Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-03-20

mind him though; it's the boys I want.
What were their names? Lanky, slab
sided creatures. and so many of them
four or five. Let me see, what were
their names? Miss Cornella's brows
contracted perplexedly, and her memory
returned and grappled with the past.
Mary rose and crossed the room to an
old fashioned secretary, bound and
mounted with brass, and opened one Of
the drawers. Her fingers passed from
one pigeonhole to another until she
found what she was in search Ola
small leather bound book, such as men
sometimes carry in their pockets. With
this in her hand she resumed her seat
and began turning the pages rapidly.
Miss Cornelia watched her, still striving
to ensnare those elusive names with the
mesh Of recollection.
Mary found the page she was in search
of, and ran her eye down 1t. II can tell
you, auntie," she said. Hector kept
an account OF all his men, and, as near
as he could, what became of them. The
Anthony boys are all mentioned here.
There were five of them. Hugh was
killed at Sharpsburg. David was
wounded in the fights below Richmond,
and died OF his wounds In the hospital.
Jim was captured, and died OF prison
fever at Point lookout. Robert lost his
life in charge in the Wilderness; and
Albert was shot at his post on picket
duty in the Valley. A terrible list OF
casualties, but not uncommon for those
times. Old Mr.. Anthony died of typhoid
fever the same summer that your mother
did. There is the family history, auntie,
aud you must confess that it's sad one.
Stayl l remember hearing Hector men,
ton a second wife; but she had left the
neighborhood before l came to Repton,
and I've heard somewhere that she mar
ried again. She had no Anthony chill
dren."
Miss Cornelia had been tapping her
fingers impatiently on the arm of her
chair for several seconds. 81 know all
that" she said, 'but there was another
soma much younger child. remem-
Der him distinctly, saucy, freckled lit
tie fellow, full OF mischief and sly ways
and so dreadfully untruthful. He was
always coming over to the house TO play
with our little Mary. The child was de-
voted to him, and being delicate she
was allowed to have her way In every
thing and INDUCED until ii was sinful.
She used TO have him here continually,
aud taught him all her lessons and dear
knows what besides. / disliked IL so
much; but then no one ever listens to
my advice. l am but cipher in the
family; although it would be better il
was more heeded-better for the rest,
mean" Miss Corneia paused to allow
this reflection to sink into Mary's mind.
THE boy ran away before the war, J"
she presently resumed, because he
couldn't endure his stepmother, a tidy,
respectable woman, who told me herself
that he was past all human standing.
She couldn't make him mind her or be-
have as she wished, although she
whipped him constantly until her arms
quite ached---and she was remarkably
strong woman too. We had terrible
time with Mary after he ran away; she
cried and fretted and went on really out
rageously, and my brother, instead Of
being little strict with her and making
her behave herself, carried her off to
Richmond and kept her there with him
the whole time the legislature was in
session. He was a state senator, you
know. What was that boys name?"
Mary had laid aside her sewing and
was listening quietly. Poor little boy,
she thought pitifully, alone amid a
houseiul of slothful, unsympathetic
men, beaten cruelty by high tempered,
strong armed woman, loved by a tender,
high souled child; forced into LIES bat
tie all unequipped for the struggle.
Poor child Poor little man.
''His name - his name-was"-pon-
dered Miss Cornelia. What is this
mans name, Mary2 Have you ever
heard?"
Edward, or Edmund; at least he told
the children Ned" replied Mary.
"And that boys name was Jackson
Jack Anthony. | remember perfectly
now; and it's just come over me that
I've heard somewhere that he died OF
yellow fever in. New Orleans" Miss
Cornelia's tone was one of bitter disap-
pointment, and her face had heightened
quite an inch. She had been hunting on
cold scent after all.
Within a month from that day Miss
Beverley was in a position to have re-
stored JOY to her aunt's soul by the as
surance that her conjecture had been
absolutely correct, had she been so
minded. And the way that the knowl-
edge came to her was this: