Arizona citizen., 1875-10-30

lOI snowy flour, while evening generally
 found me indulging In the recreation oi
 attendance at a country dance or camp
 meeting. But the clouds were gathering
 on the horizon of my life. At one of these
 camp meetings first met & very pleasing
 widow who lived in our village and who
 had often attracted my attention. pros-
 ecuted the acquaintance and In course Of
 time the widows house became my most
 frequent and delightful place of resort, and
 had cruel fate not interposed, my lines in
 He might have fallen in more pleasant
 places and the Arizona Indians have
 been deprived Of the pleasure Of filling
 me with lead. But digress. This widow
 was not In sfnuent circumstances, but
 nevertheless pretty well to do Tn this
 worlds goods. She could at all times load
 her table with a sufficiency Of" corn bread
 and common doin's," and as occasion de-
 manded she could rise to the dignity of wheat bread and chicken nxin's.~ But her brightest possessions were two boys,
 by her former husband, or the age Of six years, being twins, on their mothers side
 These boys were my especial pets and de- light. The morning sun of their life had
 kissed their cheeks into a flood of bushes and spattered their nose with freckles; their eyes gllstened with the happiness of childhood and their pockets were full of marbles, jack Knives and surreptitious hop toads, innocence was in their hearts and copper toed boots on their respective feet. But the clouds rise higher. It was my custom to call at the widows house of a morning, on my way to my mill and take these boys with me to play around my premises until school time, when they would leave me to wend their way to the village seat Of learning. Iwould go about my business experimenting the mill with my one assistant, and the boys would play hide and seek or other games about the premises. Being very busy, generally knew nothing Of their whereabouts afterl our arrival at the mill. One morning Il had gone through this usual programme, and about an hour after had started the | mill was startled by a frightful scream. Rushing to the hopper from which the | sound seemed to emanate, was just in . time to catch a parting glimpse Of the four copper toes Of the boots Of the unGor- tunate twins. Before the mill could be stopped the widows mites had passed in | between the upper and neither mill stones bly, commingled with that days grIst. How they had succeeded in passing through the narrow apperture of the hop per and had sailed through the other ob- ;tacles into a higher life, can only ex- plain on the ground that no successful ob- itacle has ever yet been found to a boys But why do I finger over , he narrowing scene. My assiStap; was n another part Of the building at the inc Of the accident, and was wholly ig- lorsnt Of the accident. My determina- lon was soon formed. I had not the cour- ( ge to meet the agony Of a desolate moth- ( r and so kept my secret Of their fate. a he boys not returning from school and pon inquiry not having been to school hat day, it was concluded that they had ' trayed away or been stolen on their way q rom the mill 10 the school. Phese was Dng search, great anguish, many days of | ears and sorrow and subsequent gradual |, ealing of mental wounds and partial :, Irgetfulness. The days grind Of flour was put as usual U nd sold, and attracted considerable at- q enilon from it's superior excellence. Iia as constantly asked afterwards why I Y idnv make any more flour like such and
 lch a sack. One old lady was heard to emark that the bread made from it was , \ short as if it had the best taller drip c ins" " in IL, and that 1t couldn't have been e lore so If it had been short cake. A sen! il mental young woman made some cake i. rised at its excellence; said 1t had a |" fia- or of childhood's happy days" in it, Il hatever that might be like, and compos- Il I a poem, after Miller, about the flour, ( n "Oh flour. Of childhood's fioury days, N Sing I, sweet flour, I sing thy praise" . :. his was afterwards set to music and sung Al
 camp meeting during a dearth of u ymns, to the tune Of Bangor"
 But again why do finger My life was le ighted; my peace was gone. I sold my so III and became a wanderer and I am
 ire. But strange fascination in which '" ere seems an averaging fate for my weak ID ss in not revealing n terrible reality, ta avs me back to the mill business. la At the conclusion of thIs terrible story, oo , slowly rose and came away with our ind full Of fragments of mills and ound up small boys and tragic short io ke. su
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