Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1864-06-02


His mother and his sisters also cam,
Ground him, and there was great time. -
They all kept hooking at him. He was olde,
and tanned. There is scarcely person old
or young in the whole North who does moi
know the exact color Of the Vicksburg tan
1t is said the Rebels we're worse tanned
which is likely, since Gen. Grant is a tan
ner Andy's clothes were so clean the,
seemed new, and the blue cloth was yer,
fine. The women thought his beard was 81
funny, for it was only little bunch arounC
his mouth. They could not keep their eve
off the bright, round little buttons on In,
blue vest, and his shining patent Leather
sword belt. His hair was cut so as to max,
him lock almost as smert4ee General Logan
His father was proud, he knew his boy VIZ.
handsome and smart, but he had returned
handsomer and smarter than he expected
After the first ew,words Susan said little, fol
she began to hurry the supper, but one could
see by the glimmer of her eyes, under theil
lashes, that she had pleasant thoughts.
Then they had good supper. 1t should
have been good, for they had been prepar-
ing victuals for several days. Everything
on the table. and around the house, looked
! as though they had a wedding. 1t was very
nearly a wedding.
! As soon az 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 concluded by saying we ought
to let the South go. Susan and the women
tried to get him to talk Of something else,
while Andy interrupted and tried to explain;
but he would listen to nothing, and he talk
ed till he had nothing more to say. He
made out terrible case Then Andy said:
u see hsw 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 scarcely word o truth in 'em from
one end to the other"
What's this, what's this?" said the
Squire. DO you mean to call your father
a liar? Say, Sir, am l liar? Am l a
liar? ?"
Andy's bunch Of beard began to work in
a curious way, and he waited little before
he spoke.
who talks about liars but yourself p
Shan't tell you what the army would say
of you if you talked like that among them?
IN 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 q hear
more Of an out-and-out Rebel than we do
of the traitors at home, who, when we
strike the Rebels lick, help them to strike
US back"
You git out of my house. IF you are
my own son you shant insult me in it. I've
done with you-you shan't have none Of my
property-not hait--out of my house.
I'll have nothing to do with you |"
That suits Inc if it does you. Susan.
pick up what things you want now, and
leave the rest for another time Wen 70
to Bob Reynolds. He's good Union man.
Your dads Copper, know. You'll hear
different story one of these days, dad,
mind tell yeu."
You may go to the devil for all l kere."
Andy buckled on his sword and stood
waiting for Susan. She was running around,
taking care of her things; her sisters-in-
law we're helping her; while sMrs. Clifford
tried to soothe her husband He would
listen to nothing; his son had turned out
to be Yankee niger, and it must be he
wanted 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 felix's
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 addition to this
trouble, Susan had another, which was on
account of piece she had just got in the
loom, and she had thrown the shuttle only
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, got it ginped, and spent almost all
Winter in spinning and coloring. She was
going to have piece of check for dresses
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 distance, when
Mrs Clifford came into the porch and call
ed her.
"Susan, you forgot your pocket-hanlker-
chief"
She went back, while Andy waited. She
was gone a 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.
81 want to Ak you one question, Andy
Answer me now, fair. Sayin' nothin' about
them Northern chaps, amt it a shame to
US aS comes IroH tne SOutn 10 De ugntln
and KILN our kind o folks, and soma on
'em oui own kim"
II don't want no dispute and trouble
with you, dad, but lean answer that mighty
sudden. 1t is a shame-but the shame is
theirn, not ourn. It's they that S fighting
us. We didn't strike the first lick. We
didu't want no war, but they did, and they
we tried to break up the Government. When
they want peace, and to have thingsa as they
had EN- afore, excepting one little thing as
has gone up, all they've got to do is to say
it. But if they've idy they can make two
governments of one, that belongs to both on
US, they've got a bigger JOB on hand than
they'd n idy form fact, the thing can't be
did. I'll tell you what all John l.ogsn's
men, and the rest of the sojers say, We say,
we'll SWEEP 'em from the face OF the arth
afore we'll give up to 'em. And we can do
it. - -" ,....--l. =. b. d, rs.r.I. %. b.
That's dreadful hard talk. Andy, but
there seems something in what you said
about the fust lick. | hadn't thought O.
that, say, Andy, you amt a goin' to de-
sert your old father ksse he got riled and
spoke kinder sharp. Let's argerfy this busi-
ness-Pve got the handsomest clover lot
you over seed, and the primest wheat you