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v . lv ; " mrOwXatiorfs Honor ihd B6nd bf Union:' SATURDAX WASHINGTON N, C. SATURDAY, DECKMBER 27, 1862. NO. 22 MORNING of each week. ;" TERiIS:--ingIe copies fire jCents, in wrappers ..Tat ihe ofScd of publication, XTniott Aljejv ,')..) ! ? ; - Letten and communication are respectful- '"i. !A. limited number of Adrertisementa will (be in serted at the rate of two dollars per square of fif .teea lines or less for the first insertion, anal tjrentj- fire cents for each succeeding nsertlonl ;l j . ' Adrertisements most be marked with the clamber cf insertions desired.' JW fjjf 9- X il 'Corporal Greent" the Orderly cried ; ; Ilere!" was the answer, loud and cle vv From the lips of a soldier Who stood near ; And" V Here l". was the wordthe oezt replied. sar. i- Cyrus DrewT'-then a silence fell . ' .This' time bo answer followed the cal Only his rear-pan bad seen him fall, Killed or wounded, he could not tell. There they stood In the failing light, 4, These men of battle, with grate, dark looks, A plain to be read as open books, j . j . 'While slowly gathered the shades of night The fern on the bill-sides was splashed! with blood. And down in the corn, where the poppies grew, , ' Were redder stains than the poppies knew; ' i y Ana cruason-ayea was the rirer's flood. iid :;i For the foe had crossed from the other ' That day, in the face of a murderous fire LThttJwept theja down in its terriblelre ' : And their life-blood went to color! the ude " HerhitCltnerf-At tt " Two stalwart soldiers Into the tine, j i "Bearing between them this Herbert (jJHne, .TSTounded and bleediag, to amwer his name. i. ! - -iiti: . : ii , Ezra Kerr l"-and a roice answered Here I Hiram Kerr T but no man replied : 4 They" were brothers, these two; the fad wind . sighed, : V l -yUA And a shudder crept through the; corn-field near. ' . . ' . .- J . "!li.vT:f I' ' i ' Epbraim Deane T'then a soldier spoke : ? j ' n'.Deane carried our regiment colors' he said, 2 V When our Ensign was shot ;'f I lefi him dead i Just sifter the enemy watered and broke. him to drink; . : 111 Close to the roadside his body Y I paused a moment and gare He murmured his mother's name, I think J And Death came with it and closed his eyes.' Twas a Victory' yes : but it cost us dear: For that company's roll when called jat night. Of a hundred men who went into the Numbered but twenty that answered "j fight, rr.' f ? Ana "wnen are you to married, An nie ?" asked my: friend Lucy, as I care fully laid sside my bridal veil and wreadi, 7hich I had' been showing heri;i r ? There was something in the tone of her yoice tbat, struck a pang to my heart, thonghl knew not wy, and I answered hastily, while the warm blood mounted to my ceeeksjt, -: ''-M'M ' : ""In" two weeks from to-morrow even-1 mg if nothing happens to preveit." tK "And that there will any thing hap pen you do not expect ?ff said tucyi looking icriously into my; face.; !''; 'jdl-J; ' . jl :;.. ,M.Of course not, why should ! I dear? IFrro weeks is not a very lengthy period, certainly, and before half that' time has expired, Walter is coming to Elton."' ; " Are you sure pf this inquired Lu cy... ;-) rl !. ;i . J "As sure as we are of anything," lj re plied.1 ; "Are you a prophetess r " Can you lpeer into futurity, and ' tjsll mi if there is any reason why this shall not be br.a,, j, ... i.i i 1. 1 am' tor prophetess,? dffhed Lacy, " And yet, Walter may never come to white as death ; my eyes as wild 'and star iu: If he should not " she did notfio- f ing as though I had .been wrestling with the:' great conqueror, lanes ot purple laj about my lips, which looked as if they were frozen; frozen with such a pitiful expression of wpe dauerreotyped upon them. 1 clasped j my icy hands .over my eyes to shut out the picture which 1 had not strength enough to turn away from. " Forget this as she lelt the : v M An J yet vlzt T?. I demanded inpa j?.4 w frxitr.tcd by ;icr cirincr.' - J - ish the sentence, but fixed her eyes sad ly .on my face; J-:'rv- '';!1Vv'sr ' " t " There are no ffe about it,'-! said I. : " what has taken possession of you that you appear bo strangely?" j ; i f "I dam not tell you was ,tho slowly spoken reply, " but to-day I have learned something dreadful' J I Dreadful! What can it ber VYai- ter, no notaing nas nappeneuxo aim, x am sure, leu xue uo not torxuro me a momenta 'Wa Iter " What, Lucy ? I shall go crazy youjli kill me it you ao not tell me. l cried, grasping her hands ana holding them firmly. . ;.:, ' ' ; " Walter is married r m r : I ; "Married. Lucy married, is that all Did vou thing to trighten me with suchl m absurd story as that ? i Shame 1" , i r I laughed hysterically ,hs I said this, and tears gushed freely from my eyes. : " It is true,; Annie; I read it in to-day's japer, Mr. Walter f Mayo to Mbs MJss -I can think " .If i ' t I " Helen S tickney !" I gasped, grasping her hands again.; ; .' . r-; ;:- ' ; ' : - " Yes, that was the name. f They were married in London." 