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” Hush-sh l" came warningly from several individuals, but came too late. The mischief was done. Ere Rose could collect her thoughts :1 group of fright- ened women had gathered around poor Annie, who had fainted. “ I should s’pose, you’d ask. It’s en- ough to make the poor critter faint clean away to hear a body talk about her husband’s being a fust rate mark for a bullet I" " What’s the matter? do tell 1” cried Rose, standing on tip-toe and clutch- ing at the dress of Widow Simms, who angrily ret.or_ted. .. C '1. she saw there was some homely truth in what the widow had said, but this did not impress her so much as the fact that she had evidently given of- fence, and she was about trying to extricate herself from the dilemma when George Graham appeared os- tensibly to bring some trivial message to the President of the Society, but really to see if his wife were there, and speak to her some kind word of encouragement. Rose recognized him as the young man she had seen at the war meeting, and the moment he left the hall, she broke out impetuously. “Isn’t he handsome?â€"-so tall, so broad-shouldered, and such a splendid mark for a bullet,-â€"I most know he will he shot 7” With all her thoughtlessness, Rose. had the kindest heart in the world: and forcing her way through the crowd, she knelt by the white-faced Annie, and taking the drooping head in her lap, pushed back the thick braids of hair, noticing, with her quick eye for the beautiful, how soft and luxuriant they were, how pure was the complex- ion, how perfect were the features, how small and delicate the fingers. and how gracetul was the slender neck. With an involuntary shudder she closed her eyes wearily, while Rose anxiously asked of those about her how they should get her home. “ Oh, Jake,” she suddenly exclaimed, as towering above the female heads, she saw her colored coachman looking for her, and remembered that her husband was to call and take her out to ride, “ oh, Jake, lift this lady up, careful as you can, and put her in our carriage. Is “Fill there! Well, no matter, he‘l just have to get out. Stand back, won’t you, and let Jake come," she continued, authoritatively to the group of ladies who, half-amused, and half-surprised at this new phase in Rose Mather’s character, made way for burly Jake, who lifted Annie’s light form as if it had been a feather‘s weight, and bore it down the stairs, followed by Rose. who, with one breath, told Annie not to be a bit afraid, for Jake certainly would not drop her, and with the next asked Jake if he were positive and sure he was strong enough not to let her fall. [”6 ”la”; Joyuu I nnn V in her own words, given “that puck- erin’ Miss Mathers a piece of her mind.” “And s’posin’ ’tis folks as poor as struck, haint they feelin’s, I’d like to know? Haint they got bodies and souls, and mothers, and wives, and sisters? And s’posin’ ’tis democrats,â€" moro shame for t’other side that help- ed get up the muss. Where be they now, them chaps that wore the big black caps, and did so much toward puttin’ Lincoln in that chair? Why don’t they help to keep him settin’ there, and not stand back with their hands tucked in their trousers’ pock- ets? Both my boys, Eli and John, vot- ed t‘other ticket, and Isaac would, but he waSn’t twenty-one. They’ve all jin- ed, and I won’t say I’m sorry, for if it"O’S anything I hate: it’s asneak! It makes me so mad l” and the big ely, as Wid- work, after having thus delivered her opinion of1 the black republicans, besides having] â€" . u iL_L _.--,.I, “I‘m so sorry] I wish I‘d staid at home; I am so sorry,” she kept re- pezlting; and when at last Annie re- turned to consciousness, Rose Math- er‘s was the first voice she heard, Rose‘s the first face she saw. Lazily reclining upon the cushions of his carriage William Mather was smoking his Havana, and admiring lhe sleek coat of his iron greys, when Rose appeared, and seizing him by the arm, peremptorily ordered him to alight, and help Jake lift the lady in. “ Yes; I talked about her husband’s being a splendid mark for a bullet, 1nd all that, without ever thinking she was his wife. He looked so tall, 1nd big, and nice, that I couldn’t help thinking his head would come above 111 the rest in a fight, but I don’t be- lieve it will. There, J ake. we are ready now, drive on.” said Rose, while poor Annie groaned afresh at this doubtful consolation. “ I don‘t know who ’tis, but it’s some- body I made faint away with my silly talk,” she replied in answer to Mr. Mather‘s question, “ Who have you there 1” _ “You made faint away I” he repeat- ed, as he found himself rather uncere- moniously landed upon the flagging stones, his Havana rolling at his feet, and his wife preparing to follow An- nie, whom Jake had placed inside. is, place to him.” _ “Drive what ?” asked Jake. "I dun know what they livgsf _ “ To be sure, nor I either,” returned Rose, turningly inquiringly to her hus- band, who gave the