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1 They Thought They Were Right."
"They thought they were right," were
the words uttered by a Union soldier,
when applauding the bravery of the pri
vate soldiers who wore the gray.
Ever read)' to forgive und forget, we
dedicate these lines to tdl, who, right or
wrong, followed what they conceived to
he the path of duty.
C. Augustus Ha vi land.
"They thought they were right,"
When their jmib was o'erstrewn
With our dead and our dying?
While the Heaven's bright moon
Shone through the dim clouds
And whispered away,
To the realms far above.
The pure fsould front th1.* c!ay.
"They thought they were right,"
Shall we longer refrain
To welcome them back
To our household again,
While the record they made.
Like our own sons, .?-<> hold,
Will ere long he written
In bright letter* of gold!
"They thought Ihcy were right,''
Shall we. longer deny
That their heroic dieda
Are recorded on high?
And wk, though victorious,
And they hack ward driven ;
Yet in Heaven above us,
Their sins all forgiven
Wan ii God, teaching Icwonx,
On each fatal day,
When the fields were o'erspread
With the Pine and Gray ?
WaH it (Jod, hearing hack
On each gentle wave,
The kouIh of Iii - children?
The Honls of the brave'/
If it waa ! let hh hide
From our meni'ry to-day,
The dark thoughts we cherished
For those who wore on ay ;
And if (iod?always just,
Our God?can forgive;
May not we of the earth
As Ivrothem f~ti.ll live!
SELECTED^STOilY^
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REVENGE.
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BY MARY KYIiE DAT.I.A8.
< ?litt* v.| i - ii; t^-,; :r iO (ft -<?tir;
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There dwelt in California, solne years
ago, three friends, wild fellows enough,
who had seemingly linked their fortunes
for better or for worse, and who, what
ever their luck, were constantly in each
other's company.
These young men were Charles Chester,
Harry Bray, and Edward Warren. They
were n:ore brotherly tin n many brothers,
more akin than many kinsmen. True to
each other, even when women and ipon-.
cy were between them, Datnou and
Pythias with ft twin Damon added. For
a long while they had been very poor;
at last fortune favored thorn. Each had
a certain sum, by no means contemptible,
stowed away in the leathern belt he wore
about his waist. Each carried a gold
watch, and each wore a suit of clothes,
supposed by himself to be the latest style
nnd choicest fashion. Moreover, their
revolvers were perfect, silver-mounted,
and rejoicing in a multiplicity of barrels,
for without these it would be quite im
pcssilde to maintain a position in this
quarter of the world in any society.
How they came by these possessions,
we will not inquire too particularly.
They Were neither burglars nor highway
men, but "decks of keards," dice and bet
ting may hnvc helped them to the (Vin
ning of their little fortune.
They were not over-scrupulous, but
they would have knocked any man down
who had neglected to address them as
gentlemen, and use those wonderful re
volvers pr?niptlv on any "strangers" who
objected to drinking with tllelji ; and,
coiiscquctytly, stood rather high in the
Community. Certainly iiC^Tbir conduct
to each other they were faultlessly hon
orably and miraculously geficrou?.
O.-.c day soon after their "luck" had
come to its best, a letter directed in a
tremulous woman's band, to "Charles
Chester," was bunded to that member of
the trio, in thr presence of the other two.
The young fellow seized it eagerly, tore
it open, read it through, and tearing off
his belt, spread its contents before him
upon the table ami counted it over. Hav
ing done so, be burst into tears, and very
unwisely and profanely cursed himself
for extravagance, and requested for him
self all sorts of uncomfortable things here
and hereafter, u proceeding which seems,
to relieve some men extremely, though
why, it would puzzle the unenlightened
to declare. The cause of all this uj his
comrades soon discovered, wag that his
mother hud written to him from her
little farm, in a Southern State, to tell
him a doleful ta'e of sickness, death
amongst the slock, etc., and a final crash.
A mortgage was almost due, and as the
old people would find it- impossible to
meet it, they would be sold out and left
homeless in their age. "It will kill your
father," wrote the mother, "and I shall
die with him."
"I did it all," said the young fellow,
sobbing openly. "My debts and tny
wild ways encumbered them at first, and
lmtv look." And he pointed to the gold
upon the tRhle, and began his profane
litan) again.
"The mortgage was three thousand
dollars, und he had only two."
