The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1896-04-27
SARGE PLUNKETT.
Striving to Keep Out Of Political
WransleS.
he TELLS A MOST PATHETIC STORY.
The Story of the stiller's Daughter
and All About the Death
of Little Anna.

| just start out 10 Keep lTtc iAoih fS'-N--
| wrangles in these spring days and you VIII
| soon be impressed that Jordan is a hard
road to travel"
Brown and | agreed to have nothing 10 say
about notifies for a week aud at once start
| ed in search of other food for thought we
found many things and came TO many con-
clusions as drawn from our observations
We were soon convinced that it is not
what a man used to be that counts 10 ms
credit What one used to be counts against
him, but il is mighty hard to have 1t count
i'm our favor We decided that the phlloso-
ply i'm this sentence would give US q tHeiie
of conversation for a ride OF seVeral ihiics,
but before we had climbed the hrst mn
Brown was GUESSING the folks arouhu our
courthouse for refusing to enter INTO tle
shirt of the state executive committees IN
yitation for his return to the democratic
fold.
We STONED short, and decided to just con-
fine ourselves to subjects as suggested ny
what we found upon the way. we met
negro in a minute and here was theme
but by mutual consent We iet the o@nee1
of drifting into politics.
'IIe wears specks," said Brown.
"Who ever heard of a negro having sPecAs
before the war; said !.
..rThey all want specks in these days. said
Brown, land they have headache
ache before the war;" said l.
"They sGuint their eyes at each others
clothes in church." said Brown, and have
cushioned benches and wear gloves anu
play the organ-iust like white folhS theS
are i'm many ways One of their children
darsn't tote anything on it's head ana the
head will pretty soon cease to he nat bnt
there is one thing through all the changes
and through all the charges, they are not
democrats.
"There YOU go-politics again" said |, and
we both stopped short. n double los mousse
Just up the road in front of us gave ahoth-
err theme and | started TO tell the story.
There was a fine fellow settled IN that
house i'm about the year 1SJ6. His wife was
one of the finest young women that II was
ever my lot to be thrown with. They were
doing mighty well when the war broke CUT
and the little vile was much against J"nh
i'm his desire to volunteer. but he would DO
it. and went TO Virginia fully expecting TO
return in sixty days. They had pig fight
at Manassas and John was there and wrote
back home all about it. kiss the emu
uren." he said, land tell them that | VIII
soon be home" but he did not come, ana
the fences got down. the yards got trashy
and that little wife and her lnree I'lie
children looked mighty lonesome there an
alone
Away in.the night. on July, OF 1863. heard
the horn from this little house a-bloWiaG.
1t was in the middle of the night. ana
knew the horn was blowing for help, Tor
them were troubulous days There was
mighty few white men at home then, ana
so as the horn kept blowing, ! hobbled
over as fast as ! could and found that
Johns little girl was mighty sick and moth
ing would do her but that she must nave
her father.
Mamma. do tell papa to come; is little
Anna is so sick. so sick"
b, CRY al bilr. but between
the subs she kept calling for papa TO come
TO his little Anna. The mother cried, the
other children cried and l cried It'ie
myself The doctor came and SAID lha'
Anna had typhoid fever and would linEer
.r some time. Then the mother wrote 10
John away in Virginia. and told him now
his little girl was calling for him ana ne
tried mighty hard to get a furlojgh. hut
he could not, and little Anna died, never
understanding why her pape would not
come to his sick little girl
We had done rolled past the little house
when had ended my story. but away in
the distance | caught sight of another
house and another story flashed 10 my
mind. This fellows name was John. too
John Dawson-and the girl ne married was
named Lucy. I saw Lucy when she was
baptizcd at old Hebron church. and she
was the pet of the settlement l saw them
as they moved to this place and Lucy look
ed mighty sweet as she peepcd from under
the wagon sheet and told me goodby. They
did mighty well at their new home for
while, but John got acquainted with some
rowdy fellows in the settlement and began
to visit the stills around here then, and
would spend whole days listening to the
yarns and slipping the corn juice
John was one of those fellows that
thought there was no danger 10 him. he
was strong. the associations would never
make him neglect his little wife nor his
farm. He told Lucy this and Chided her
for having such little confidence in him
But she got "a promise from him AT last TO
quit these associations for her sake and TO
turn over a new leaf as the saying goes.
More than 4 month had passed since John
had turned over his new leaf, and Lucy
Was happier than she had ever been before
and the pretty iixings that John had thrown
around his new home made everything
cheerful and bright around.
John was at work down in his new
ground, whstling cheerily as he piled his
AK and maui. 1t out of sight Of his
house and Lucy did not see the rowdy fell
lows as they went to where John was at
work. They were soon all sitting on u log
being sociabe and they had passed the
jug around more than once. when it
proposed that they all 20 over to the stiH.
IL was easy to mount the newground
fence and take a near cut, and John was
fully persuaded that he would return be
fore his little wife would miss him. but
he did not, anu hefelu lies my story.
When Lucy got dinner ready she bowed
the horn, and while she was waiting for
John to come she busted herself brushing
her hair and primping to meet her husband.
But John did not come in for so long she
was certain the wind had kept him from
hearing the horn. and so she bowed again
this time long and loud. She waited. but
no John came. Then she put out down to
the uewground fearful that her husband
had been hurt by some falling tree. She