San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-03-12

"Yes. he behaved very well" 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. MIR. Anthony was a
respectable old man, shockingly SLOUGH
ing and untidy. My brother thought
a good deal Of him, remember. Never
mind him though; it's the boys l want.
What were their namesr Lanky, slab
sided creatures, and SO many of them
four or five. Let me see; what were
their names?" Miss Cornelias 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
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.
Stay! remember hearing Hector men,
ton second wife; but she had left the
neighborhood before 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
fla fa11pxr, fr,1l Of y,iorhiaf anH cl ua
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. | disliked it so
much; but then no one ever listens to
my advice. | am but cipher in the
family; although it would be better if
was more heeded-better for the rest, l
mean" Miss Cornelia paused to allow
this reflection to sink into Mary's mind.
"The boy ran away before the war,
she presently resumed, because he
couldn't endure his stepmother. 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
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 manner"
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
childi Poor little mani
"His name-his name-was"- pom
dered Miss Cornelia What is this
mans name, Mary? Have you ever
heardg'
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-
rnnint11nant and her fnca had lannthanad l