Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1865-04-05

out an II, that person was " a secesu ant
ought to be hung" He was uncondition
ally Union of course, but not for the
Union unless slavery was pulled up roo
and branch first, instead of making the
abolition of slavery a consequent of the
war, his theory was that putting dOws the
rebellion was a secondary consideration
" Slavery must be- abolished if the Union
went to h-H"
But Mr.. Simmonds was, as we said, in
tensely loyal, one of the first to head sub
scriptions for volunteer families for
effect, never being paid)-his name -four
ished on handbills as chairman of Union
COMMITTEES, the right hand man of all
recruiting officers, provost marshals, etc.
The first to get up dinners in honor of
the soldiers home on furlough-though
he never paid a cent himself, but his
grocery was patronized, of course, in the
getting up thereof-as he sold oysters,
peaches, etc., ETC., at co8t-said cost be-
ing the usual retail price at other stories.
At all " Union RaHies," he was the big
gest fish in the pond getting up banners
and transparencies, emblems and flags
and always marshal of the day, chief
speaker, committee on toasts, etc.
Mr.. Simmonds also was extremely log
al, for he believed in negro equality, say
ing that only by commingling of the
black and white races could the highest
human perfection be secured. He was
great friend Of the negro, though he nev-
er gave a cent to clothe, feed or free one
in his life. But the gentleman's biggest
gun was that he was a Democrat, a life
long Democrat, but not id copper
head" he was-a jackson Democrat, a
Douglas Democrat-though in go he
cursed that great and good man, and
sneered at his adherents as " Union sa-
vers, when the "old slave Union WASH t
worth cuss, no how This was the
life long Dsnaocr0tf!9) who cried " copper
head" to every true Democrat--and so
loyal!
But to go on with our story; after
Charlie Bradshew went to war this per-
feetion of loyalty continued to flourish
Ike green bay tree. The State quota
had been SLED and the fear Of the draft
being over, the Young man settled down
quietly to read tho Tribune and wait on
his customers. As for the pretty, spirit
ed Nellie BradsEeR, she had apprentio-
ed herself to the -milIiners, the Misses
CIarks, and tried to think She was happy
reading Charles letters, writing to him,
and busying himself with her needle
The Misses Clarks, two spinsters of
uncertain age, however, made peace and
happiness a moral impossibilityfor Mel
lie, they made Mr.. Hugh Simmonds
welcome visitor, such good loyal young
man he was, and they heartily enjoyed
Nellie's discontinue when she would
leave the room, or get into a remote cor
ner to avoid him.
Mr.. Hugh Simmonds used to entertain.
his hostesses, and vice versa, with long
TRADES about the "copperheads in the
army, as well as at home;" and one day
Of great glee, when Nellie had more than
usually evinced her dislike for him, he
drew daily paper from his pocket, and
tossed it into her lap, exclaiming, so
may it go with all tories.
The paper was marked with a pencil
at this passage:
- Among those who fell at -, was
Charles Bradshew. Ho was shot by his
own Captain, while attempting to desert
to the enemy. We learn from good au-
thority, that he was a notorious copper
head at home, and richly deserved his
fate
The shock was too great for poor Mel
lie, and she fell heavily to the floor. A
CLEAN of satisfaction passed over Hugh
Simmonds' countenance.
"a rather tough joke" he said al
think I've paid the little vixen well for
the way she has treated me since Brad.
shew went away. I paid the editor ten
dollars for publishing that little para
graph, but I didn't think she'd take it
exactly this way"
Z" So Charlie Bradshew didn't attempt
to desert, eh ?" quired the elder Miss
Clark, as she rummaged in a closet for
the camphOr. r rttf...
mo, at least I never heard as he did,
and for all that, he might have done so,
you know A traitors traitor, for all
Uncle Sans uniform
"And is he dead ?"
Il believe that's not fact either, for
all 1 know he's as well as l an"
You are too bad, Mr.. Simmonds,"
smiled Miss Clark. As you remarked
it was a hard joke, poor girl, that broth
er was all she had in the world"
"Well, he was a blamed 'copperhead,
and she is too, and there's nothing too
bad for such trash, . remarked the young