Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 2, Number 18, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 October 1871 — Page 6

{From the Galaxy for November.] A SICILIAN MIDNIGHT MADRIGAL. •V' BY HOWARD GLTJTDOJf. f-'la Bleep'* still mansion dost thoa lie en cloistered, A

Thou Lily of my heart,

ifJly the cool dream-water*, in the Hall of Shadows, nv

Bare

Tb^ sweetness hived apart. unclose! shine out, my Star of Even! We are waiting, all, for thee For the flowers of Earth and the gentle eyes of Heaven .-Are keeping watch with me?" •,

Her head is quiet on her maiden pillow, Her sweet eyes in eclipse Bat she thrills in sleep, through all her gentie members, .t

To her vermeil finger tips.

"The wind of midnight prints Its humid kisses Upon my lifted brow— pale with pleasure, faint with only thinking

Shouldat thou caress me—thou!

"Oh: pain of Love! desire, that smites with anguish And deep, delirious dole! &tlr In thy dainty neat, my bird! and listen

To the nlght-»ong of my soul!"

Jler cheeks ele&m redder through the rich dark lattice Of her lw hair's unbound (trace— There is look of hearing far-off music

Upon her tranced face. "The Hours go reeling, drunken with aroma—

I am spent with odorous pain The citron petals that my feet are crushing Fall in a nectarous ruin. The priestess Night takes up her mystic censer

At Nature's moonlit shrine My love consumes my life in costlier Incense, Beloved! to burn at thine!"

The dream flush rises to her nun-like forehead, Khe is troubled In her sleep, one slight hands stirs, as if it sought another

To nestle in its keep.

"The deep strong pulses of thVlaartK are timing To tho heaving* of the sea But the old concord ol my life Is Jangled

For the sweet sake of thee! I wuld spell out the stare' mysterious mean ing* s"

By the light of thy dear eyes: I could tell thee al! that the flowers and winds are plotting,

My Rose of Paradise! •'Thou dost embody the unwritten poem Of tills midsummer's night. Oh! my Hegtna of the Perfect Presence!

My wonderful Delight! Ah! to snow thee up In a shower of myrtle blossoms

Heap violets on thy br^ttst— And then, with kisses part thy spicy covert, To say, 'I love thee best!' Her languid arms unconsciously are lifted

In that caressing way lu which a white dove ruffles its soft pinions On a happy pairing day. "Hhall I not move thee from thy cold white silence

By the strange strength of pain? 1 will conquer all the allied worlds to clasp the ?,

If thou love me back again. My life is heavy, with Its sole,sweet secret— Heboid! 1 cry to thee! Klse from thine Kdun-dreams, sweetheart! and listen—

Listen! and answer me!" Like a pale-pink bud Hung on a moonlit snowdrift,

Khe sleeps lu saintly white But her listening lu-art is panged with helpless yearnlnn,

While his sorrow sweetens night.

I From tho Lakeside (Chicago) Monthly.]

Jack Dessart.

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"So Jack Dessart wont nway," and the young laily who had boon tolling very long story about this Jack Dessart finished It tip tints with a defiantly Indifferent tono in her voice, and an exoitod sparklo in her sweet brown eyog, which hardly harmonised.

Tho "Springs" was tho unpretending name or a quiet watorlng-placo hid away among tho slaty hills of Kentucky. It piijoyed an onviablo local reputation, being a groat place of ro«ort for the host families in tho neighborhood consequently in tho summer soason tho hotel was always crowded willi representatives of all ages oxoopt tho dubious one of infancy. 1 had porsuuded my mother to go there. She was very weak they told mo she was dying ol consumption, but I refused to believe it and with tho hopo of those voting days looked for tho recovery 1 wits never to see. 1 don't think I shall over forgot the least little thing of tho many things which helped to inako this quiet corner SO lovely and enchanting. There was the fine niagnesian vein with tho oldfashioned curb and tho queer, low trelils»work running around tho sides of tho spring, and the shelf with Its array of mugs ami tumblors. A hard-beaten path led from tho spring to the groat lumbering hotel, always cipablo of holding one moro, its venerable sidos laden wish masses of tr urn pot vino and cringing Ivv. No brick or plank walks were hero "to spoil tho poetry of the place, but an air of hospitality "ami solid Southern comfort pervaded all things. In accordance with Southern custom, there was a verandah wherever vou could possibly get one, and these with tho aid of tho vines find balustrades made such cosy pleasant places to sit In, and such lovely cornors for flirtation with its sweet fooleries. In sooth, tho thing was well understood here, for those corners, where the leaves were thickest and tue shadows the heaviest in the summer evenings, were the ones* appropriated to the young people. Great sprawling beeches and more stately oaks and walnuts were scattered here ami there in the rear of the hotel. A little way back the massive trunks stood thick, and overhead the branches and leaves were matted and woven together as if in conspiracy to keep out tuo sunlight. Many and* many a name was carved in the bark of these forest kings monograms of all varieties of style, with nourishes meant for adornment and prool of jack-knife proficiency. Some names were intertwined these were generally faint and uncertain as If half ashamed of their own existence—all bat one pair.

