Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1871-01-13

benefits Bring hIUn heTe-brIn9 me
> that black American, winter than Cod S
own snow against the white mans trea-
son to Democracy--br him here, that
may give him-oh, my bov, nv
George my saved and ransomed
/ George; my son. my son Where IS
4 he ? speak = he where is he
now p
81 hear step upon the path " said
the calm carpenter. There IS a foot
upon the sill. Enter r he cried aloud
and with his hand he struck the door.
It few open. With a spring young
man bounded in-wan, white under his
tan, lit with excitement, his soldiers
overcoat falling from his shoulders, his
manly figure clad IN faded army-blue,
his armless sleeve dangling beside him.
With a cry. he dashed off his cap, his
foot beat a loud appel upon the floor
and mother fatherF' he shouted, leap
ing to their arms.
Up went the stormy cheer that shook
the holly, and to and fro the surge ike
ocean in his strength, and pouring in
from every room the hurrying stream
of men and women in tumultuous com
motion, and again and again the cheers
that woke the dead fafteFs, re-bellowing
II from the hearts of Maryland! And stiIl
as death amidst that roar of emotion,
/ George, with his one arm tight around
his mother his stump clinging to his
fathers side, their arms girded fast
around him, their heads all bowed in
silent weeping John and Emily, white
and tremulous. croEding near him
Tom and Fanny crying IN each others
arms close by Faulkner, pale as mar
bic, near the door, upholding little Lii
Ian that she might see and all around
the mad and furious throng, swaying
and prancing. and mingling. and cheer
/ lag as If their hearts would break; till
4 at last, George detached himself with
shOwering kisses on mother, father,
brothers, sisters, and turned electric,
! glowing Ike fire, and at once the roar
/ went down IN a tempest of greeting
frantic kiss from the women, merciless
nand-shaking from the men, and How
are ye, George !' and Friend of yours,
| George and You've. .Waxed the reb-
! els, George - and Bully for you,
/ Georgel' and universal hullabaloo and
numbering laughter. and at lasta lull.
Ha, hat laughed George, still dart
| ed at by an occasional woman for a
smacking kiss, and patted on the back
/ by red-hot coming homes worse
| than battle By the Lord Harry {!
but you've made my arm ache, boys
and girls Pre-ident's levee's nothing
to it.
His arm p pealed Elkanah, swelling
alofu, with the tears still in his eyes, and
proudly smiling. "I4is arm, o friends
and neighbors But not the one. he's
given 10 his country. See. seeF he
cried, lifting the empty sleeve. Of MS
son. Look at this splendid trophy Of
my boy, laughter than the blazon of
cOpqusrors and kings The arm he
gave to his country o my dear son T.
he passlonately embraced him. Sol
der Of Democracy bulwark of free
men ! savior of slaves while such as
you are left the republic never can go
down.
he SAID It 9randly, in voice like the
rich, bass shudder Of organs, and a deep
murmur, born from the sorcery ofeIo-
quence, pulsed responsive through the
throng. The old vie, with her silk
apron to her face, stood, leaning on the
breast of the Carpenter gently weeping.
Suddenly, as the Jegous. commotion
began again, she detached herself, and, /
with one more fefvent kiss for George !
few away % the kftelfen. Supper at
tcnj and everything fthe best but a
mothers swelling heart must have some
thing special for George.
George. himself, somehow, looked cu- |
riously uneasy, and if any. one among
the excited gathering had been cool
enough to observe, he might have. seen
him glancing an:,iously and often to-
wards the serene carpenter.
The later still stood near the door, /
unmoved amidst the din.
''And you, said EIkanah, approach /
ing him with big and aching heart, and
almost weeping at his lofty and reserv-
cd demeanor. you who have come /
here, like our household fancy, old and |
gray. and beer, our light and blessing, /
and brought US back our son like Laz-
arus from the dead, why do you stay
outside the old mans heart, that loves /
you almost to breaking, amidst all his
! Joy-that loves you better than the old I
wife, or the boys, or any thing on earth |
now Is it because of the gold To |
the bitches with it'll scatter it on the |
highways before I'll lose you. Pray, |
don't be angered with the foolish wick /
ed old man, that never knew, till YOU
made him feel it. that love was better /
than molev, or any thing besideI o |
take me in to you! never Knew what /
it was 20 have a real friend before
The world viii be cold to me when you |
are gone. Heaven won't be sweet with /
cot you old youth, so old SO young, SO
good, so dear See I am foolish |
with my feeling for you! My heart Is |
! sweet and soft because of you, for ev-
cry living thing I couldn't shoot a
bird now, for the lovingness that's in me.
/ 1 couldn't spade a worm ont in my
fields. No, no; I couldn't harm a fly, |
my old hearts so soft and tender p
'1s it? rejoined the strange, gray
man. in a voice like oninous low thun-
der 'sThen enter r
With his hand he struck the door
/ 1t opened with a shock that also closed
It, and. as if shot in, figure stood upon
! the floor. Trembling, dropping, with
bowed head /. q. dark slouched hat, bel
meath which the face showed, lean,
sharp, coIorless, as if cut from white pa
per a form attenuate, clad in dark ci-
villains clothes the arms piteously,
helPle5sly rising, falling; inploring, des-
pairing The old man staggered back.
gazed, glareds reeled forward one pace.
swayed on his feet, lifted his clenched
hands and dashed them down in air
with a terrific yell then stood. collected |
livid, dumb. 1t was his rebel son.
A stony silence smote the room.=
| Suddenly, without warning, a black
surge had swept in npon the general
| joy. All stood bewildered, motionIess
| Only George hurTiedly whispered to
Tom that mother did not know that
Rupert was coming, and for Gods sake
to run and keep her back, for there
was going to be a scene. The young
man flew.
In the frightful hush, some neighbors,
who knew Rupert, softly advanced with
timorous g1ances, and entered the space
between him and the old man, as if to
greet him.
''Bacx = Numbered Elkanah, out
stretching his terrible arm. 81 am mas
ter here. Let none approach him. 4"
They fell away IN terror. Some ac-
tually turned their backs and fed, The
space between the father and the son
was vacant.
It was too late or futile. Tom was
down in agony on his knees. The
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