Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-01-31

Whether this assertion be true or false, |
submit the romance to an intelligent Jury of
my Countrymen to decided ID.
CHAPTER /.
The year A. d., 1862!
"Oh! those horrid, horrid Yankees!"
-hoo!"
The above may appear arather curiousome
way to introduce my shero to the reader,
but present her as she really is-weeping
bitterly.
Isabeller Shecvelrie is the daughter of a
Rebel Colonel, and like her parient, is
"dead set" against the Northern Hessians.
She is Secesh to the spinal column,
She is now sitting in the parlor of her
fathers mansion, her face covered with her
hands. Ever and anon glittering tear
forces itself between her tapering digits,
trickles gently down her rounded arm to the
elbow, and then-drops!
In the room stands highly polished es-
critore, which is an ingenious piece Of me-
chanism. 1t is wholly constructed of Yam
KEGS bones and on the top are several
books, bound in--not Turkey morocco, but
Yankee cuticles. Another curious piece of
work is Feds skull converted into drink
ing goblet Pendant from the maidens
auricular organs are rings of human bones.
Fact!
But without minutely describing all the
maiden's jewclry, and all the furniture in the
room, will pass them by saying that they
were made of similar material to that already
noticed
And the Sheevalries were high-toned
Southerners.
"Oh! those horrid, horrid Yankees! !
Boo-hoo-oo-o!"
CHAPTER II.
Ere this we thinks we hear the reader ask
the why and wherefore of Isabeller's weep
ing?
Her father had not been killed in the last
battle, where 1000 Lincolnites were slaugh-
tered and only fifty Confederates.
Not any.
Neither did the unerring ann of Union
brave let daylight through the empty crani-
um of her Rebel lover. None.
1t is true the damsel had no elegant dress
made of black gaze de chambery, over
white silk gored, and skirt trimmed with
white silk ruchings, put on to simulate a
pcplum skirt, with very deep points, with a
narrow jet beading run through the centre
the body trimmed with ruching to match, in
the pointed berthe style, and waistband
fastened with white silk rosette.
Not much.
Though the deprivation of such dress
might be considered sufficient to cause scald-
ing tears to rain from feminine eyes-yet it
was not for this she sobbed. 1t was some
thing more heart -rending for she wept ON,
| family articulating between each sob
ssOh! those horrid, ,horrid Yankees Boo
| hoo-oo-o-hoo
CHAPTER Ill.
'tWhy weepest thou, idol of my soul?'
Isabeller looked up,a and in less time than ii
takes to write it, was clasped in the arms OF
her lover-Dumpey Snobb--who had en-
tered unperceived.
The maid wept on.
''Tell me, light of my life-why those
tears Hast thy father been slain:''
Isabelier replieth not.
| Faster fell her tears.
| 1t was evident something terrible weighed
upon the girls mind. And so thought hel
lover. After imprinting billions Of passion
ate kisses on the maids tear-bedewed brow,
he again asked her If the Yankees had
wiped out her parieni.
4 30 dear Dumpey.' she managed 10 ar
ticulatc, ''ii il was nothing worse. Oh
those horrid. horrid Yankees. Boo-hoo-hoo
oo-o!'
ssYe gods wildly exclaimed Dumpey
kicking over the humali-bone music stool, in
his excitement, ''have they dared to--Ha
ha, ha. Ill Fills il money you desire !?
Money contemptuously repeated thu
girl-''money Dumpey, do you see tina
chest in yonder room Pit contains 5000,
600, 100000, in Confederate money, enougl
for two days marketing. those horri,
horrid Yankees! Boo-hoo-o!"
..'Sdeath .-Ill-Ill-I'll--" commence
Dumpey again, and no doubt he would hay
"I'll'-ed. had not Isabeller interrupted hin
with
"Dumpy-dear Dump, do nothing rash.-
Iii tell you all. Boo-oo-o."
The tears rained from her eyes.
'sTell me quickly!" yelled her lover, s'an
by our Confederacy. Ill-Ill sweep til
whole Northern scum off the face of til
earth II will"
"Why, Dumpey," sobbed Isabeller, ''sinc
the Yankee blockade am deprivcd-I hay
to-I have-l-boo-hoo-I have to go with
out Skeleton Skirts Boo-hoo-hoo."
That's what allied her.
Fact!
And faster fell her tears.
/ Dumpey was blind with rage, hatred, de.
pair, and 'ssich." What his Isabeller dt
prived Of a-what-you-call- pom accour
: of the Yankees?
1t was too much, if not more. But pr
sently he smiled grim, ghastly smile,
Billy Shak. says-caught Isabeller to h
l bosom, pushed back the dandelion-colort
t tresses from her imperial brow, kissed avs
Q her tears, and
And it was hunky sight
e But list! Dumpey spcaks-
G Isaheller-my 'Beller, don't weep. "