It is with these two names so deeply out In tho smooth beech-ba.k and so lovingly Intertwined, this story has much to do. "Jack Dessart" and "Allio Burchard." carved In horizontal figure eight-shape. Jack Dessart had been the mathematician of his class at college, aud doubtless, while carving the names in this shape, recollected that the same figure sometimes representee! infinity. This spoke well tor Jack's wit, if his wit and his wishes pointed in the same direction.

Before I had been a habitant at the "Springs" a week I became well acquainted with Allle. We took long walks together, and grew very confidential as young girls are apt to be. On one occasion our walk led out over the hills, by a path we had never gone before, and then It was I first saw the name "Jack PeasarU" "Jack Dessart? Who Is he?" I asked, turning inquiringly to ber. lie Oh! he ia a young gentleman from the North, attending college at Harvard or Yale or some other place." |Ia has been takltw liberties with ••our name,I abouldJudge from appearjwtoes." I remarked.

Yes?" said she, in a provokingly half-quostlonlng, half-contemptuous tone I had never noticed before, and then, seeing thit I was hurt, continued —"Oh 1 never mind. Lou. come on to the 'Turn/ and I'll tell you all about him." The "Turn" was a pleasant, secluded bend of the creek, which ran close under the foot of the hill, a perfect little fairy bower, with great mossy stones for Beats.

After sitting silent some moments, while savagely tearing in pieces a poor sprig of fern, she suddenly burst out in her impetuous frank way:

You see Jack Daessrt came here last summer, and being very good looking and a very lively companion, we amused each other. Whatever possessed him tow ander off in this remote corner of the world I never could imagine. He said he had made up mind to have a Southern tour after Commencement Day, so he came down the Ohio to Maysville, and from there happened out in this direction. Any way I had been out rambling much the same as we have, and on my return saw a gentleman of medium size standing, with his bridle-rein thrown over his arm, talking to the proprietor. As I came toward the spring he turned slightly and looked at me out of a splendid pair of deep blue eyes. I noticed he nad clear bright complexion, with dark hair and eye-brows. The next morning I was introduced In due form to Mr. Dessart."

She stopped here, and we sat in silence she looked at the wreck of the fern leaf, I looking at her expectantly.

Well, you know me well enough to guess the probable result," she continued. "Being where we were constantly thrown into one another's way, and the long and short of it is, we had a most desperate flirtation. Don't think by this that ho was an innocent victim to my wiles ho was fully up to any little game like that, and gave as good as was sent."

I could see plainly that she was growing excited over her narration her eyes flashed and she tore the poor lern loaf with savage nervousness.

Wo walked together and rode together daily and so the summer went away. He forgot about his Southern trip—strange."

Well," said I, after a long pause on her part. Well?" said she, impatiently. He touched his cap to me one morning and rode away, saying he must go North with never a wora else beyond the customary courtesies, expressing the wish that he might seo mo again. And so ended one of my many affaires d* cceur. I left for home shortly afterward, and so Jack Dessart and I parted. Don't imagine by this," half angrily, "that there was any sickly lover's quarrel between us we had never played the lovers in tho slightest sense, and consequently parted as two chance acquaintances should."

Sho rose and looked down the open channel of the brook for some time with a dreamy far-ott' expression in her eyes, then coming back to her ordinary self, observed that it was time to go back to the "Springs." So back we went among the thickly-standing troe trunks, marked with tho names of many a dltwho has since gone to sleep forever, past the letters cut so boldly together, just discernible in the gathering gloom of the forest, out into tho light of the opening where the sunsot rays still lingered lovingly as if loth to loave so beautiful a resting placo.

