The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-12-08


ways looking for letters from Frank
Franks 3 wife-a fragile little woman,
with pr fusion Of darS hair. that lay
in rings against her Write throat and
forehead-looked up quickly from the
rud tv gold oi the pumpkin she w,
sifting throag'i Gull en- Ter in thick vel
low drops AMI spirtv streams Wee
Polly, Franks three-vear old darling
stood tugging away at her skirts, in the
lau7ahle endeavor to upset tue dish she
held.
What were You saving about Frank.
mother?' she asked wistfnlIy. .'Do yon
think there's any chance OF hearing from
him to dayT
L don't sec why we shouldn't hear,'
said Huldah, quickly. If the boys
down there in Dixie ever think of home
l guess it will be now, at Thanksgiving
time
Il guess SO, too responded Mother
Fellinger. softened little by this speech
of Huidal's. 1T will be a tough day for
many poor boy in hospital and prison.
| don't feel quite so bad for them as are
lighting and marching. They can't stop
to think, and that's a blessed thing. 1t
does seem uafeeling, though, to feast
and rejoice up here, when our own folks
are enduring privations and fisking
their lives down in that secession
slaughter pen. The Deacon says we
ought TO give thanks that the fight has
begun, for it, peaceabier by half than
it was before we come to blows; and
the Deacon is an uncommon far-sighted
man. So was your father Many's the
time he's said to me: Mark my word,
we shall have trouble with that South
ern bowie knife gentry, unless slavery
is abolished. We've got to get q log
chain onto it, and rip it up by the roots.
l guess old Uncle Abe means to put on
the log chain; for next Jannewary he's
promised to free the slaves and guess
he'll stick by his words Id give all
I'm worth, twenty times over, to see
Frank sit down to dinner with US to
morrow. Nothing would suit me bet
ter than to feed the whole regiment, I'll
do it, too, if live to see the glorious
day when the boys come marching
home Mother Bellinger brushed some
thing moist away from from her eyes
with the back of her hand. 1T won't
be until the whole thing is ended. Mas
sachusetts men don't finch a hair. They
amt the kind to get wounded in the
back; and the Herricktown boys, God
bless 'em, are as likely set Of boys as
ever marched out Of the old Bay State.
you forget. mother. that Sam. Ray
mond is one of them said Huldah.
with CLEAN Of malice dancing out of
her bright eyes.
You don't let me forget what
sneaking fondness you have for that fell
low retortea the dame, with asperitv.
There is nothing sueaking about it,
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proundly. "A brave man, like Sam
RAYMOND, has the right to be loved
openly ani above board
There, now" exclaimed Mother Bel
| linger. in a taunting tone, as she buried
her plump arm in pan of minre pie
meat. Git on to your high horse. and
see where it will carry you. Go and
take up with them shiftless RaymouAs.
and give the Deacon the 90 by. But.
mark me. can't touch cent os the
| property during my life e-time; and
won't see vnur fathers hard earnings,
| tina. helped him rake and scrape to
gether, 20 into the hands of that family
! Its poor. low tribe 1 don't like the
breed You can't get blood out of n
turnip, and there's no use trying. What
| is bred in the bone will come out in the
| flesh. l don't say anything agin Sam
| while he is fighting for his kentry; hut
none Of them Raymouds have ever
| made their salt And there is Deacon
Bridgem, as fore handed man as there
| IS in the county, and US good liver
and pr3viier, ton. Everybody knows
What 4 husband be made Jane Bruce;
and now Shes dead and gone, poor
hing, | do hope she has the satisfac-
| ton Of knowing there amt another
| heal stone like hers in the whole bury
/ ing-2round
Il think the Deacon had better be re
| fecting on his own end said Huliah.
with a toss of her pretty head. Its
| about time for him to be attending to
the concerns Of his soul, instead of
! looking out for young wife, when he's
| old enough to be her father
| 1T don't make mite of difference, in
my view,' retorted Mother Bellinger,
/ stirring the mince pie meat with quick,
/ firm motion, how old q man is, if he
keeps his young feelings; and the Dea-
con is the youngest feeling man l ever
saw, and he holds his looks wonderful
| ly WELL
| Folks eyes amt all set in the head
| alike said Huldah, rubbing away at the
| spoons. To my thinking, he'd appear
much better if he didn't color his hair
and frsk round with the young people
You preyfer old Nate Raymond, when
he's just been picked out Of the gutter.
/ after adrunken scrape,' replied the dame
in a biting tone.
| Huldah's face flushed, and she bit her
| lips hard, bat did not speak.
Come, come, Patience" put in Aunt
Sukey, a wishered old maid, with false
'front.'. and a string Of gold beads around
her neck, and her little black eyes 90
ing into total eclipse every time she
! grew emphatic. Come, GOMEZ she said
as she split the crisp greening she was
Quartering with the thin, sharp bladed
bread knife. .don't bear on quite SO
hard. Remember what the Biole saws
about charity. Faith, hope, charity
and the greatest of these
i won't have you quoting Seriptur' q,
me. Suke,' retorted Mother Bellinger
taking her large hand from the pan, and
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