The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-12-08
DEC. .. 1865. whole sss~'srf NO. 10.


spitefulv, and gathered clear iellv
shont their globes as they grew hrowner
and hrrwner.
I'm all het mn from being over the
fire So lony.' said Mother Bellinyer. "a
king last sauint into the oven. That
pud ling is comm. on beautiful How
wish Fraak could have taste ont
: He ALWAYS sad nothing touched the
right spot like .nother's 1niun pudding
Now. girls Won may wash up the cook
ing dishes AMI I guess I'll set down and
rest nv old bones.
! The danes amp1e proportions just
filed snuglv her fasorite chintz covered
rocker with NJ room 10 snare. She sat
in a golden stream of November san
shine. that fell through the south win
dow and touched light stand, with
Aunt Sukev's note book npon it, open
at the 10Th Psalm, and her wicker work
basket where showed the toe of n sol
dier's blue yarn stocking. and under
meath, the lid of her old fashioned snuff
box. BY the south window, in Nav. ex
/ panded grest lunches of 'motherlv H.
/ lacs: and the slim bodies Of bees slipped
through them like fairy shut,les of brown
and flies fixed and buzzed. and yellow
butterflies lowered and now and then a
/ humming bird flashed past like palpi-
/ tating emerald set of diamonds
+ The lilac twigs were stripped now.
and stretch of the Herricktown road
could be seen. leading past bare, restful
fields. Who, looking out of that win
] dow. at the pure and peacehle heavens.
! could believe war was raging through
the land. Mother Beitinger sighed as
some such thought came into her mind
Sissy, won't You fetch me Franks last
letter, and my specs from Off the clock
shelf, yonder? It's nigh on to six weeks
since we heard last, and I'm beginning
to get oneasy. But the Deacon said we
i couldn't expect to hear vet awhile, for
the boys are on the march
The matron opened her soldier boys
letter-that precious letter, written, per-
/ haps. by the blaze of camp fire, after
] a lolg days tramp in the wet-at the
well worn folds. Little Pol sidled up.
holding Daisy, her white kitten, in
tight squeeze. without regard to that
part of the feline organism known as in
sides.
'Danma,' said she. looking up archly,
Polly wants to be taket
Come along, then, Ma'am Doodle;'
and the child and kitty nestled in Moth
Belinger's broad lap.
Wee Poly's restless sunny head went
bobbing about between the danes 8 specs
and the words she was trying to deci-
pher Daisys pink claws got tangled
in her cap staings; but still, with the let
! ter held high up, she strove to con over
it's gleanings.
Its the heater of ALL whispered Aunt
Sukey to Lefty. Ito see how sister hu-
mors that child. 'Taint the wav che
served her own; they had to walk Span.
e;
year. and Aunt Sukey shook her head
dolefullv
At last. the intense quiet Of the piece
of road visible from the window. with
the sunlight splashing through the at
tenuased shadows of a clamp of button
wood trees that stood beside the gate
was broken first by Bose. the watch dog,
who came trotting along. with his red
tongue dangling from his mouth, and af
terward bv Old Billy's jog and the rattle
of the one horse wagon.
sHurra,r shouted Jack. before he had
pulled up at the hitchng post and jump
Ell out on the door step. Hurray. hur-
raw. Our Herricktown boys have had
healthy old brush with the rebs, von'd d
better helieve After a two hours fight,
the scamp. skedaddled. and left hund
. red an fifty on the ground. We didn' t
: l,se a man, and had only ten wounded
, Did YOU you hear who they were in
, quired lie ty taking her hands out of the
dish pan, and running forward, with
pale face.
, no. didn't, There's been skirmisb
, ing ali along the front for month or
six weeks. The guerrillas are as thick
, as spat,er, and the boys mean 10 clean
, 'em out Oh! you ought to have seen
them blasted Copperheads squirming up
there at the store. Some of en- had
: bet that our Regiment would not -mell
, gunpowder this wear. because they did
, not hsve a chance to GO in at Antics am.
Sam RAYMOND is a colonel. sure pop
| Jacks volubility was here cut short
: by HuIdah, who threw her arms round
the lad 8 neck and kissed his rucdy
cheek with enthusiasm. oh, Jack. you
, are the best boy that ever lived. Did
you bring me letter.!
No, but bere's one for mother And
, he pulled out q yellow envelope, and
tossed it in the old danes lap.
, Il don't know the hand write, said
Mother Bellinger, with a little toucu OF
disappointment. 1t looks as if it had
I been all around the world She siitted
of the end of the cover. Aunt Sukey
r came forward, and stood listening, with
a wiper in her hand
Dear Motncr. ran the letter:-'I write
t to let you know that 1 got scratch or
the arm in last Tuesdays skirmish The
: papers, likely, have told you all about
it; you won't be scared if you see ms
name among the wounded. Our boys
| we're 'spiling' for fight. and we went
in. aud cleaned the rebs out On . straight
!, ticket / can not make much of fist q
writing yet. as my arm is in q sling: q
e I've got one of the hospital nurses Il
! write for me. / am as jolly as . sand
boy, aud no mistake Don't let Lefty
l cry whimper about me. Tell her ",
r ducks mean to be out on Thanksgiving
day, hurraying for the folks at home.
r shall toast her and little Pol in sree
8 cider that some of our contrabands it's
: Gated from long haired buttefnut M