All tho guests were taking the evenng air, with tho exception of two or throo chubby children playing at hide nnrt oeck nmong tho loftveo of tKo Ivy, and rolling down the stairs of tho hall. Close by tho spring stood tho landlord, atui close by him, with ono arm over hlstionre'w neck, eitool »y6omr man uncovered, with tho dark moist hair thrown back from tho forehead in a carelessly careful way. Wo had to pass closo by them, and as I recognized tho face, instinctlvoly I turned tosoe the ofleet on my companion. A slight cloud of crimson fluttered for an instant about her temples, leaving her little paler than usual. His face was not a bountiful one, but striking in its intellectuality. Hut tho eyes were the light, tho life, tho glory of the face. Largo blue ones they wore and vet of that peculiar blue so susceptible of change eyes that could bo melting in their softness, and stormily dark in their wrath eyes piercing and restless at times, and at times full of an infinite grace and love, and yet they wore capable of that unspeakablo hauteur that is almost insolence. Aud this was Jack Dessart.

He bowed gracefully, Allio Icily. Tills is an unexpected pleasure, Miss Burchard."

Indeed in that sarcastic tone, and then, when she saw him glanco at mo —"Miss Maury.Mr. Dessart." He looked over tnv head and bowed.

You havo started on that Southern tour again?" Ho flushed a littlo at this, and taking down his hand from his horse's mane, held up a Lieutonant's cap beforo us. Allio turned a shade paler sho was a staunch rebel and a strong ono. Sho might have known if he took sides he would take the Northern, and vet In spite of it I saw her lips close and compress tho least in tho world. Jack Dessart saw It also. She had given me a glance, as much as to say, "Be entirely ignorant of Jack Dessart but I thought to mvself her prido Is speaking now,and pride has kept these two apart all these davs I'll have none of It. In my missionary seal I sought to bring thom together.

You nave been to the "Turn Yes, wo happened along that way. The old rocks wero too much of an undertaking, so we sat down."

And we also examined that great beech-tree Just back there," said I not wishing to be a nonentity in the conversation.

Ah," says the Imperturbable Jack, "those names wero carved about two years ago were they not, Miss Burchard "Yon owed to have a good memory vou ought to know, Mr. Dessart. But vou must excuse me If I do not remember dates and such little things to-day. I've a slight headache, and then these times are too troublous and too sectional for me to think of times past." "Oh, convenient pain." thought I. "Oh, irrational excuse, AllieBurchard what ails vou to act so

The next day, however, Allie was in all the glory of her most charming mood. Her clear brunette face was lighted np with the glamour of pleaMnt excitement. "La reine amuse," I thought, as I watched the two eonversing, as much by signs and looks as words. The Queen may amuse herself but it seemed to me she had a king to do with. Allie's rippling Laugh rang oat on the sweet summer air as happy and jovotts as a bird's. Why should It not/' thought I "this Jack Dessart exercises a strange fascination over one, with those magnificent eyes of his, and then he seems so strong, so forceful, so manly." I stopped suddenly in my burst of admiration, and looked around me in a scared way see if anyone was in ear-shot, for 1 really eonld not tell whether mv soliloquy had been mental or out-spoken. It pot

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me into quite a tremble of maidenly modesty. I concluded very suddenly I bad "best be careful how I thought

modesty. I concluded very suddenly

and talked of Jack Dessart. Just as I rose to go further away from the bank on which they sat, Allie called to me in a laughing mocking way that made my nerves grate a little it did not seem natural or friendly. However I, went. There they sat, side by side. In Allie's open hand lay four ap-ple-seeds forming an exact square—and a pretty hand was Allie's too, set off by a soltaire and a pl:dn gold band. The black seeds glistened in that fairy little palm like points of jet on the petals of a water lilly. True, this seems a rather far fetched simile, but I had this thought at my first glance.

Said Jack Dessart: "I have been trying an old-fashioned way of telling fortunes I used to practice when a boy these apple-seeds have declared over and over again that you and I bhall come together some day."

Your apple-seeds are very silly sooth-sayers, Mr. Dessart." I was nettled by the cool carelessness with which he addressed me. "You think so, Miss Lou?" Jack Dessart had fallen into a pleasant way they used to have in Kentucky, of calling young ladies by their given names though always, of course, with the prim "Miss" prefixed.

Why do you not call from the deep well of your memory the various other classical games of your youth, Mr. Dessart

I am very willing, I assure you," and he smiled a hearty, roguish smile that disarmed mo utterly. All this

time Allie sat silently looking down at the streair. as it scrambled over the smooth pebbles and slipped under a mass of driftwood. She was thinking, and I knew well enough the proposition she was demonstrating to hersel' so earnestly and mercilessly.

