The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-22
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through the long, silent hours of the
night lust gone Strong Martin had been
schooling himself for this interview
He knew how great shock was await
inc his brother, and he knew how con-
tracted was the lens through which his
own departure from the traditions of his
family would be observed. Seth's crude
violence fell upon benumbed sensibili-
ties.
He scarcely heard what Seth was say
ing. He knew it was abusive, but what
of that? He turned away from the win
dow and faced the excited man, who had
remained seated from the beginning of
this unpleasant interview. The sound
of his brothers. high pitched, querulous
voice was exasperating to his tired
nerves. He raised his hand authorita-
lively.
"Hold up, Seth. What you are saying
does not amount to row OF pins You
are Confederate simply from force OF
circumstances and surroundings. l am
Federal from identically the same rea'
sons. This cooursed war is practically
over, and yC,. are on the losing side.
Tomorrow, at the hour of ncon-today,
rather, for the night is already gono-if
you hear IL slow guns from the direc-
ton of the gunboat lying of Dcersnock,
you may know that Robert Il. Lee has
surrendered and that the war is over
That is the signal agreed upon Ill case
the rumor OF surrender is confirmed
That being tho case, brother Seth, you
and have other work than quarrellng
before us. You are on the losing side,
Seth, and / on the winning, but we
must stand shoulder TO shoulder III the
work of demonstrating home for cur
loved ones There is no one left to care
for mother and Liza but you and me.
Seth removed his palmetto hat from
the human peg that was trembling Vlo
lently beneath its slight weight ana
searched its unlined crown for baud
kerchief His thin, sharp chin was qulV'
ering with excitement. His pale, blue
eyes shot flames of wrath into the grave
patient face of his brother.
My knowledge of the country and
its resources recommended me III hiSh
quarters. You would not care to neal
the story of my promotion. That has
nothing TO do with the stern facts star
ing us in the face today. am here.
am here in position to befriend all al
Sans Souci, and it was because want
ed to consult with you first as to tho
best method of doing this without bring
ing down upon myself deluge OF tina
sentimental abuse that is lavlshed 81
literally upon the invading army that
sent for you first. You owe 1t 10 you
friends to be rational. may be ORDERED
away from here ON moments notice
Tell me how l can best help them all
Seth looked at him through narrow
ing lids.
"Help who? Help those women on
yonder at Sans Souci?'
Eyes. What do they needv"
Seth laughed mirthlessly.
Need? Well / reckon they Jus
about need everything women foks
used to havin. The madam, she is got
brand new dress--a mighty fine one
She helped spin the yarn for 1t herseii
and sissy wove it on the hand loom III
za's got to be q frs class weaver. MAN
my's wearin petticoats made out OF oi
bedtickin, but she declares they. ar
prime good. Sissy goes clompin 'rouh
in pair of things called shoes thae
cobbled up fur her out Of an aiiigato
hide. They amt dancin pumps Jus 9,
ac'ly, but they beat no shoes all no
Ter. Mothers wearin pair OF slipper
Figured out of pair OF wornout Sd.
dlebag flaps. see, we don't go
for the fashions very heavy these days
''But food? Every outside source
supply is closed against you. how
you manage to keep in the necessary
Of life?"
Seth looked a him with lofty col
tempt.
''It depends purity much ON wnat " "
mout call the necessaries OF lie. "
used to think that coffee and sugar al
flour come under that head, put we
changed our tune sencc we've con
down to okra pod coffee and sassairas U
without no sweetenin.
Strong Martin groaned audibly. oe'
flung taunt at him. 4,
Don't groan, majuh. You're ON v
winnin side, as you've took occasion /,
tell me more'n once this mornin. I
danger of you ever bein put 20 !. ios
cup of coffee or a pair OF shoes. AS !.
us, we've got sorter used to dom WI.
out things, and it don't hurt half as y
as you might think. It don't hurt na
e. bad, no, sub, not one n-thousane