information. add- Ing, as he glanced down the street, “ Mr. Grahgm himself is coming, .I; one. I’think' fise__you had hast give' (Continued) Widow Simms could keep silent no longer, and brandishing her polished shears by way of adding emphasis to what she said, she began: ___ ‘1‘ STORY OF $LAVERY DAYS. MARY J. HOLMES. CHAPTER III. The 13lh Regiment was ordered to Elmira, and the day had arrived for the departure of the volunteers. Bright was the sun, aand cloudless the sky which shone on Rockland, that spring day; but. ctoudless sky nor warm spring sun could comfort the hearts about to part with their treasures, some for- ever, and some to meet again, but when, or where, or how. none could tell save Him who holds the secrets of the future. There were mothers who had never felt a pang so keen or a pain so sore, is when with hearts too full of an- guish for the dry, red eyes to weep, they watched their sons pass from the threshold of the door, and knew that when the golden sunlight, falling so brightly around them, was purple in the west, they would look in vain for that returning step, and listen in vain for tones which were the first, per- haps to stir the deep fountains of maternal love. Fathers, too, were there, with heads bent down to hide the tears they deemed it weak to shed, as they gave the farewell blessing to their boy, praying that God might be over and wound him, both when the deafening battle roar was sounding in his ear, and when in the stilly night he wrap- ped his blanket about him, and laid him down to rest, sometimes with the southern stars shining upon him, and sometimes with the southern rain fall- ing on his unsheltered head, for all these vicissitudes must come to a sol- dier on the field. Wives and sisters, too, there were, who shuddered as they thought how the dear ones to whom they said good-bye would miss the cornâ€" forts they were leaving, miss the downy pillow, the soft, warm bed made with loving hands; and the luxuries of home never prized one half so much as now, when they were to be exchang- ed for a life within the camp. And there were maidens, from whose cheeks the roses faded, as they gave the part- ing kiss, and promised to be faithful even though the manly form the lov- er bore away should come back to them all maimed and crushed and crippled with the toil of war. Far better so than not to come at all. At least so Annie Graham thought, as, winding her arms around her husband’s neck, she whispered to him: “If the body you bring back has my George’s heart within it, I shall love you just the same as I do now,” and with her fair head lying on his bosom, Annie wept piteously. ”Go on, Jake,’ .Mr.‘~M‘ather called out, cutting short R0se’s speech, and the next moment Annie was driving down the street in Rose Mather’s car- riage, and behind the “iron greys, an honor she had never dreamed in store for her when she saw the stylish turn- out passing the door of her cottage in the Hollow. Bent upon reconciliation, Rose pressed up to the carriage, and said to Annie, “ you wonit be angry at ‘me always, will you? 'I .shquldn’t have thought of it, only he dOeé look 80â€"" 11-3 IUW. , “ No, it ain’t rubbing the wheel, eith- 61‘. It isn’t any where near it.” said Rose, wondering what Will could mean; while George, taking a seat by An- nie, smiled at what he saw to be a ruse. ”â€"â€" “Rose, your dress is rubbing the wheel,” interrupted Mr.Mather, by way of diverting Rose from repeating the act for which she was expressing sor- Not till then had she realized what it 'was to let him go. She had become somewhat accustomed to thinking of it,â€"aocustomed 10 see him pass in and out, dressed in his stylish uniform, which made him look so handsome, and then she had hop-ed the regiment. would not be ordered for a long, long time, never perhaps: but now that dream was over; the dreaded hour had come, and for, a moment Annie felt herself too weak to meet it. Through the live- long night she had prayed, or if per- chince sleep for a moment shut the ray-allen lids, the lips had moved in prayer that her husband might come back to her again, or failing to do so, that he might grasp even at the el- eventh hour, the Christian’s faith, and so go to the Christian‘s home, where they would meet once more. She. had given him her little Bible, all pencil-marked and worn with daily usageâ€"the one she read when first the spirit taught her the mean- ing of its great mysteriesâ€"and George had promised he would read it every damâ€"had said that when he went to battle he would place it next to h' between him and death, asking that when he was far away, he would re- member what she said TOW‘ explanations, merely saying, as she stepped upon the walk. “ I am so sorry, Mr. Graham, I really slid not mean aanything wrong in say- lng Ilinew you’d be shot, for you are V ___â€"’ “in.