Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-12-22
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from the door want to show him let
ter which came to me this morning, SNUG
gled through-Heaven knows how, Frank
La Geyere, you know-chief of the Mis-
sisissippi Tigers through the heart
| thought John would like to hear it. Old
classmates at Charlottesville. Dear. dear
All these young men that I've nursed In
their pettcoats dead aud gone? It's no
wonder I'm a Southern sympathizer.
TeaP Oh certainly. What lovely old
Leeds ware Where did you pick it up,
Elinor No, ineeed Euphemia Van Pelt's
political opinions are well known, thank
Heaven in spite of all your Rouses.'
II should think you would have some
regard for the principles of liberty, Eu-
phemia. Now, Charles Sumner says"
Principles OF liberty Bah :" flliping
her thumb. Didn't i live ten years in
Carolina? | think ! should understand the
subject a little better than your Summers
or Garrisons. Didn't my sister Sarah
marry in Louisiana, and. die there,
leaving eight children running wild this
blessed day over the plantation How
would they have got along with French
BONES and Irish nurses, I'd like to ask
your abolition leaders. / should think
you'd be ashamed to take part with poor
Franks murderers anyhow, Elinor. Lord
what dancer be was In the Spanish
quadrilles-do you remember and Char
ley too. But l forget to tell you the letter
was from Charley-Sarah's eldest boy.
you know Lying dangerously wounded
at the plantation; father in the army
children running headlong to the devil
with the blacks. I'm going to them, of
course. Upon my word, | think every
minute hear their mother crying, Up,
Euphemia, up! 60 to my little ones Sa-
rah always had queer STACEY turn OF ex-
preston she was very fond of plays and
piay-actors.h
"You mean TO run the blockade, and
you came to me to help you do it? ' said
Mrs. Potter, putting down the cream jug
In a calm despair.
Precisely! Joe wanted to ask Secreta-
nv Stanton for pass But said. I've
no time to go round by Fortress Monroe.
I'll risk the lines. and | know a clever
little abolitionist who will help me-"
Mrs. Potter's pretty little face flushed
angrily. She prided herself on her 10y
atty, and here were two rebels depend
ing on her to help them in their machin-
atoms against the government And more
she knew that she would help them. AS
she drank her tea in silence the widow
ran airily on: "Why, I'm not fool I'd
be searched at Fortress Monroe. and it's
not their Aunt Euphemia alone these chill
dren want"
"What then P"
Mrs. Van Pelt cast searching glance
at Margaret: "I'il trust her; the Scotch
tell no tales" She jumped up, lifted her
skirts, and made waltzing step" Do you
see that petticoat-jupon, eh ? Silk, quilted,
warm for this weather. Now, you think it
is cotton-batting inside thereP Pins,
needles, yeast-powders, hair nets, all the
new patterns aud pounds of quinine No
more ague for Sarah's poor little children.
thank the Lord Yes, it will be warm
while I'm running the blockade" reflect
lively, but I'll think there's life in it for
those little chaps, and trot along"
A sudden idea came to Mrs. Potter
Here was chance to save her brother
"Euphemia," Mrs. Potter drew her aside,
II have a story to tell YOU" 1t was Mar
garet's story. III help you to 60, but
you must take her with YOU" she added at
the close: "there is no danger that you
will be shot,"
"Mrs. Van Pelts eyes were running
over with tears. She ran and kissed Mar
garet with effusion. Johnny's mother
turned aside, wiped the pearl-powder from
her lips. and said nothing; but when Mrs.
Potter lett the room, she rose suddenly
and stood tall and grim before the autter-
ing widow; 81 am going into the South,
but I'll do it unbekuownst to that lady or
her brother. TIL drag them into no trou-
BILE. You'd be wise TO do the same
Mrs. Van Pelt regarded her, her head
on one side like a contemplative macaw
Now, do you know. there's great dea
of sense In that Heaven knows. don I
want to implicate Elinor with that Rouse
Rouse is beast.
She turned away and sat down to the !
piano. When Elinor camo in she was
deafened by the rafting jigs and marches. |
something softer, Euphemia," she beg
ged.
But Mrs. Van Pelt shook her head al
can always think best in catter, and I'm |
laying plans" Presently, with farewell
clang, she rose Il have it. Goodnight. !
Nell. Let your guest walk to the gate
with me: must say goodbye to her."
When she was out of hearing, she said
to Margaret, "The sooner we go the bet |
tcT. No poSRdScs uluu, WOiudu LOU
must leave all your fineries behind. III
we reach there with our lives, we may
thank God. I'd like to wear disguise,
but Lord bless you. child everybody in
the country knows me. My plan is this
we'll just put on our bonnets, and hire a
stupid fellow know TO drive us down the
Ohio side OF the river to Gallipols. Then
We'll cross 10 a bateau, and hide in some
farmhouse until Jim Brady comes along.
He'll take us to the Kanawha Salines, and
from there"
MY husband is with man named Jim
Brady must find him, and then my boy"
said Margaret, who had heard the first part
of the harangue with an utterly vacant
face.
lob, no doubt. Now, no 6nery :"
sharply.
The next morning at daybreak some
Federal officers met the gay widow taking
a constitutional walk across the bridge
which spanned the Ohio, accompanied by
hard featured servant-mad carrying a
bundle tied In blue check. Euphemia was
happy, having her daily dram Of excite