Litchfield enquirer., 1879-09-25

hair a-blowin' Tn de WlnG, ne SalC, otan nol on de order.of your goin', but go at oncer Lord to see dat crowd scatter sasy fla buIH- shell had bust among cln. An it was time. Many whose clos was in deir trunks to go never had need for notEin' moro dan sheet ter wrap 'en in Dey fell as if fever was 6 sharp-shooter. an died died. Of de fust hundred, ics ten got well God e mercy :: save dat deir souls ascendcd to de throne, how could dy servants bear de burden dat dou hast put upon dem ?' s.~k ss ss FE
 The old man took off his scrap of straw hat and lifted his furrowed face to the sky.
 And Mir. Evans?"
 'Yes marster. He was a puhlicsplrlted man. Oar was little band of 'em-a dozen or mo'-who took it inter deir DO young heads dat dey ought ter stay-hop de fort, youknow. God knows help was needed Folks was dyin' like piZened dogs m a ditch. An young Evans he kind O took de lead. You know niggers is crazy bad stock, an in some towns dey carried onlike dedevil, a-burnin' an a-reb- bin But dere warn't nothin' like det Tn Xiii buck Mars Fane let it be known dat de be- licvnd in de shotgun, an dey was as skeered of him as if he had a been de Lord or dedevd. He ned mighty great influence wid lem, keered for 'em too. Doctors, nusses, an Champagne jes as plentiful in niggers cabin as in de white folks houses. He'd a been as big man as Gineral Cincinnatus Hewett if he had lived. Oar ain't nigger in dis county but would "a voted for him for President, roar in Democrat dough he was, an dey straight Repnhlicans"
 'But he died?"
 '.Lord Lord yes, marster--dey all died. He was spard, an spar'd, till none of us but fought he'd git trough. De oders all went, an dat seemed to make his chance all de bet ter. But he got fuller an' fuller of de plzen,
 1, wid de hard, hard work, an den, when de cup was full, he was struck down. He made fight But pretty soon dem aroun' him saw he was a-gnin' Den Miss Ida come. Dey Say she had encouraged him Tn stayin', an dat's one reason why she takes It so hard. He was a-lyin' dar, numb an stupid-for de piZen was a-creepin' trough his veins slow an. soft like de smell of an orange bloom-an' he fought he was a-gittin' we'll De doctors was all aroun'-six of 'em; enough to kill him i; but dey was good, Dey was cryin' as if he was deir own flesh an blood. But Miss Ida didn't cry. An when one of de doctors, a young, rash sort of fellow-when he said, '1 swear, I would take his place if could, she jes said, hard an scornful, Why did you not take his place here, an send him away?'
 ''Shc would not let dem tell him dat he must die, but all night long she stay beside him, a-smin' an a-talkin' of de cool air of de mountains An at daybreak he started up wild an mad in convulsions, an he jumped from de bed, a-strikin' out an a callin', Wa ter! water ? Den he fel an when dey lifted him dere warn't no mo ter do but ter bury him.''
 The old sexton's voice sounded hollow and dim. Mr. Balingall put his hand to his head with confused sense of being some other than himself
 ''I'm gwine now to water his grave" said the sexton. 'I helps Miss Ida take keer of 1t. "
 'Did she have the fcver?" asked MT. Bal ingall
 7' Yes, Sir, up m Louisville An we did hear dat she died But she got well an came back here-not de same pretty young lady dough, but shadder, all broke wid grief"
 They reached Fane Evans grave, and MT. .Balingall stopped to read some lines on the rude head-board:
 For their dear country, these her quenchess glory,
 Won for themselves the dusk shroud of death. By thatsarne death they live, whose echoing story
 Rings through the halls Hades inhabite'h.
 ''One O de doctors wrote dat on de boa'd, " said the sexton ''He said it would do for 'en all In desc graves you see aroun' Mir. Evans's is buried de young men who died as did-for de sake of pol humanity. An as our blessed Redeemer died" he added, after a pause, again uncovering his head.
 MT. Balingali looked down upon the grave. "And she loved you," he thought -" she loved you, and you could die!"
 His name was called. Captain Masterson came hurrying through the gate.
 ''l've sent all over town after you, Balin. gall," he cried. "Finaly some one directed me here. You've overspent your time. The Lody Guy has been waiting for you this last hour" sf.
 "Mastcrson," he replied, earnestly, ''do you know, I've taken fancy to stay while in this town. You know everybody. Give me an introduction to some of your acquaintan- ces' % -
 Man, have you lost your wits?"
 ''Not bit of It. But it happens that have little leisure on my hands 1 want $ vacation. I may as well spend it here as anywhere"
 ''All right" said the captain philosophical ly. Haven't time to discuss it. Will give you line to a preacher here Ihappen to know. You'll get tired of it soon enough, and the LGdy Gay will pick you up on her return trip"
 Mr. Balingall, however, is still in Kilbuck, He has made friends, and it is intimated that he is building up practice. ldaia has moi recognized hlm, and he has not yet spoken tc her. But in his heart he has vowedt win hel back to forgetfulness and a new love. He watches her in her daily pilgrimages to Fano Evans's grave He sees with sharp pangs that month by month her features are more sharply.z cut her form more slight, and hel step drags more wearily. But not to himself in his most fearful dream, does he whispe that she will die And the future holds ne secrets securely