"Is that all?" cried Ned, hauling at
his belt.
"Good Lord! AY hat does he take
for?" cried Harry furiously. "Eivo
hundred a piece and the expenses of the
journey is about the figure. There, go
to the old folks. We'll sec. about your
horse while you pack your hag."
This set the other at his oaths again ;
but in joyful stylo this time. They were
trumps and bricks, and by everything he
could think of he'd do for them, if there
were an) need of it. "llo'd pay them
back if he lived, and he'd?he'd?bless
them." And so choked off into sobs again,
nt which they left him to recover, return
ed with a horse saw him set forth upon
his mission as though the "old folks" had
been their old folks also.
_ -?-a ?
3 They waited for news of him, but uono
came. They waited quietly at first, then
impatiently; at last they heard this. He
'had nover been seen at home or by any
one who kijcw him since tho day on which
they shook hands with him. Some, terri
ble fate had befallen hinv in the lonely
places over which he had jou rneyed
alono. . To doubt him never entered their
minds. ; That lie was l;ruo to them as they,,
to him they well know, and roue thought
filled each mind. They must discover
his fato and if it were what they supposed,
avengo him. ' ? , .?j jj^j, >atf^ jjj
So one bright morning, well mounted,
well mued,'and followed by a favorite
dog, a hound who would by no menus be
left behind, the two set forth in search of
their lost comrade. They took tho road
he must have taken, and naked at every
tavern ond cabin for news of hip). Ono
old man remembered him well; another
man had pointed out the dangerous placo
in the road leading post a precipice to a
man of their lost friend's description, but
at that point the clue was lost. After^
much travel, and many inquiries* our
.comrades began lo fear that they should
have paused to cxamipc |he rocks and,
ravincsat the foot of the precipice aliud-,
cd to, ere they proceeded further, and
dctermiucd to turn back and do so. They
came to this resolution about nightfall,
and just as they had reached the borders
of n little farm, which bore evidence of
careful tillage. Upon this laud stood al
so a farm-house, from the crevices in the,
closed shutters of which streamed long
bars of ruddy lamp-light, and whence the
sound of music was plainly heard, ,'lfc
was the only dwelling within sight.
"\Ve will stay there said one friend 1, >
another until dawn, and then rcturi .
."frit* r l.tj ) <Vf //jCfff TTRMSX *IOA ttMII
Thai the bouse was not an inn did nB
nmtter f!o cither of then). HospitulitV
was never refused in that land at thit
day' ""^
They rode boldly up to the gate, and
gave a loud hallo. In an instant the door
opened, and they colud see within a sud
den panic in a lively bailee, as all heads
turned to see what it was that caused
this interruption.
"Cm you let us bleep here tonight?"
asked one of the friends, as one asks who
fgnrs no refusal.
"Light down, gentlemen," said a pleas
ant voice. "You're welcome. You'll
lind a stable thar, and corn for your hor
ses. Every man, Jack, is on the Hour to
night?but here's a lantern, if you'll tend
to yoursctves.'?
"All right, Wronger," said Harry,
"and thank ye too."
And the men led their horses in'o
a stable, already tolerably full. Ned wa
tered them, at d secured thciu for the
night, and would have lcll the place at
once, but that one of the animals attract
ed Harry's attention.
He turned back to look at him, exam
ined him from head to hoof, turned red
and pale, and suddenly clutched Jscd's
arm.
"You remember the horse we bought
for Charles Chester?" he asked.
"Yes," yfl Ned.
"JiOok at this fellow," mid Harry.
"Yes, the very one. The star ou his fore
head, the scar on his foreleg, the color,
the height. Ned, it's Charly'* horse I"
"It is the horse," said Ned t lowly.
?'Harry, if Charly bad lived to go on, his
horse would have gone with htm."
"The owner of this animal may know
all we need to hear," said Harry. "It
won't be good news, Ned."
Ned shook his bend, and sadly and
slowly tho men went up toward the house.
They found the dancing at its height, ami
that this was the home-coming of the far
mer's bride, n pretty young woman with
rosy cheeks and sparkling eves, of whom
the stalwart bridegroom seemed very
fond and proud. -
-"Sit down, strangers," Haiti an old man
near the door. "You've come at a merry
time, and don't get much attention. My
son is jest the happiest fellow out, I do
believe?got no eyes for anybody but
that gal. You see. they've been waitin'
quite n spell, and he hadn't no luck, uone
at all, and kinder seemed he'd got 'ogive
up ; but fdx months bach he had it streck.
