The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 27-52

The Cedarville Herald, ' ^ Vf. H, BLAIR, PubUrtw. CEDARVILL'E, ; : OHIO. GEMS CAN NOT WIN THE HEART. Gemscannotwintheheart, Thoughpureandbright Itn botheirUgbt, Can««v truejo; impartIf Ah, no) Xlfe’shidden,deepmyaterlouastrict* An never touched b; these cold, guttering things. Whatthoughthediamond'sblase Maylovelyseem, AndllUeagiorioqadream MayhoItssparklingrays; Theyneverlightthewareswhichonward roll, .Thesurgingwatersof thestrugglingsoult Give,saysthelonelyheart. NotJowel*fromthemine— Forthen*I donotpine— IntheseI heronopart. Richeranddeareran thegiftsXcrave. Withhold themnot—mylife they'll bleaa and ■ MVe. Affeotton'stendercare, Xoveshiningintheeyes , Ofthosewhosoloveweprise, . Thesematteour pathwayfair; Theseare.thatgifts!.cr*ve; goldCannotbny Tktt* Jewels;thosealoneoaablessandeatlsly. —N. T. Ledger. A Story of the Late War. BY BERNARD B1GSBY, Authorof " XiovalatStast," " ttr X*dyyantoo. tlo," •*EUen,» Orest Bocrot," "TAU Among Thieves,uXte. Copyright, iSo». byA. N. KelloggNewspaperCo, CHAPTER XIX. . nOKK, SWEET 4 R 0 ME. Whenever a railroad train rolled up to the station at Meltonburg its passen­ gers were, accustomed to smilingly re­ mark that every man, woman and child in the place was loafing on its platform to gaze at the arrivals and departures. . What, then, must they have thought when one bright August morning the express from Columbus dashed up to the little depot with a series of jubilant shrieks that showed that, the engineer was in sympathy with some unwonted excitement, and they saw the depot draped in fluttering bunting and alive with hundreds of country folks arrayed in their best, while a local hand, with more energy than harmony, brayed the alp of “ See, tho ■Conquering Hero Comes!’* • And the Conquering hero who came to Meltonburg on that sunny morning was none other than Frank Besant, who was dumfounded at his noisy re­ ception, which was realty due to the energy of the editor of tho Weekly Ad­ vertiser, who had roused the honest rustics to what he afterwards described in the. columns of his journal as "a red- hot hurst of enthusiasm.** And, when the village president, au aged and es­ timable hardware merchant,' stopped forward and fired an oration at him, which was a little personal at first, but soon drifted into a Fourth of July ■creed, that Frank thought he had heard before, the young soldier felt that he would rather endure another Cbickamauga than go through the or­ deal. But he had to face the music—to hear Rev. Robin Ferry compare him in dulcet tones with evety Biblical hero from David downwards, and declare thathis ms thought this a day that the lfeltonburgcrs would forever ho proud Of—and to accept at the hands of a com­ mittee, of which the Advertiser man wsa spokesman, the presentation of a ■word, on which was engraved a list of the battles in which he had—or ought to have—taken part. As the Advcr- ■tiaeraald, ♦•it was a high old time, and the Welkin rang with tho plaudits of thousands, when the youthful hero, in Jew but appropriate words, gracefully acknowledged, the tribute to his brav­ ery.** But they let him go at last. Eventhe Uttie boys, who hadshouted themselves hoarse, had sense to leave him, when ha opened the garden gate and turned op the avenue o f walnuts to Ids home. “ Mother!" “My boy!" I draw tho curtain over the tender sceneand leave them to their bliss. dud tiraoe came, too, blushing and trembling, and oh! so glad, that Frank took her in his arms and stroked her hair And rained kissesupon her uplifted fast, just as though he had a right to do it and she was his affianced bride, not at all In the subdued, yet affection- ate manner in which he greeted cousin Mato. Why, tbs two feoeptkraswould not bear comparison! and Was shenot a happy girl? Hat shewas happier When that night the young soldier told her the old, old tale o f love, which in her Sara Sounded as sweet and fresh as though icons of sges ago it had not called the blush to thedamask cheeko f woman. - - And when oil Sunday Mr. Brentwood feveachcd to a crowded congregation a •wmotial sermon, in which, after a touching tribute to the Meltonburg hoys who huddled inaction, he