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:PiO)ll9hocl by The
NATIONAL TRIBUfOJ-OTFAinr
Vol. n,.2STo. 8. WASHINGTON, D. 0., AUGUST, 1879.
IKntered according to Act 0 Congrtts, in tht year of our Lord, 1S7S, in tht OJflc otht Llbrat (an ofCongrut, at WaiAtngton, D. O.
TERMS, FIFTY OBNTB PER YEAR.
Specimen Copies sent Free on Request.
Light-Infantry Movements. .
Present arms t thoro thoy are,
I3otli stretched out to mo ;
Strong nnd sturdy, smooth and vrhito,
Fair as arms can be.
Ground nrms I on the iloor,
Picking- up his toys :
lireaklng all withlu his roach,
Busiest of boys.
llight wheel ! off his cart,
Left wheel, too, is gone,
Horsov's head is broken off,
Horsoy's tail is torn.
Q.ulck stop ! forward, march !
Crying, too, ho comes ;
Had a battlo with the cat
u Scratched oil bofc my funis I"
Shoulder arms! hero at lastt
Hound my neck thoy close ; ""
Poor little soldier-boy
Oif to quarters goes.
The Man at the Door.
"No tramps hero," said I, and shut tho door in his face,
I did. Tho wind blew so that I could hardly do it, and
the slcot was boating on tho pane, and tho bare trees wore
groaning and moaning as if thov suffered in the storm.
"JNo tramps here ;
'em."
Then tho man I hadnjt seen yot, for the dark, went
away from tho door. Champ, champ, champ came the
man back again and knocked at the door knocked not
half as loud as he did before and I opened it hot and
angry. This time 1 saw his lace a pale ghost ot a'lace,
in his uniform, with his pretty shoulder-straps, and as
hearty aa if ho had never beon through any hardships.
He had to leave me to put the horse up, and then I had
by the fire my own son. And Drusilla, -who had been up
stairs, and had been crying why, I wonder? came down
all in a flutter for they were like brother and sister and
I'm a lone woman, and I'm afraid of he kissed her, and she kissed him, aud then she went to
set the table, and the nice hot things smoked on a cloth
as white as snow : and how Charley enjoyed them 1 But
once, in the midst of all, I felt a frightened feeling come
over me, I know I turned pale, for Drusilla said, "What
is the matter, Aunt Fairfax?"
I said nothing ; but it was this : Kind o' like the ghost
with yellow-brown hair, cropped close, aud great, staring ot a step going champ, champ over the trozeu snow ; kind
The Widow's Son.
Obtl wore you sit tho war. In tho dire Southern land
What did you hear? What did you see?
Saw you my son with a sword in his hand
Sent he by you any clear word to mo?"
I came from tho dread war, in tho dlro southern land
Three deeds I saw done one might woll die to seo ;
.But I know not your son with a sword in his hand,
If yon would hoar of him paint him to me.
41 Oh, ho was as gcntlo as the soft wind in May "
'.l,Tis not a gentle place where 1 havo been."
'Oh he had a smile liko the outbreak of day "
u Whore men are dying fast smiles are not seen."
' Tell me the mightest deeds that woro done ', v
Deeds of chief honor you said thoro wore three
Tell mo of them, I am sure 7ic did one I
4'My heart shall descry him, and cry 'this is he."
41 1 saw a man scale a towor of despair.
Went up alone tho host shouted aloud " -
"That was my son had ho streams of fair haii2!'
" Kay, it was darker than tho darkest night's cloud."
"Did ho live-?"
41 Ko lio died, but tho fortress was won I
uVnd they said it wa grand for a man to die so."
" Alas, for bis mother I lie was not rav son 5
" Was there no falr-haired soldier humbled the foe ?"
41 1 saw a man charge in front of his ranks,
, Full thirty yards on, in a hurrv to dia
Straight as an arrow hurled at the flanks'
, Of a huge desert boast, ere tho hunter draws nigh."
"Didhelivo?"
48 Ko, he died, but the battle was won ! ,
"And the couquerors1 cry carried his name through tho are!
Bo comforted, mother, he was not thy son,
'Wan was his forehead and gray was his hair."
