The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1868-11-04

the time. s.. 49,
gave the FIRE poke. and liz another
candle TO cheer myself by. and ] went %
my work basket TO get the sock ] hal beea
knitting for my Charlie; and as ! went "
get il | saw something lying on the Aoos |;
| picked It up. 1t was 40 old tobacco
pouch, ever 50 much like the one ! gave
Charlie, with fringe around il, and written
on il in ink, +" b. F. to r. I. !" and insnIe,
was q bit Of tobacco and an oh pipe, and q
letter; and when spread il out saw a
the top: My dear son." | knew he beg
gar must have dropped it. and mY Asss
gave one big hump AS thossb il bad tssned
into hammer.
Perhaps the story was true and Ne 'had :
mother. shivered all avef, ami the FIRE
and the candles and The nice comfortable
smell might have not been at all, was so
cold and wretched. ~. @..a 49,.
And over and over again | had to say to
myself wha, had heard our pastor say so
often. Never give anything 10 chance
bcsgars, my dear friend; always bestow
your aims on worthy persons. through well
oganixed societies" before could get, a
bit of comfort. And @hat an old foil |
w.s 10 cry, thought. when | found my
cheek wet. ..-.~.~.,~-. 81
Bot | did not cry long, Tor as sat there,
hark and crash aud jinsiing came sleigh
aver the road. snd stepped at our gate, aud
| heard my Charles v"lce crying. g Halo.
mother.' Aud out went 10 the dour and
had hin in my arms, nv great, tall, hand
some, brown son. Aud there he was in his
uniform with,hls pretty shoulder straps. and
hearty as II he had never been through any
hard,hips. tie had 10 leave me to put bis
har-e sp, aud then had by the fire again.
my own bow. Aud Drucllla who had been
up stairs aud cr,ing-why wonder--cdme
down in fluttrr--lor they were like broth
er and sisier-and he kissed her, and
she kissed him. and then away she went
To- set the table. and the nice hot things
smoked on a elulh as white as SNOW; snd
how CHARLEY enIoyed them! But once in
she mids, oi ali. | FELT a frightened feeling
come over mr. aud knoS',l Id tu-ned pale
Tor Dracilla said. !" WHAT'S the matter, Aunt
Fairfax f'' ...--...s. d. ......-.
I said " uothins." but IL was this: Kind
. like the ghost VI step. going champ,
champ Drrf the frozen snuw; kind o'like
the ghost VI a voice ssving. Let me lie
on the ior before your hrc ssd give me
any kind OF eras,;' kind a'like seeing
suae one ~ao had mother. dropping down
on the wtn,ry road. and freezing and stsrV-
inc 10 death there. mat was what it was.
bat pai IL avsr, and only thansht of Char-
ley. IA DE- I'D. ...,...
We drew up together by The FIRE when
tea vas done. and he told Us things about
the var I'd never heard before. How the
Soldiers Suffered, and what weary marches
and short r.tious they sometimes had. And
he told nnw his life hsd been set upoi aud
he was badly wounded; and how, at the
risk OF his own life. fellow soldier had saw
ell him, AMI carried him away 6ghtiug his
path bark to camp. %
I'D never seen snu but for him." says
| nay Charley. And il there's q mau on
earth | love, il is Bob Hadawsy--the desr-
est, best fellow. We've shared each 9th
er's rations. aud drunk from the same eau
teen many time aud il ever had broth
&c. couldn't think more Of him."
d" Why don't you bring him home to see
your mother. Charley :" said |.
!" Why. I'd love him too. and ANYTHING
7 could do for him. the man who saved nv
boys life. couldn't he enough. Send for
him Charley" Blu, Chaley shook his head,
and covered his lace with his hands.
" Mother" said he. al don't know
whether Bob Hadaway is alive or dead to.
day. While ! was still in the ranks he
was taken prisoner. And the prisons are
poor places TO live in, mother. I'D give my
right hand 20 be able to do him any good
bot | can find no trace Of him. And be has
mother. too she lives at Grernbank--
poor old lady. NV dear. good noble Bob
| iRe rreservsr Of ny life !" And nw