remind- Udhls bearers o f the debt o f gratitude 'bwsd tho bMvhalirvivotacf tb it •toufiJe, you should have sem to* widow's eyas blase a lt* tffcsapb, Bbe did not now lookdown tetiWmbliBtf soofusion, nor didher boy hide hi* fasc er sicken with sham* at thewordso f the prcaoheA . And Frank’s sympathies were with th^ministcr too, when he added: “Wc axe a proud people this day, exultant in victory, almost for the moment forget­ ting our teara for the loved ones who have fallen on the battle-field; but there is one thing we have not thought of, While we pour out heartfelt gratitude to the heroes who have maintained the metonomy of this mighty Nation, whose noble deeds BbaU inspire the poets of unborn generations, can we not spare from the overflow of our ela­ tion some sympathy for those who fought for a cause they believed to be just, and who now have to odd. to the desolation of blighted homes and ruined prospects the bitterness of defeat? We can afford to bo generous. Perhaps It if old age thatbrings op me the spirit o f prophecy, but X can see the time when we shall record with pride the courage and devotion of the people, of the South, whose marvelous endurance has no parallel in history, and say ex­ ultantly, 'And these men were Ameri­ cans;* when tho gallantry of LeO and Jackson will he remembered without robbing the crowns of Grant, Sherman and Sheridan of a single laurel-deaf." Though the people generally were not ripe for the expression of such lib­ eral criticism, the soldier element of the congregation nodded approbation. The countenances of Miss Buth and a few others, however, manifested de­ termined signs of disapproval and Bev. Lnbin afterwards remarked that his ma considered Mr. Brentwood’s senti­ ments hardly decent. . The pastor's sister, too, had another- subject which causeddiscomfort, i " I declare," she said to Grace, going home from church, “ that Mary Besant does not look twenty-five years old to­ day—guess it’s that bonnet she' had from Dayton does it?.” But;Grace knew that her f riend's ra- diant looks were duo to a heart full of tho sunshine of thankfulness, so shede­ murely replied) “Mrs. Besant always looks younger than her years, but to-day she is partic­ ularly bright and pretty.' Perhaps the contrast of this rooming with the .day when last she satin church with Frank, may have something to do with her cheerfulness." “ Oh! yes, 1remember when she made such a fool of herself, Well, p’r’aps you are right,' for, indeed, it is natural she “ au ! '’ mother , you no not . know mu REAL WORTH OF TUB MAN.’* should feel good over her boy’ssplendid lcck. I l l s not evety widow's son that goes to the war who comes buck a Cplonel." “ Luck! Frank’s luck, auntie! Do you dare to call tho reward of heroic deeds luck?" “ Yfcs, I do, child. Bo yon needn’t snapmy head off. Look at poor James Luwson, who entered the army tho same day he did, and never rose beyond the rank of private. But who is that distinguished • looking man shaking hands with the Bcsants? Just come by train I shouldn't wonder, breaking the Sabbath; but lie’s a fine, handsome man for all that, llurty, up, Grace, and we'll get Introduced.” - But 03 the stranger joined the Besant part Frank and his cousin fell back to the Miss Breutwoocs, leaving Mrs. Besant to proceedto Walnut House with their new companion. “ Who is your friend in the side hat-, Frank?'* Mi:.?! Buth asked, inher abrupt way, when they had shaken hands. “ Colonel Hopkins, of Ours, Miss Brentsvood.” “ Oh! what do yon mean by ’Ours?' ” "Why, of our regiment. It Is a way Wo have of 1 , peaking.” “ Are there two Colonels to a regi­ ment?" “ No; only one.” “ Then, you are not a Colonel after all?” “ Yes I Am. He resigned m my favor just before wo were mustered out.” “Old he resigned, did he? What made him so eager to sacrifice himself for your interests?" “ I am sure I do no not know," Frank; laughed, “ unless it was to encourage merit.” “ But I do, young man; if he is the person I take him,to be, and I ’m not quits' sure, for I haven't seen him for more than twenty years; hut if he is, t know quite well why ho dropped that pretty plUm idto yourmouth. " 1 , “Would it he indiscreet to ask why, sinceyou