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? They Thought They Were Right."
"They thought they wore right," were
the words tittered by a Union soldier,
when applauding the bravery ?f the pri
vate soldiers who wore the gray.
Ever ready to forgive ami forget, we
dedicate these lines to nil, who, right or
wrong, followed what they conceived to
be the path of duty.
C. Augustus Il.vvn.ANt?.
"They thought Ihey were right,"
When their pnth was b'eretrewn
With our dead ami our dying*?
While the 1 leaven's bright moon
Shone through the dim clouds
And whispered away,
To the realms far above,
The pure souls from the c-ay.
"They thought they were right,"
Shall we longer refrain
To welcome them hack
To ?ur household again,
While the record they made.
Like our own sons, so bold,
Will ere long be written
In bright litters of gold!
"They thought Ihey were right,''
Shall we longer deny
That their heroic dtvda
Are recorded on high .'
And \vk, though victorious,
And tukv backward driveu ;
Yet in Heaven above us,
Their sins all forgiven
-:o:
ITaa it (hid, teaching lessons,
(hi each fatal day,
11'hen the fields were o'ersprcad
With the Ulue and Gray ?
Was it <iod, bearing hack
On each gentle wave,
The souls of hi- children ?
The souls of the brave V
If it was ! let us hide
From nur mcin'rv to-day,
The dark thoughts we cherished
For those who wore OKAY ;
And if < Sod?always just,
Our Ood?can forgive;
May not we of the earth
As Itrothcr? still live!
SELECTED:STORY.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
There dwelt in California, sota? 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 irore brotherly tin n many brothers,
more akin than many kinsmen. True to
each other, even when women and mon
ey were between them. Damon and
Pythias with a 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 earricd a gold
watch, and each wore a suit of clothes,
supposed by himself to be the latest style
and choicest fashion. Moreover, their
revolvers were perfect, silver-mounted,
and rejoicing in a multiplicity of barrels,
for without these it would he quite im
pcsgiolc 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 burglar? nor highway
men, but "decks of kcards," dice and bet
ting may have helped them to the ?Vin
ning of their little fortune.
They were not over-scrupulous, but
they would have knocked any man down
who Inn! neglected to add toss them as
gentlemen, and use those wonderful re
volvers promptly on any "stran^t rs" who]
objected to drinking with them ; and,'
consequently, stood rather high iii the
community. Certainly in'their conduct
to each other they were faultlessly hon
orably and miraculously generous.
O.-.e day soon after their "luck" had
come to its, best, a letter directed in a
tremulous woman's bund, to Charles
Chester," was handed to that member of
the trio, in thr prcfieu.ee of the other two.
The young fellow seized it eagerly, tore
it open, rend i? through, and tearing off
his belt, ?prca.d its contents bei'?.re him
! upon the table and counted it over. Ilav
j ing done so, be burst into lears, 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 scorns
to relieve son!" men extremely, though
why, it would puzzle the nucnlightened
to declare. The cause of all this as his
comrades soon discovertd, was that his
mother had written to him front her
little farm, in a Southern State, to tell
hint a doleful ta'.c of sickness, death
amongst the t-l??ch, etc., and a final crash.
A mortgage was almost due, and as the
nlil people would Hud it impossible to
meet it, they would be sold out and left
homeless in their age. "It will kill your
father," ?rote the mother, "and I shall
die with him."
"1 did it all," said the young fellow,
sobbing openly. ".My debts and toy
wild ways encumbered theta at first, and
n.>w look." And he pointed to the gold
upon the table, and began his profane
li tan) again.
"The mortgage was three, thousand
dollars, and be bad only two."
"Is that all ?" cried Ned, hauling at
his belt.
I "Good Lord ! What does he take me
for?" cried Harry furiously. "Five
j hundred a piece and the expenses of the
[journey is about the figure. There, go
to the old folks. We'll see about your
horse while you pack ypnr bag."
This set the other at bis oaths again ;
but iu 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. "Ho'd pay them
back if he lived, and he'd?ho'd?bless
them." And so choked off into sobs again,
at 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.
REVENGE.
They waited for news of him, but uono
came. They waited quietly at first, then
impatiently; at lust they heard this. He
had never been seen at home or by any
one who anew him since the day on which i
they shook hands with him. Some terri-.
ble fate had befallen hint, in the lonely
places over which ho had journeyed
alouo. To doubt him never entered their
minds. That he was true to them as they,
to him they well knew, and .one thought
filled each mind. They must discover
his fate and if it were what they supposed,
avenge hi in.
