The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-05-28

new L OEks "uO WAS UeoP III thS IL oOollS9
of Wall street. He helped me so did
luck or fate. In FIVE years 1 was
moderately rich man. My mother wanted
nothing but my presence She would not
come to me, but urged me to return to her.
A, first my heart was too weak to be
trusted among those old familiar scenes
To have met Hepsey would have been too
much to bear. But time helps US, and at
the end of FIVE years 1 wrote to my mother:
II am coming home again. since you
will not live here with me. Expect me
tomorrow"
And on the morrow went. My mother
had not altered much. But had grown
long light beard and was youth no longer,
There were changes in the place, too.-
Girls had married-old people dead. The
tallest haudsomest man remembered, had
met with an accident and crawled about
cripple. The church was rebuilt and the
huts in The hollow were burned. A facto-
ry had risen, and the factory peoples
houses were about it. Instead of the old
frame school house was a brick building
with many windows and cupola.
Who was the teacher? Was she there
-Hepsey Harrow ? I dared not ask.
Idly I sauntered about the house paint
ed and refurnished now and idly. in the
evening of my second day at home, 1 went
out to the shed where the little red sleigh
stood-the shabby old thing, with green
patch on the cushions.
''It amt been touched since you left,
Almon,' said my mother. Poor old
Dobbin! How smart he used to take it
round felt as if I had lost friend
when he dieu. Remember my patchin'
the cushion %
She lifted it as she spoke. From behind
it dropped something. What? Ofleath-
er. blue with mould, crushed by its lying
under the cushion, but reticule I open
ed it. There lay a comb and brush. an
artificial rose-how we'll remember it in
her hair-and my letter. Yes, my letter,
that she had never read, never seen, never
known Of.
Whats the matter, Almon 90 asked N y
mother.
For a few moments did not know At
last spoke.
at is Miss Harrow's reticule."
''She must have lost it when you took
her sleigh riding" said my mother. Just
| like her, to lose it and not know, extrava-
giant critter. She's teaching yet; likely
tOo-sbe amt married no doubt she'll be
an old maid, and serve her right"
| The rest my mother said to hersel. fer
! l waited no more.
1 took the reticule in my hand and went
over the long forgotten path towards the
school house. School was over. A figure
stood alone near the gate. did not know
it at first. But on a nearer view, I found
! it was more mature edition of HepseY
Harrow's slender frame-not so slender
now, but pretty-just as pretty in the face
and fresh and buxom. 1 walked up to her
She gave me puzzled look. Then her
cheek flushed.
''Mr. Craig ?"
Eyes, Miss Harrow" L answered, al
am here to restore your property. You
lost reticule in my sleigh FIVE years ago
To-day 1 found it. There is something in
it which 1 asked you to look at when you
were alone. I make the same request now
May I see you this evening ?"
She bowed. walked away. That nigh
I went once more to see her. She haC
been weeping the letter lay open on hel
knee.
''Such an odd relic of those foolish ole
times" she said.
took her hand.
You never answered it Hepsey,'
said. "Will you answer it now 20
AFTER all this time % she said.
s'Yes.''
She said nothing and 1 kissed her.
Our wedding vas a quiet one, and Ou
lives have been quite happy, from tha
day to the presen: hour.
The difference between Grant and John
son is in nothing more evident than il
their relations with men of the rebellion
Grant may invite Lee to dinner, may ap
point Longstreet to high Office, may other
wise favor Southern men once his foes, bu
there is no fear in the country that by thes
steps the sharp line of distinction betweer
loyalty aud treason will be rubbed out ol