New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1860-04-13

together. You can see the wife,s
grave next beyond the gray stone ofthe
husband, and these two little graves are
where lie the frozen boy and girl!
The old man dre~ his sleeve across
his eyes to wipe away the tears, and
while he did 50 Malcolm bowed his heul
and groaned heavily. At length the
sexton spoke again: .
Malcolm Warren" sail he, atherc
was oncea full regiment 81 stout hardy
soldiers followed Napoleon Bonaparte
into Russia. There we're many other
regiments there also, but of this one in
particular have read. OF that whole
company of men only one solitary indi.
vidual returned to the ,mc of his birth
The rest aieaon thcway,. They starved
and frozc and drspped down by the way.
side. Now suppose some thoughtless'
youth should point to that living sol;
der, and say that amid the eternal
snsws Of Russia there was no danger.
because that single ma1 had passcl
through them all and still lived! Like
that single fragment Of a regiment do I
stand here living man, SO
The youth gazed up into the face Of
the aged speaker, and new emotions
were working upon his features.
"Cone, Malcolm, I would show You
one more spot before we go.'
The old man leaned upon his staff and
moved slowly among the graves, aad in-
voluntarily dill the youth follow. At
length they stopped by spot where
two graves were side by side. Tho
slabs were Of marble and glistened
brightly in the moonlight.
"Malcolm," spoke the sexton in a deep
hoarse whisper, Il remember we'll when
! made these graves. There was no
sorrow to fill the beds which here. T
made, for they wh, sleep here died amid
the sweet breashings If peace and hon-
or. They were good, virtuons b., T
| pie, and when they we're z me our towns
meh moulnca. for our village had lost
two Of its most noble spirits. o, I love
to come and stand over these graves,
for l know that G)d las smiled upon
them! There is no taint, no d;shonor
here. Malcolm, do you know who rests
in these two gra,es?' IS
The youth did not answer, nor did hs
raise his head, but with ono deep, wil.l
cry, he sank down AMI there lay across
both graves, weeping and sobbing like
a child. His FATHER and MorHER
slept there
For while the oil man g,zei tear-
fully upon the scene, and then ho took
the youth by the arm and reused him
"Comc, Mllcolm,' he whispered, we
will 50 now. l can show you no saore-'
The youth followed his guide out
from the churchyarl, and after the gate
was closed they passed out on the
street, Here Alan Stanford stopped
''Now, Malcolm he sail ''you can
return to your companions at the .tav- !.
ern, but let me pray you never to uso
my name again as you did this even
ing.
ing. When you again think Of old
A Ian Stamford, think only of what he
has told you in the churchyard-think
ofwhat he has seen AMI what. he has
suffered, and Of that you may in well
come speak,
The old man turned partly, when
Malcolm sprang forward and caught
him by the arm. s
:'Uncle ADAM he uttered in chskins
and broken accents, 80, for i've me for !.
what I have SAID and what | have done.
IIcannot tell you all now. I Icannot
speak but shall go no more to tho
tavern. God bless you! Col bless you!'
The clock struck nine, and Alice War &
rem folded the hands of her little boy to- !.
gether, and badc him say his prayers :
Her youngest child, the girl. was asleep
in the cradle. The first words Of ths
prayer were uttered Our Father who
art in Heaven" when there camc the
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