Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1872-01-25

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out. she rushed to him. throwing her arms
about his neck. and sobbing out: John
has gone to 6ght duel" Never shall
forget the scene or the expression Of the
old mans face
| lie had terrible eye when aroused,
and now ii flashed sre He seemed to rise
to the hight Of two ordinary men. He
took step backward. aud, with his hand
raised TO the full length of bis long arm,
and with his finger quivering toward Hea-
ven. said with voice that went through
me like an electric shock INV dear wo-
man, IL john is right, in Gods name let
him fight. by God % The poor woman
went back to her room to weep. We fol-
lowed Clay into the breakfas, room. where
he eat his toast and drank his tea in ssi-
lence, and then returned to his study to
read. Whatever his feelings as a father
might be. they were not shown in his
countenance or appearance. have seen
Forrest. Macready and Booth, but they
are tame to the voice, gesture and eye of
Clay on that occasion
In the Fall of 1913, Nicholas Long
worth of Cincinnati sent to Mr.. CLAW a
demjohn Of native wine Mr. Longworth
had imported the grapeseed from wine
makers in Italy. and prided himself on
having splendid thing. It was FIVE
gallon demUohn. the stopper covered with
wax. and stamped with the letter IL. -
There were six Of rs boys in the family,
averaging some sixteen or seventeen years
old. We used to studyin the evening in
our room, and would borrow the cellar
KEY Of Mrs Clay and bring up pitcher
Of cider and hatful of apples, to help us
along in our lessons One night it was
proposed We should taste of the Cineinna-
ii wine. We found a corkscrew. and car
ried mp a pitcherful. 1t was capital, and
before many days we found the demijohn
empty. We knew Clay was liable to want
it at any time, and it must be filed.
On the following night we took SER
want. who toted the big bottle on his head
to a small store-room. two or two and a
half miles away, kept BY negro. where
he had it filed with whiskey at fifteen
. cepts gallon which. with quarter we
gave the boy for helping Us along. cost
us d,siar. We had hard work getting
this demiohn back TO the house-it was
not shaped right for easy carrying-hut
q. length it was safe in the cellar. We
had previously made some wax abou. the
color of that which was on the stopper,
and had carved letter IL" out Of ricca
Of bark. The bottle was duly sealed,
stamped. and deposited in its proper place
In 1914 the prospects were that Mr.
Clay might be President, and he thought
so himself He gave a grand dinner,
among his guests being John j. Crittsn-
den and Tom Corwin. Every one was in
the bc>; of spirits, and after the ladies re-
tired the merrlment was even higher than
before. The boys remained. never being
excluded from his grand dinners As the
party were about rising. said Clay: Gen
tlemen. | have some of the finest wine in
the world, and the first native American
ever manufactured and there can be no
more fitting opportunity for testing its
merits than the present. John, do you
know whereabouts in the cellar that bottle
of wine is which was sent to mc from Cia-
cinnati!" Yes, sir" replied the serv-
ant. "Do YOU think. John. Won can bring
that dcmVohu here under your arm. and
not shake it up" ..Ycs. sir" well.
60" In few minutes John came back
with that big tive-gallon demijohn under
his arm. Now. John. set il down and
take out the cork" The cork came out
pretty casy-it had been out before.
"Now. John. take that dcnijohn under
your arm again. ana tilt little in all the
1 glasses" John again took the demiiohn
under his arm and went around filling all
the glasses, while we looked on in woeful
silence Now. gentlemen" continued
Clay. eve will drink this standing. to the
health of my friend Longwor,h of Cincin-
natl" He raised the glass to his lips.
stopped, and gave 4 look about the table.
We six were just going out of the door.
in single file. just as fast As our legs could
carry US. We heard the word BOYS -
in the lion-voice Of CLAY, but the remain
der of the sentence was drowned in the
shouts of laughter from hi. guests.