump
she'd dissect them quicker than a cat could
lick her ear. I've seen her snatch for a hand
ful of weeds right in among the onions and
never faze an un ! The old deacon said once
as I stood in the barn holding a 6hecp for
him to shear that there was a consolation in
affliction, for he had buried six wivc3 and
felt that each one was a stepping stone over
the river to glory. He paused hi3 shearing,
looked skyward un along side a black bottle
he carried in a side pocket and resumed his
clipping. I saw by nis nose that he was af
fected. I -pitied him. I asked him if the
river waa broad. He said it was, and deep.
I asked him if his stepping stone3 reached
as yet near tho glory shore, ne said not
quite about half way. I looked at the huxa-
Two
py old deacon and his bald head, and as I go
sight of his new wife asleep in the sun on the
wood pile, surrounded by a swarm of admir
ing flies anxious to kiss her for her mother
but too polite to touch her opened lips, I
reverently thought "old Cocky, it will be a
wonder if the nigger don't beat you and
plant you first as the next step stone."
We sheared the sheep. We were long at
it, for the deacon said shearing sheep on a
hot day made him think ho was caressing his
last wife.
Then we sat under the fence, and while I
tied my shoe, I could hear a gurgle about the
deacon's mouth. I thought it was his nose
preparing to blossom, but it was only cider
brandy.
And we sat there and talked till the noon
hour came. We settled our marriage mat
ters and I was to have Hexa if I could get
her. There was a question about the dowry.
The deacon wanted me to pay the funeral
expenses of his last wife not but he was glad
to get rid of her, but he found her more ex
pensive after death than before. I refused
to pay for such nonsense he found that I
was in earnest and let up. If he hadn't af
ter all I'd spent for Hexa in the way of time
and travel, I'd have gone for his red knob,
and he knew it
By and by the old deacon fell asleep and I
Went in to comfort Hexa.
We had a nice time. She was a rapid talk
er. I was a mere man of mud in compari
son to her. She knew she was smart She
knew all other women were ignorant, for she
had been taught it I didn t love her for
her hate. She hated everything beyond her
eyeshot She hated some parts of NewEng
land,not because onions would'ntgrow there,
but because in some places there were great,
ugly Democrats there, and they kept increas
ing. But I didn't want a woman to love me
only one who was intelligent, and so I
sparked her.
Our marriage day was fixed. Being an ig
norant, Western laborer I vras forced to agree
to remain a servant in that household ten
years, to get the hang of their notions.
I had to learn to use a sickle instead of a
reaping machine to use psalnis instead of
melodies to work for others instead oi my
self. It was all right for a while. But I
couldn't love the deacon's dusky wife. Did
not like Iicf color. And when I wanted to
hunt I had to shoot straight up into the air
or down into tho well for fear of trespassing.
And when I wanted to run and expand my
lungs, I wa3 plum against a stone fence in
less than a minute. If I kissed Aexa on the
Sabbath I was fined for it I was forced to
drink cider brandy or nothing. And I was
fed on onions till I sickened of them. On
ions are eood for two or three hundred meals,
but for a steady diet I like them not I tried
to love Hexa, but soon as she found I was
betrothed to her she put on airs. She made
me hew her wood, draw her water, find her
in food and pay extra for sewing on my shirt
buttons, making neck ties and all such little
jobs.
And I had to work hard all day carting
apples from other firms for Deacon Bright
water to grind up into apple cider to redden
his nose. And if I wanted a drink of cider
I had to rav for it from over work. And I
had to work to fix up the little garden patch
to repair his old mill that wasn't worth re
pairs. As the old deacon grows old he grows
mean. As llexa thinks she has got a lellow
tnmt she just evcrlastmgly goes for him.
am the best worker ever on the place I
make the old farm so called valuable and
it is for llexa's interest to keep me. But
she hates me she is jealous of me she
don't try to make it pleasant for me she
quarrels with mc and says I am nothing but
a great utrly brute she scolds me tnl 1 could
almost die steals my trinkets, cuts up my
clothes for ras carpets and whenever she goes
to a tea party she tells folks what amcan cuss
1 am, and what a sweet intelligent angel she
is.