The next morning Jack Dessart went away his furlough was up, and he needs must go. I waited an hour after breakfast for Allie to come and tell her story. I knew she would come.

I said to her, "Well?" She looked palo, and there was a strained weariness in her lace but the look changed, and catching mo in her arms she kissed me quickly again and again—"Oh, Lou, I'm so, so happy, and yet so miserable!"

Ho told me ot his ltfve just after you left. Somehow, I've felt all along he lovod me in spite of circumstances, and yesterday was such a pleasant day. I wanted to be icily cold to him, for he is going to fight against my brother. I hate him for it!"—passionately. He told me of his love, and I repulsed him." The beautiful face all aglow with the marvellous grace of love, sank lower and lower, until it took refuge on my shoulder. 't" "Well," I said, "is that all?"

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A closer strain ot tho encircling armswas all tho reply I received at first, and then—"I reoulscd him but O, Lou! he was so bold! Ho gathered me clo&o to him and kissed me. I wanted to break away and yet it was so sweet, so deliciously sweet to feel his strong arms around me."

My heart was all in sympathy with hers. What woman's heart would not bo Aud then I could not appreciate the strength of her political ties and sectional education. I could not see why sho should not love him and love him freely so I just caressed the lovely head and thought to myself what a trembling, holy tenderness this love had imparted to tho proud, stately, well-poised woman of yesterday. "I have been in a passion of tears ii1 luinni iim« nil nnH. jJjjil morning 1 rose to oid nun gooa-uy( But O, Lou I could not bid him Godspeed, for he ha3 gono to brot.bi—Vj£»

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Tho summer of 18(53 was tho darkest of our dark summers, although we had defeated Leo at Gettysburg arid haa taken Yicksburg. In the West the campaign was Ipusbed on, that was to culminate in tho battle of Chicamauga. Bragg had flown from Chattanooga and Koseerans must needs cut off nis retreat. From the 3d to tho 7th ot September, his mighty army, the heart's blood of the nation, was flung out in long lines of pursuit, but behold! on the 8th Koseerans heard that Bragg, reinforced, had turned and struck for i0y

Dessart, on the morning ot the 20th, was with the reserve under Granger, near Rossville. A division staff officer, he had been sent thither previously, with Instructions to report to the General commanding, so throughout that long morning'he stood in trembling anxiety while the roar of the battle rose higher and higher on the Sabbath air, while again and again the dirty gray masses of living valor rolled back and forth along Thomas's line, now sweeping forward, now pushed back, fust as yon have seen the great waves of the sea trembling terrlblv against the firm shore. The staunch old hero stood nobly In the breach, but ho was over worked, and so regiment by regiment division by division his corps melted before the desperate rebel onset, only to take up a new position close under Missionary Ridge. He had been bard pressed ftosecrans must send him toocor the fetal order is given that lost the battle for us, and Wood's brigade fells back from the centre to support theieft thus leaving a great interval in the Rne which was to have been filled np, but never was filled by Union troops. Pbe rebels seeing theopportunity ponreahito the gap, and our army was bt*«n in wo. Juat as the waters of the German sea surging against its artiffeial banks, when once they have made an entrance, pour in though in ever Increasing volume tearing at the raged odges of the broken barrier with fididiah energy, carrying universal (testation so regiment after regiment dtft-

and right were gone. Jack Dessart ponld hear the roar of retreat rise even higher than the noise of battle. Infantry, artillery, and cavalry all jammed into one conglomerate mass streamed down toward the narrow passon the way to Rossville. There the scene was horror outdone. All order, all sense, all manliness destroyed for the moment, thetrlghtened, demoralized mass of humanity poured through while the rebel bullets and shells sprinkled, and spattered, and burst in their midst. Was it not an awful day for the North I had cousins I loved, an uncle I reverenced, in that fleeing, struggling flood, who saw and felt and heard au its terrors, and came through safe. Other friends I had who were never heard of more, and yet I was only one among thousands.

