Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1892-08-16

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most too much for Mary's gravity. She
bent her head over her sewing so that
Miss Cornelia might not be offended by
her mirth. Presently she remarked:
81 thought all the Anthony boys were
killed, auntie. Hector said SO, and they
were in his regiment. He spoke well Of
them always-their gallantry, patience
and endurance at a time when courage
and patience were the rule. You know
old Mr.. Anthony, the father, saved my
| husbands life at Malvern Hill. He
| must have been brave, unselfsh man."
Eyes, he behaved very WE'LL" assented
Miss Cornelia impatiently; she was not
interested in that part of the subject
Everybody was always saving some
| body else's life in those days-that is,
when they weren't all killing one an
other. That's war. Mr.. Anthony was
Espectable old man, shockingly SLOUGH
ng and unidy. My brother thought
good deal of him, remember. Never
mind him though; it's the boys 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 Cornelia'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 it. 81 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
4 fever at Point Lookout. Robert lost his
life in a 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,
| and you must confess that it's sad one.
Stayl I 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
j 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 it was sinful.
She used to have him here continually,
and taught him all her lessons and dear
knows what besides. l disliked it SO
much; but then no one ever listens to
my advice. l am but a cipher in the
family; although it would be better if l
was more heeded-better for the rest, l
mean" Miss Cornelia paused to allow
this reflection to sink into Mary's mind
1.-THE boy ran away before the war"
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 ha< terrible
time with Mary after he ran <sway; she
cried and fretted and went ON really
outrageously, and my brother, instead
of being little strict with her and max
ing her behave herself, carried her off
to Richmond and kept her there with
him the whole time the legislature was
in session. He was 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
houseful of slothful, unsympathetic
men, beaten cruelty by high tempered,
strong armed woman, loved by tender,
high souled child, forced into life's bat
tie all unequipped for the struggle. Poor
child Poor little mani
"His name-his name-was"- pom
dered Miss Cornelia. "What is this
mans name, Mary? 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 OF
a cold scent after all.
Within a month from that day Mrs
Beverley was in a position to have re-
stored joy to her aunt's soul by the as
surance that her conjecture had beer
absolutely correct, had she been 81
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