Some day I'll quit on Hexa we'll go
through that old cider braudy mill and leave
for the est where I can see daylight with
out b-Anz obliged to look straight up, and
where I can find some one better natured, if
not so smart, to sew on buttons and make
neck tics. I'll work on but keep getting
my little duds in shape, and some day be on
in earnest,and let the deacon sing his psalms
and let Uexo weed her onions. Thoughtful
ly thine, "Biuck Pojieroy.
Strange Coincidence.
Andrew Jackson was born in North Caro
lina, emigrated to Tennessee, and was elect
en President of the United States. During
his Administration the opposition were won
derfully excerciscd because he dared to re
move men from office who opposed "the
government" Andrew Johnson was also
born in North Carolina, emigrated to Tenn
essee, aud i? now President of tho United
States. The pnosition are just now wonder
fully excerciscd about his removing men
from office who are now opposed to "the gov
ernment" Philadelphia was the only city
in the Union whose muncipa! authorities re
fused to extend hospitalities to General Jack
son on his visit to the West, and Philadel
phia is the only city whose Moneipal author
ities refused to extend hospitalities to An
drew Johnson on his visit to the West
But the people of Philadclpnia turned out
en mouse to welcome Andrew Jackson, and
by a decided vote at the polls sternly re
buked the municipal authorities for their
contemptible meanness. The jco pie of Phil
adelphia also turned out en masse to wel
come Andrew Johnson, and will administer
a similar rebuke to the present muncipal
authorities at the ballot-box, Strange coin
cidences sometimes happen in this wicked
world of ours 1
The Fenians.
The address of Gen. Sweeny warning the
members of the Fenian Brotherhood against
the attempt of the Radicals to secure the
Irish vote, has created considerable excite
ment among all the Circles in New York. It
is stated that the letter of the General, who
still holds the office of Fenian Secretary of
v ar, will be presented bcloro the Congress
of the Brotherhood to meet in Troy on the
4th of September, with a view to having
prompt action taken on the subject
A lengthy report is to be also presented to
tho Congress, explaining the secret causes of
the failure of the late invasion of Canada.
It is believed that some of the leaders of the
movement will bo censured for the tardiness
in not sending or bringing reinforcements to
Gen. O'Neill, after the battle of Limestone
Eidgo. ;
Jinks says, members of Congress
who voted themselves $5000 a year ought
not be forgiven because the wiskey, under
theinfiuenco of which the bill was put through
was of the rankest description.
Write your own epitaph in youth ;
make it as flattering as you please : and then
devote the rest of your life in trying to de
serve it
Dollars per Annuo in Adrance.
How the Republican Party is
Ruining the country.
The following is from the New York Eve
ninrr Post, heretofore a Kadical sheet in sup-
portot the ItepuDiican jrariy. ut, unja
opposed to a high protective tariff :
"If there was no other reason why the Ite
nublican oartv should be driven from power
at once, the fact that its corrupt 'protective
policy is rapidly ruining our home industry "
would be sufficient It is a sober truth that
under the policy imposed upon the country
bp the Republican party, some of the branch
es of industry in which we ought to and do
excel are already almost ruined ; ana an otn
ers am threatened. Thus, under the Repub
lican rule we drift rapidly towards national
poverty and bankruptcy.
A correspondent calls attention to the fact
that the manufacture of one of the most
widely used sewing machines to supply tho
demand of Europe, Asia and South Ameri
ca has been removed to Jrans. .bet tne
skilled mechanics of America take notice of
this fact The "protectionist" policy, which
has been made the distinctive feature of tho
Republican party, is ruining American me
chanics ; it is driving them from their homes,
to Jurope, m search of employment JM ot
only that, let American sewing-women take
notice of the difference in price charged them
by tho manufacturers here and charged to
the foreign consumers by the manufactory in
Paris. Here is a table of prices :
Number of Price in Price in Paris,
Machine. New York. in gold.