Our centre was gone, our right was gone, our commander was gone, and yet the noble left with its stout hearted chief stood up alone in the field, terrible even in its solitude, unshrinking and undisgraced even this hour ol shame. It was our rock of defense our wall of salvation under God, on that sorrowful field. Down upon it like an avalanche came the rebel host, three-score and more thousand strong, but a high and grand determination was there in every soul, from Thomas down to the humblest private. The nation's fate was in their hands, and manfully did they accept and maintain the trust. The storm of battle raged and howled along their bayonets in vain. The victorious foo charged bravely, recklessly again and again, but only to have their victory changed to defeat, their joy into mourning. On Thoq^p* right, at rising angles^ with is line a slight elevation ran, with an jening directly in his rear. Looking to this point he could see heavy columns of the enemy advancing. He had not a man or a gun to oppose them, his worn-out men were still fighting for life or death in front, vastly outnumbered. If these yelling fiends came upon his rear, there would be nothing left but quick butchery and complete surrender.

But opposite to them, across the fields, come dark masses of men with swift swinging tread. It was the reserve. JaclrJDessart was with it. Granger had waited on and on, but no message came, to order him to the field. On his own responsibility he started, and arrived just when the late of the heroic left was trembling iuHhe balance. Across the plain tfeey .swept, with Stead man at the head and the dear eld flag floating beside him. Kaw troops they were for the most part, but enthusiasm stood them in the place of experience. Face to face, htmd to hand, they met Hindman's old warriors debouching from the gorge. Straight on they presssed the desolating sleet ol death whirled along their front to no purpose right though Hindmhn's lines, stamping them to pieces, capturing the guns, driving the discomfited enomy until they reached tho ridge then they halted. Jack Dessart's horse was killed under him, his left arm was broken by the fall, but he had his right hand still, ^aon he pressed. Steadman comes to the ground,brvlwed and bleeding. A young rebel officer springs toward him. but Jack Dessart is there between tnela they fire together and fall—not a yard apart. It was a noble, wonderful charge." Of the 3,000 that made 1^1,000 were loft behind but what artiXthousand lives to an army's salvation Longstrect and llinduian ranged against tne»shattored remnant 1_ I Mill A.lln. ed on tho bloody knoll.

And so at length the desecrated Sabbath refined its wontea quiet, the a«»y faded out in tho west, and the holy twilight settled down calmly and lovingly, spreading its sorrowful pitying

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all over the dead and dying, as if to out the ugliness of man's anger. III. Jack Dessart looked very pule and interesting in his state of convalescence no doubt a bandaged arm, a perforated shoulder, and pitiful physical weakness generally, wore decidedly unpleasant things IJut Jack had that which is and'over has been tho best tonic to one who is 'wearily retracing his way from the hills that border tho val-

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Chattanooga. It tho latter could reach tli© love of tho woman he loved, and the place beforo tho former could re- that, too, noar at hand—not mereconcentrate his scattored divisions, he jy uie mocking memory. For tho face could annihilate him in detail. wo droam of most is always tho most

tendon's corps would receive the shock first, Thomas must come, and McCook must como ere Koseerans could be ready for the work before him. Hour after hour tho former's corps poured through Stevens' Gap, which a lucky blunder had left open to him, until at last Thomas formed at Crittenden's right. But all this time McCook was over lookout Mountain, miles away. With an almost miraculous intuition, he, instead of taking tho ordinary route, by which he would hove lost his army, crossed tho mountain into Lookout Vallev and then recrossed at the Gap, and so at last wo had a left, centre and right to our line. During the night of tho 18th, Thomas, per order, fell back from the centre and took position on the left, while McCook moved up to fill his place ou tho right. In this position, while tho army was still in motion, camo tho drawn battle of the 19th. Tho strong old left under tho Immortal Thomas, drove the enemy, but tho centre was so driven in as to counteract all his efforts. Over the wires the lightning carried the results of the day's fighting, and the great heart of tho Northwest, bound up in its army, gave a mighty shuddering sigh, and was still In an agony ot expectation.

shadow of death. He had

difllcult to fix before us it has its flittings and comings, as sweotly vexatious as tho murmuring waters for which tho Tantalus was doomed to long forever.

Jack Dessart had come North as soon is his wounds would {Allow hiui of ourse, he started for the "Springs" imncdiately. Allio was still there, and was I sho had no placo that she iked botter her parents were dead, nd sho did not agree with herbrother--law.

