The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1863-09-02

The reporter was sitting in a shady cor.
ner o. his Boarding horse ptrl1r. about nine
o'cloTk last ni,ht. Ongrau'ating himself up
on escaping the DAFT. and keeping hrs eve
skinned Tor items to adprn this ,lumn. lie
felt easy His daily labor was hona. and 20
was his supper, and with ualm> leaf in une
hand. and tooth pick IN the o'her. he re
posed in his c1rnsr in silence, in ObScuriiy
and curinsrv
At the other end oil the parlor half hidden
in the rustling draperV GA breezy alcove.
stood Miss Susanab suddenly S.uckup,
daugh er Of an armv cnntractnr' whI has
made his two hundred and htv thousand
since the war commenced. and hV her side
was AdolphiS WeaklegS, her affiancad -
Weablegs j. ponr-csIiainly for somebody
told somebody that somebody heard the
l'rdaly dnnning him tor his bo,ri bill The
other day, hut he is thought % be hon st bv
those who dJn't know him. goad 10 Xxi NJ by
Miss SuSa an, and smart br his mamma. and
this accounts for his prospective alliance
with the StuckupS.
The two stood in loves close compact, and
the agitsnon thev could i'll conceal plsinlv
told o. SOM trouble in Cupi1's hover, and
indicated that squai had struck heir love
laden bark, threa' eninc to sril their voyage
Of bliss forever. dearest. I'm DRAFTED " 81 id
Alolphus. "Oh, nv precious one," squeak
ell Su>annah. TOo true, to- true. alas! and
| am too poor to fork over" he reSpo lded ,
and the two gave way To despair and vignr>
Gus application Of the handkerchief They
wept Then Su5annah lite 4 her little head
from his bnzz1m." wiped her nose gave a
sigh, an1 a last sniff. and said, said, "Adol-
phus?" lie answered, "What, horey?" II
know" she continued "Well?" he Sarl. -
Father can buv YOU off for me" She told
him. and he excsmet, "Gond, BY thunder,
that's just what. was thinking about, my
d,rlng, and want you to AK him." And
so it was arraigned
"Ad 'lpAus, shall sing something fol you
now " said SuSaunah. yes" he repl led
and the maiden mounted the pianl stool, and
beginning the old familiar air OF "The
French Conscript," song:
"You are going far away,
Far away from poor Jeannette,"
[Reporter thinks-The devil he is; tho'
your daddy was to pay three hundred for
him; i the nd man is too mean, why let
him skediddle with you to Canada
"Ih ere's no one left 10 love me now
"And you, too may forget"
Reporter--Oh, amt hough? Well yor
just let him 60 to stop reb,l bullets, and see
il there amt other chaps to love you Hell
forget you AMI everything else when NJ )seby
gets after him.
Wth tonr gun upon your sh)Iljer
Your bayIn1; by you. sie,''
iRcporter--"Nary time;" he can't hand le
them tools.
You'll be- taking 50 ne flir lady,
And making her your bri le;
Reporter-Not much he won't conscript
don't marry fine ladies'; but. may be he'll
oome across fne she contrab ana
! "Or, wh-re glory lea IA the way.
! Yoill b; msdly rushing OIL
Reporrer--Will he. though! Glory can >
make him bulge an inch and he'll rus
home II he gets halfa chance
mot linking, 4 th'y kill you,
All my happiness Is gDle."
Reppr -Oi, illle sticks They
won'l have one crack at him /; 50 don't re-
about him bsing klllal. 90 @tita.ionR U
HiOn.