The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1867-10-04
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LUCY TAVIsH'S JOURNEY.
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lie laughed.
"l didn't run. / never do under any cir
cumstances. l couldn't thai day. Look
here :"
In spite of herself she looked, as he roll.
ed up Ils loose coat sleeve and exposed an
ugly scar running down his arm to his right
hand, from which two fingers were gone.
III spent a lively evening after The fight,
when my bunch was sliced into, trifhof
the surgeon excused himself
for mislaying the last bottle. kicked him,
aud cursed him: and then New Eng
land woman came along with lemon-the
New England women carried lemons al.
she was always mighty good to
me. She said. Don't swear and | havnt
cursed since. knew your stripe rs soon
as set eyes on you. Should be happy,
Miss. TO show you any attention in my pow.
er."
Ending with this bit Of pol,eness, he
drew aside with nn expression which de-
noted he had done all that could become n
man and traveller. A broad smile passed
over Lucy's face, which he perceived and
which encouraged him. He replaced his
elbows and resumed:
The war, Miss, has had the effect Of
making us feel free and easy everywhere.
] am quite ready TO go with ollr artillery to
Mexico the Mexicans need h (bcg your
pardon y and our cannon can give II TO
them. What is your opinion Of the Mexi-
cansf When You say rermin. ronuto, and a
want Of reraeity, they are described, in my
Lucy looked down the row on her right,
and up the row on her left, to see if any
body was observing this persistent, shabby
Young man, who was using the most often.
sivc language she ever heard. No one ap.
peared ut all regar.liul of him; but she
omitted to glance into the little mirror ip
serted in the panel at the end Of the car OH
her side.
"Where is Nlexico?' she asked, with an
indifferent air.
ut is the country where hasty plates Of
soup are made, and military officers Use the
poi,cst Of talk, when it is necessary for
Captain Bragg to give 'em little more
grape"
She raised her eyes to bis. and met n
sharp, intelligent, cool glance, which made
her feel slightly afraid of him. With ooz-
ing courage, she said, abruptly:
"Mr. Torch, were you ever cxtingiish-
cd"
"Old - he answered sold as the Allc-
ghanies that joke is The Torch Family
caino in with tia, range. Before that par
~ Of self sufficient gentleman set sail for
America in 1920"
In spite of his pert reply his sand.colored
took on lively red, and
matched his long hair, which fell srraight
beneath his jaunty felt.hat. Lucy had sue.
cCodcd in annoying and dscomposing him.
lie was really attracted toward her, and
honest in his admiration. The legends Of
his regiment, us well us It's experiences in
passing over a large extent of country, went
10 prove there was such truth ms "lovo
,t first sight" Lucy turned sqllarely from
him in the middle Of her seat, and devoted
4 close attention to her window. She
wished that the brim Of her hat was wider,
for she hal an irritating perception that Mr..
Torch was intently examining tho shape of
her ears, her waterfall and the contour of
her head. There was silence for few
miles, aud then an avalanche of magazines
md papers came sliding over beside her.
"Do look at them," begged Mr.. Torch
u besceching tone. 81 meant no oflensc.
Excuse me-"
"Thank you," mumbled Lucy, and took
up Magazine.
"First.rate article there" he said, eager
y; "but, by jingo, there isn't a mite Of
common sense in it. How are the writers
,aid your way for writing noonshine ?"
"ln finding critics like yourself, posi-.
,ly."
"vcry good again. The article Is called
The Skull of tho Negro before and after
Freedom Now will you be good enough
o tell me, Miss, whether the happy and On.
ightencd colored brother, who never is al
owed To come into the family with you, is
liilcrcnt in the formation Of his head from
hc miserable, ignorant niger, the associ.
lte Of the whites ut the Souih' Recollcct
am no secesh. No, Stree"
What should she do?" Bc driven mad
~ this creature, who had sprung up like
/ mushroom in the atmosphere Of The cur
She felt powcrlcss against his familiar, hor-
iblc good.humor. She laid the Magazine
lown, looked at her watch, aud queried
low much longer she could endure it be.
ore attempting 'justifiable homicide!"
"My watch run down." he said, "just rs
We passed cus.Aurelinsville. What
imc is it?" She felt compelled TO inform
lim but unwisely held up the watch for him
o see the hour.
"Why, what an old.fashioncd time.
,iecc ~ he exclaimed. "Lcf you by some
elation, ! think" and hc attempted to
AXE il in his hand. She drew it away
ldroitly, and yielded to the temptation of
mother impertinencc.
at came in with the Torches, and, like
hem, il never runs down."
lie roarcd and clapped his hands ;and Lu.
", with burning face, gave up the con-
est and concluded to accept the situation
II victim ill the cars should stop, and
here she would run into the prairie, il she
aw one.
Shortly the train stopped.
"Ilillo!" cried Mr.. Torch, "what is all
his Whn, are we stopping for at four
clock TO get our suppers! There Is
ong night before u.s." Lucy shud'lere,l.
1T really is for reiresllmcnt, What shall |
ring you--npple-mc? ham? cheese7 cof.
GO Do, now ! havent reen you cnt n
to-day Have You taken bite
ince we leit Chicago? Own up"
ayes, yes" she replied, Grossly, 81 pir-
hased rolls and buns this morning; ] re
luirc nothing more.
1Rolls ana buns! poor fodder iliase
here is no nourishmcnt in them--saw dust.
rhe train will not stop iill we get TO Allon.
G Won would only stop ih,re at my mother
md get cup Of her coffee! Why won't
'ou stop nn'l rest yourself? Your parents
'ould not hut approve Of such an oppotu.
lily for You, and should he the lappiest-"
"Mr. Torch" said Lucy, in aTsiifcd
'oice, ''thc time is pass;ug.a ond you will
ose your own refreshm~nt"
"lf you will take nothing, here gocs!"
And he dared out. Lucy rose with
orlorn hope OF changing her plnce TO be
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