And so, alter all, it seemed that tho Id proverb was to be contradicted, ho gods had smiled at last upon these ,vo. As for Allio, her life seomod to rtako equally of joy and weeping, xiety and content, peace and suffor-

She and I had oeen together all time of Jack's absence, in more rnses than one. I was not demontive or fussy in my Unionism, so, bough we took different ideas on the issue that divided the land, it river seemed to affeA our relations. IJ fact, we were both fond of company, when we were lonesome each was tb other's only refuge. Wo cobkl not ajord to quarrel, even If we wished all then wo were both so awed by the si Iness that came before the storm. he more precious the objects exposthe moro anxious our anxiety, the are wearing our fear. It would nave txn amusing to me at times, had it been almost tragic, to see my compaion's conflicting emotions. She tofed Jack with all the fervor of a fervUnature, but then there was her only briher, who had been, from her babyhod, her counsellor and her protector. Beig one of those 4igh, generous soi s, who delight in giving themselves as entire sacrifice to their love, she kn not what to do. She could not giviup her brother it seemed harder sti^to give up her lover. Between the tw$he worried constantly but Allie ne^r appeared as womanly in my eyes as i) those days of trial. ibe thing drifted on until September bame, bringing Chicamauga and a from Jack, which said simply was wounded, bnt would meet n. So news from her brother ing, wearing terror preyed upon her. jTtie lover who was alive had wellnigh: been forgotten in the brother she feared was dead. This lasttil Jack's appearance, when the brother was forgotten in the present lover. His wan. thin face made ner hart achfe, while his glance made the bfcod leap into ber temples crimson as theidying day. With what an unspeakible tenderneas did she hoverover m, ler eves laden with wondrous srmpghy, her very manner betraying the ldre she eared not to conceal. Every touch of her fingers gave life and streogti and happiness unto this poor,

tirod Jack Dessart. No wonder he improved daily, and daily grew more depended on tnan depending—more the protector than the protected—as was nis right and duty.

As was our custom, we returned by the old route Allie was sitting on a reat massive block of limestone, with ack leaning on his elbow at her feet. We were greeted with a merrv invitation to partake of their hospitality, and we sat down with them to listen to the talk and watch the swift waters, as they whirled altfng. The "Turn" was the same old place, unchanged, with the exception of a narrow log which had been thrown across the stream by the late freshet. Jack had been telling of his camp-life, and very naturally, Mr. Lamont questioned him about the last great battle. Allie started and turned ale at the word "Chicamauga," but, eing too well-bred to interupt, the conversation went on.

You soe," continued Jaok, "the day was irrevocably lost on the right and centre before wo becamo engaged Away oft' in our rear tho roar of retreat rose up, almost drowning the noise of tho fighting on the left, where Thomas was. Granger 1 retted aud fuuied in his impatience, like all the rest of us. He strained his eyes in the direction of head-quarters, which were already swept away by the flood, Koseerans and all. So all our looking was vain no Aide-de-Camp came. The papers havo told you how wo camo on the field just in the nick of time, how we charged across tho opening upon Hindman's men, how we walked right ovei* them in spite ot their bravery. The papers will tell you all this, but they can't tell you how tho obscure Lieut. Dessart met his wound. "I can't dQ|cribe how I felt, except by saying the feeling was simply magnificent. Of Otifame, like most others, I was scarod sCArst, but that soon passed away inl^t ^pultation of battle. I uutfl my horse man yself ignomlniously earth. My left arm itit I kept on, and manfront of Steadman as he

kept close was killed, tumbled hung uselosi aged to get 1 fell, just in time to shoot a young fellow, and get knocked over m^elf. I suppose I fainted away, sinc^Ho next thing I knew was that tho fBfcg had ceased, and the young ofluBpF with jvham ,T,hnfl sTir.tvi wis lVL^ianltig in his pain beside me. I was dizzy from loss oil, blood, but byjin effort ornwi^^urar, ana pmclng hisuead in rrty lap, gave liim a drink from my canteen. He looked up at me bravely, and said, 'You are the man I shot.' I only bathed his head for answer. Then, as well lis I could, I slopped tho flow of

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blood from the wound his chest. He

smilod gratefully and said, 'No use you've done for tne.' Aftor a while he added—'Take my watch and this ring.' He know that I understood him, as lie said never a word else and I, worn out by my exertions, laid back and waited 'till wo wero carried together to tho surgeon. My wounds were bandaged, tho surgeon looked at his a moment, and sent him away without a word. Wo were laid side by side. A kind providence sent sleep to my tired body? When I awoke there was a still, whiter face next to clear sky, groufj]* tho hi is

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she asked foe been thinking ov was almost done was for better to I brought him in.

