Litchfield enquirer., 1876-04-06
that bugle has gone away forever" said

dIfa vet lG sWA8 a S1At0EA BOHuu, ediU Cousin Copeland. t.a
 The fall rains began, and there was no more walking abroad; the excitement of
 the summer and the camp gone, Tn. its
 place came the old cares VI hich had been cold or rainy day.) Could the little
 household manage to live-live with their meagre comforts-until the next payment of rent came i'll That was the question. Bitterly, bitterly poor was the whole Southern country in those dreary daysaft- efs the war. The second year vas worse than the first; for the hopes that had
 bueyed up the broken fortunes soon dis appeared, and nothing was left. There
 was no one to help Gardis Duke, or the hundreds of other women in like desolate
 positions. Some of the furniture and or
 naments of the old house might have been soId couId they haue Ioon Pr~Pe+lJ broGig t.S iHurward in New York city, where there were. people with purses to buy such things; bnt in the South no one wanted Chinese images, aud there was nothing of intrinsic value So the little household lived along, in sp"'e, pinched way, un- til, suddenly, final disaster overlook them: the tenant of the warehouse gave mp his lease, declaring that the old build ing was too ruinous for use; and as no one succeeded him, Gardiston House beheld itself face to face with starvation.
 elf we asn't so old. Pomp and me, Miss Gardis; We could work for yer, said Dinah, with great tears rolling down her wrinkled cheeks; ''but we's just good for noting now"
 Cousin Copeland left his manuscripts and wandered aimlessly around the gard en for day or two; then the little man rose early one morning and walked into the city, with the hopeful idea of obtain ing employment as a clerk. My hand writing is more than ordinarily ornate, I think, he said to himselt, with proud confidence.
 Reaching the town at last, he walked past the stores several times and looked timidly within; he thought perhaps some one would see hlm, and come out But no one came; and at last he ventured into a clothing store, through grove of tick eted coasts and suspended trowers. The proprietor of the establishment, a North efn Hebrew " hose venture had not paid very we'll, heard his modest request, and asked what he could do.
 T can write," said Cousin Copeland, with quiet pride; and in answer to sign he climbed up on a tall stool and proceed ed to cover half sheet of paper in his best style. AS he could not at the mo- ment think of any thing else; he wrote out several paragraphs from the last fam. fly document.
 fsRichard, the fourth of the name, de- scendant on the maternal side from the most respected and valorous family-''
 FsOh, we don't care for that kind of writing; it's old fashioned" said MT. Ot- tepheimer, throwing down the paper, and waving the applicant toward the door with his fat hand. Il don't want my books frescoed.
 Cousin Copeland retired to the streets again with a new sensation in his heart Otd-fashioned :? Was it old-fashioned And even if 80, was it any the less a rarely attained and delicateIy ornate style of wflsing He could not understand 1t. Weary with the unaccustomed exercise, he sat down at last on the steps of church -an old structure whose spire bore the marks of bomb.shells sent in from the fleet outside the bar during those months of dreary siege - and thought he would refresh himself with some furtive mouthfuls of the corn-bread hidden in his pocket for'lunch.
 Good Sir" said voice, just as he had drawn forth his little parcel and was opening it behind the skirt of his coat. .'When did you come in from Gard iston? ?''
 It was Captain Newell. With the rare courtesy which comes from kind heart, he asked no question regarding the fatigue and the dust-powdered clothes of the lit tie bachelor, and took seat beside him as though church step on city street was customary place of meeting.
 II was about toto eat a portion of this corn.bread." said Cousin Copeland, be- sitatingly; twill you taste it also ?''
 The young officer accepted share of the repast. gravely. and then Cousin Cope land told his story. He was a simple soul: Miss Margaretta would have made the soldier believe she had come to town merely for her own lofty amusement or to buy jewels. It ended, however, in the comfortable eating of good dinner at the hotel, and cigar in Captain Newells own room, which was adorned with various personal appliances for comfort that as- tonished the eyes of the careful little bachelor, and left him in maze of vague Young men lived Tn that way, then. nos adays? They could do so, and yet not be persons of-of irregular habits {? rf
 David Newell persuaded his guest to abandon, for the present, all idea of ob- taining employment in the city. ''These shop-keepers are not capable of appreciatiDg qualifications such as yours, Sir, !" he said Would it not be better to set about obtaining new tenant for the wareh.nse?"
 Cousin Copeland thought it would: but repairs were needed, and
 Will you give me the charge of it? I am in the city all the time, and have ac- quaintances among the Northerners who are beginning to come down here with view of engaging in business"
 Cousin Copeland gladly relinquiSAed the warehouse, and then, after an hours rest, he rode gallantly back to Gardiston House on one of the captain horses; he explained at some length that he had been quite man of mettle in hls youth as re- gards often riding, Sir, ten and fifteen miles day.
 'I will go in for moment, l think, said the young officer, as they arrived at the old gate.
 Most certainly, said Cousin Copeland, cordially; Gardis will be delighted to see you"
 twill she ?" said the captain.
 Clouds had gathered, raw wind from the ocean swept over the land. and fine rain was beginning to fall. The house seemed dark and damp as the two entered it. Gardis listened to Cousin Copeland's detaiIed little narrative in silence, and made no comments while he was present; but when he left the room for moment she said, abruptly:
 Sir, you will make no repairs, and you will talk no steps toward procuring ten ant for our property in the city. I will not allow it {"
 And why may I not do it as we'll -as any other person ?" said Captain Newell
 You are not any other person. and you know it, said Gardis, with flushed cheeks. II do not choose to receive a favor from your hands"
 Tt IS mere business transaction, Miss Duke.'s
 It is not. You know you intend to make the repairs yourself" cried the girl, psssionately.
 And if I do so intend It will only