are soWell informed?" “ Oh! ask your ma. PVaps shall tall yon and $'**■£■ the wont'* And with that parting shot MI m Jfcflfc vp foth that l‘?4 by a ■*>««- ast to 41;*patvenaga am* left tba young people to themselves. ,, “ I iuU sorry auafcwju* 99 rude40you, Frank,** Grace began, in lame apology, “ Pshaw! my dear, don’t let that worry you. We all know and make al­ lowances for Miss Ruth's eccentricities; but I do wish she wouldn’t ho so con­ foundedly enigmatical-’* Then Kate Lester interposed. “ If you will accept me as the reader of the riddle," she saidwith a laugh, that showed two rows of teeth like pearls, “ I should say that Miss Brent­ wood means to insinuate that you found favor in Colonel Hopkins’ eyes because you were your mother’s son." /.• “ And why not? Theywere friends of long ago." “ Ah, why not?” and tho y$ung lady’s eyes gleamed with mischief. , Meanwhile theColonel and the widow were wending their way1 towards Wal­ nut Houio, tide by side, utterly uncon­ scious of tho remarks thoyhad excited. “ I could not wait for your answer to my letter, Mary," be was saying, when they were quite out of oar-shot o f the party, “ so I came on .from Chicago by the express last night to learn my fate." She never helped him by a word, but he saw that she was much agitated. : “ l am a plain, blunt man,.unskilled In the art of eloquence to plead my suit, but I loved you bqforo wo married, and I love you now. I'-know that I am ask­ ing a great sacrifice of you—you with all the beauty of your youth retained; and I, so old and battered—but I would make you happy as my wife. My love for Frank, too, should plead with you in my favor.” “ And, yet, it is for Frank’s sake. Jack, that I must sny no to your re­ quest. Nay, do not think me hard and ungrateful for the honor you have done me. You'do not know how much the refusal costs me." Jack! She calledhim, assheusedto do, by tlie old familiar name. Lie was too good a soldier to retire before such an ill-dcfcndod position as this. "Then if the only obstacle to my suit is your son’s possible objection, may I—” She interrupted him, with the same look on her face that he had seen there nearly five-aml-twenty years ago, when he had asked the same question. “ No, once and for ail, dear friend, it can not be. Believe me I have not made up my mind to refuse the love of a man of your worth and true nobility of character, without hours of painful thought. You must take my answer as final." . . “ Then, good-bye, Mary!” he said, for they had now reached the garden-gate, And without another word he;left her. Half on hour later, Frank came in. , “ Is dinner ready? Where is Colonel Hopkins, mother?’*were his first ques­ tions. Now, though the pretty widow had bathed her eyes and used all the little arts of the toilet, with which women are so adept in concealing tho traces of, their emotions; there yet lingered in Mrs. Beeant’s face a tell-tale sign of sorrow that caught her son’s attention in a moment. ’ “ Mother,” ho said, putting, his arm around her waist, “ there is something wrong. Where has tho Colonel gone?” “ I am afraid hollas left tys—perhaps he ,is at the hotel—therd |s no train Nbrth till .this evening,” was the in­ coherent answer, while the lady’s checksblushed furiously. “ Gone to the hotel! Have yon and he been quarreling?" “ No.” ; I “ Not quarreling but not agreeing, ] perhaps? Now, darling mam”—very 1coaxlngly—“you and I arc a little more thanmother and son, for we have been boon companions ever since I can r»s member, then is. it not a little late la the day for onaof.us-to hsvo n secret which the other can not shared A fond pressure of the handWas hie reply. , “Jlavo you no secret, then?" “Not one you ought to know.” “ Nor one I ought not to know, I am sure. Forgive me if I seem abrupt, darling mother, hut bus Colonel Hop* kinfeosked you to bo Ills wife2" “ Yes, Frank.” The answer was in a tone scarce above a whisper. I “ And you said?” ■. I “ I said *No,' Frank." | “ Because you did not love him?” i “ That is not a fair question. You i real!;/ must content yourself with your <own love adventures, Frank, without ! interfering with the indiscretions of yoUr eMcra." ■ . , ■ $h£ tried hard to