Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1901-04-16
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Bother Lord Chesterfield" said the
irreverent Polly. do let that POM
pous old fool sleep in his tomb, auntie,
dear. An d'you think Lord Chesterfield"
she went on. with kindling eye, with
all his mincin airs an graces, would a
bowed down an smirked befo' ba'-
barous foe? No! He'd a whipped
out his rapier an stabbed 'em to the
heart" And she threw her 1.-THE grace
into fencing position and made a
thrust with her switch as If she would
have liked to skewer President Lincoln
and all his generals at one fell coup.
"Oh, Polly" moaned the shocked
Aunt Pam. melting into a drizzle OF
tears, zone of the wust things about
this awful waw is that 1t prevented
your goin to seminary an acquirin
the polish of your long line Of distin-
guished ancestors" Whereupon the
young woman with hug and kiss sooth.
ed the spinster into her wOnted calm.
Tom, pondering much, leaned on the
rickety gate opening into the grass
grown lane on the afternoon of the
Casarian victory. Uncle Jonas hob
bled up to him with the weight Of an
empire puckering his wizened face.
Every kink of snowy wool had bris-
tied on this ancient servtor's head
when he had been informed of Pom
pey's heinous crime. Major domo of
the meager following which waited on
fallen Brundage fortunes, their wreck
had not abated his sense OF the family
Importance. Shaking his rheumy fist
at the distant woods and talking We
hemently to himself about 'dat mis'bul
niggah Pomp," he scarcely noticed the
soldiers presence.
"Hello, Uncle Jonas" said Tom. II
hope you're not going to give Pompey
another licking when he comes back"
"Fo' de Lawd, Mars Yank," the old
man replied solemnly, missy Polly
drefful mad. COS she 'spected Pomp to
w'op, an it war 'e's duty to w'op an do
wat missy t'ink. She lax to hab 'er
own way, lax all de Brundages, an TO
wy not? Das allus de rite way wat
de Brundages want. Lawd a massy,
dars Mars Wat, e ossifer In Mars
Ginnul Stuart's calbary now," and
Uncle Pompey waxed garrulous. "W'en
e war young, nubbudy c'ud put bit
In 'e's mouf 'cep' ole Mars Ginnul, 'e's
gran'pa, TO he done gone up norf to
Wes' Pint, @ war dat beyutiful ram.
pagyus. Yassah. @ de best young
mars ev' was, an Missy Polly Jes' LAX
'em. wy, Mars Wat, ed jes' cut o
sassy niggah obcr de aid wild 'e's w'ip
an den glib 'em q dollah. Yassah, das
wat he done. Yo' sh'ud jes' see de
cap'en now. e carry sod siz foot
long. Pray dc Lawd 20 nebber cum
TO 'em. wy. g slice yo' aid jes' lax
watermillion."
"what an ogre to eat up little boys"
laughed Tom. "Well, / shall have to
be on my guard against your head
slicing captain"
"Uncle Jonas, Uncle Jonas, ! want
youw called o voice from the house,
and Tom SOW Miss Pamela Brundage
beckoning. The old fellow shufled
away, to return again with the impor-
tance Of an ambassador. Bowing as
low as his rusty Joints would serve, he
said: "Yo'se greatly 'onnahed, Mars
Yank, sub 20. Dey family ak de
plaishar ub 20 company at deb own
dinnah table Mt 70 dis afternoon. /
spects 'twar dat fish, de fust trout ub
de yare," he uumbled discontentedly,
yet smacked his toothless gums. Tom
accepted his novel billet and went to
his quarters in IN outbulldipg to smart.
en- his toilet. His meals had always
been served to him alone, and now he
was to be the guest Of thrcadbare gen.
tility. His pulse Quickened O heartbeat
or two in spite Of himself ut the
thought Of Polly.
The board spread on the front porch
carried q glitter Of old family plate Oh
the curiously Garned and bcpatchcd
cloth, The fried fish was fanked with
O savOry platter Of bacon and green's
and appetite prlcked sharply ut their
homely bidding. a stately wreck OF o
man sat in tho wheeled chair at th>'
foot. Brilliant black eyes, still atre
with indcmitah!e spirit, gnrc the lie to
twitchirg features and rigid limbs, and
there was something which went to
the heart in the struggle to lift an i'm.
potent hand in salute. His thick tongue
broke into splutter Of sounds, and his
daughter translated to the soldier
guest:
"The general thanks you for your
cyurtesy an desires to apologize that
he cyan't talk with you. My father,
YOU know, sub, is greatly afflicted"
A world of impatient scorn spoke In
the paralytic eyes, as one disdainlns
any overt sympathy, and the strong
young soldier fancied he could read
those sparkling glances: 1.-The clay is
chained fast, but the will and spirit
are a-saddle, leading a column of sa-
bers in the thick Of the war game.
The eloquence Of his look softened to
another mood as it was bent on the
frank intelligence of Toms aspect. His
own grandson, the last to uphold the
honor of his name, like this fine north
erner and enemy, was part OF the
dreadful machinery forever lacerating
and crushing out lives. Both. too,
might within a few weeks be it's vic
tins, with cold faces turned up to the
cold sky. The sad irony Of that regard
embarrassed young Wentworth, but he
replied to Miss Brundage's words with
quick tact:
81 happen to know little Of General
Brundage's past. He has done SO much
in peace and war that on our side we
should quite rejoice he can't be active
against us were it not that his own
suffering Is the gaoler."
Miss Brundage beamed graciously,