' Oh. the brow of my son was as smooth as a rose :
I kissed it last night in my droams
I have heard of two logQiuls from tho land of the foes,-
But toll me tho third. You, said thoro were three ! , , ,- ,
' "I saw a man rush from tho tronohos and tly ; :
in a oauorys mcouut 11 was nut to stay
blue eyes, and ho put his hand against the door and
held it open.
"How near is it to the next house, ma'am?" said he.
"Three miles or more," said I.
"And that is not a tavern ?"
"No," said I : "no drinks to be got there. It is Miss
Mitten's, and she's as set against tramps as I am."
"I don t want drink," said tho man, "though I do want
food. You needn't be afraid to let me in, ma'am. I've
been wounded, and am not able to walk far, and my
clothes are thin, and it's bitter cold. I have been trying
to get to my parents at Greonbank, where I can rest till
I'm better, and all my money was stolen from me three
days ago. You needn't bo afraid ; let me just lio before
the Are, aud only give me a crust, the stalest crust, to
keep mo from starving, and the Lord will bless you for it."
And then he looked at me with his wild blue eye in a
way that would have made me do it, if it hadn't been that
I'd seen so much of those impostors. The war was just
over, aud every beggar that came along said he was a
soldior traveling home, and had been wounded and robbed.
i One who 1 had been fool enough to help limped away out
; of sight, as he thought, aud then for 1 was at the garret
I window shouldered his crutches aud tramped it with the
strongest.
:2so doubt your pocket is full of money," said I,
to rob and murder me.
"and
Go awav
you only want a chance
Drusilla, that's my niece, was baking cakes in the
kitchen. Just then she came to the door and motioned
with her mouth to me : "Bo let him stay, auntie." And
if I hadu't had good sense, I might, but I knew better
than a chick of sixteen.
"Go away with you! says I, louder than before. "I
won't havo this any longer."
! And he gave a kind of a groan, and took his hand from
J tho latch, and went champ, champ, through the frozen
snow again aud I thought him gone, when there he was
i once more, hardly with an knock at all a faint touch
J like a child's now.
1 And wheu I opened tho door again he was quite in, and
stood leaning on his caue, pale as a ghost, bis eyes bigger
than ever.
"Well, of all impudence !" said I.
Ho looked at mo, and said, "Madam. I have a mother
0' like tno gliost ot a voice saying, ".Let me lie on the
floor before your fire, and give me auy kind of a crust ;"
kind 0' like some one that had a mother down on the win
try road, and freezing and starving to death therei That
is what it was. Cut I put it away and Only thought of
Charlie.
We drew up together by the fire when the tea was done,
and ho told us things about the war I'd never heard of
before how the soldiers suffered, and what weary march
es and short rations they sometimes had. And then he
told me how his life had been in danger ; how be had been
set upon by the foe and badly wounded ; and how, at the
risk of his own life, a fellow soldier had saved him, and
carried him away, fighting his path back to camp.
"I'd never seen you but for Lim," says my Charlie.
"And if there's a man on earth I love, it's Roblladway
the dearest, best fellow I We've shared each other's ra
tions anil drauk from the same canteen many and many a
time and if I had a brother, I couldn't think more of
him."
"Why didn't you bring him home to see your mother,
Charlie ?" said I. "Why, I'd love him, too, and anything
I could do for him, for the man who saved my boy's life,
couldn't be enough. Seud for him, Charlie."
But Charlie shook his head, and covered his face with
his hands.
"Mother," said he, "I don't know whether Bob Had
way is alive or dead to-day. While I was still in- the
ranks he was taken prisoner And military prisons are
poor places to live in, mother, I'd give ray right hand to
be able to do him good ; but I can find no trace of him.
And he has a mother, too, and she is so ford of him !
She lives at Greonbank, poor old lady I My dear, good,
noble Rob, the preserver of my life !"
And I saw Charlie was nearly crying. Not to let us see
the tears, he got up aud went to the mantle-piece. I did
not look around until I heard a cry :
"Great Heaven I what is it ?"
And I turned, and Charlie had the tobacco-pouch, the
man had dropped, in his hand.
