Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-07-09


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tfr1e he had any hIood n he BODY to
write o. for. after partaiEiuz Of the
family salt he ueTss dsserted The fam
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ple5efan and eolorsi creature. from the
hi9h sseppfnz- bo5ts1ed aorrel- satin
eoafe5 earrfazs borses that held arehed
neeks and more arehed tafls- never
seeming prouder than when trUc1fng
cut for the last tine fflrUuzh the ssahls
gate. przneiaz and earzeoGng under
the seat u the bury negroes who we're
On thelr way 20 frsedOza and the year
Of iubflee~
Doubtl4e. Prince and Albert srlfTe5
sfzr OF TIE frsgTznt fodder and the
plentiful forage u the FEDERAL camp.
their Fsble stall being cutie empty.
Who that has stOmaeb can blanc
them for weaFyfng of green 6eIds and
pastures and hankering after their
''feahpots
Yet eannot fancy the humble dun
pony turning tail On his best, though
par friends. and eo1nfor1fnz himself
Wfth pride and dignity and eharnpiing
the bit. while bes1rode By anOther IN
CRATE u a greater degree Ard when
one remembers that the soFfsls had
eoet gobIen dollars in plenty. and the
dun had cost not even a thank ye,
sir. there + a text for a sermon On in
gTafit1de n bOrsez
lie seemed proud, indeed WHEN the
young lady fxed berzeif finally 70 her
satisfaction in her mans saddle. gath
ering together the yolurninOus fOlds Of
the copper coIOred riding skirt IN her
hands 20 prevent their hiding complete
Iy her small steed With a shake Of
the rope bridal and wave Of the hand
toward the group on the gallery she
started on her quest.
AIas. and aissl Why should The
best laid plans q mice and men. and
maids also. gang aft agleef
Tie garden was reached and IN the
orchard % defunct fruit trees, amid
the biIlOws Of nOxiOus and tail bull
qTalzes there. too. stood that one liv
ing green peach tree. bat no peach
was there. look and peer a. she would
fOoIine herself dozen times with
reddened leaf. standing up in her stir
rup. handling almost each leaf upon
the tree. until 10 the sun had already
set However the old deserted dwelling
house looked. as she recalled the recent
tragedy enacted there in all its horrors
Just as she bent her plumed hat to escape
the bending boHgsis Of low branched
tree. she had almost thought somebody
touched her but no, 1t was only the
disturbed branches closing behind her
Yes this Is the very window the
boy jumped through after shooting his
poor old father and il ia wide open
Why ! can see clear through, even
into the hall where he fell and died FIVE
minutes later They say the blood
stains are there yet: Poor old mani
what a sudden, oh. what a horrible
death by tie innocent hands Of his
young SOU What a stricken life now
and always for the boy, his mother and
his sisters
Thee reflections we're more terrible
as she recalled every detail Of the fatal
mistake. The mother rousing her son
at midnight, placing the weapon IN bis
hands and whispering in his sleepy ears
that somebody some thief or prowler
lis walking through the hall. :"
She had thought her husband asleep
in bed. and the gun being in the boys
room she had slipped out quietly, not
waking the old man, as she thought
fatal error The father had risen some
moments before, fearing some thieves
were in his melon patch, not wishing
TO disturb his good wife. He had
slipped out rs silently, and on return
Ing lac caused death
o times of unutterable horrors
War abroad over the fairest country
under Gods broad skies men far away
from hearth and home, their treasured
ones unprotected save by old men and
tender youtha Hear the weird hoot
ing Of that gray old owl as he flaps his
wings on that Isoss covered cypress
limb The birds are all twittering IN
the rank rose bushes and the honey
suckle bowers. and that wise old owl,
calm and cunning. watches keenly his
prey. and well knows when each little
head Is tucked beneath a wing He
regrets the absent family and the chick.
ems that nightly adorned the oak trees
In the back yard. Birds are very
dainty, to be sure but there + 80 much
more IN a chicken 20 devour | expect
that's what Mr. Owl Is thinking about
Ughl and ouch What a great big
snake just gllded up that old stump
covered over with trumpet vines
What tanglewood we are in. my lit
tie dun, You and / let rs hasten TO
get out Of this and beyond the yellow
bayou strip of woods before Il gets