The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1875-10-21


ran.
Quick as woman's thought ran, his wife
was before hin, and had bolted the attic
door.
"Where are you going John2"
She spoke he thought in her natural
tones, though she trembled horribly.
Where wa. he gong? Why to meet
them, save them-get his gun-bIow
these devils" brains out-what did she
mean? Why did she keep him? Qaick,
quick Open the door!
My husband" said Susan, still in those
strangely quiet tones, I've cannot save
our boys. Look for yourself and see.
They will be shot before they reach the
house. We have three children left.
You must save them, and Tor their sakes,
yourself, John. Keep the door locked.
Keep the windows barred. Keep the
shutters drawn. Give me the pistols and
my gun Take your own and guard the
door. There chance that they'll live
to get here and be let in. But not one
step outside that door John Jacobs rs
you re the father of three living children!
On, John, John, Johnl My poor little
| boysT
lie thought she would have broken
down ut that. Ho thought he never
could get her from the attic floor, where
she lay trembling in that horrid way,
with her chin on the window sill, and her
eyes set upon the six dark figures, and the
| grand, Old. ugly horse, upon which the
slipping, ree.ing, hopeless, precious bur
den chung. But all he could hear her say
was "molhcr's poor little boys
Mothers poor little boys indeed and
indeed Leep your mighty leaps, JeTusa
! lem. they re lone too large; your great
legs that Tam and Titus have so often
made fun OF, are none Too long for their
business now. How the splendid muscle,
tlrobbel beneath the Tiny terrified
| bare feet! No wondering which was
horse and which was boy this time. 1t
was all horse now. There was no will,
no muscle, no nerve, no soul, but the
brave soul Of old jerusalem. VIII lie
get us home? Can lbs ever, ever keep
akoal so long2 ., how the arrows fly by !!
| We shall be hit, we shall DO hit! y,
mother, mother, mother!
Tam. why doesn't father como TO meet
US? Why don't they do something tor
Us, Tam? Has mother forgotten us?'
That think must have been the
cruelest minute in all the cruel story.
And yet, perhaps, not so cruel as the
minute when the Il other, ut the attic win
dow, gave one long, low, echong cry, and
came, staggering from her post, down
stairs TO say-stIIl in that strange voice
tnut mothers such as she will have at such
minute, John they are hit; the arrow
struck them both. Let me 10 the kltch-
en- window. You stay at tho door.
There's Just moment now"
There was but moment, and like a
wild dream, the hole adiulslght came
sweeping up, over the garden, into the
yard.
Now John could not see anything but
the mighty form OF the horse Jerusalem.
70 TIN, day, he says the saddle to his eyes,
as the magnificent creature lGaped by,
was empty rs air. He only saw the horse
and the horse made straight for the
barn.
But why did the savages pursue ri.
dcr.es morse? And wtooping aud shoot
ins cruelty after il, into tho barn thoy
plunged.
THE boys are on the horse in hoarsc
whisper SAID the mother; Il saw them
both. They are bleeding and falling.
The arrow has pinned them together,
John, but they've kept their seat.
My boys are pretty good riders said
John. turning his white face round with
grim, irathers pride, even then; but
even my boys cant keepa horse after
they're shot through the body. Fright h;s
turned yuUr BRAIN Susan
tell The story just II, 1t was told TO inc;
and the way of II was this; how J"ru,a.
lem irapcd INTO the barn, with the boys
or So the mother thought, bleeding upon
his back; how the saVugcs secured the
barn, the ward the garden, puudered II
little here and there and titiui.y attack.
"d at intervals the barricadcd house; how
John brave and white at one door, and
Susan white and brave AT the other, abun.
dance of powder and untlsnching hearts
and the love of three helpless babies,
drove them by and by suIlenly away;
how. when they had been II long safe
hour gone, the parents shivcriug and cad,
crept out with white lips, little by little
rs they dared, to hunt for the bodies oil
their murdered boys.
"They amt in the barn." said the ia
ther, bringing his hand heavily across his
eyes. IL II 90 to the woods | suppose
thew scalpcd the little fellows ard LETT
them there
hn
went around and around stealthiiy as q
cat about the barn. All, blessings forever
on the mothers ear, and blessings on the
mothers eye!
From a pile of fresh earth thrown up
in the barnyard, little stream .! blood
came trickiing down-and she saw il.
Deep from the middle of the mound lit
tie cry came, liant, terror-strcken, smoth-
ercd-but she heard it.
To be sure. When Jerusalem-bess
himl-went leaping through the barn
door, Just an arrows length ahead OF his
pur,ucrS, of tumbied Tam and Titus, and
out into the barn yard, and down into the
pile of mud and gravel, deep and safe.
And about and about, and here and
there. the Indians had searched and
secured, and grumbicd-and gone; and
there they were.
Pinned together with the arrow? Trn.
", YES. Just under the shoulder, Cand
Titus had the wost hurt rs will sometimes
happen with the good boys; and how
they ever did it and lived, | don't know
I'm sure they never would have, but
for their brave, black eyed little mother,
Who picked them up and washed them
of, and carried them III but she puIlct
out The arrow irst), ana put them TO bee
and bauauged ana contrlyel, and cared.
and kissed. and cred, and pray ed-'nd
they GOT vel. Probably if she had hved
in the city OF b ston, where there are
two medical- schools, or III Philadelphia
where there or three more, or in New
York where there are five, TO say nothing
OF nobody knows how many full il"dEed
doctors, the boys would have died. But
as she lived in bowling wilderness.
and and they lad nothing bu: clear wa