So one bright morning, well mounted,
well, crmed, and followed by a favorite
dog, a hound who would by no means be
left behind, tho two set forth in search of
their lost comrade. They took tho road,
he must have taken, and asked at every
tavern and cabin for news of him, Ouo,
old man remembered him well; another,
man had pointed out the dangerous place
in the road leading past a precipice to a
man of their lost friend's description, but
ut that point the clue was lost. After,
npieh travel, and many inquiries, our
comrades begun to fear that they should
have paused to examine the rocks and.
ravines at the foot of the precipice aliud-,
cd to, ere they proceeded further, and
determined to turn back and do so. They
came to this resolution about nightfall,
and just as they had reached the borders
of a little farm, which bore evidence of
careful tillage. Upon this land stood al
so u farm-house, from the crevices in th<
closed shutters of which streamed long
bars of ruduy lamp-light, and whence the
sound ,of music was plainly heard. Q
was the only dwelling within sight.
We will stay there said one friend K
another until dawn, and then rctyrj .
That the bouse was not an inn did hot'
matter to cither of then). Hospitality!
was never refused in that land at tKitf
day.
They rode boldly up to the gate, and
gave a loud hallo. In an instant the door
opened, and they coltid see within a sud
den panic in a lively e'anco, as all heads
turned to see what it was that caused
this interruption.
"Cut you let ti.i sleep here to-night?"
asked one of the friends, as one asks who
fe,nrs no refusal.
"Light down, gentlemen," said a pleas
ant voice. "You're welcome. You'll
lind a stable thar, and corn for your hor
I sos. Every man, Jack, is on the tloor to
| night ?but here's a lantern, if you'll tend
to yourselves."
"All right, stranger/' said Harry,
"and thank ye too.*'
' And the men led their horses in'.o
a stable, ulready tolerably full. Ned wa
tered tlicni, ai d secured them for the
night, ami would have left 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 JSed's
arm.
"You remember the horse we bought
for Charles Chester?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ned.
"Look at this fellow!" said Harry.
"Yes, the very one. The star on his fore
head, the sear oil his foreleg, the et.lor,
the height. Neil, it's Charly's horse V
"It is the horse," said Ned slowly.
?'Harry, if Charly had lived to go on, his
horse would have gone with him."
'??The owner of this'animal may know
all we need to hear," said Harry. "It
won't be good news, Ned."
Ned shook his head, and sadly and
slowly -he men went up toward the house.
They found the darn ing at its height, and
that this was the home-coining of the far
mer's bride, a pretty young woman with
rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, of whom
the stalwart bridegroom seemed very
fond and proud.
"Sit down, strangers," .-aid an old man
near the door. "You'vt.meat a merry
time, and don't get much attent ion. My
son is jest the happiest fellow out, I do
believe?got. no eyes for anybody but
that gal. You see they've been wait-in'
quite a spell, and he hadn't no bu k, none
at all, and kinder seemed he'd got ?ogive
up ; but six months buck he had it ?treck.
Woudorfui!?explained it, but I don't
ivmember ;bo he send? for me and her
frpm?Connecticut, She's an orphan gal,
and na soon, as her school term was over
r^irtie was tcachin', yc know?she come.
This is their housc-wnrmin', und them's
t he neighbors! They all like Ike. Ikp's
a good fellow?a real good fellow though
.Isuy it. Why what ails your dog?"
. /The dog, left outside, was howling fear
I ally. : ?
"Want?to come in, perhaps," suid Ned;
,"|)Ut it mightn't be agreeable to the
iadics."
j * "Bring him in," said the old man ; but
j^ie dog would not come. Jle stood be*
?iide a patch of grass in the garden, how
j ling woefully, and scratching and tearing
with all his might. Leave the spot he
: vould not, and the friends as they saw
him, ana remembered tbe horse in the
-.?table, felt the blood curdle in their veins.
- ''Whoso horse is that with a white star,
Hun the forehead and a scar on his fore
j leg, a handsome brotvn horse with
[ wonderful eye.??" whispered Henry to the
old man.
j "That's my son's horse," paid the old
man.
"Where did ho buy it?" asked tbe
other. ?
"Don't know," said the bid man,
laughing childishly. "Como to him with
the rest of bis good luck six months ago."
Again the dog outside began to howl.
Again the friends felt cold chills creep
over thein.
"Where are we to sleep?" asked Ed
ward of the old man. "We don't want
supper ; we need rest."