7! '" ? ' " Have you the paper? ; I cannot cred it what you have seen. I must read, it read it myself 1" V : i :f .; :V j-' She drew a paper from her pocket a id pointed to the marriage HstJ My eyes seemed starting from , their sockets as I read. My senses were not to be trusted, it could not be, ancl yet, and yet .here it was plain,! si mple and indispo table : ! , "Mr. Walter Mayo, of Elton, to Miss Helen Stickney, ofDondon." It Walter Mayo-my, my 'Walter maW ried to the proud, wealthy, city belle ! j " (xo from me, Ducy, please, I saio, turning away from her. me- go l" iV!. ' ., 1. staTfircred to a chair room. 1 1 pressed my hands to my throb bing temples. Ij tried to believe myself in the midst of some horrid dream from which! should soon awaken. ! I would not'suppress my wild sobs of grief;' I would let them come the dreadful spell would sooner pass away. But no there was no change. r My heart grew heavier every moment. The light that streamed in at the window: was that of early morn ing upon which my eyes had just opened. There were sounds of busy life about the house; the children were j out on the grassy lawn. I had heard their merry shout, arid watched them at their play nearly! all the long sum mer afternoon! There were flowers on my table ; real flowers that my little brother brought me in the morning, when the dew was on them. 1 1 was awake, alive; a reality. Before my eyes was proof of my wretch edness in j my hands I held it. Gkd pity me, it was real, real. , "Mr. Walter Mayo to Miss Helen Stick ney," that Kwas i all;-but my heart was breaking. My brain whirled like a mani ac's. The mighty truth clasped, itself about every things It was within me, and around me a Dove and Deneatn me. There was no leaving it, no forgetting it. There was no rest for me ; constan tly my heart must bear up its i terrible load ofgrief ,H l-.'i-.f'ti:.',:;. : -i; ;i "M i'v" "And yet it was no won dor," I thought while the calmnesss of despair settled up on me, " no won dor that he should pre fer the . brilliantaccomplished city belle to me, me the simple, quiet unpretending couniry, gin 1 , x naa oiien neara mm praise her; she was like a sister to him he had said. Tehaps of a sudden he had I found that he had loved her better than me. - God only knew I But ; oh, it Was cruel, so hard to bear! L could notr could not live 1' 1 ,-.U: 1 . "Did people ever dio when 6uch grief came upon them V 1 T7ondQrcd, At so x. Deiievea mat x was ayinf?. Jt rps ana went to . tho xairrcr. ; Hy, faco i uia Doctor stepped him V asked the My senses seemed leavining me, as with a low moan of agony escaping from my lips I sank helplessly on the floor. . ! When 1 awoke to consciousness, I was in my mother's room ling upon her bed, with her dear face anxious and tearful, bending over me.' " I was extremely ill" she said. " She found me like one dead upon tne floor of my room.. How long I had been there'she could not tell.; She had not called me at tea time because she thought I went -out with Lucy Currier, and had not returned. J The doctor said I must he quiet." "iThe doctor Y-1 repeated, wondering' iy, sranng mio ner iace. "I es, dear, the doctor good Owens ; here he is now," and she aside that I might see him, but I turned my head away murmuring " Walter, Walter I" " You wish to see on my forehead. ! 1 ' I . " See him? Oh,!noJ no, sir V! I cried, sudden strength coming upon mo at the thought, " I shall never see himragainlv " Well, well, you needn't dear, don't mma h, ne saiu sooiningiy, Deueveing me delirious. I sank weanlv back and as I did so I heard per my name. I listened attentively. , M,Had we better telegraph to him I she said.r j .;.;(. j , ., -ft - There is no particular csuse for your doing so. A letter sent by mail to-morrow morning will answer as well. I do not apprehend any serious- results from this attack, j Do as you please, however!" " We will send to-night, then. Walter can come in the I first train to-morrow' answered my father. ! . "Don't dont't j send fcr him," I cried, springing wildlyt up. j " If you love me, do not let him know that I am ill. I shall be better soon. Do not look at me so, j I am not delirious I know what I am say ingdon't send for him I " Why not?" asked my father. " Because, because," I faltered, I can not tell you why." j " f'What'is it. child ?" queried my father. " Walter will never come here again lor me; he is " upon my pillow. mv motner wois- 'What?" He is married to some one else ! read it in to-davs's paper." I said. j To-day's paper," respon ded my .moth er : . I ,.t 'v ' ;f ' Yes, it is in my room go for it." The paper was found, and