The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1897-01-28

Ing down that had After great yelling
he made himself known to the guards,
and he never stopped till the horse got
to the camp.
was presented to his sister, and then
] was taken to the parlor In Richmond
and put in something had never heard
Of before-a glory pitcher. / had great
curiosity to know what a glory pitcher
was. Day and night kept my ears open
to try to find out, and on the Fourth Of
July did, for they took me out 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 picture Of Cen
eral Washington being taken up to glory
ON their sides. Every 22d Of February
and Fourth of July they were used for
punch. If / had been sound money,
would have known that sister of the
poet Longfellow, Mrs. Pearce of Port
land, Me-, had one of these pitchers,
but was of mushroom growth-lU
nothing of traditions and really very lit
tie about myself.
Well, remained prisoner in soli-
tary confinement in Richmond until
evacuation day came. 1t was Sunday,
and heaven seemed to give one grand,
glorious smile to the last day of the
Confederacy. A smile like martyr
wears on his dying face, and nature,
every tree and flower, was bursting
with grsen 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 I became unhappy lest
some evil should befall her and her lit
tie children. I 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-
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Suddenly heard my friends coming
down stairs, and I felt my dear lady IS
soft white hand pick me up from the
glory jar, smooth me out, and. calling
Uncle Harry, faithful old slave, she
said: Uncle Harry, this shinplaster
came from a fight in williamsburg.
Richard gave it to me, and I have kept
it all this while. see they have estab-
lished a suffers store across the way. If
you are not afraid, go and see if it will
buy me some candles, for if it will we
will not be quite so forlorn.'
Uncle Harry grabbed me with his big
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 us. Afeerd? ]. ain t
gwine to come back 'dout dem candles,
scusin dey hain't got none" And he
brought back three, and the light they
shed was like the glory of Coda light
in dark place.
She lit one and made patrol of the
house from garnet to cellar, under the
beds and in the closets; would blow it
out and in q few hours reconnoiter again
for when they were gone, where
would any more come from? But she
knew that "unto the upright there
ariseth light in the darkness, - and her
beautiful faith sustained her. was in
the suffers shop back in the Union
lines, and missed my glory pitcher and
all the exciting news I used to hear
from the doctor and the generals and
my gay young lady. Although fair ex-
change is no robbery, I felt jealous and
injured.
Shortly after this retired from bust
mesa 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 I now
lie in cabinet of curiosities, not caring
% cents what becomes Of me.-Phila-
delphia Times.