Evening journal., 1897-02-15

ing down that road After great yelling
he made himself known 10 the guards,
and nc never stopped till the horse got
to the camp.
| was presented to issister, and then
I wGs taken TO the parlor in Richmond
and put in something had mover heard
Of before--a glory pitcher. had great
curiosity 70 know what q glorv pitcher
was. Day and night / kept my ears open
to try TO find ont. and on the Fourth of
July did, for they took me oat and
filed the pitcher with punch and drank
General George Washington's health
and heard them say that when General
Washington died these pitchers were
made Of china. with a picture of Gem
eral Washington being taken up to glory
ON their sides. Every 22d of February
ard Fourth Of July they were used fer
punch If had been sound money,
would have known that a sister cf the
poet Lopgfallow. Mrs. Pearce Of Port
land, Ne, had ono of these pitchers,
but l was Cf mushroom growth-llnow
nothing Of traditions and really very lit
tie about myself
Well, / remained d prisoner in soli-
tary confinement ia Richmond until
evacuation day came 1t was Sunday,
and heavcn seemed to give one grand,
glorious smile 70 the last day OF the
Confederacy A smile like q martyr
wears on his dying face, and nature,
every tree aud flower, was bursting
with green leaf and blossom, struggling
to be free, and / thought the fearful
eyes Of my dear ladies should take COM
fort and remember that they, too, had
been prison bound and now were free
ing themselves.
/ had grown to love the lady in
whose care had been, she was SO pure
and brave, and l became unhappy lest
some evil should befall her and her lit
tie children. l saw her kiss her husband
goodby and saw her hand her jewels
and valuables to an old slave, who
promised to do his best TO protect her.
In short time the city was in flames,
the water cut off, the gashouse destroy
ed, and darkness reigned The streets
were full of Union soldiers and army
followers, and the desolation Of that
house was beyond anything / can de-
scribe.
Suddenly / heard my friends coming
down stairs, and / felt my dear lady
soft white hand pick me up from the
glory jar, smooth me out, and, calling
Uncle Harry, a faithful old slave, she
said: "Uncle Harry, this shinplastei
came from fight in williamsburg.
Richard gave it to me, and have kept
il all this while. | see they have estab.
lished a suffers store across the way II
you are not afraid go and see if it will
buy me some candles, for if it win we
Will not be quite so forlon.
Uncle Harry grabbed me with his bic
old black hand and said: "God knows,
Miss Mary, you always was good, and
God gwine to take care of you and
.yourn and we and rs. Afeerd? | ain
gwine to come back don't dem candles
scusin dey hain't got none. And ht
brought back three, and the light they
shed was like the glory of Coda light
III q dark place
She lit one and made q patrol Of th'
house from garret to cellar, under tn,
beds and ia the closets; would blow il
ont and in a few honrs rcconnoiter agaiI
for when they wore gone, wher,
would any more come from? But Sd,
know that unto the upright there
arisa'h light ia the Darkness and hoi
leautitul faith sustained her. / was in
the suffers shop back in the Union
lines, and / missed my glory pitcher and
all the exciting news ! used to hear
from the doctor and the generals and
my gay young lady Although fair ex-
change is no robbery, / felt jealous and
injured.
Shortly after this retired from busi-
ness--a small boy put mustache on
the face of the statesman who adorns
me, a drummer pasted me on the inside
Of his desk, and after brief and event
full career was sponged off, and / now
lie in a cabinet Of curiosities not caring
25 cents what becomes Of me. --Phila-
delphia Times