Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-04-08
LAPORTE, PA, FRIDAY, APRIL 8, 1892.

relations of Southern and Northern TO
make them specially sociable, yet they
had FIRE Yuently met on cordial terms, and
did so again this time. But it soon hap
pened that there was nothing more to
talk about. and then Colonel Phillips re-
vealed the secret of his preoccupation by
asking
"Wherc is Miss Charity2"
'sCharity ?" said the father, little
surprised and little inclined to cultl-
vate twinkle in his left eye. "Oh,
she's married"
married." shouted the Colonel, leap
ing to his feet. s'The dickensw
"To whom are you referring" asked
the old man, sober in an instant, but
carefully polite.
"Oh, to no one-certainly not to her.
Who married her?"
''Rev. DR.. Brown, of the First Bap.
tist-"
'.No; mean to whom was she mar
ried9" Colonel Phillips was getting very
angry.
ITO Major Falkenburg, of the Con-
federate Army. They left for Tuscumbia
last night-right after the wedding"
The Federal officer was an extremely
angry, an awfully chagrined man. He
could have prevented that marriage. but
some fend sent him the news that the
ceremony would occur Wednesday night
instead of Tuesday. He raved around
for time really pitiful object, for he
did love that little girl, and he knew he
was worthy of her, but he could not undo
the work of the past day and night, so
when the passion of disappointment had
exhausted him he led his men back to
camp-for all the world like the King of
France, who with
Twenty thousand men marched up the hill,
then down again.
The happy Major of Confederate gray
had hint that Phillips would rob him
if he could, and so he had announced
the wedding for day later than it was
really to occur, aud Immediately after
the ceremony he and his bride rode
| horseback to the Tennessee River and
hailed the ferry man. But Yankee
caution had long before driven ferry
boats from the river, and no one re-
| sponded. There was no bridge then as
there is now, and there was nothing for
it but to hunt up and down the bank for
skiff. To add to their trouble the
canebrake was so thick and tangled they
| had to abandon the horses and creep
along the waters edge through the damp
and the dark till way past midnight be-
fore their search was rewarded. When
they finally found skiff aud got across
I the river not man in Tuscumbia would
receive so dilapidated-looking couple,
and it was broad day before they could
get either food or lodging. But they
were married and are yet, getting gray
and fat together in pleasant Southern
city, resigned to everything in life, even
to the final vanquishment of MAJOR
Falkenburg and his brave legion.
Colonel Phillips and his men returned
to camp and two days later, while the Off
GERS were basking in the sun, a flag of truce
approached the picket lines. Major
Clements was Provost Marshal of the
region at the time and he went out to
meet the messenger of some sort of
peace. He found it was a hireling of
IhdJoi foihehpuiS, pOaiiuS u SiCob pds-
ket with about two bushels of wedding
cake which Mrs. Charity had baked
with her own hands and sent him-her
parting shot in the campaign. The
messenger was received with all courtesy,
was entertained as became belligerent
in the time of temporary cessation of
hostilties and was given safe conduct out.
side the lines when formalities had been
complied with. Then Colonel Phillips,
making the best OF a bad matter, shared
his cake with his command and was bet
ter liked than ever.
That was long time ago. The foe
of Confederate majors came home in due
season, honored by service and sancti-
fed by wounds, and after some years of
patient, honest work won high place
at the bar, which he has never since
dimmed by any act unmanly. Years
ago he married his choice of all women
and lives with her yet, laughing with
her now and then when some old CON-
rade chaffs him about his raid into Flor
ence or his bushels of wedding cake
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