Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-02-04
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not eetiin' scomfshkated, or arter pro-
lection, or sumthin.'
And his mother is dead said Sally.
Long, mus. 90 10 Lexington tonight,
IN the pillion, and you must 60 with me.
Fathers got too much rheumatic to ask
of him.
w cll,' said Long, after a protracted
stare ut Sally,-swimmin is the oldest
craft thet ever sailed. swan, when |
sight .em don't know a main-top-sal
rom fiyin' lib. Coin to take care OF
George, be YEP
Yes said Sally; meekly.
Long rolled the inseparable quid IN his
heck. and slyly drawled out, 'Well, if
re must We must. amt a-goin' ter stand
in the way of yer dootyp
Sally was too far away to hear, or she
night have smiled
Uncle Zeke and Aunt Poll were to be
odd and coaxed into aSsen':--no very
lard task: for George Tucker was IA
sorie of ZekierS; and now he had turn
| ID rebel, the only grudge he had ever
| wed him was removed; he was only too
| lad to help in any way. Aunt Polls
sole trouble was lest Sally should take
odd. The prophecies, those gods OF 2
modern social worship, rs well as eir
jrogenitors, the improprieties, were I'M
! Known to these simple souls; they ana
| -hin@s because they were right d wrong.
They were not nice according to Swltts
definition, nor proper in the mode OF the
| pest society, but they were good ana
| lurc: are the disciples and lecturers OF
The proper equally so?
Sally'ssmple were quickly
made. BY nine o'clock She safe on
he pillon behind Long Snaps, iolde I
n Aunt Polls red Joseph, and provided
With saddle-bags full of comforts and
accessories The night was dark, but
SALLY did not feel any fear; not Tam o.
Shanter's experience could have shaken
the honest little creature seourage,w when
| George filled the perspective before her.
Fhc way was lonely; the hard road echo
ii under the old ca;t.horse's hoots;many
black and desola,e tract of forest lay
cross their twenty miles ride; more
,han once the tremulous shrek OF a
.creech owl Smote ominonsly on SalIys
yakefitl sense. and quavcred away like
,dvino rroan: more than oncc,a mourn
ul whippoorwil cried out IN pam ana
,xpostuiation, and i'll the young leaves
shiyprip0 wind foreboded evil but
hev rode on. Presently, Salys droop-
pU head rose erect; she listened; she
aid herhand on the b.idlc. 'Stop,Long!,
said she. Il hear horses feet; and
| ,houtS.'
Look here!' said Long, after mo-
nent's listening, there's breakers ahead;
cts heaye to IN these 'cre piny bushes
idle o the track; its pitch dark, mebbe
hey'Il go by
He refined the horse from the road,
md forced him into group OF young
hcmlocks, which hid them entirely from
oassers by. just as he was well enscon-
ed, company of British caavlry rode
~. broken and lisordeily enough, ours
no and swearing at the Yankees, and
telling to unseen ears bloody story OF
Concord and its men. Sally trcmbled,
nut it was with Indignation, not fear,
md as soon as the last hoof-beat died
lwav, she urged Long forward; they re-
gained the road; and made their way at
nee to George in Lexington,
1t is well to paint, even in failing
words. such emotions rs Sally fought
With and conquered in that hour? Who
ever has stood by the bed of a speech
ess, hopeless, unconscious human he
no, in whom their own soul lived and
uttered, viii know these pangs without
nv Interpretation. Whoever knows
diem no.d not so anticipate. If Sally
,ad beer less a woman, | might had
more to say; but she was only "a woman
md loved George, so she went on in un-
disturbed self-controI, and uniting eXer-
ton, to nurse him.
The doctor said he could not live;
Long said he was booked iot Dayy
Jones; the minister prayed for our dy-
NC brother but Sally said he should
i've, and he did. After weeks OF patient
:arc he knew her; after more weeks he
spoke, words few, but precious; and
when accommodating months brought to
the battle fields Of American redder
stains than even patriotic blood has
.plashed upon their ves,-when one
began to hope and another TO fear, both
hope and fear had shaken hands with
Sally and said goodbye. She was mar
led to George Tucker, and, with the
prospect OF crippled husband for life,
was perfectly happy; too happy mt to
augh, when, the day after wedding, sit
ing sn the door-sill of the old Wcstbury
nome stead, with George and Long
'napps, George said. Would You ever
rave: come To take care of me, Sally, II
I'd. n been shot on the side of the reg
ars?
Sally looked at him and then looked
way.
Il Expect she'd 'a'donc her dooty,'
aid Long Snaps dlyb; and Sally
.ughed.