The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-31

Joe ueAJn IOr one WIS NJ rebts Wnlle
the sufferings of the other were con-
tinually in her mind Such tales were
told of the prison where he was, that 1
believe she would have been glad that
he too, was dead.
One July morning she came down to
breakfast looking more wan and haggard
than usual.
had strange dream last night"
she said 81 thought Charley stood be-
side me with his rod in his hand, as he
used to when he was going out to fish.
was putting up his lunch, and he was
joking with father, as If the war had
never been. 1t was all just as it used
to be-"
And it will be again." said father,
heartily. "Don't lose your trust in
God, mother"
shall never see Charley again, ''she
said if heshould come home it would
be to certain death"
Our house was at that time encircled
. by troops; not regular troops, but the
rabble and followers of great army
that was encamped few miles to the
north. Until now the officers had pro-
tected us from outrage; but change in
the position of the forces had left us
without their authority.
Just as we were rising from the table,
Dutton, the coachman, opened the door.
The hollows about his jaws were gray
with terror.
Dey's come, Nasal Dey's takin' de
last ob de horses out ob de stables ~
My father was an old man and n Grip
pie. He only wheeled his chair to the
door and waited in silence. A tramp
ing of armed men was heard upon the
gravel walk. The next moment dozen
sturdy fellows, with bloated faces pistols
at their belts and rifles in hand, dashed
open the door
They paused, daunted by my fathers
calmness and coolness
Hubbard You're Judge Hubbard,
ell ?" clustered the foremost.
That is my name"
well, you've got to deliver up your
arms and live stock to us for the use of
the army"
Il have no arms. You have taken
my horses and cattle; not " = his color
rising" for the use of the army, but
for thieves and murderers who plunder
on their own account"
Father Father !" my mother whis-
pered in terror, laying her hand upon
his arm, I'VE are ut their mercy" -
The old cock crows WELL" laughed
the leader, 4" but its the young fowl we
want"
What do you mean ~
Your son Charley has been seen
prowling about the neighborhood. IT,
We've orders to take him and hang him
to the nearest tree"
My mother put her hands before her.
my son is dead" she said
For moment even these ruffians
were silent.
Well soon see about that" cried the
foremost. "Come, boys!n
They ransacked the house. The family
could offer,no opposition, being but wo-
men and children, with two old weak
men to guard us.
My father sat trembling with rage and
shame, po8r old Dutton stood behind
him. The negroes had all gone. No
body was left but Yakob, duly at work
as usual in the stable, for he had
turned into aman. Of all-work when left
alone.
He came out from the stable and
going to the door of his shanty satdown
and lighted his pipe.
Z" He would not move if they blew him
up with pitard," cried Sue, whose
knowledge of warlike instruments was
but hazy.
Presently they came up to him.
" Hi, Dutchy we've heard of you.
What side are you on, Reb or Yank 2"
g goes for mein own side."
$50 do we. Stand out of the way.
We want TO go into this cabin.'
" Nein; dish ish mein house, calm
ly.
" Get up, you pig !" prodding him
with the point of his sword.
T" oh, yaw gets, up" slowly rising
and putting his hands into his capacious
pockets. He drew out couple of re-
volvers, and pointed them full in the
faces of his assailants.
" l gets up and-I fires"
6 He did fire-once, twice, it seemed
to me dozen times, turning sharply
form one side to the other.