Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1862-07-03

lying low in some ditch or on some
mountain ridge, upturued blankly tc
the sky, cold and dead. His stern sci
face relaxed suddenly, and the dark
fame in bis eyes melted into infinite
tenderness.
You, dearl Will you care? Will
you wear heart-mourning for me if
fall?'
A tear glittering on her cheek in the
faint light was her answer. He stoop-
ed to kiss it away, but voices came per-
iIously near. The waltz was done.
Give me something Of yours that
has been near you.' be whispered.
She undid the belt that encircled her
trim waist, and gave it. with its gold
and azure clasps, into his hand.
God bless you, keep you from all
harm. and bring you back to mel
Her voice sank so low that he could
scarcely catch the concluding words;
but there was no time for answer. A
sudden ray of light shot in through the
parted curtains, soft footballs and silk
en- rustlings sounded close by them
He bent low over her, and pressed his
lips to hers. Merry voices called
them-the Philistines were upon them.
Lutte answered with a careless laugh,
he with a jest, as they mingled with
the crowd. Who could have dreamed
of that last burning kiss, that voiceless
farewell.
An hour after exclaimed Evolyn De-
vereux the hostess, Lutte Lodor, do you
know you have lost your belt and those
lovely clasps? What pityl / thought
l had never seen anything so pretty
l shall have the servants look every
where. -
Lutte smiled family at the thought Of
such proftless looking. Miles away at
that very moment, it was rising and
falling with every pulse Of the heart
of Jack Centyre, as he rode steadily
and swiftly on in the darkness.
Let those who have kept vigil
through long months with hope and
fear, tell how the weary ensuing days
passed for Lutte, if words can tell; if
there is any expression for an undying
heart-sickness, a never-ceasing terror.
From society she was presently ostra-
cised. Came there one day. Mrs. Raw
inson, the outward and visible sign of
hat inward and mysterious essence,
principle, or quality, whatever il may
be, known as the "ton," indignation
hroned on her bushy eyebrows, deter
nination ensconced about tie corner of
Ter mouths.
'Ah! come here. you naughty child
vas her salutation as Lutte entered,
we were talking of you, were we not,
Miss Primly?'
Aunt Rachel, who interpreted Alright
he ominous quiet Of lips and mouth in
Ter somewhat unmanageable ward, as
ented feebly, while Lutte seated herself
Without other reply than bend Of the
read.
L came here to talk to you serious
~ pursued Mrs. Rawlinson, smoothing
Ter gloves easily, and obviously en-
by the steady gaze and for
nidable composure OF the culprit. Il
new your mother, nv dear, and l feel
n interest in you. Young people will
'e indiscreet, will draw wrong conclu-
ions; no one knows better than l. A
'retty girl of eighteen can't be a So
rates--we don't expect it. In fact,
Why should we expect it? As l said to
be ladies yesterday, beitbas not battles,
'leasure not politics, is running in your
title head.
No answer to so much condescension;
10 appreciation OF such elaborate kind
ess, either expressed or implied; only
silence, stormy eyes and mutin-
us though as yet quiet lips, and Aunt
'rimly looking on aghsst and helpless.
clearly there was no resource left Mrs.
but to bring out her heavy
.uns and open fire. |
Miss Loder, in a committee OF our
aides, it was yesterday decided con-
inued Mrs. Rawlinson, that while our
husbands, fathers and brothers are
way fighting our enemies, we cannot
= justice tolerate them in our midst
We have a list OF ladies profsssing
Union sentiments, and painful as it will
e, we are resolved to cease all associa-
ion with them
The question is then, who are the
retorted Lutte.
i am sorry to say that your name is
n the list
1T is honored them
i pleaded your youth and beauty in
ain. You are more than suspected Of
Jnion feeling
why not say more than suspected Of
christianity, love of country, or some
uch heinous ofFence?' burst out Lutte.
II l am only suspected. let suspicion
e changed to certainty. / know no
ountry but the Union. acknowledge I
o allegiance to any flag but the Stars
nd Stripes. Idesire no friendship with
raitors and ingrates.'
She is madl' gssped Aunt Primly.
"Worsel" echoed Mrs. Rawlinson I
olemnly. hiol
Lutte rose to her full height. {
Mrs. Rawlinson, tell your friends
lat the poorest man that fights for his
ountry against treason and secession,
more bonored in my eyes than your
roudest leaders, If 1 were q man,
~ best blood should seal my words;
) a woman. am only sorry that j can