Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1892-01-21

crate victory and 64 Manassas,
Mrs. Tubbs had 81 lin apart, q
votive offering to Il outhern Con-
federacy. The pic y the sfatted
calf which. when y ~. vas over,
and, 'our boys can sonie sictori-
ous-as this patrio aonl never
doubted they would M TO be slain
barbecued and go te<aee the fes-
tai board. So, for xeary years
the pig had been p6Apered mem
Der of the family. ~ matter who
was lean and hunGfv. Manassas
must be always fat o. full.
'Bekase. like a. not, he'll be
emmy day, don't you see?'
After the eight little Tubbses and
the pig came 'Julianner Maryer,
ten year old come next june as
she herself would tell you. She
was not exactly a member Of the
family indeed, not so much a men,
ber as the pig.
No, she aint my gall Mrs.
Tubbs explained to those who re-
marked how little Juliana resem-
bled the other children.
She hahn nobody's gal less en-
you might caller the orphunt Of
er country. Julianner's paw went
to the war, an her NAV lived on
yon side of the place-jes fernint
that clump trees over thar. Mis-.
Devine was q pore weakly creetur,
an arter her man left she never
peared to have no heart fur nothin.
She got wus and wus, tel she was
plum bedrid, and nary q soul to do
a turn but that little mite thar.
(Julianner, hunny, do run an chase
often the pi-azzer-he's
eatin all o Stonewall Jackson For
rests bread.) One mornin last
l disremember jest
what day, l waded over thar thru
the snow to see how the pore soul
wer and tote some vittels and a
drap sperrits some Unions had Civ
me fur cookin ther dinner the day
afore. When / pusht open the dor
what do you reckon | seed |? Nary a
spark ov fire, and thar all but froze
a-settin by the bed, was Julianner
"a rubin her maw's hands an a
begin her to wake up. I seed in a
mint that the pore soul never would
wake up no more in this worl. l
TUX that pore little motherless cree
tur in my arms, and tole her er
maw was outen her mizzery, an I'd
be NAV to er now. She said a
paper come yistidy mornin an ez
soon ez her NAV lifted her eyes on
it, she kinder fell over, sick-like,
and never opened er eyes no more.
Poor Julianner couldn't read, so /
tux up the newspaper and seed by
it that thar had been a big fight,
and thar it wer Eek el Devine,
Privit Kilt That wer Mis- De-
vines man, you know. So l just
bundled Julianner mp and fetched
her home with me. Tubbs was
powerful set agln her comm, but
up and said, sez /: 'Ef h aint
no man to fight fur my country,
can perteck the orphunts of them
that has /; an no rebel stock shall
be turned out on an onfriendly worl
without vittles and cloze, ez long ez
Jerushy Tubbs can handle a hoe III
tread loom. So Tubbs he shet
up, an Julianner's bin here ever
ever sence, and here she'll stay.
That was Juliana's sad story.
Nobody thought Of her as hero
inc. Indeed, nobody thought much
about her, except, perhaps, to won
der if her little freckle face was
ever clean, or the tangles ever came
out of her flax-colored hair. The
girls made fun of her freckles and
her turned-up nose-the boys made
fun of her, too, but readily admit
ted that she had sand and no
matter how tight a place she might
be in, 'Julianner wouldn't never
cry, nur lie, nur tell tales Be-
cause she was constantly in the tops
of the highest trees. and always
came down with her aprons torn,
Mrs. Tubbs was wont to call her a
limb and trial and to wonder
why she was not a boy. But woe
betide them, if the other members
of the family dared to intimate
that Juliana was "a trial. or that the
corn pone which was enough for
eight was not enough for nine.
Despite an occasional sharp word,
Inliana knew well that Mrs. Tuhbs