"Whore did this come from?" said he; "I feel as
though I had seen a ghost. I gave this to Rob Hadway
bhn rlnv lio cn.vpd mo. Wo QrtlrTinrs linrl noh mnrfi in cnvf
I you know, and he vowed never to part with it while he
! lived. How did it come here, mother V
A poor llttlo drummor had dropped down to die,
With his ankle shot through In tho place 'where lie I
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.lio carried tho boy, like a babe through tho riiln .
u,i .iuq. ueaui-ueaung torrent 01 gniposuot ana snou.
Arid he walked at a foot's pace, because of tho pain,' -'
Laid his burden down gentle, smiled once, and tbon foil'.1'1
. "Did he live?",
41 Tfo. ho died, but he rescued tfie bou!
Suoh a death was moro noble than llfo, so tho5" said :
j.10 nau streams; oiaair mur anu a laco.iuu 01 jov,
' , And his name "
''. ' "Spoakit, not! 'Tismy son, ho idoad"
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at Greonbank. I want to live to seo her. I shall not if j And 1 fell back in my chair, white and cold, and said I;
I try to go any further to night." j "A wandering tramp left it here. "Never your Rob,
"Thoy all want to see their mothers ; ' and just then it my dear ; never your Rob. He must have been an lmpos-
.,. j , 'V DIk him n, grave 'nonth the rod rowan, tree,
, Vhoso mosses grow softor than fringes of foam,
'-' And lay his bed' smoothly, and loavo room' for mo,
1. - For-Ishallbo ready beforo he comes home-; :"
And carve ou his tombatono a name, and a ,vroath. ,-, , , '
,u Atalo to touch hearts through tho Sldw spreading yeah., '
How ho died his noble and beautiful death .-? imi! - S
came into my mind that I hoped my son Charley, who had
been a real soldior (an officer he had come to be, mind
you), wanted to seo his, and would soon.
"I havo boon wounded, as you seo," said be,
"Don't go a-showing me your hurts," said I. "They
biiy 'em, so thoy told me, to go a begging with now. I
road tho papors, yer see, and I'm principled, and so's our
clergyman, agin giving any thing, unless it's through
some well-organized society. Ti
ter. I wouldn't have turned awav a person really in want.
0, no, no; it's another pouch, child, or he stole it. A tall
follow with blue eyes and yellow-brown hair ; wounded,
he said, and going to his mother at Greenbank. Hot your
Rob."
And Charlie stood staring at me with clenched hands ;
and said ho :
"It was my Rob ! it was my dear old Rob, wounded and
irving ! livy dear old Rob, who saved my life, and you
My
stari
ramps are my aoonnn-
I ation. and as for my keeping you all night, you can't 1 have driven him out iu such a uight as this, mother.
j expect that ot decent lolks. Go I" k , . mother to use Rob so I
i Drusilla camo to the door and said: "Let him stay, "Condemn me, Charlie,' said I; condemu me, if you
auntie, with her lips again, but 1 took no notice. ! like : I'm afraid God will. Three times he camo baok ;
So he wont, and this time ho did not como baok ; and I three times he asked only for a crust and a place to lie,
sat down bv tho fire and smelt the baking oakos aud the ' and I drove him away I 1- and he's lyiug in the road
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r) ,j - ougut to jiavo oeen very conuorcauio ; out x wasn, c.
, ;, 1 Something seemed tuggiug at my heart all the time.
Art Enormous Condor.
v"taMv ft-in'r'i-ii -it
1 now. u 1 it 1 nau Known 1 1 it 1 uaci Known j -And
Charlie caught up his hat.
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What a fornudftblQ monster did. I behold intho ravino bo-
,ieath moA screening and Slipping in. the lafjt convulsiyo
smuggles of life,! It may bo diificult.to hefipyo that tho, most
gigantic animal that iuliatrits tho oarth or tho ocean can bo
qqualod by a flnan,t of the afr 5 and thosq pqrspns who
jiiayo norer soon a, larger bird than our rnouutajn, oaglq,
will probably road with astonishment ot a s,peciQS of that
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I gave tho fire a poko, aud lit another candle to oheer And then I never fcaw the gtrl in such taking. Down
went to my AVoricuasKec io gQS rue sock ; went urasiua on iwv Knues us u sue wus sayui'uur pray-
dare to do it li
again to me : ' ' '
been trembling with fright, not knowing
mo, I 00k him m the kitcheir-way.