“ P1 a: to the God she honored. “It's time, DO‘V, darling,” he said, at last, as he heard in the distance the beat of the drum. But the clin ' . glng arms leave hls neck, and the quivreelgiglsge ressed ° Ed: so constantly to Ins, mun Agdin the drum-best was heard min- gled with the shrill notes of the fife; 99 refpsed to 'Tis the Just off from Rockland's main street, and in acottage more humble than that of George Graham, the sun shone on another partingâ€"on Widow.SImms giving up her boys, and straining ev- ery nerve to look composed, and keep back the maternal love throbbing so madly at, her heart. Rigid as if out In stone were thelines upon her forehead and around her mouth. as she bustled about, doing everything exactly as it should be done, and coming often to where Isaac! sat trying to look unconâ€" cerned and whistling “Dixie" as he pulled on the. soft, warm pair of socks she had; sat up nights to knit him. Eli and John had some too, snugly tucked away in their bundle but Isaac's were different. She had ravelled her own lamb's wool stockings for the mater- ial composing his, for Isaac's feet were tender; there were marks of chilblains on them; they would become sore and swollen from the weary march, and his mother would not be there with sooth- ing tint and ointment: made from the blue poke-berries. Great pains had the widow taken with her breakfast: that morning, preparing each son's favor- ite dish. and bringing out the six china cups and damask cloth, part of her grandmother's bridal dower. It. was a very tempting table, and John and Eli tried to eat, exchanging meaning smiles, when they saw their mother put in Isaac's cup the biggest lump of sugar, and the largest share of cream. They did not Care, â€"- for they too loved the fair-haired, smooth- faced boy sipping the yellow coffee he could not drink for the mysterious bunches rising so fast in his throat. The breakfast. was over now. Isaac was trying on his SUCkS, while Eli and John, knowing their mother would ra- [her be alone when she said good-bye to her baby, prepared to start, talk- ing quite loud, and keeping up stout courage till the last moment came, when both the tall, six-foot young men put; their arms around the wid- ow’s neck, and faltered afaint "Good- bye, mother, good-Lye," There were no tears in the mother's eyes, nor in the sons', but in the breast of each there was a whirlpool of raging waters, hurting far more than if they had been suffered to overflow in tor- rents. Eli was the first to go for John lingered amument. There was something he would say, something which made him blush and stammer. There was no help now, and asud- den start w'as all the widow’s answer. She was not angry, John knew; and satisfied with this, he joined his bro- ther in the yard, where he was cutting his name upon the beech tree. Thrice the widow called them back, failing each time to remember what she want- ed to say. "It was something sure,” and the hard hands worked nervously, twisting up the. gingham apron in a roll, smoothing it out again and work- ing at the strings, until "Eli and Joan passed from the yard, and left her standing there,watching them as they walked down the road. They were a grand-looking couple, she thought, as she saw how well they kept step. They were to march together to the de- pot, she knew, and nobody in town could turn out atiner span, but who would go with Isaac ‘lâ€"“Stub” his brothers called him. 'She hoped it might be Judge Warner’s son -it would be such an honor, and that brought her back to the fact that Isaac was waiting for her inside; that the hardest part of all was vat +n V V“. That was what she said, and George listening to her, felt as if it were an angel's presence in which he stood. He could not disturb her. She was in safer hands than his, and he would rather leave her thusâ€"would rather think of her when far away, just as her saw her last, kneeling in her deso- lation and praying for him. - L_LL-_ luv-U..- Wu“ ‘1. “J ---D “It will help to make me a better man,” he said, and brushing aside the great tears swimming in his eyes, he left his angel Annie, and went on his way to battle. “Moiher,” he began, “I saw Susan last night. We went to Squire Hard- ing’s together; andâ€"and,-â€"-well, ’taint no use opposing it. now,â€"Susnn and I are one; and if Ishouidn't come back, be good to her, for my sake, Susan’s :1 nice girl mother," and on the brown, bearded t'hwk, there was :2 tear, wrung out by thmghts of oniy last night's bride, Susan Ruggles, whose family the widow did not like, and hid set herself against. Uu Lu: “Will the kind Father ’keep my George from peril if it can be, but if â€"0h. Gpd, how can I say it 2â€"if he must; dle, teach him the road to hea- nome again 11 Luau. Us--- _ sorbed was she as not to hear the gate's sharp click, nor the footstep coming up the walk. Impelled by something he could not resist, George had paused just by the garden fence, and yielding to the impulse which said he must see Annie’s face once more, he stole softly to the Open dor, and stood gazing at her as she knelt, her hands clasped together, and her face hidden from his View; 38 she PM?