The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-10-24
THE ANGEL OF SHILOH

You found the tavern full?'
The speaker was a handsome, lntelii
gent looking gentleman of perhaps foriN
evidently citizen of the village anl
resident of the handsome but nnpretrii
tious dwelling house in front of wh;,;
he was standing.
YES" | replied; 81 was too late
half an hour. so the landlord inforn,,.
me-"
'You shall be welcome here if you vii.
accept of modest quarters and pa!n
fare
The tone of voice, no less than the
words uttered, assured me that the Offer
of hospitality was sincere, and with n
grateful heart and simple expression
of thanks passed through the gate and
clasped the extended hand of the man
who, although had never known of his
existence till that minute, and who |
had every reason to suppose foe to the
cause Represented, rebel to the gov,
ernment whose uniform wore, yet in
whom recognized friend and brother
You are very kind" said; more
kind than you know, for l am not only
weary, but ill, or should not have
sought lodgings indoors while my COM
rades were exposed to the privations of
camp life.
Pm glad of the opportunity to offer
hospitality to professional brother" he
responded. for know from your letter
on your hatband that you are surgeon,
and am physician This would have
been sufficient to have prompted me to
invite you in, but something else, sud-
den but unexplainable impulse. which
could not resist, impelled me to do it."
By this time | had been led into the
family room. A beechwood fire blazed
and glowed upon the hearth, bright
carpet with warm ,colors covered the
floor, an old fashioned mahogany side
board stood to the left and bureau of
the same rich wood faced it on the other
side of the room. and in one corner a
clock of "ye olden time, and known by
the title of wall sweeper, counted off the
seconds with steady precision and
sounded the knen of dying hours in a
solemn monotone. Easy chairs stood
back against the farther wall like SEN
tries on an inner picket line, while others
We're grouped about the cheerful fire;
and these, as we entered, were occupied
by persons whose faces | could have
never forgotten. had seen them but a
moment, and which are now photo
graphed upon my heart forever and ave
There were three persons in the groun-
a venerable old gentleman. white
haired, matronly and kindly faced old
lady. and q golden haired bl,e eved
young lady-father. mother and daupb.
ter of my friendly host, DR. Jewell
There is something in a name, else
how should these peoule be so appronri-
ately named? | wondered and Wondered
the more when learned that the richest
and rarest gem in the proun had tha
beautiful name of Lillian
1 beg the readers pardon. / have NOT
told him or her. as the case NAV be. who
1 am. or when. how or where all this
happeued.
NV name is Alden. liueal descendant
l am from John and Priscilla Alden.
whose romantic history YOU doubtless
have read in poetry. if not in prose- Nv
ancestors had gone west almost a century
ago, hence those provincial prejudices,
so characteristic of those descendants of
the MayAower party who still cling to
the crags of Plymouth Rock. had been
lost in the broad and fertile valleys of
the Ohio, or they had wandered off and
found flower bespangled grave on the
boundless prairies of Illinois, At any
rate they found no place in my heart.
The time of which write was Janu-
airy, 1862. Place, southwestern Ken
lucky. Grants army was making