But I must hasten to the end, which came soon. One day we had been oq^ walking—that is, Allle and Jack, mv- I me." snail not attempt to ^maiDe' self ana a Mr. Lamont. He was anolcrohe scene that followed. Hat pride and^ friend of Allie's, one of whom she had1 unspoken in her own rare way. She said he had been a follower of hers from time immemorial years ago, when she was yet a child, he had talked to her seriously on a very serious subject. It struck her as supremely ridiculous, so she laughed right in his face. Of course, it cut nim to the heart, and ol course she repented in her leisnre what she did in her haste, as many of us are constantly doing. Her kindness to him since then had been invariable. Ho never recurred to the subject in any way, and she thought he had forgotten it "but I knew better. An honest, earn est fellow he was, not much of a talker nor very brilliant, but quiet and unassuming—just the man you,would choose if you commanded a forlorn hope, course they went one way, we another. Eiven my friendship lor Allie could scarcely stand the task imposed upon it daily. I was only human when, at times, I -burned in fierce anger at them both. Mr. Lamont evidently had no inclinat on to watch them. So we wandered apart, talking but little, thinking much. We respected each other, aud thus were not wearied.

Allie detaine gone. "No. Lou^ she siitt^staf withS I shall not attempt t6 *deMgibef

anger were gone, burned^MlAi With tho fever. She spoke in a low,'fhinl toneso sorrowful, so mournfm it was itt Itemed only the echo of her olden" speech. She told him how impossible^ it was that they should ever be otherf than mere friends alter what had pass-r ed. "Cross-providences, God's will,"* he moaned. Such a -a oeful meeting! that was. It all seemed a dream, wick-I edand false, and yet so inexpressibly! sad, "The funeral-service of hopo, a love ft buried alive." I thought to myself1 oyer and over again. There was but little else. IIo spoke a fbw words rich in faith and manliness. Then he bents over her for the last time. Sho wound her arms about his neck, drawing his* face down close to her own, sobbing injj utter despair. I closed tho door oe-1 tween me and them. A few moments after he came out, and passed down the stairs with a face like death. And so Jack Dessart went utffApnce again and forever.

For some years pasr I havo been teaching tho* freed in en in the South. Allie married Mr. Lamont. I believe in my heart she didJt because ho saved Jack Dessart's lifip WThe other day, I' had along letto mMr. Lamont, tell-E ing of her cNiiL^ bad died like the leaves in autumn, very quietly, fully. Jack,. very »gladly, very poacelv...j. —, Dessart Is across tho seas. I

And so, at last, one of three is at rest.? As for myself, there is littlo to live for except duty. It may be that he will come again after a time. For I love Jack Dessart. It may be that the days yet to be, will glow with a light divine, such light as never glowed for me in the past. Meantime, tho shadows of. memory grow moro beautiful as tho realities of present life become more and$ more burdensome. y,, .»,

Old remembrances grow dearer When touched by tho hand of grief, And the saddened soul while grieving,

In its sadness finds relief.

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a voice almost choked with an intonse expectancy. Sho turned it over and looked at the inside, while her face glowed with anger, and her eyes gleamed like swords. Her voice was as pitiless wljen she spoke. "Seo, my mother's initials, A. C. Allio Cameron. Jack Dessart, you have slain mv brother God may forgive you, I never will." Poor Allio Sho never dreamed sho had uttered tho very words in which Queen Bess raved out her wrath at the dying Countess of Nottingham.

There are times when one wishes to be all alone. Allie's whirlwind of grief, sorrow, and passion, was too strong for her with other eyes gazing at it. She broke away from us, and, running down to the water's edge, stepped upon the narrow log. Jack Dessart seemed stupefied by her words. There he stood with staring eyes. She reached tho centre of the stream and stopped, her face covered with ber hands, as if dizzy. Tnen be leaped forward also Allie turned half around, as if to wave him back, but it was too late. The log broke from its fastenings as be reached her. and the swift waters closed over them with an angry splash.

The whole thing had como ana gono so suddenly that we who were lclt were paralyzed for the moment. But there was a brave heart under the water with Allie. How be ever managed to roach the shore, weak as he was. Is a mystery to me. lie was determined, and was victorious. Mr. Lamont stooped down, lifted Allie from bis wounded shoulder, and laid her gently on the grass. Then Jack Dessart, closing his eyes with a satisfied and happy smile, slid back into the darxness from which he bad just come, an silent as a passing ghost. But this was not to be. Mr. Lamont did for him what be bad done for Allie. The one had done his devoirs, the other bsd done his duty. Jack had been brave, Mr. Lamont bad been supremely noble.