“ ed for him. the window, and raising often to eyes hi9 cotton handkerchief. be H {meat the War, : aqswered that “i would be in a: months, perhaps." - As a “all“ 1“ FULL. --â€"-â€" â€" to the mother, who it knows. has nev- er failed to suocor, to God, and with a moaning cry for help, sank on her knees just where GeOrge had left her. Burying her face in the? lounge she prayed that He who heareth even the raven’s cry, woqld home again if that con sorbed was she as not gate’s sharp click, nor the footstep coming. up the walk. Impelled by 1d not resist, George or $676503}? cost poor Annie w mu her arms from off his neck,"to. feel him [Hitting her away, to hear him going threshold, from the room, across the down the walk, through the gate, and know that he was gone. As a child in peril instinctvely turns to the mother, who it street. and he mist go, but oh. . can tell of the love, the pain, theglflef. the tears mingled wit th that P such an honor, anh'“ t5“; nor. .back to the fact th:t raltmg fer hg‘r inside; that _-_ _.L standing B; He TAKING A FRESH START. Nellf-“Clam is evidently trying to His former Majesty is allowed sevâ€" eral servants, and has losb none of his regal dignity. He shook hands heart- ily with the Englishmen. and instant- ly ordered his servants to bring seats. \Vaving his visitors to them, he then sat down himself. Captain Jones was careful to avoid asking the King any Questions reapecting his captivity. His Majesty has made but little progress in the English language, “ hello,” and "goodby," being about the extent of his knowledge in this direction. A woman, a native of Lagos, who lives near, interpreted for the King. He said he was in good health, and did not complain of his treatment. During the interview the King wore a white robe, which hung from one shoulder and fell down to his feet on which were sandals. The other shoulder, which the robe did not. touch, was quite bare. The King is now, it seems, a Presbyterian, and regularly attends the mission established near his house by the United Presbyterian body. He had expressed much concern that he could not speak to the missionaries in their own language. The Former King of Benin Not "swing a Very Bed Time. The dethroned King of Benin has just been interviewed at Old Calabar, on the African coast by Captain Jones, and Purser Kendrick of the mail steam- er Bukana. They found the King lo- outed in his new quarters on Mission Hill, and apparently very comfortable. His houseâ€"a mud one. with corrugat- ed iron roofâ€"comes on to the main road. It is not enclosed by the usual compound. The King is still fond of much cere- monial, as showing the grandeur of his once regal power. In moving from his old quarters in the harraeks to the house now assigned to him he was hedecked in all the splendour of his robes and ornaments. He arranged his wives, servants and others connected with his establishment in processional order, all in single file, so as to swell the length and seeming import- anoe of his retinue. The King, who set the slow, measured pace at which the Procession should move, swung his body about. in a manner that would have graced a parish beadle, and seemed highly pleased when he saw the white officials looking onâ€"as he thought, in admiration. ROYALTY LIVING IN CAPTIVITY My dear, said Mrs. Richleigh to her danghter the other evvning after young Woodby h'ld departed, how in the world did your hair become so disarranged ! ‘ Why, 55mm, replied the quick wit- ted guise, I guess it. must be from shakmg my head so much when Mr. Woodby was trying to coax me to say ’88. ‘ IHOIJ . ‘v- â€" -â€" â€" w Simms, for where the swelling pain there came agentle peace. God would care for Isaac. He would send him home in safety, and an the bitterness of that parting was more than half taken awn y. Surely to the angels looking on there was charge given concerning that young boy,â€"charge to see that no mur- derous bullet came near him, even though they should fall round him thick and fast as summer hail. It would seem that some such thought as this intruded itself Upon the \Vidnw Again the drum beat just as Annie heard it. Another pressure of tho hand. another burning kiss. anuther “good-bye mother, don't fret too much about us," and then the last of the widow’s buys was gone. in“ you .D , v- W7 ,- - er!” and the warm-hearted boy claep- ed his another to his bosom. crying like a child; “it I've ever been mean to " he said, his voice choked with tearsâ€"“if I've ever been mean to you or done ahateful thing. you'll forget it when I’m gone? I never meant to be bad: and the time I made that face, and called you an old tool, when I was a little boy, you don't know how sor- ry I felt, nor how long I cried in the 30‘! HO\V IT H APPENED. (To Be Continued.) .n the toll- .oh, moth- rind :1. who” c three minufm‘ wagonnetta in!” Withmfl so much of paint or 10 in They laid them stony r0'-‘d 3" after imspé‘mm?I Dismiss! 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