Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-03-29
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HON. e FIR O N THE w AR.
'There'll be bitin' black frost on the
hills to night, tell yer said Moses At
terly, as be threw al armful Of oak sticks,
fringed With silver grey moss, upon the
stone hearth, and rubbed bis hands cbeer-
lily before the red. roaring blaze that en-
circlod the rude, iron fire dog in drifts of
ruby sparks.
he was tall, wiry-looking old man,
with mild hazel eyes, aud q skin we'll nigh
as brown ss the basket of butternuts that
stood IN the corner-a nau whom you
might easily fancy to have grown ur among
those rock bound, wind swept wildernesses,
ss the giant pines on the steep cliff above
bad crowns talwart and sturdy, and true
to the very hearts core. The room was
very plain, With no curtains at the narrow
paDej windows, and no carpet save the old
EigSsg veins in the hickory boards that
formed the floor, yet, there was an air Of
comfort in the splint bottomeG chars, with
red mo-een cushions. aud the round table,
neatly spread for the evening NELL. Over
the ere an apopletic black tea kettle kept
ny dresry song. and Muses. Atterly's only
child sat, with folded hands, in the chin
ney corner, watching the Vaporous wreath
curling from the spout-a pretty, soft eyed
girl. with late rose in her brsids of CLOS
sy chestnut brown hair, and straight. clear
~ cut feasnres-now in SHADOW, and all ir-
radiated by che cheerful torches of fame
that played at hide.snd.seek in and out
among the creviees Of the great babbiipg,
singing logs.
'HsVe you been to the pest Office TO- night.
fatherr said she, suddenly Locking I'D as
Moses gave the smoulderiug back log sort
OF demonstrating kick
No, but u.et Jim Crawling dowr By
the deadlock hollow, and he said be was
gsiag straight there-sO / told him To ask
Il there vas eDything for our folks He'll
he here directly ennclgde, tor it must be
all Gf two hears ago.
1 am very sorry said B-ssie retulant-
l.. Father ! detess the sigtt of that
man"
My IDEAS daughter demonstrated Moses
Atteri5, that amt accOrdiu' TO either sense
or gospel
We'll, I can't help it, fpther,' coaxed
Bessie, stealing her soft dimpIed baud into
the rough palm. that lay on Noses After
Iy's knee. Somehow be always seemed to
me like
She stepped 6uddeniy-sn suddenly that
the late rose fll out of her hair and Law on
the stone hearth-fOr, as she turned her
head. che saw james Graying standing
beside them unfolding q coarse white com
forter from about bis neck. He stopped
without saying word, and picked up the
rose for her.
Why JIM said farmer AtterIy.-'Where
on airth did ynu drop down from? / did,
hear sou cqme in
Didn't your I'm sure knocked luud
enough said Grsying, with deep red
flush slowly fading from his cheek. prot
" we'll to-Dight BessieH
i am quite we'll enough routed Bes
sic, without locking at him. and tossing her
recovered rose in among to glowing cinders
| Somehow or another it had lost its charms
sufter having lain in James GrsyliDg's hand
| q second.
SIT down, jim p said sbe farmer. An,
| news for as to nightr
Nothing
| What a strange smile passed over hit
face as be saw the sudden downward drooI
Of Bsssie's eyelashes--the quiVer around
her mouth.
'Nothiir That's queer You see Bes
sizes feeling kind O. worried cause she dom
hear nothin' from Henry Ives.'
James Grayling paused. little mallc
iOusly, to notice the sparkle in Bessie't
eyes as she leaned forward with reddenine
cheek and intent look.
what does be ssy?' che gasped, q,
Grsyling spoke something TO her father IL
whispered tones.
well, I'm afraid you'll feel badly abou
| it bat q friend Of mine has received u let,
ter in which the writer says Harry Ivel
was captured, with half dozen others, by
9 skirmishing party, q week before BIZ
Wfote.'
Captured 2
Yes, and that isn't all He said that b.
didn't halt believe Harry Ives cared wheth
| or he was carried down South or not, fol
| he had taken great notion to sumo pretty
girl down in Virginia. planters daugh.
ter, believe-and'
i don't believe it, James Grayling,' said
Bessie, springing to her feet, with dashiug
eye and passion crimsOned forehead j
don't believe a word OF it, You are re-
peatiug some vile falsehoodp
Il kpow you'd feel bad, said Grayling
with provoking mildness but thought
that you ought to know bow matters stood
can show yOn my friend Sans letter i
that will be any more satisfactory. new
er had much faith in Harry Fves-s care.
less. dashiGg fellow who
| 'Hushl ! will not listen to another sen
tence 7 ejaculsted Bessie, angrily and witt
q certain strange dignity in her girl.fac,
and slender form.
Mr.. Atterly, said Grayling, with az
gravating moderation, and calmness, 'hoI
long is it since you received letter from
Harry IVss2
Well, it's considerable SPELL said tn
farmer. but letters do take time to reacI
Us, you know
Yes, particularly when they're neve
sent, snesred Grayling.
Father, DONE listen to him. cried Bes
sic, passioraiely. If the whole worl
were to tell me Harry Ives was untrue,
wouldn't believe them
And Bessie tainted quietly away, Wit
her chestnut braids of hair falling over he
fathers knee
Poor child! Could she have foreseel
the weary months of waiting for the leste
which never came from the far of southern
hills, the hope deferred which maketh tn
heart sick, that were in store for her, Oh
might have been sorry that she had no
died then and there. holdiog fast to ths
firm faith 10 Harry's fidelity. -.
james 0fayIing-a crafty, patient maj
-bidSd hisstime. II came ct last whel
lkha tandar GREEN of the hillSida ahriveiIe,