Wonderful!?explained it, but I don't
remember ; so h? sends for nie and her
from Co?nectiQuW n ?hp'fl?W->MpJian gs\.
und rs soon as her school term was over
lie was tcachin', ye know?shc'cpiae,>
Tiiis is their hou&erwarniin';-?and ^ejp.'?;
t he neighbors. They; all like Ike;., Ikp'*
ii good fellow?a real good fellow though
ay it. Why what ails your dog?";
j The dog, dell outside, was howling fear
jfolly.r-r.rr .wtwrwj human ^niwoflol arfj
"?Wants to come in, perhaps;" said-Ned}
"but it mightn't, be agreeably to .'the.
ifrflics."! ,i*rolO VMniJtoK ,.mwI .iJdtfKI ;
"Bring him in," said the old man ; but
j|ie"dog would not conic He stood l;e?
j ,>ide a patch of grass in tho garden, how
!^?g!woofalljr,~and scratching and tearing
,\yith all ?his' might. Leave the spot he
^wpuld not, and the friends as they saw
I him, ana remembered the horse iu tho
^talile, felt the blood curdle in thoir Veins.)
"Whoso horse is that with a white star
jon the forehead and a scar on his foro
leg, a handsome brolvn horse . with
wonderful eyes?" whispered Henry to the
?^id'man. wo rrtiw hnn v>do
"That's my son's horse," said the old
Jjija'?f.*^ V.l**l?w *? ):vji*?>n Had*
' "Where did ho buy it?" asked the
other.
I "Don't knntv," said the old man,
laughing childishly. "< .'onto to him with
the rest of his good Ittck six mouths ago."'
, Again the dog outside began to howl.
Again the friends felt cold chills creep
over them.
"Where are we to sleep?" asked Ed
ward of the old man. "Wo don't want
(supper; we need rest." i /?????,;?.rrjfjn
"I'll show yob," said the old man.
'?The house will bo full to-night, but
i^ou'll not blind roughing it." And he
. led the way to atl tippet' 1*0001! where :t
,^udc bed was already spread, i
1 "Just lie down^here,-strangers," he
said. "There's a blanket, if you're cold,
and there's a candle. Good-night."
And he left them. But not to sleep.
The two men had sought solitude that
they might commune with each other.
Yet now they could only say, "What does
this mean ?" They had saw) it in as many
ways a dozen time-*, when Ilenry by acci
dent lifted his eyes to a |>eg in the rough
wall. On it hung something which
ri.yet'ed his ga/.e with horror. Yet it
was an object quite common and inro
(rent in itself?only a pair of brown sad
dle-bags, rather new in appearance, and
with the letters ('. C. on tjie side.
"Look!" he cried. "Look, Kdward!"
Tho other in turn stood mute for
awhile, Iben gave a spring toward the
peg, lore the bags down and opened them.
Within they found garments they knew
thoir friend bad worn, an empty belt,
and the duguorrotype of a young girl of
whom they had known htfn Lo be very
food. "His horse iii the stable, his saddle
bags and belt here, the dog howling on
the. turf without?what does it all
mean?" cried Harry again. And Ned
answered, "We sjutll soon sue/' and
strodo down into the great, room where
j the dancing was going on, and up to tho
bridegroom, standing At the head of a
Virginia reel, with his bride's band in
[ his own.
j "Stop a bit," cried Ned, furiously.?
I "We have a question to nsk. Whose
horsr is that in the. stable?the brown
one with a ftnv op the forehead ?"
"Mink," said the fanner turning dead
ly white.
"And tho saddle bags upstair**marked
C. O, ?"
The farmer turned paler.
"Gentlemen," he said, "wait until
morning, and 1 will explain everything."
"We choose, to learn the truth for our
selves," paid the young man fiercely.-?
"Yoli had a mysterious streak of luck
six months ago, I understand from the
old man there," said Harry Bray.