I couldn't see him go faint and hungry and1 woupdedj aiid
aiuM've
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, . au tup. cpurso 01 mo-aay x nau an, opportunity ot snoot- i Had boon knittiug lor my uiuirley, and, as 1 went to got : ors, and says sue i
apg (V .condor ; it was so satiated with its ropas,t.on tho car- it I saw something lyiug on tho iloor. I picked it up. ' "Thank God, I
.cass of a doad; hQrse, as, to suiior. me to approach within It was a tobacco-pouch, over so much liko the one I gave . And says she
.pistol shot before it extended its. wings to take ftiglitt which Charley with fringe around it, and writtou on it in ink, , J'O ! aunt, I've
to mo was tho signal to tiro : and having loaded with an "From C. F. to R. H.:" and inside was a bit of tobacco ! what you'd say to
ttiimu uiiiu in, wiu J?imii4v?:ju uumispfiyuo, ooiug $o largoanu
ptrong as to sQizo Jtu qx with its tulons, and lifi;tfc into tho
air. whence it lota it fall to tho erronnd in ardor to kill and
when I sproad it out, I saw ou tho top, ."Jkly dear
I know tjhp beggar must havo dropped it, and wy hoart
gavo ouo big thump, as though it had boen, turned into a
hammer.,
Porliaps tho story was truo and ho had i mother, I
shivered All over, and tho fire and candles and tho nice
comfortalo smells might as wed not havo been atalh
was cold aud wrotched.
I put him1 in tho spare chambor over the parlor
been so frightened all tho while.-
"Lord blefs you. Drusilla !' said Charlie.
uAmou;,? said I. , ' '
And she,' getting bolder, wont on
"And I took him up some hot short-cakes' and apple-
I j sass aud tea," says she. And I took him a candle, aud a
hot bnok for ins feet ; and l told him to eat. ana go to
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ivnu over anu over nsruiu nau 1 10 sav to invseu wmti ouq in tne oesr. ouauiuvr, vii ruinux, wuu ww vuii,u
proy ipon the oarcass. But this aBtonishmont must in a
great mpsurq s,ubsidfl.yhon plo dimonsious of tho bird
are takpn iuto qQnsid,owtio.u, iud w.hjch, uorediVlo as,they
may appear,,! .npw ins,ort y(rhatinu fvm ,a noto taken
doSvn witli my own hand, ..' )rhon th.o wings vorq spread
,tnpy meiisurod sixteen papos (Corty Swft iu oxtQii.t, .from
.point, to point, the feathers are, qiglit pacoa (twenty feet)
m length j- aud tho, quill parfc tfvp.pa.ini8 (eight inches) in
circumferonco. It is said to havo power sutlloient to car
ry oil a livo rhinoceros,"
had hoard our pastor say so often, "Never give anything counterpane and all ? and t looked him in and put the key
IO ouunuo ueggars, my ukuuus ; uiwuys uestow yuur aims in my puuttui, auu x iuxu mm luivu ho suuuw uivo vuu
on worthy persons, through wellorganizod socioties,,, bo- ! night's rest, and that no ono should turn hini out unless
foro I could got a bit of comfort. And what an old fool I
was to cry, I thought, when I found my oheoks -wot.
But I did nob ory long, for, as 1 sat thoro, dash and
orash aud jingle camo a sleigh over tho road, and it stop
ped at our gate, and I hoard my Charley's voico cryiug,
halloa, mother I"
And I wont out to the door, and had him in, my arms
my great, tall, handsome, brown son. And there he was
thov walked over my dead body."
And Drusilla said it like an actress in a tragedy, and
wont oil into hysterics tho moment the words wore out of
hor mouth. Shod been expected to bo lmlfmurdeved you
know, and the girl was but sixteen, aud always minded
mo before as if I was her mother; .
Never was there any old siunor so happy as I was that
uight, so thankful to the good Lord ; aud it would have
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