Litchfield enquirer., 1862-09-25
WHOLE No. 1s4s

glorious proph. ey that we first heard him sing ing. He has had but two troubles sines his rs turn. One in the lingering regret and fsstlsss- ness that attends civil life aftsr an sxperisacs of the rough, independent life iu csmn The other trouble was when hs Hrst sans Ghristina after his return. The loving warmth with which she greeted him painsd him; and when ths worthy Herr considerably wsnt ont of the room, leaving them alone, shs rslspssd into gloomy silence. At length, speaking fapldly and with choked uttsrancs, he began:
 Christie, you know Hove you. ss always have, better D all the world. But Tn c srip- pie now--no account to nobody-just | dead weight--an' don't wsnt you. 'esuss of your promise before went sway, to tie yourself to load that1l bs drag on you all your lifs. Thas contract-ah- promise -aint--ie-.Asssbg. r& pealedl Thsrsr -s.
 And he leaned his head upon his hands and wept bitter tears, which were wraag hs agss&s agony from his loving heart
 Christie gently laid her hand upon his sheal- der, and spoke calmly:
 Hopeful. your soul was ia that leg. wasit
 It would seem as if Hopeful had always thought that such was the case, and wss Fesslv. ing new light upon the subject, hs started ups suddenly.
 By Jing Christis!'
 And he grasped her hand. and-but thAs h another of those scenes that don't concern us at all. And Christie has promised next Christ mas to take the name, as she already has the heart, of Tackett. Herr Kordwaner, too, hes come to the conclusion that hs wants part ner, and on the day of the wedding new sign is to be put up over new and larysr shop, ea which Co., will mean Hopeful Taskstt. h the mean time, Hopeful hammers away lustily, merrily whistling. and singing the praises of ths Bauger' Occasionally, when he is resting. he will tendsrly embrace his stump of lee, gen. tly batting and stroking 1t, and taking to t e to pet. If stranger is in the shOp, hs will hold it out admiringlY, and ask
 Do you know what cali that [ eall that Hopeful Tackett-Ais markt'
 And it is c mark--a mark of distinetion--A badge of honor, worn by many brave fellow who has gone forth, borne and upheld by love for the dear old flag, to suffer, to die if need bs, for it won in the fierce contest, amid the clash. ing strokes of the steel and the wild whistling of bullets; won by unAinching nerve and sap yielding muscle; worn as badge of the prsud. est distinction au American can reach. Nthsse lines come to one ofthose who have thus feugAt and sutfsred-though his scars were received h some unnoticed, unpublished skirmish. though official bulletins spoke not of him, though iams shall never know his story--lst them eoms e Q tribute to him as c tsken that hs is not for gotten that those that have been with hin through the trials and triumphs of the Asld,fs. member him and the heroic courage thst won for him those honorable scars and that while life is left to them they will work and fight In the same cause, chserfully making the same e. crifces, seeking no higher reward than to take him by the hand and cal; him 'comrade. andto share with him the proud consciousness of dntg done. Shoulder.straps and stars may bring rs- nown; but he is no less c real hero who, with rife and bayonet throws himself into the bssaeh, and, uninspired by hope of official notics, bat. ties manfully for the right.
 Hopeful Tackstt, humble yet illustrious, . hs- TO for all time, we salute you.--c contiaesta, Monthly.