"Not very my^cMotis/' said the far
mer. "I wont to the diggiu'gs aud Jell
in with a nugget. As lor the ho?se?1
found him and tho saddle-bags too. It
you hnnw to whom they belong, he's
welcome to them/'
"They belong to the man 'f&tt r/mrdcred
'or his money ami burled in the ground
yonder wIito the dog stands howling,"
cried Harry Bray, "We arc Roing to
dig there and Gud help any man who
mcr ''Iamftoo weil kboWn here to ,o
4iat fonnd 0pe.a?, w^l as Ir Come, neigh
bor*, set the fiddles going, and let those
<p4#^i4i&'ra od? ?x-ni f?V/
And the spades sank int
the ^rififid, guests. gather u
and tho music was dumb, and the dog's
long melancholly wail filled the air ; Ulm
.at lasfc j^t.^thQ^^^o.oi^ ^uflg Jicr
Ned Warren cried in an awful voice,
^He js^tfffp^ ^^Arr^Arv^0 rf?^-Yw
tejcLfroui tbe grave, that which had ncen
a man, with long death-grown black hair
falling down over his shoulders.
He had been shot in the head and
^llqjugh^thesl\car^^n^' thejpjwas now no
doubt.in either mind that it was the
|>9dy IttfiilllfrTjtA?^ fMf^^v tftfM5 Eruier
seemed petrified with horror. The brido
tell into a death*}ike : swoon, the guests
fell away from their host and looked at
him askance. Tho old father tore his
hair ntid pleaded for mercy. Hut tberc
was.up.mercy iu any heart there. The
avengers were all powerful. The great
room adorned for festival and mirth was
turned into a court-room. The women
werQ,thruat,fr^m .it, the men remained.?
Oil the raised stand, where the fiddlers
had beeil seated, Harry Bray now took
^i^cat^t-he character of Judge Lvncli,
'I'lmjury was named, the nnDck trial kur
riedipUj tho aceu^d McaJUe(L. upon to an
a\vor. jjHo;'pleaded 119t guilty. He des
nied any knowledge of the fact that a
grave lay so near, his home. He persis
ted in the repetition of the statement
that he had found the horso and saddle
bags, but ho admitted that there had
been money in the latter.
Ho stood before them looking very un
like a murderer, calling on them for jus
tice?calling on God to witness the truth
of ins words; speaking of his young wifo
and his old father; bidding bis neighbors
remember that be had never done them
any wrong.
But Judge Lynch had no mercy, no
belief in the possibility of false accusa
tion ; and this Judge Lynch was an
avenger of blood. The end was what
the end of such a trial generally is; the
sentence tbe awful one of death ; and in
less than three hours from the moment
on which tbev first raw tho bridegroom
happy and blite, standing with his bride
at the bead of the gay country dance, his
body dangled, a horrible sight to look
upon, from the branch of tho tree that
shadowed what all believed to bo his
victim's grave!
When all was over, they found the
old father dead in his chair, beside the
fire-place, and found among the Women*
a hopeless, gibbering maniac whom they
would hardly have known for the rosy
chocked voting brido.
They were avenged, but at what cost ?
The two men returned to* tftelr homes
' saddened and altered, yet not remorseful
1
for they bad but avenged their comrade;
and this, to them seemed common justice.
The legal code of border life had been
adhered to, but for the last look at the
mad bride they could scarcely have rec
I ognized how awful all this had been.?
They lived on together, fflends ?tili,
speaking often of poor Charley, and fan
eying that in some other world he might
even know how well they had revenged
themselves upon his murderer. And so
five years passed; and ope day the two
went together into a coffee-room kept by
nn old Frenchman in tho city of San
Erapcisco, and boing ip low spirits, out
of luck and with slender purses, trero
sitting disconsolately over their meal,
when ft band came down npcm cither"
shoulder and a voice cried;
"Found at last. I've searched the city
for you. God bless you, dear old boys."
