Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-08-01

VI tNo ilttiC WI hio ONh oboSi '"eaSia
that made Mr.. Tindals heart yearn with
passion and pity to his dear little Pennie,
and set him to work on the instant upon
another letter, longer, sweeter, in every way
better than that of which she had been de-
prived. And this he addressed to herself
at Eastwood, and made u journey to put it in
the surest and swiftest way of getting to
England, in those times of interrupted and
irregular posts.
AS Pennie was riding home again she met
Dick returning from Allan Bridge. He had
heard the news from Mr.. Hargrove and
looked sadly grieved. "Id begun to reckon
on his coming back, and taken to his place
again as eldest son, and then, thought,
they'd not mind so much about Jesse and
me" said the young man, disconsolately.
Poor old Tom! twas grand charge that,
Cousin Pennie "A grand thing to do
ii was discipline, as Hargrove said-dis-
cipline. Well, must be wishing you good
day-father and mother will be cut up dread
fully, and I'd better be getting home to EN-. "
So he went on his way, and Pennie on
hers, and the dreary November afternoon
darkened into n stormy night.
| This was the night before the dense grey
morning. under cover of which the Russi-
ans stole up the heights and attacked the
English position at Inkermann. Here, by
the sandbag battery, fell brave George Good
win, pierced by many wounds. Pennies
eyes filled with tears when she saw his
familiar name in the list, and remembered
how kind and merry the poor yonng fellow
used to be. She wrote to Lady Goodwin
and Sir Andrew to express her sympathy in
their sorrow. Lady Goodwin laid the letter
down, saying, She is very happy-she
did not care for him not really. was
disappointed then, but it is all for the best
now." Sir Andrew mournfully agreed with
her.
Where was there not mourning that terri
bic winter? Mourning, or anxious dread of
blow? AS the days shortened, and the
long lamp-lit evenings set in, the dismal
Crimean story, splendidly lightened hitherto
with blazes of glorious victory, was drawn
out into one grim, tedious, miserable tragedy.
Pennie spent the Christmas at Mayfeld,
busy all day with needle and thread, as she,
and thousands besides, had been busy for
weeks making up warm clothing and COM
forts to be sent out to the suffering soldiers
Her mother had almost laid an interdict on
the "Times, }" she said the sight of the pic
lures it drew haunted her dreams.
eff there is no help for 1t, why do they
break ones heart by telling us such cruel
things!" said she. "But there aOould be
help for il, if rogues, and lazy, stupid hounds
were not so thick where they shouldn't be.
l wish l had my will O. those knavish cob
blers that dare to make rotten boots for the
poor soldiers every man jack of 'em should
see the inside of North-Allerton gaol, and
tread a hundred pair of em out on the mill u
But the widows hospitable heart grieved
most Tor the empty stomachs Of the neglect
ed heroes. "To sent 'em out, poor lads,
scant o. clothing, to live in the open, with
out fuel to make a bit O. fire, without roof
to cover EN-, and to feed and physic EN- SO
i'll that they're dying like flies Oh? it's
shame, shame, shame to us oil Why doesn't
the Queen turn off her servants that serves
| her so badly2 Thore's homogeneous ..
foresight among 'em. They're not worth
their salt, and that's the truth"
What the indignant widow said, all Esk-
dale said, and all England. Mrs. Lister
smoothed down absently the rich Grape she
wore for Tom, and declared in her cold,
strained voice to her friends that it was a
mercy he had been taken. "At all events
it is something to think of that he died like
a soldier-as a soldier should expect to die
and not like dog If we'd had to think
of him perished wi cold and pined wi hun
ger, it would ha' got the masters life, as
surely as it would ha' taken away my senses.
Wars not summer-day game, that we
know, but if Wellington had been among
em would things be in the muddle they are?
The old Dukes gone, but he aUas a COM
mander. He saved his soldiers as well as
handled EN- in the day of battle, and that's
surely generals duty. They're throwing
'em away like smoke. The flower O. the
armyis dwindled away"
There were, during these terrible months,
long intervals between Mr.. Tindals letters,
one interval so long, from the close of Janu-
ary to the beginning of April, that Pennie
grew quite heart-sick, waiting for news
Mrs. Wynyard would fain have had herleave
Eskdale for time, and divert her mind by
change and scene; but no urging could per
suade her to stir out of sight and reach o.
, the Abbey. She spent her time almost equal
ly between Eastwood and Mayfield, riding
, every day, and plying her needle diligentl,
/ between whiles. When she was at Eastwolt
! she helped to teach Lois her lessons, and t,
4 keep the boys amused if they were at home
: but the days, as they heightened, felt NOR
weary-almost more weary than she coul,
Q bear.
y During Mr.. Tindal's absence, his steward
Mr.. Roberts, had taken up his abode at til
!, Abbey by his masters request, and it was t
t him that all letters were addressed. Pcnni
k encountered him frequently in her rides,an
}, though there had been no introduction, ther
n was IA tacit understanding between then
IS and a bowling acquaintance which present.
: ripcned into speaking acquaintance. TIL
steward treated the young lady with ever
solemn observance and respect never mel
l. toned her name without honorable prais,
y and was known to regard her as future mil
3, tress at Rood He was well acquainted wit
l. all the circumstances of her engagement
n his unfortunate master, of whose innocent
IL he was as fully persuaded as herself II
5, was also well acquainted with the cEcun
)" stances of Mr.. Hargrove's interference, al
d though formerly friends a GOODNESS had
d late arisen between them on this accoun
70 and on others more or less connected wit
g it. Mr.. Roberts, like DR.. Grey, had disco
y cred discrepancy between the past an
r. present views of the lawyer concerning ii
c, Rood tragedy; and though he could di
tn cern no adequate motive for the change,
G. had inspired him with feeling of distrus
IN 1t was while riding one mild April day
nd disconsolate mood across the moor toward