The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1878-01-10
borough Highland County, Ohio Thursday, January

/ SCtb uuMu Ny i ulllp anu lIleQ my
lingual powers, but lie evidently did
not understand. AS soon as I stopped
talking he took up a slate which lay
upon the table and began to tell us a
long story in some unknown tongue.
He seemed pleased, and kept on talking
for long time, utterly ObliviOus of the
fact that we knew no more of his Ian
gUage than he of ours.
On Sunday afternoon Uncle Barton
came into the sitting-rOom, and told us
that Philip was hard at work in the
kitchen, writing a letter and talking
about GaTibaldi. The children. rushed
ont TO see, and presently came back,
saying the letter was finished, and he
wanted an envelope. This rendering it
practicable for me too see what was
going on without lowering my dignity
81 any exhibition Of curiosity aGOEt
such a person, I got one and took it cut
to him. He was as gOOd-natured as
ever; indeed, his face was on broad
grin most Of the time; and as I handed
him the envelope I glanced-acciden-
tally Of course at the writing. 1t was
in German, but could distinguish the
words ''sO}dat7 and "Garibaldi" in
large letters in many places. he pro-
duCed a piece of red sealing-wax, and
after carefully folding the letter and
putting it in the envelope, secured it
with nine large seals; after which he
proceeded to direct to His Majesty Vic
tor Emanuel, Mexico, in America.
Then he handed tito me, saying ''post2''
nodded my head, and went back to
the sitting-TOOm.
"Uncle Barton" said I, ''lOOk herel
That man is crazy"
''Stuffl" said my uncle. Hes a tip
top fellow to work. What makes you
think that?"
I handed him the letter.
Il suppose he's been a soldier, and
wants a pension or something" said
he.
''If he had been in Garibaldi's army
he'd know better than to direct to Vic
lOr Emanuel in America, . I suggested;
but this argument was totally without
effect. Ny uncle brought forward a
much better one.
Il think there's something queer
about him, myself" he said. Hes
got books in his room; two or three Of
them. And he washes his hands and
face every morning, and that's what
none Of 'em ever do"
yes, and he talks and laughs to him
self, :" said cousin Mary.
Last night, when I wentto look for
Nora, I heard some one laughing, and
[ looked in the barn door, and there he
was all alone
I'm afraid of him, said Aunt Kate.
Suppose he should come dOwa stairs
some night and murder us alp"
Lock the door of the stairway"
said Uncle Barton.
81 can't. The locks broken. Do
send him away"
''By Jfminyl7 was the answer. s'He's
no more crazy'n I am. 1 amt afraid
of him OF a dozen like him."
But am, " said Mary.
"And L" said Aunt Kate and the
children together.
Then lock your doors. Don't talk
like a set of geese" and uncle Barton
walked off in disgust.
When we went to our rooms I noticed
that every door was shut and locked, |
although. we generally left them open a |
little way, in the hot weather, for the
sake of the air. But my door had no
lock; so, discretion being out Of the
question, I tried the worse part of valor, /
and left the door ajar as usual. Then
[ went to sleep and dreamed Of the
Deering murder and of Philip. Aftera I
while I woke up with a confused sense |
Of footsteps and voices somewhere near !
me. thought 1 heard a door open and |
shut; and, looking towards my door, I
saw a faint light ~ hich gradually grew
brighter and brighter. 1t flashed across !
me in an instant. SomebOdy-Philip, !
and perhaps a companion, was coming |
down the garret stairs with a light. !
And all the doors were locked, and |
everybody was S eep. l rose, and |
went cautiously toward the light; l put |
out my hand to catch hold of the door, /
and touched.the window. The foot
steps and voices were part Of my dream;
the light was only the moon coming |
out from behind the clouds. /
IsilentIy resolved to pay no more at
tention to the ''voices Of the night"
come what might; and was soon sleep |
ing so sOundly that I did not awake
until the breakfast bell rang, and Char
lie rushed into my room with the fol-
lowing announcement
eNora's gone, and Philips gone, and /
he isn't Philip, but Mr.. HilliaTd, and
they're married."
So my dream was not all a dream after
all. But bore it. Strangely enough,
my first thoughts were not of the lost
thousand; nor Of poor
Nora's sad fate; welded to the man she
loved; nor Of the wrath of my father
and the Tidicule Of my friends. 1
Of cousin Cecily's sweet, sober |
face, and wondered what she would
say.
Female Society.
You know my opinion Of female so
cietv. Without it we should degene-