It was Charles Chester, haudsome and
cheerful, well-dressed, and well to do
looking; Charles Chester, whoso mur
derer they believed themselves to have
snro
lynched y^Vk "ej?rCj t And thtt'W*itt*n
story he f?ld flherr^^^aei^fn^^, ai* ^tjGla'f1 *
pallid looks a?r[. ||fr]Q^^iK^fVr^RV?'^?j
while:; .VTpjie(5ip^eji;ieJ^ WlAM-j
ilei?g In gold and heavy for^bisNpflfo
hau placed it in hi? saddde^i^UgudyM^I
completed ../nauyt,;jngLff pf h
when near a new but.apparently
?JL.L?. :?JV L -"iL" ^"LL&tfLlU&M
dwelling, he saw a man lying
tcrf itd v. Dismounting he adures&bMM^
a,h<JTdtnfdf tbafc',he-wfl* k tiwvehfrTwhtfu
Ji|ul befi'n set upon ;by.Tuffia?a^|xfi4jK^ ^
bed Aud murdered, t; He to^WlteLtflf T
tji is (.hnuse -|br. yw^an^fy ^O^^fottnaft^
['empty, and.now Jay.d^ng m toe rof??^
Charles Chester had done his best
pobrallowi'bdtf^^^ <Hi?B
Iii his arms, just as the sun went dwuljir!
?wfrdjy its fading light he had ? ?ftjfrHI??
grave on tho turf before the empty house,
an^thgra bu|iedr him. wmw
one in sight, and his fears of an attack
?pon iiimself wariieil bhnn?' nttiff'Cttf *
but when the l?l^sau Wies Were oVer/ajodto
he turned to remoarit hid horse* ho fbu?4
it gone. Tho animal had escaped^ ifxfa^BL^
woods, and with night coming on all''
search, seemed hopeless. Tho money in*
the saddle-bags rendered tftie^loW^lliOT'''*
deningone. He threaded his way through
(ho underbrush,>; callmg bis sto^<Jijr
nahte, until total.d^^m^y^yy^ttfS^f^
and at last striking his head violently'
gainst n tf ee, fell to the ground ' iriscn^
sible. When ho caniai to himself, he tttnr"
lying in a wagon, to which he had been?
conveyed by a kindly German who could !
speak' no English. Iu falling fefo<ftf|(fo
broken an. arm and was very wcak-,aiyl
ill. Before-^e^vas ableJto rommUmcate
his story to anyone, aH none or* rec?TOrV
ing either horse or money had deserted
him'. Htf v&snn despair.. He eooldnbiw
assist his' parents.' u To return to^ifewf)
friends would be to cast, himself upon
their bounty. This he would, not; 4&ty
and his struggles had been greartnfl^T^
but they were over now.
well by 'the old folks/ and had returned
to pay his debts and resume his friend
ship with his; old e^iqra^e%'[LK( w v?iUr?,-1
fie was with them?he, lived," 'JW
farmer had doubtless told the truth. i/o
did not even know why the turf had
grown so green in the little door-yardt
and he had found the horse at- large iit
the woods and known nothing of its ri
der ; but the thing had been done and
could not be undone?the dead brought to*
life or the maniac's mind restored, or the
blood washed from the murderers' hand-.
Of courso they told their story, und of
course they believed the friendship, as
warm as ever, but it was j ot so. Tht y
never could meet each other again as ot"
yore. The two could not fbfg-et the man
they had lynched to avenge'tfreif" frhmd,
and doubted the propriety of his return
ing alive and merry to trouble their Con
sciences, .which were quiet enough as long
as he seemed dead. As for Chnrlc?
Chester, he cleared the murdered man's
memory among neighbors, und sav th?
wild-eyed, white faced woman who dwelt
jjn tho desolate house, nnd only sh??ofc
her head and moaned and mut tered when
!he spoke to her; and then he, tu,?, warf"
{content to say good-bye to those who had
done the deed?albeit Ibr his sake.
So the three parted, each going his
own way, for thus it seemed cosier to for
get the deeds done by Judge Lynch aiuJ
his court upon the day of the bride's
home-coming.
Give it Ur>.?An old liquor drinker,
who had been j>*tr?$hdng one drinking
house for eight years, gave tlVis .is hi
reason for joining the .Suns of Tempe
rance, in tho presence of several }?ersons :
"There," said he, pointing to the saloon,,
t "is a drinking establishment that 1 hn\ ??
been trying to drink out for these eight
years, and, finding it impossible, have.
I concluded to withdraw front the field
and try lake Michigan."
Stf8ggfe m? to victory. Never give
up when yon are right.- A frown is a
muscular coMtnfftliew.-and- can't last long.
A laugh of derwion is hul the modified
bark of a cw. If you can he laughed
cmt of good, or the good out o?" yon, yoSi
aro weaker >r> intellect'Hhh ft .he. fool,
?wh^e urgftWcrft is a guffaw, and wHosu
, logic is a sneer.

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