Weekly Trinity journal., 1867-12-14
NUMBER 40.

sister, and he kissed her. and she kissed him,
and away she went to set the table, and the nice
hot things smoked on a cloth white as snow
and how Charlie enjoyed them But once, in
the midst of all, felt frightened feeling come
over me, and know turned pale, for Drusilla
said, 4" what is the matter, Aunt FairfaxF'
l said nothing, but it was this Kind OF like
the ghost of a step, going champ, champ, over
the frozen snow kind of like ghost of voice
saying &c Let me lie on your floor before your
fire. and give me any kind of a crust" kind Of
like seeing some one that had mother, drop
| ping down on the winter road, and freezing and
starving to death there. That's what it was.
But put it away, and only thought of Charlie.
We drew up together by the fire when tea was
done, and he told US things about the war that
I'd never heard before How the soldiers suffer-
ed, and what weary marches, and short rations
they sometimes had. And then he told me how
his life had been in danger how he had been
set upon by the rebels and badly wounded and
how at the risk of his own life, a fellow soldier
had saved him and carried him away, fighting
his path back to camp.
| "Id never seen you but for him., says my
Charlie. "And if there's a man on earth love,
it is Rob Hadaway, the dearest, best fellow We
have shared each others rations, and drank from
the same canteen many and many time and i f
l ever had had brother, couldn't have thought
more of him."
"Why didn't you bring him home to see your
too, and anything that l could do for him, the
man who saved my boys life, couldn't be
enough. Send for him Charlie" But Charlie
shook his head, and covered his face with his
hands.
"Mother," said he, az don't know whether
Rob Hadaway is alive or dead. While was in
the ranks he was taken prisoner, and the rebel
prisons are poor place to live in, Mother. ia
give my right hand to be able to do him any
good, but can find no trace of him. And he
has mother too, and she is SO fond of him.
She lives at Greenbank poor old lady. My dear,
good Rob, the preserver of my life r.
And saw Charlie was nearly crying.
Not to let us see his tears, he got up and went
to the mantel-piece. did not look around until
l heard cry:
"Great heavens what is this?' And turn
ed, and Charlie had the tobacco pouch the man
dropped, in his hand.
} "Where did this come from ?' said he: 81
feel as though l had seen ghost gave this
J to Rob Hadaway the day he saved me. We SOL
, diers had not much to give, you know, and he
vowed never to part with it while he lived. How
did it come here, Mother?''
And fell back in my chair, white and cold,
e and said ], "a wandering tramp left it here.
Never your Rob, my dear-never your Rob. He
e must have been an impostor. I wouldn't have
I turned person away really in want Oh no,
e no it's another pouch, child not that, or he
e stole it. A tall fellow, with blue eyes and yel-
low-brown hair wounded he said, and going to
i his mother at G-eenbank. Not your Rob-"
And Charlie stood staring at me with clinched
, hands and said he, 1t was my Rob, my dear
old Rob, wounded and starving-my dear old
Rob, who saved my life, and you have driven
him out such night as this, Mother. My moth
er, to use Rob so ~
"Curse me, Charlie" said I, "curse me, if
you like; I'm afraid God will. Three times he
, came back. Three times he asked for only
, crust and a place to lie, and l drove him away.
I-I-and he's lying on the road now. Oh, if
had known ~
And Charlie caught up his hat. I'll find him
if he's alive" said he. "Oh, Rob my dear
friend.'
And them never saw the girl in such TAX
ing-down went Drusilla on her knees, as if say
ing her prayers, and says she, Thank God
dared to do it p And she says again to me,
"Oh, Aunt, I've been trembling with fright, not
knowing what you d say to me. l took him in
the kitchen way. / could not see him go faint
and hungry and wounded and put him in the
spare chamber over the parlor, and I've been so
frightened all the while"
"Lord bless you, Drusila," says Charlie, and
"Amen," says |.
And she, getting bolder, went on-"And
took him up short-cakes and apple-sass and
tea," says she, I" and l took him a candle and
hot brick for his feet, and l told him to eat aud
90 to bed in the best chamber-Aunt Fairfax's
white counterpane and all-and locked him in
and put the key in my pocket; and told him
that he should have nights rest, and that
no one should turn him out unless they walked
over my dead body"
And Drusilla said it like an actress in tragedy
and went off into Mysteries the moment the
words out of her mouth. She'd been ex-
pecting to be half murdered for it, you know,
and the girl was but sixteen you know, and al
ways before had minded as though was her
} mother.
Never was an old sinner 80 happy as was
that night, so thankful to the good Lord; and it
, would have done your heart good if you had
gone and seen those two meet in the morning
Charlie and his friend Rob.
And Charlie, who had got on SO well, and had
) a mother who was not SO poor, helped Rob into
business And he got over his wounds at last,
and grew as handsome as picture, and to-day
e a week is going to marry Druslla.
ard give you anything have, said lana
I won't refuse you even Drusilla," when he ask
Z ed me. telling me that he had loved her ever
since she was SO kind to him on the nignt i'e
e told you of.
d And Charlie is to stand up with him, and am
A IN give Drusilia away, and Rob's sister from
/ Greenbank, is to be bridesmaid, ard I've guess
t that some day Charlie will bring her nom 70 rn'
in Drusilla's place.
! rsed and no doubt l am often imposed v. -,
S~, This is what say, " Better be imrc cd upon
1,vsrs than be cruel to one who real. need Jour
heIn And I've read my Bioe better Of late.
and know who says, " even as .-cu have done
Il unto the least of these, ye have conc it unto
me-"
TIE SCHOOL OF FREEDox. = -Twenty-Gve years
400 the historian and philosopher. &C eholar Ma
cauley wrote -" There is only ons cure for the
evils which newly acquired freedom produces
and that cure is freedom. When a prisoner
leaves his cell he cannot bear the light of day;
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