Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1864-06-09

leather sword belt His hair was cut
so as TO make him look almost as smart
as Gen. Logan. His father was proud,
he knew his boy was handsome and
smart, but he had returned handsomer
and smarter than he expected After the
first few words Susan said little, for she
began to hurry the supper but one could
see by the glimmer Of her eyes, under
their lashes, that she had pleasant
thoughts.
Then they had good supper. 1t
should have been good, for they had
been preparing victuals for several days.
Everything on the table, and around the
house, looked as though they had we'd
ding. 1t was very nearly wedding.
As soon as supper was over, the old
man commenced. He spoke of the
wickedness of the war, of high taxes,
of the overthrow of the Constitution
and the ruin Of the country, and con-
cluded by saying We ought to let tie
South go. Susan and the women tried
to get him to talk of something else,
while Andy interrupted and tried TO ex-
plain; but he would listen to nothing,
and he talked till he had nothing more
to say. He made out terrible case
Then Andy said;
81 see how this business is, dad
Some of them lawyers up to the county
seat have been farming you these things.
And now let me tell you, tho they sound
mighty big, thar's scurcely word o
truth in EN- from one end to the other"
hot xxyho Is hn
Squire. "Do you mean to call your
father a liar? Say, sir, am / liar ?
Am liar?"
Andy's bunch of beard began to work
in curious way, and he waited little
before he spoke.
"Who talks about liars but yourself
Shan't tell you what the army would
say of you if you talked like that among
them? I'll tell you. They'd say you
was id traitor; and if you didn't
happen to have first best friend by you
they'd string you up. And I'll tell you,
too,we think heap more of an out-and
out rebel than we do of the traitors at
home, who, when we strike the rebels a
lick, help them to strike us back"
"You git out of my house Ifyou are
my own son you shan't insult me in it !;
I'm done with you-you shan't have
none of my property-not hait-out of
my house--Ill have nothing to do with
your
"That suits me if it does you. Susan,
pick up what things you want now, and
leave the rest for another time Well
go up to Bob Reynolds. He's good
Union man. Your dads Copper, 1
know. You'll hear a different story one
of these days, dad, mind / tell YOU
"You may go to the devil for all
kere.n
Andy buckled on his sword and stood
waiting for Susan She was running
around, taking care of her things her
sisters-in-law were helping her while
Mrs. Clifford tried to soothe her hus-
band. He would listen to nothing; his
son had turned out to be Yankee mig
ger, and it must be he wanted a Niger
wench--he wouldn't speak to him, and
he never wanted to see him again.
The house, lately so joyful, had become
house of mourning All the women
folks cried, and the baby, seeing some
thing was wrong, cried louder than any
body else.
At last Susan was ready, and crying,
she left the house with Andy and they
went away through the lane. In addi-
ton to this trouble, Susan had another,
which was on account of a piece she had
Just got in the loom, and she had thrown
the shuttle only a few times to see how
it would look. Her father in-law had
planted patch of cotton for her and
plowed it, and she had hoed, picked, and
got it ginned, and spent almost all win
ter in spinning and coloring, She was
going to have piece of check for dress
es for herself and baby. Now she did
not know what would become of it
Perhaps the old man would cut it out of
the loom.
They had gone quite a distance, when
Mrs. Clifford came into the porch and
called her.
"Susan, you forgot your pocket-hand-
kerchief"
She went back, while Andy waited.
She was gone long time. Once she
came out, lingering, then hastily went
back. At last she came running, and
looking pleased, and said his father
wanted to speak with him. He turned,
rather reluctantly, and found his father
filling his pipe by the fireplace. II
want to ak you one question, Andy
Answer me now, fair. Sayin' nothin'
about them northern chaps amt it
shame to us as comes from the south to
be fightin' and KILN our kind O. folks,
and some on 'em our own kim"
81 don't want no dispute and trouble
with you dad, but / can answer that
mighty sudden. 1t is shame--but the
shame is theirn, not ourn. It's they
that's fighting us. We didn't strike the
first lick. We didn't want no war, but
they did, and they've tried to break up
the Government. When they want peace,
and to have things as they had EN- be-
fore, excepting one little thing as has
gone up, all they've got to do is to say
it. But if they've idea that they can
make two governments of one, that be-
longs to both on u.s. they've got a bigger
job on hand than they'd a idea form
fact, the thing can't be did. I'll tell you
what all John Logan's men, and the rest
Of the sogers say, we say, well sweep
'em from the face of the arth afore we'll