Delta chief., 1884-04-23

he thought he was right, and went to
his desolate home with bullet in him,
suffer for tho necessaries of life, and
you refuse to help him. Can't you re-
alize that his children are as dear to
him as yours are to you, and that it
breaks his heart to see their pitiful faces
pinched with hunger, and that their
voices asking for bread from the father
who is unable to earn it for them, sound
to him like death knell? Can't you
imagine that the Confederate soldier
feels crushed 10 know the need of the
price of sack of flour, when millions
Of dollars are squandered every day. in
foolishness, by rich people who are no
better than he is? l should think, if
you could picture to yourself old veter-
an Confet crates in rags. with children
around them, climbing on their knees.
and looking up into their bronzed or
pale faces with wondering eyes, asking
by their looks why IL is that they have
NO homes, nc food, and precious little
clothes, if you have soul in you, you
would reach down in your pocket and
find something you would be glad to
give to them. Try and realize that
those men are human, and rs good as
we average up north here. and their
children are handsome and loving. and
need educating, and need words of
cheer instead of curses, and think how
rich our people are at the north, and
how poor they are, and how much good
n few dollars, that we would not miss.
will do them. and how far little
money would go towards making them
comfortable. and making them feel that
though our people were hard fighters
and shot from the shoulder. the recoil
of the guns did not callous the hearts
OF the victors How much better you
would feel il you knew the five dollars
you are going to give me to put in this
letter with my two dollars. would reach
Confederate ssidier who was SO des,
pondent rs to almost wish he were
dead, and change his countenance from
despair to smiling hope, and cause
him to .hank his God and your God hat
the darkest hour is always Just before
day. and day had dawned. and his
babies would now laugh on full
stomach. while the soldier papa and the
patient southern mamma would cry for
Iey. and say God bless our northern
brother and shield him from all harm.
What do you think about this scheme
anyway?" and the boy took an envelope
in business way and began directing
IL TO the Confederate Grand Army at
Richmond. while his tongue was run
out on one side just like a boy when
writing letter.
Now look a-hcre, you dry up this
kind of talk or you will have me bel
lering," said the grocervman, as he
wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his
shirt. Here don't send that letter by
mail. Send il by express. and put in
ten dollars for me. and put on a post
script and tell the boss Confederate sol
dicr that the two dollars come from the
bcs,-hearted boy in Wisconsin. while
the ten dollarsGs from the almightiesi
condemned fool that ever abused n
white man behind his back. That ora
iion Of yours settles me. boy. You can
teach me more sense in ten minutes
than all the ministers can in a year.
Shake. you young villain, and the
groceryman came from behind the
counter and hugged the bad boy as
though he was n girl.
Another county heard FROM" said
the bad boy. as he put the twelve dol
lars in the envelope and started down
TO the express office. .'It'sn cold day
when Hcnncry can't get in his work for
charity" and he went of whistling.
Away down South in Dixie" while the
groceryman looked out the window n,
him with n big smile and began hum.
ming an old Southern tune that he had
| almoSf forpott.