Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1862-09-12
is GOVERNED TOO MUCH
MI G. ELL A N Y.
From the New England Farmer.
HOPEFUL TACKETT..-.HIS MARK.

Oh the Ian dov tie Tree e-e, an the no NOV ,hs
ba,e."
Thus sang Hopeful Tacke,,, A. he sat on
his little bench In the little shop OF Herr
Kordwaner. the village shoemaker. Thus
hc sang, not artis,ically, but with much
ierror and JUNCTION, keeping time with his
hammer. as hs hammered away at the i'm.
mensc "stoga." And rs he sang. the pro.
phetic words roso upon the air, and were
waited. together with an Odor OF new lca,h.
er and ra.,c.pot, out OF the window. and
fell upon the ear OF ragged urehin with an
arm!ul OF hand.bills.
"would you losc Lex for il, IIorc?" he
asked. bringing to bear upon Hopeful pair
Of crossed eyes. full complement, Of white
teeth. and face spotted with iu kindred ]
/ dust.
For tho Bangcr'" replied Hopeful {;
"sucss I would. Both on 'em-an' head.
too"
Well, here's chance for you" And
he tossed him q hand.bill.
Hopeful laid aside his hammer and his
work, and picked up the hand bill and
while be is reading IL. le, W briefly describe
him. Hopeful /. not n beauty, and he
knows II. and though some Of the rustic
wits call him " BSaut." lie is we'll aware
,ha, they intend i, iOr irony. Ills coun'e.
nance runs too much TO nose-rudc. amor
phou. nose at that-to bc classic, aud 10
withAl rugged in general outline and plmp'
iy IN spots Ills hair !, decidedly too dingy
a red to 10 called, even by the utmost
stretch Of courtesy, auburn; dry. c1ar'e,
and per,inaeiou.ly obstinate in its resist
ancc TO tho ci,ilirins efforts Of comb and
brush. Bu, there is great deal of blc
bono and muscle in him. and he may ye,
work on, noble destiny. IL, US see.
ny the time he had spelled on, the hand
bill, and found ,ha; Licu,enant -- was
in town and wished TO enlist recruits for
Company -. Regiment, !, was nearly
sunset; and he took oa his apron. washed
his hands. looked q, himself IN the piece OF
looking. glass ,ha, stuck in the window-a
defiant look that said he was not afraid oi
oil that nose-,ook his hat down from It's
peg behind tho door. and in spite OF the
bri.,lln. resistance Of his hair, crowded /,
down over hi. head. and started for hi' sup
rer. And a, he walked he mu.ed aloud. as
wa. III. custom, addressing himself IN the
second pcr.on. Hopeful, what do You
think OF IL? They wan, more soldiers, eh'
Guess them fights a, Donel'on and Pits
burg L,nusn bou, used up some o them
rieimen,s. by Jng'" (llopeful had
been piously broush, M. and his emphatic
eIclama,ion, took mild Iorm.) "iIopc.
iul. 'Irec, you II have to 50. an stan IN
some poor fellcr's shoes. 'rwon't do Tor
them there blasted Sece.hers TO be KILN oa
our boys. and no one there TO pay EN- back.
IL !. time this here thing was busted Hope
iui. you ain, pretty, and you ain, smart :
but you used to be mighty nasty hand
with q shotgun. Cues, you'll have to try
your hand on old Borey's (Beauresard's)
chaps: an' # you ever e., bead on one.
he'll enter his land mighty shortly. Wha,
do you say to soin'? You wanted TO go
last year. but mother was sick. an you
couldn't; and now mothers gone to glory,
why. show your grit an so. Think about
it, any how"
And Hopeful did think about i,-,houghi
till late a, night Of tho insulici las, OF the
fierce light. anil glorious victories, OF the
dead and the dying lying out N the p'ti''ss
storm. of the da.tardly outraees OF rebel
fend.-,houch, OF all this with his great
warm hear, overllowins with lovo ior the
dear old Bangor" ard resolved to 50.
The mex, morning he notified his " boss OF
his intention to qui, his service for that OF
Uncle sam. The old fellow only opened his
eve. very wide. grun,ed, brought out the
stocking, "a striped relic Of the departed
Frau Koriwaner.) and from IL counted out
and paid Hopeful every cent that was due
him. But there was one thing that sat
heavily uron llopeful's mind. lie was in
a rredicament that all OF US are liable to
fall into-ho was in love with Christina,
Herr Kordwaner's daughter. Christina
was plump MAIDEN. ~i:h round. rosy
face. an extensive latitude Of shoulders. md
q general plen.itude and ''ldi'y OF figure.
All these she had but what had captivated
IIoprfal's eye was her trim ankle. as tap
pearsd to him one morning. encased In
warm white yarn stocking Of her own knit.
ting. From this small beginning. his heart
had taken in the whole Of her, and now hs
was desperately in lore. Two or three
times he had essaycd to tell her OF his pro.
posed departure; but every time that the
words were coming to his lips. something
rushed up into hi, throat ahead OF them,
and ho couldn't speak. AZ last. af.er walk
inc home from church with her on Sunday
evening, ho held ou. bis hand and blursed
out:
"well, good bye. We're OF to.mOr'
row."
"On! wherc?"
"l'vc enlisted"
Christina didn't faint. She didn't take
out her delicate and daintily periumed
muehoir, to hide the tears that were not
there. She looked at him moment. while
two great real tears rolled down her checks.
and ,hen-precipitatsd oil her charms right
1 -. al. .rms uopeful stood In maDfuIly