Allie took to her bed with a raging brain fever. Day after day the disease burned on until it bad made a sad wreck of her, and of Jack through her. Day after day he toiled up the stairs, to stand mutely by the door until some one came out to tell him bow she fought the enemy. Soch a weary wretchedness he wore in his face in those dark times! Such a hopeless stunned expression! But, even tne poor peace of death came not to these tired souls. Allie slowly got bettor of ber sickness, and one day

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Under the spell of the even time, aUi When the glare of day hath flown When I mind of tho days that havo wasted,

And of those who have gone before, T» Away to tho dim mysterious land, On the far mysterious shore."

Mork long tunnels are projected. The St. Gotliard Railway, with a tunnel about as loug as that through Mont Cenis, will bo soon begun. For the tunnel alone it is estimated that about twelve millions of dollars, gold, will be required and for tho connooting lines to join with tho Italian and Swiss Vailways, about twenty-five millions mere. This makes *hlrty-seven millions in all, toward which Germany, f? Italy *«d Switzerland have already voted Jnbsidios to tho extent of seventeen millions. The remaining twenty millions are to be taken by a "syndfcate," thirteen millions in bonds tearing five per cent, interest, and seven millions in shares. Eight years are assigned for the completion of tho work but improvements in machinery ofter cause estimates like these to bo anticif. pa tod, and this may bo tho case \vm{ the St. Gothard Tunnel.

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of a flock than a "frosty brow." At a toif meeting of the Baptist Association, at Queida, a shepherd with raven Hair and beard, who was known to bo pretty well advanced Into tho valo of years proposed a resolution doprecating tho use of tobucco. Ho was countorod at once by a rovorond devotoo of the Indian wood, Who beggod loave to offor a resolution against Tiair dyo! It is not stated how tho matter was sottlod, nor is it a matter of much consequonce. It is'nt treating ministers of the Gospol fuirly to oxyoct thgjfli be porfect.

TiiKdoath of Miss Lillio Pockham,' the eloquent young advocate of woman suffrage, occurred in Milwaukee, her nativo place, on Wed nesday of last week, and was caused by tho effects of a Turkish bath. Sho bad taken tho bath free weoks beforo, and. from the prosWation then produced, sbo was confined to her bed until death camo. While in Toledo, Miss Peckham was oditorially connected with tho Indox, and lier productions wore characterized by bright imagory, ardor of spirit, penetration of thought and graceful diction by which sho had acquirod lior reputation as a lecturer. During tho past season sho had been chosen to the pastorato of a Unitarian Society in Iowa.

Onb Koed, a compositor on the Logansport (I nd.) Pharos, recently wanted to go off on a visit. The inventive genius he displayed on the occasion oy getting an outfit without money is remarkable "Ho was soen hurrying to and fro, borrowing a plug bat from ono man, a swallow-tailed coat from another, a paper collar and tooth brush fro another, until be finally got a regular out-flt. IIo lacod bis vest with a bedcord, colored his beard with lamp black, greased bis hair with mutton tallow, buttoned his shirt sleeves with a pair of door knobs, and started for the rural districts."

LOCAL MA TTEM.

Van Ambdrgh ACo.'s menagerie contains a great many wonders, so does Cory it Co.'s hardware establishment. But the greatest wonder of this store is tho low prices at which they sell all kinds of hard* ware. Their cutlery is the finest manufactured. Their guns, revolvers, drc., cannot be beaten. Tbelr stock of building material is Immense. And then they have the patent metallc clothes line affatl21 Main street.

Vice Is a monster of so bideous a mien, as to be hated, needs only to be seen." Not so with John Ii. Freeman's Jewelry. All who see It love It, and those who buy, bay of him. He sells the finest watches made, and his chains, rings, bracelets, Ac., are beautiful beyond description. Visit him at the Opera House building.

When Noah came forth ont of the Ark and m«all the world a desolate and uninhabited wild erne**, how little he dreamed that in 1*71 W. H. Paige A Co., would offer, at the corner of Main and Hlxth its., Terre-Haute, Ind., such a splendid stock of pianos, meiodeons, organs, Ac., for sale at such astonishingly low figures! "And still tbey are not happy." We mean those men who do not buy their harn«*s of Peter J. Ryan, corner of Main and Second streets. He does his stitching all by band and of oourse it is first-class work. For fine work, everybody knows that be cannot be beaten. 'Oh how happy are they who go to Peter Miller's for fine harness—and substantial harness. And If you want a good, strong trunk, he has It at the lowest price. Look at his valises. Old postofflce building. 3