The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1863-06-05

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neighbors at the village school house,
attending no war meetings, offering
no money for the cause and doing
nothing to encourage enlistments. 1t
looked bad certainly. AT length the
public feeling ran so high that Nick
heard of it, but he only laughed, call
ed them a pack of fools for their pains
and said he would give his opinions
when called upon for them, not before
But no one cared to ask him point
blank what he thought, for a whole
some fear of his prowess was preva-
lent in Springdale. But Nick got
caught at last.
Cicily Hopkins-sweet Cicily Hop
kins, from New Hampshire-down
for a visit to her cousin Lizzie, came
blooming into Springdale one June
morning, like a.vertable little puritan
rose, and Nick stared Mt her whenev-
er and wherever he could, like a real
heather as he was; and before many
days he had made some pretcnse to
call over at the deacon's where he
straightway received an introduction
to pretty Cicily, who wondered much
at his great moustachc, and rather
liked his looks, but denominated him
n perfect bear afterwards, when she
and Lizzie were talking him over af-
terwards. Then he invited Miss Liz
zie land Cicily of course) to ride over
to Accomac ponds, with him to fish
for perch and gather lilies, and
indeed carried them both there in his
handsome wagon in grand style, and
made himself so agreeable that they
fell fairly in love with him, and VOW
cd that they never would listen to a
word in his disparagement again
Yes, Nick was caught! and Cicily tho
half afraid of the great fish she hook
ed, felt proud of her conquest, and
got to looking for the dreamy eyes
and black moustache with little flut-
ter at the heart and gush of crimson
bushes over plump cheeks and milk
white neck. But, then, he was Sc
cessionist they said; and she a staunch
Union damsel. SIZE would never mar
ry Secessionist-nevcr! She said
as much one day in Nick's hearing
but he only smiled and remarked
that 'he wouldn't either-if he could
And so the summer was slipping
I by, and Cicily's visit drawing to a
close-only one day OF it remained.
Nick had gone to Boston with a
promise to return in time to say
"Good bye - and something else.
which he wished to tell her before
they should part. All! she well knew
what it was.
Tea on the table. Cicily sat look
ing out Of the open window at the
open win low at honey and
the sweet briars. Lizzie. rs usual,
was bustling around in II perfect whirl-
wind of business and stiff muslin
Old Mrs. Hopkins was slowly rolling
up her knitting, while the Deacon
who had Just received his Newspaper
from the Postoficc, was dimly spell
ing out the headings to the columns
Come father, teas ready" said
Lizzie.
"Yes. child in q minute. What's
this? Three hundred thousand moro
men called for by President Lincoln!'
"The Lord pity their poor moth
, ers'' said old Mrs. Hopkins, wipirs
her eyes, rs she thought of Ben, he
first born, away in the army.
The Deacon cast his eyes down III
column.
"Humph! What's this? New rogi
ments under the Presidents p"ocla
nation. Col. Dudley has been com
missioncd by the Governor to raise
, regiment for immediate service
Il wonder if that's Nick? sal
Lizzie.
"No. He's Secessionist," grun
c bled tie deacon.
| ale isn't" spoke up Cicily-the
G blushed like a rose.
e "Why, Cicily, child" said Mr.
= Hopkins, show do you know what h
t is?''
"Why he told me-(a white lie J
t That isl conscience stricken) h
:, didn't-eXactly say so, but II kno
e thai is l-tnlnk-
C "Bon be quite smc Of Uhat 81
Y sag Ciciiy"
It What pretty little scream fro
:, frightened, blushing Cicily, viii
&c Lizzie burst into laughter, and o
le Mrs. Hopkins dropped her hnittil
IS in astonishment; for there in the do'
d stood Nick Dudley himself, an uno
$. served spectator to the scene, an
ID looking handsomer than ever in h
N Colonel s uniform!
ut What passed between Nick al
in Cicily that night, in the long wa
If they took together under the maple
re l know not; only when the Colon
o. returned home towards midnight,
~ he went strolling along the lone
at road trolling out snatches Of Spani
ballads and old love ditties, while {
e. cily went softly up to her chamb
he richer by happy heart, and ri1
ne upon her finger that had never 81
de tered there before.
es A battlefield black masses ofsmo
D. drifting overhead; below, black MAJ
nd es of men here and there-motic
en- less-hurrying- charging - retire
in ing. Red flashes of fire darting
,ld grily out at sudden intcrvals-str'
nd glers lying stark and dead, clottl
to the fields, the woodlands and
Tvs roads-batteries, with their powd
rts stained pieces, and the haggard ar