Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1848-11-07
From the Ladies' National Magazine /.
THE YOUNG REBEL.
A TALE OF THE CARoLINAs,
BY J. MILTON SANDERS


In a small farm house, towards the close
OF the year 1880. sat an old man, he wife
and only son. The face ofthe father an
peared troubled; at times be looked
thoughtful on the floor, and then be would
gaze long and wisrtnlly at his son, a fine
manly youth of twenty At length he
said:
david this is disastrous news from
Camden. God knows what will become
Ofthe country now! wish this Old wound
| got in the French war had not lamed
me but for it, should be now shoulder
ing my muSket and marching 10 defend
my county"
Both the wife and son looked up at
these words. The old lady ceased knit
ting and gaZed attentiveIy at her boy and
1t was evident, from the expression Other
face. that patriotism and molherly affec
ton were at variance in her bosom: the
son, however after encountering his ia
theirs eyes for a moment, turned confused
ly away. The old mans countenance
darkened, and he said warmly
David, David. why do you linger
about the village when your country needs
your services so muchl Why. my son, i
am ashamed of you! Twice before this
have spoken to you on this subject, bur
you appear to have no spirit! Wbat!-
will you see us trampled upon by the bru
iai mercenaries Of Britain. and still be
here suPinely? For shame, David. for
shame! will not call you my son -
Long since you ought to bave been in the
army"
Joshua, joshua" interposed the old
mother, David is but a youth. then do
not speak to him so harshly. He cannot
feel what you feel, who have fought 80
often against our cOuntry's enemies
Joshua, he is but boy"
ga boy indeed, Deborah! such 6oys as
David have already gained imperishabe
laurels since the war commenced.
could name a host of them! Why, were
it not for the boys of this land, where
would be our army, which, | dare say, is
one quarter composed Of boys of David's
age" The old man was excited, and it
was the first unkind word he had ever
used to his boy.
David arose and left the house. He
walked some distance apparently in deep
thought.
"What will not woman do" he at last
muttered; there have been lingering
about the village, when l should have
been off long ago. And for whatl-why
to meet a pretty girl, and to listen to her
musical voice; but now will be myself
againI What did he call me?-was it
not coward! Now by heavens will
learn him that he has son who possess
es the spirit of his father. Away then
with love, forI feel that am called upon
to act, and no longer to dreaml Ere a
fortnight, my father shall hear from me,
or else loose my life in striving for it,
And with this resolution he turned about
and retraced his steps.
When he reached home; he sought the
stable, saddling bis horse and mounting
him. struck into gallop which continued
tor several miles. AT length he stopped
and looked at the windows OF farm
house half bid between the clustering
trees. This was the residence Of Mary
Bunker the mistress of his heart; the
light showed that the family had not re.
tired, and he resolved to pay her a visit
before his departure - 81 s.ea
She was alone when he entered, and a
few words acquainted her with his deter
imi6ation. She burst into tesrs, "a
.aas TI7sg he -