The Caucasian. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1874-1875, 1874-05-02
SoIiIoqny ofa faFoorFarmer
otsBRICK" Po11ERoY.

[From the La Crosse, (Wis.) Democrat
"Beautvulw ~:
"WhoaW
Let us stop here end rest under
the shade of this tree, for the old
horse is tired. Isn't this a beauti:
full house-just in the edge OF the
city. The grounds are clean, and
the grass is kept croppede elike the
face of a new shaven man. And
look you, Maggy, how thrifty the
trees are. And how many flowers
there are all about the yard. Let
IT'S stand up in the wagon-the
horse, it won't start, for he is too
poor and tired to run. Look at the
roses and the verbenas, and the ev
ergreens, and the dahlias, and the
fruit trees, and the statuarr, and
the nicely gravelled walks, and the
broad steps, and the double blinds,
and the mating before the door;
and the fancy stained glass by the
side, and the silver bell-pull, and
the rosewood door. And, oh! look
what a fine team. oAnd what a
bright, pretty carriage. And how
sleek the horses look. And how
gay the driver is, with his uniform
on. l tell you, Maggy that man is
rich.
All, here he comes! Stand mp
on the seat of the wagon, Maggy.'
It's an old scat-covepd with an
old blanIet-bnt it will hold yon.
L can see down here. He comes
out OF the house. Here comes his
wife. Amt they dressed nice?- And
here comes their son and daughter
on horseback. They are going out
for a morning ride. All! they have
started. See how the horses dance
d@yn the to the road-and see how
quick. that little boy runs to open
the gate.
"1Vhat are ace acaiting foy-W
Please, sir, we were looking, and
didn't know but you woulI like to
buy some butter, eggs. vegetables,
chickens, berries, flowers, or some
thing of that sort.
"llioye on" o
All right. Sit down Maggy. We
will 90 on to market. We can't sell
anything except at market, for we
have no license, and it wonld take
all we have to buy Il license. We
could get more for each load of our
produce to pedlle it out, but it's
against the Law, so We'll sell for
what folks will give us who have
license to sell.
"Why IS this"
All! Maggy, | don't know. |
wish ] did. 1hew! how the dust
flies in my eyes as No. Bond, tor
that is his name, dashes by with
his happy family. | suppose its
cause we're poor. You kno"-, Mag
gy, | went to war five years ago.
Then l owned fifty acres Of land on
the creek, and there wasn'ia dollar
! to pay OH it. [ went to save the
Union. Mr.. Bond paid me two
hundred dollars to take his place
and go to war. I went.
You know, Maggy, now you cried
when | went; but like brave wo-
man, that you are, you dried your
tears, filled my pockets wish pins
needles and thread; my eyes with
tears, my mouth with kisses, so |
could not speak, and told me to go
and to earn the two hundred dol
lars, and to keep out of temptation,
and to come back. And then, Mag
gy, you ran into our little bedroom
where Johnny and little Maggy
were born, and MD yourself, and
, cried, SO l could not see you when
we all went marching by.
"Don't talk so "
But, Maggy, was thinking. And
You know | had two good arms.
And | used to hold you in them
MagSy-to Eold you to my honest
heart, and say GoD bless you, dar-
ling. Ana You used to sleep in
them, happy and contented. @
| went to war. | was in battle.
1t was a terrible fight. My Gener
al blundercd as usual. How any of
us came ont alive none but God
knows. l. left an arm there, Mag
Cyl brought the sore soump home
to you. And what did | find !! Lit
tie Johnny was dead. Little Mag
gy was dead. Ny poor brother
whose leg was shot Off while under
orders confiscating cotton for his
General, was home, sick, helpless
and you were supporting him be-
cause he was my brother.
| 1t was a sad day, Maggy, when
came home. l came back poor.
found Mr.. Bond had grown rich.
He had grown rich. He had con
tracts. His brother was in CoEgre. $.