Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1863-06-20


Il wonder ifthats Nick" said Liz
zie.
"Go. he's a secessionist,n grumbled
the deacon.
He isn't,' spokoup Cicily, and then
blushed Tide rose.
"Why, Cicily, chid,' said Mrs. Hop
kins. allow do you tnow what he IS 7!
"Why, he told ne, "a white lie)-.
that is. conscience stricken he didn't
exactly say so, but II know. that is, |
think-''
Better be quite sire of what you are
saving Cicily"
Cicily Ilopkins-'weet Clcily Hop
kins, from New Hamishre-down for
visit to her cousin LIZZIE, came blooming
into Spring,lale one Jine marnlng, and
! N elk stared at her whenever and where
ever he could, likc a real eatlicn ms he
was, aud before many lays he had made
some prctense to call Uer to the Dca-
cons, where he stra;tvay received an IN
PRODUCTION to pretty Chily, who wonder
ed much Mt his g.sa mou'tache, ana
rather liked his looks. but denominated
1 him q perfect bear afterwards, when she
and LIZZIE were talkiig him over.
Then he invited Mss Lizzie. and Cici-
/ " of course. 10 ride over 10 Accomac
ponds with him, to fish for perch and wa
ter lilies. ami indeed carried them both
there in his handsome wagon III grand
stvle. and made himself SO agreeable that
thew fell fai,ls ia hove with him, aud vow
ell that they woul! never listen to
word in di>paragencnt Of him again.
/ Yes. Nick was casght, and Cicily though
! half afraid of the great fish sho bad
hooked, felt proud of her conquest, and
GOT to looking for The dreamy eyes and
! black nuustache witt. little tfutter at
the heat ana gmh Of crimson blushes
over plum p checks and milk white neck.
! Bnt, then, he was secessionist, they
I said; and she a stauhch Union damsel-
4 she never would marry srcessionest-
I never. She said as much one day IN
Nick's hearing, but lie only smiled and
( remarked that "heW ou!den't if he c'uI'l.'
Aud so the summer was Slipping by,
and Ciciy's visit was drawing to n close
--oulv one lny Of it remained.
4 Nick had gone 10 Boston with pom
/ ise to return in time to. say good by
! aud something else that he wished to tell
her before they should part. ALI well
] she knew what it was.
Tea on the table. Cic;ly sat looking
out Of the open window at lie honey
| suckles and sweet bra,s. Lizzie, as usu-
al, was busting around in perfect
.whirlwind of business and stiff muslin.
Old Mrs. Hopkins was slow " rolling up
her knitting, while the Deacon. who had
Just received his newspaper from the post
office, was d mly spelling out the heading
to the columns.
What n pretty little scream from the
frightened blushiny Cicily, while Lizzie
burst into laughter, and oil Mrs. Hop
kins dropped her knitting in astonish-
meut; for there stood Nick Dudley HIM
lcIf, an unobserved spectator Of the scene
and locking haDdsomer than ever in his
Colonel's uniform.
What passed between Nick and Cicily
that nighr. in the long walk they took to-
gether under the naples, | know not
| only when the Colonel returned home to-
ward midnight. he went strolling along
tho lonely road. trolling out sketches OF
Spanish ballads and old love ditties.
while Cicily went softly ~ TO her cham
Der, richer by a happy heart and ring
upon her finger, which had never glitter
Ell there before.
4 Observation-Disclosures masses IF smoke
drifting overhead below. black masses
Of men here aud thcre-her4 mo ionlcss
there MISUNDERSTANDING retreat;ng
rel flashes OF fire dashing angriy out at
sudden Acknowledgements lying stark
/ and dead. clothing the lids, the wool
lands ana tho road3-5 batteries with their
powder-stained pieces, and the haggard
ar,ill rymen fli!teFing wildly around them
an occasional cheer coming up harshly
in the distance, as some regiment goes
swinging on at doublo quick, the men
bareheaded, with their tongues IolIing
from their mouths. eagereye,!. dust be-
| grmmed and hrcatliiess SkirlIishcrs out
lying in every thicket. creeping up bills
ana through woods in long snakv lines
bare-armed surgeons. sweating with hack
ling and mangied, towards the rear--
officers in groops, discussing. giving hur
rided orders and peering anxiously thro'
! field glasses, aai;s darling off into the
smoke and never retur -blood-stainch
orlerlies, darling up and out of the smoke
with mysterious dispatch, and instantly
disappearing Ike phantom messengers, the
roar Of the great guns heard miles and
miles away, rafting the glass in the win
dows ofpeaceful hpmesteads, where they
think it is some distant thunder storm
over the mountains.
Look at that regiment charging the
rebel battery on the Hill, yonder-that
formidable battery, which, hidden 10y
fallen trees. and stone walls and brush
barricades, has been playing all day with
such deadly effect upon onr poor follows
Down :hey go into the little valley Mt
half run. canteens juggling, mu>kets at
sIoap. tight wasted officers already be-
ginning to pant a little; men loosenng
their knapsack straps. really to throw
them off when thhy begin the real work.