"I'll show' you," said the old man.
"The house will be full to-night, but
you'll not tilihd roughing it." And he
led tho way to an Upper' room where a
rude bed was already spread.
I "Just lie down here, strangers," be
said, "There's a blanket, if you're < idd,
and there's a caudle. Good-night."
And lie 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 niciin ?" They hail .-aid it in as many
ways a dozen tj/ncs, when Henry by acci
dent lifted his eyes to a jieg In the rough
wall. On it hung something which
riyettcd bis ga/.e with horror. Yet it
was an object quite common und inno
cent in itself?only a pair id' brown sad
dle-bags, rather new in appearance, and
with the letters ('. C. on the side.
"Look!" he cried. "Look, Edward!"
The. other i;j turn stood ftlttto for
awhile, Iben gave a spring toward the
pet?, tore tbe bags down, and opened them.
Within they found garments they knew
their friend bad worn, an empty belt,
and the dngtiorrotypc of a young girl of
whom they,had known htm t > be very
fond. "H is horse,ill 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 shall soon see," and
I strodu down into the great room where
the dancing was going on, and iip to the
bridegroom, standing At the head of a
j Virginia reel, with his bride's hand in
[ his own.
j "Stop a bit," cried Ned, furiously.?
"We iiaye a qttcstion to ask. Whose
horsr h that in the stable? the brown
one. with a star on the forehead?"
"Mi.nb," said the farmer turning dead
ly white.
"And the wuldle bags upstairs,marked
C. G. ?"
The farmer turned paler.
"Gentlemen," he said, "wait until
morning, and 1 will explain everything."
"\Vp choose to learn the truth for our
selves," said the young man fiercely.?
"You had a mysterious streak of luck
six months njro, I understand from the
old man there,'1 said Harry Bray.
"Not very my?4c?*oU9j" said the far
mer. "1 wont to the diggings and fell
in with f*t nugget; As for the horse?I
found hini and the saddle-bags too. It
you know to whom they belong, he's
welcome fn them."
"They belong to tho m.tn J'otl murdered
'or his nT*wey and buried in the ground
yonder whero the dog stand? howling,"
cried Harry Bray. "We. arc fcoing to
dig there and God help any man who
hinders us?"
?'Pig where you ehposcj'? said the far
mer. "I am too well lihown here to be
afraid of two madmen. # I murder a Man
-?I?There, I'm a fool to care for such
Words. Dig, confound you. Many a
horse strays in the woods; many a mail
has found one as well as I. Come, neigh'
bors, set the fiddles going, and let those
mf.d men dig."
And the spades sank into the turf, aud
the terrified guests gathered around, and
the bride clung to her husband's arm,
and the music wns. dumb, and the dog's
! long nielancholly wail filled the air} Ulitl
at last, just as tho rising moon flung her
yellow beams upon the new-dug earth,
Ned Warren cried iii an awful voice,
"He is herel" And the two friends lif
ted from the grave that which had be en
I a man, with long death-grown black hair
} filling down over his shoulders.
He had been shot in the head and
through the heart, and there was now no
doubt in either mind that it was the
body of their lost friend. The farmer
seemed petrified with horror. The bride
tell into a death-like swoon, the guests
fell away from their host und looked at
him askance. The old father tore his
hair and pleaded for mercy. Hut there
was up mercy in any heart there. The
avengers were all powerful. The great
room adorned for festival and mirth was
turned into a court-room. The women
woru thrust from it, the men remained.?
On the raised stand, where the fiddlers
had beeii seated, Harry Bray now took
his teat in the character of Judge Lynch,
The jury was named, the mock trial hur
ried on, the accused called upon to an
swnr. He pleaded not guilty. He de
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 fouud the. horse aud saddle
bags, but he 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-his words; speaking of his young wife
and bis old father; bidding his neighbors
I remember that he had never done them
any wrong.
But Judge Lynch had no mercy, no
belief in the possibility of false accusa
tion ; und this Judge Lynch was an
avenger of blood. The end was what
the end of such a trial generally is; the
sentence the awful one of death; and in
less than three hours from the moment
on which they first raw tho bridegroom
happy and blite, standing with his bride
at the head of the gay country dance, his
body dangled, a horrible sight to look
upon, from the branch o." tho tree that
shadowed what ?11 believed to be his
victim's grave! i
When all was over, they found the
old father dead in his chair, beside the
fire-place, and found among the women
a hopeless, gild?ering maniac whom they
would hardly have known for the rosy
ebeeked young brido.
