Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1879-10-10

what had heard, and we con- luded I
wait till morning. sra.a an
81 expect" said the overseer. ssthat
we 60 to bed, the devils will fire the house
SO we might as well watch.'' ,sa..S
So we sat by the open window, gain
out on the moonlight night, on the grea
mass Of mountain, the silver river restin
and rippling beside its green banks. Th
tops of the tall trees swung to and fro il
the light summer breeze, and seemed t
beckon with ghostly fingers. Silently W
waited. The hours slipped BY.
closed my eyes. and was just dropping
off into gentle doze, when heard cry
SO full of agony that we knew that muir
der, and naught else, could make tina
sound.
Out we rushed. In the gray dawn o
morning we could hardly see our way.
stumbled ove- something. It gave fain
moan.
| A pitiful heap on the grass, with staring
blue eyes, and great cash on the whit,
forehead.
''Jimmy!'' I cried, kneeling beside
him. s,.,,fi. s.,s,..,l},.3 .ea Sh i
'sThey found I'd told. Boss, and they
killed me for being a spy. I'm sorry ]
was q sneak, but couldn't bear to see yer
hurt, we've been so good ter me-so kind
an good" -4s
said not word. That child had for.
feited his life for mine. Alas. how un.
worthy was of such q sacrifice!
try to raise his head. ''Don't lift me,
Boss, Lemme lay here on tho grass, and
SEQ the sky an the trees. Hear them
birds a-singin'. It's most mornin', most
mornin'. and the dark night is all gone"
It was indeed morning for him-a
glorious dawn in another and a brighter
world.
"They tracked me, Boss, to where hid,
for they knowed told; but they're gone
now; and don't chase 'em. They knows
no BETTER s.r rs ta
We were silent a long time. I thought
Of, praying, but could not. He opened his
eyes wide. ..{ ..-..,,,..,s l.., ~ f
she would not be ashamed of me now,
would hep"
''Franklin?" I ask. He mods. 'sMy
dear Jimmy, no man ever in this world
was more noble than you are!' .oa.
My tears fall on his face, and arouse
him from the sleep in which he is falling.
He smiles his rare sweet smile, and presses
my hand. Then the blue eyes close, and
Jim and have met for the last time on
this earth Youths Companion.
MEMENTOEs OF PREs1DENTs.-In one
Of the departments at Washington is case
open to public inspection, in which are
preserved specimens of the hair of all the
Presidents, from our first chief magistrate
to Franklin Pierce. The hair of Wash.
ingtOn is nearly pure white, fine and
smooth in its appearance. That of Johu
Adams is nearly the same in color, though
perhaps little cOarser. The hair Of JEFF
ferson is of different character, being a
mixture Of white and auburn, or sandy
brown, and rather coarse. In his youth
Mr.. Jefferson's hair was remarkable for
its bright color. The hair of Madison is
coarse and mixed white and dark. The
hair Of Monroe if handsome dark auburn
smooth and free from any mixture. He
is the only President, excepting Pierce,
whose hair had undergone no change In
color. The hair of John Quincy Adams
is somewhat peculiar, being coarse and
yellowish-gray in color. The hair of Gen.
eral jackson is almost perfect white, but
coarse in its character, as might be sup
posed by those who have examined the
portraits of the old hero. The hair Of Van
Buren, is white and smooth in appearance
The hair Of General Harrison is a fine
white, with slight admixture of black.
The hair of John Tyler is mixture of
white and brown. The hair Of James K.
Polk is almost pure white. The hair of
General Taylor is white, with slight adj
mixture Of brown. The hair of Willard
Fillmore is, on the other hand, brown,
with slight admixture of white. The
hair Of Franklin Pierce is dark brown.
OF which he had plentiful crop.
1t is somewhat remarkable, however.
that since Pierce's time no one has thought
OF preserving the hair of his successors.
There are vacancies in the case; but there
is no hair either of Buchanan, Lincoln,
Johnson or Grant.
FORMATION OF CHARACTER.-If some
body should give me diamond to carry to
Europe, can know exactly how much
would be lost to the world were to drop
it in the sea; but if a seed should be given
me, can only regard 1t with awe as con-
tanning concealed within it the food of
untold generations. That is the difference
between looking at the truth as diamond