the evidence of (Walters perfidy read by each member of the family before the wretched truth could be realized,' and then a blank silence followed, and . my mother came to my bedside arid put her dear arms lovingly around roe, and said,' if all others failed, she would rather suffer from his fickle ness a thousand times over than bear up under his guilt; it was all for the best, even though my heart broke under the burden which bore down upon it. How from my inmost soul I blessed that mother for the comforting words she spoko to me, and, while I nestled close ly to her arms, like a frightened, grieved child, and felt warm tears upon my cheeks, her tender kisses upon my lips, through my sorrow, a little vein'of joy found its way, and I thanked God for my mother for my mother's love I t J In a few days I was up and about the house. The pride, that had been numbed by my first shock of sorrow took np life again and came faithfully- to my aid. I pat a seal upon my lips. Upon them should linger no regrets ; play no words of possionato tenderness ; tarry no mmca which had been once uttered vvvithso muph gladness. My heart should prison on its grieft, though in their rebellion it were torn ami broken! Piide should bo the stern sentinel I which I would sot to watch over it. Pride the sexton whicll should bury from the eyes of the world my woe ; the mutilated corpses of my once brillient hopes. The world should have no tombstones to look upon, and say, that in such a place my dead was lvinff: I, and only X knew -the silent restinrr place. . And thus the day went on,' till the timo fixed for Walter's coming was at hand The story of his marriage spread rapidly through i the' village. Every gossip was i ousy with this rare piece of news. If I went out, I was watched as eagerly as though I were a eondemoed criminal or a wild ferocious animal that- was bent upon some fatal mischief. Some said that I was most heart brokeh ; and others that I! was nearly insane ; and others still that I had fallen into a sort of stupor from which I should; never be roused: that in all humau probability I should live but! a short . timo. GoUknowsrI prayed that the last might be so; that every day I prayed not to see the light of another ; that the bridal robes laid away so carefully might be my shroud at the time' l thought I should become a bles sed, happy wife I ji j . ;' T -. . ; The day on which Walter Was to corao dawned at last.. I knew, expected that it would be a wretched one to me,' and I shuddered when tts light broke clear and rosily at my wmdows. O, how every thing mocked me, ori that morning I Tho mist rose up I ke a fragrant breath . from tho lowlands at the first warm kiss of the sun, and lay like a white mantle nt feet . of rswect green ; hills. The' ficlia stretched away, glistened in the sunlight with jewels; and the birds hymned out their praises r ch and clear upon the morn ing air. In all this how wretchedly, how wickedly I cursed tht very fate that ciadD me look upon it-live to see it. ! wandereb6ut inio the woods, wher6 the silence grew more terrible than the busy, bustling sounds of human, li e. I went back to tho villago again wearily toward h9me. Irwcnt past the- station, j A train had just that moment came in; I had promised to meet Walter there, at that very hour. I turned back, I knew not why; perhaps I thought to cheat myself for a moment into the belief that I should meet him as I had promised; that the past week was a! myth, a dream. As I did so a well j known voice sounded upon my ear. -I turned quickly around, the blood receding rapidly from ny browy cheeks and lips. Merciful heavens I Walter Mayo was standing before xae, with a beautiful, showily dressed woman leaning upon hU arm I : i , V 0, if 1 could but be, away from this spot IV J thought, as a terri ble. faintness came over me. "Was pride firihisned from her nest again t Should I, give up there, sink before those cold, criticising eyes I No, no," and with a strong cfibrt I moved on, directly past them. At I did 50, Walter's gaxe fell upon me. j " Ah; there is Annie," he said, this way, Helen ;" and going towards me, ho hfild nut In, hand, i r : x I drew back. A rapid light shot frcia my eyes. I My lips quivered, my I wielo frame trembled with emotion I would not bear his insults, for every word that he might speak to me afler what he jhad done, was indeed an insult. I looked disdainfully at his proffered hand ssd turned away. "1' : ' j ' : i -J' ' ;j "Why, Annie, what is the matter, ycx are looking as white- as death ?" ; ho c claimed, laying his hand ,nptn my r.r.r.; Why do you turn away scA-v;htt x!c :i this mean?"- j - Oh, how "the Umdttutiict hi' x'" went down to mylicartjand p!c-c!:J : . ths stcrq eeatincl, pridot Hon it ;c . I
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