They were avenged, but at what cost ?
The two men returned to tfleir homes
j saddeiied and altered, yet not remorseful
for they had but avenged their comrade;
mid 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 couH scarcely have rec
ognized how awful all this had been.?
They lived on together, friends still,
speaking often of poor Charley, and fan
eying that in some other world ho might
even know how well they had revenged
themselves upon his murderer. And so
live years passed; and one day the two
went together into a coffee-room kept by
an old Frenchman in tho city of San
Krancisco, and being in low spirits, out
of luck and with slender purses, wero
sitting disconsolately over their meal,
wheu a hand camo down upon cither
shoulder and a voice cried;
"Found at last. I've searched the city
for you. God bless you, dear old hoys."
It was Charles Chester, handsome and
cheerful, well-dressed, and well to do
looking; Charles Chester, whose mur
derer they believed themselves to have
lyhclicti years buibre. And this was the
being in gold and heavy for. his,belt, ha ?
bad placed it in his nnddln-hnpa, q^ha^,,,
completed many miles pf his journeys..
when uenr a new but apparently deserfett *
dwelling, he saw a man lying groaning
terribly. I )ismounting he addressed him,'
and found that he was a traveleri whari?
lnul been set upon by ruffiamviW^rf?rr >:
bed and murdered. He had crawled Xrt
tb'is house for assistance, but found it
empty, and now lay .dying in the HmwU
Charlcs Chester had done his best fbrttwT
poor H'llow, but without avail. He died'
in his arms, just as the sun went downr
and by its fading light be had dug a
grave on the turf before the empty house^
and there buried him. There was no"
one in sight, and his fears of an attack
upon himself warned him to hurry on,
but when the last sad rites w;ere over, and
he turned to remount his horse, ho found
it gone. The animal had escaped into the
woods, and vyitb night coming on all
search seemed hopeless. Tho money irr
the saddle-bags rendered the loss a mad
dening one. He threaded his way threugh
the underbrush, calling his steed by
name, until total darkness hid all objects,
and at lost striking his head violently
against a tfee, fell to the ground insen
sible. When ho camo to himself, he wtur
lying in a wagon, to which he had been'
conveyed by a kindly German who couhf (
speak no English. In falling be.fcftdk;
broken an arm and was very weak>?oiyl ^
ill. Before he was able to communicate
his story to any one, all "hope of >eci>ver- '
ing either horse or money had deserted
him. He was in despair. He could' not <
assist his parents. To return to his
friends would be to cast himself upon
their bounty. This he would not du ;
and his struggles had been great at first ,?
but they were over now. He^Rku ddtUf
well by 'tho old folks,' and had returned
to pay his debts and re mine his friend
ship with his old comrades."
He was With them?he lived/ 'JW
farmer had doubtlesa told the trUth. tin
did not even know why the turf hnd
grown so green in the little door-van!{
and ho had found the horse at large iir
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 tho maniac's mind restored, or the
blood washed from the murderers' hands/
Gf course they told their story, and of
course they believed the friendship as
warm as ever, but it was i ot so. The y
never could meet each other again as of
i yore. The two could not forget the man
they bad lynched to avenge their friend,
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 Charlc?
Chester, he cleared the murdered man's
I memory among neighbors, and sav the
wild-eyed, white faced woman who dw? It
%in the desolate house, and only shook
her bend and moaned and muttered when
he spoko to her; aud then he, too, whs'
content to say good-bye to those who bad
done the deed?albeit lor his sake
So the three parted, each gob'j? bis
own way, for thus it seemed easier to for-'
get the deeds done by dodge I.ym b niuf
bis court upon the day of the bride's
home-coming.
Givk it VP.?An obi liquor drinker,
who had been j>atr'r$j%ing one drinking
house for eight yenfs, gave tfris .is hi
reason for joining the .'-cms of Tctnpc
rancc, in the presence ot'several persons:
"There," said be, pointing to the saloon,,
i "is a drinking establishment that I ba\
been trying to drink out for these <*ighf,
years, aud, finding it iimpossible, have.
!concluded to withdraw from the field
and try lake Michigan."
- mm 0 mm ?
StrtJgffhr fi< to victory. Never give
up when you ?ro right. A frown is a
muscular contrition,-and can't last long.
A laugh of derision is but the. modified
bark of a cur. If you can be. laughed
out of good, or the good out o?* you, vou
aro weako* in. intellect, than the fool,.
"WhAM argrtWctft is a guffaw, and whoso
, logic in a sneer.