No. 23 $55 00 $9 75
No. 24 63 00 9 75
No. 22 80 00 12 75
No. 25 90 00 12 75
No. 2G 105 00 14 00
No. 27 115 00 14 00
No. 39 (shuttle)... 55 00 . 12 50
Tho Paris machines are warranted to be
"equal in every respect to the original" ma
chines made in this country, as the Paris fac
tory is aifirmed to be "fitted up with the
very best American tools, and worked bythe
most capable American mechanics." They
are the same tools, worked by the same me-
chanics, that have been employed in making
the same machines in this country. These
American mechanics do not carry their skill
and industry to increase the wealth of France, '
because they prefer that country to their
own, nor without securing at least as good
wages as they could get in the same business
at home. Nor is it credible that steam or
water power can be had cheaper in Paris
than in Boston. Neither are tne means of
subsistence more abundant there, for it is
known that we send both provisions and
breadstuff from this country to France, and
could send more if it were not that the tariff
diverts labor from agriculture, and makes all
the clothing and implements of the farmer
twice as costly as they ought to be.
The tariff is the only reason why these
machines, being sole an Amercan invention,
are no longer made ia this country for the
supply of the whole world, by American me
chanics, using American water power, burn
ing American coal, working American iron
and copper, and subsisting on American
food, and thus adding all the profits of the
business to the aggregate wealth of the Uni
ted States. IT it were not for the tariff, the
prices of iron and other metals would be
equalized in both continents, in a little time,
just as certainly as the ocean recovers its ley
el after the flow of the tide.
The sewing machino inventions are un
doubtedly patented in Europe as well as in
this country. Therefore our people may bo '
assured that the only reason why a No. 23
machine, which i3 offered in Paris for less
than fifteen dollars in currency, costs above
fifty dollars in New York, is to be found in
that policy, now announced to be distinctive
ly the Republican policy, which under the
name of protection imposes numerous duties
on iron and other metals, and thus makes it
impossible for our skilled mechanics to make
sewing machines, jor mowing machines, or
build ships or engines, in competition with
foreign nations. So oppressive and ruineus
is this policy, that it has already begun to
drive American mechanics to France and
England too see work and bread.
lor, the sewing machine is not a solitary
instance of the tendencies of the tariff, ana
its certain effect to drive manufacturers out
of the country. The mowers and reapers
arc going the same way. We heard of an
instance in point tho other dy. A merchant
from Brazil nad occasion to purchase a large
number of mowing machines. After making
careful inquiries and calculations, ha came
to tho conclusion that he would buy fifty ma
chines in New York to supply the most ur
gent demand, and would then go to England
to have the remainder built there, without
the impositions of the American tariff. If
he can make a saving an3'thing like that ef
fected in the case of the sewine machtnc.he
will save a small fortuuo by his enterprise.
We may be sure that a countless number of
enterprises will follow in the same direction.
The iniquity of a protective tariff will pres
ently become apparent to Otir sewing women,
who have to give above one hundred dollars
for a machine which the seamstress in Paris
buys for fourteen dollars in gold, or about
twenty-two in our currency j because it will -be
found that tho latter, having so much less
to invest in her machine, will easily under
bid the former in the prieo of her work, and
our market will bo filled with ready-made ar
ticles from Paris. It will even pay to send
materials of American production to be made
up in Paris, by American machines made in
Paris. Step by step these fatal injuries must
extend to every branch of American indus
try, if tho workingmen of America do not
combine to deprive tho Republican party of
power that party which attempted in the
Congress just adjourned to impose upon the
country a tariff still more ruinous to our in
dustry, -who did this, as was proved at the
time, with the most corrupt motives, and
whose only object now is to keen the south
ern states out of Congress until they can fas
ten this course upon the country if the ,
workingmen of America do not unite to hurl
this party from power.
Our people could ray, twice oyer.by open,
taxation, all tho revenue that tho govern
ment derives from duties on materials and
subsistence, if they wero allowed to purchase
all such articles at their market value in tho
place where they are most cheaply made.
We could create and export the means of
payment ten times over, with our cheap
lands, if we could have our means and im
plements at their proper cost Tho country
could pay its debt twice as easy, and grow -rich
all the while twice as fast, if only its in
dustry and its trade were free. But they
will never bo free while the Republican poli
ticians hold power ; for these are desperate
ly determined, as they openly dedare, to
consummate their iniquitous and ruinous
policy, and they have resolved to'keep tho
states out, until they do.
HOW TO BE
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