The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1901-09-25
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WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 25, 1901.
A POSTAL DELIVERY.
AN INCIDENT OF REVOLUTIONARY
DAYS IN CONNECTICUT.

DAYS IN CONNECTICUT.
A Letter From the Front That Came
and Went and Came Again to Stay.
Phe First. Rural Free Delivery In
Mansfield Town.
The arrival of the first batch Of let
tiers after the establishment Of rural
free delivery In Mansfield, Conn, re-
called to an aged lady Of that town a
postal incident remembered In her
family for 100 years. "My mother al
ways cried when she told the story"
She said.
When my mother was IL little girl,
the narrator went on, to have ones let
ters regularly brought and handed in
at the door would have seemed a
miracle of privilege, and to get them
without paying postage would have
been another Mails were so slow and
uncertain that the safe arrival Of an
expected letter by any means was an
event In country family, with the
postoflice miles away.
Sometimes the delivery was helped
along by volunteer carriers-a farmer
going home from the grist mill, a
housewife returning from market town
with her bargains OF lamp oil, West
India molasses and green ten, or even
"A passing peddler with his load of tim
ware and corn brooms. In the old war
time the army had post riders, but
they were few and far between.
My grandfather was a soldier of the
Revolution, and grandmother kept the
home fire burning here, and provided
for their three children as well as she
could while he was ut the front. All
summer She had heard no word of him,
and when one autumn day man in
military cloak rode to the door on
white horse her heart beat quick
"Does Ruth Fuller live hereY he
says, holding thick letter In his hand.
YES ! am Ruth Fuller" and grand
mother reached eagerly for the letter,
for she saw the address In her hus-
bands handwriting.
1.-The postage Is 2 shillins."
Grnndmother's countenance fell, for
there wasn't so much money in the
house.
Guess you don't know me-" remark
cd the man, opening his cape and tip
ping back his cooked hat, but still hold
ing the letter. She knew him then-an
enemy capable of n mean revenge
"Ah, yes, you remember Tom Turner
and how he asked you TO marry him
and you give him Ne, | thankec, and
took John Fuller. | wasn't good enough
to marry ye, but Pm good enough now
to bring We letters from the man that
did, and I'm good enough to charge We
steep price for goin' out o my way.
SO hand over your shillins and take
your letter"
The poor woman told him she had no
money. To be held up In this heartless
and insulting way was n bitter hurt to
her. Her grief was deeper than her
resentment, but she was too proud to
let the cruel fellow see her weep.
Il will get you good dinner" she
said. land feed your horse and give
you pair of nice long stockings"
1t was "A humiliation to plead with
Tom Turner, but she could do no less
Money or nothin'." he says, and he
put the letter In his pocket and rode
away.
Grandmother went into the house
and sat down and cried, and her chill
dren, clinging about her, cried too.
During her long months of waiting, at
odd hours she had spun and woven
cloth and sewed garments and knitted
WOODEN stockings for Johns winter
comfort. trusting to find some way to
send them to him. Now the messenger
had come and gone who could at least
have carried word, and he had refused
even To give her her husbands letter.
Ma, God knows what the bad man
did," sobbed one of the little ones.
He knows what nice things you've
made for pa, and he'll send good man
next time"
The haby's thought relieved the moth
er's despair, and the three lonely hearts
prayed and waited anxiously for the
next time" and, sure enough, before
winter came they saw the same white
horse galloping toward the house. Hes
brought the letter backr they all cried
out together, lot tney DelleNeu tne rid
or to be the same man.
Grandmother rushed from the door
with all her children. The horseman
held out the same letter, and as he
gravely put 1t into her hands she
glanced up TO his face and screamed
for joy.
John! 1t is your
1t did not take her husband long to
tell the rest of the story. Tom Turner
had returned to headquarters, and one
night, made laxative by an extra ra-
ton of rum, he had Dragged how he
got even" with an old sweetheart
who Tilted him. His exploit reached
the ears of his commanding officer,
who took away his commission and
put my grandfather in his place. The
new post rider had brought his own
letter TO his wife. 1t was the first rural
free delivery in Mansfield town.
Youths Companion.