get up a lightlaiigli, but it Was n failure. “Mother, you must answer me!" “ Wit.nt titan i say?" "The truth." ' “ Now, suppose I kail tokT him ‘Yes;* what wohltlyou have Stud?" “ That you were a lucky woman and I a happy man. Ah, mother, you do not know the teal Worth o f the man you’ve turned away." “Oh, Frank!" “ I say," ho continued, hotly, “yofr don't know what a gentle, lovable, pure, brave, honorable man he la—the noblest fellow I ever met, except my father." “ I kndwIt,Frank!” tiid Widow sighed, with such conviction that light dawned on lverison’s doubts. “ Ah! you do love him, after all?" ' ‘Well, perhapb^teally, Frank—you are odious to-day—but I will oonfesfe that I think,the Colonel—" "Spare your blushes,mamsie!" Frank cried, gleefully1, »$ d r Iiu a o « to bring him baric." JMri M n atri oo «M ,I r S> totpoMb* wMgotou. . Mrs. Besant waa te a seisineif■ dismay at her son’s tapetoosHy. M m declared to herself that she would Stall for the Brentwood* at onpe and jypead the day with them; that if she did- stop at homo it would only be because it was her ddty to preside at her son’s table when he had guests; that she would be barely civil to that horrid Jack Hopkins, who had placed her in such a ridiculous position, and then— she went to her mirror and decked her­ self with a bit of ribbon of the colorshe know was loved best by that obnoxious gentleman. There was a double wedding at Mel- tonburg, and didn’t the tongues wag when the gossips learned who the par­ ties to the contracts were? I t was all very well and to be expected that Colonel Frank should wed their village beauty, but that Mrs. Besant should have captivated a handsome husband with an enormous fortune, was news that set evety old maid’s and lone wid­ ow’s heart fluttering with envy and hope. . . Colonel Hopkins insisted on Frank’s taking tho whole of his father’s fort­ une, and moreover built him a hand­ some residence, far larger and more consequential than the Walnuts; where ho now resides with hiB growing fam- .•fly; . - In the outskirts of the village James Lawspn’s widow and son live in a pret­ ty cottage with his father, who is never tired of talking of hisboy Jim, who died on the field of battle, defending the Union flag. He and Miss Buth often mingle their eulogies of the ill-fated young man’s career and say some very sharp things concerning the ingratitude of his country, and Frank has never dispelled their illusions. ' Even when Jim’s widow, some years later applied for a pension (and got it) he mercifully; held his tongue. Mark' Henderson, of course, married Kate Lester, and it wason the occasion of this wedding, which was held in' Chicago, that Frank met Jack Gregory,- who \vas Mark’s best man. . “ Haveyou heard what has become of Charlie Fulton?” he asked, when as Jack said, the couple had been “ turned off.” and they had leisure for personal reminiscences. “ Oh, yes, he is married and gone into cattle-raising with YVill Jefferson." “ Married! Not to Miss Lascellcs, surely?" “ No; she’s breaking hearts in Paris, with a splendid chance of marrying a Duke. They had her picture in the London Graphic a few weeks ago.” “ And Charlie?” . - “ Married Doc Saunders’ daughter, a sweetly pretty little girl with a fortune she Inherited from her uncle." “ And you. Jack?” “ Oh, I’m the one man- of nil our crowd who has had the courage to hail his colors' and refuse to yield to the fair enemy. Now, Master Frank, have you drawn &prize or a blank in love’s lottery—but, if the latter, poor beggar, you would not dare to say so, so what is the good of asking?” 1 “ 1have drawn a prize so richandrare, Jack, that I have no words to tell you of its value." . Jack smiled. He had heard young married men say tho same Sort o f thing before. “ And you arc going into politioa, I hear?” ho asked. “ Yes, in a small way.” , “ Pshaw! Besant, do nottalk like that; Why, man, you could not do.things in a small way if you tried," Jack’s prophecy proved true. Bichcs and honor have been heaped upon Frank in hiscivil career; but no dignity he has over attained, no public favor, ho has ever wbn, no ambition he has ever crowned with success, has given him one tithe of the thrillingdelight he felt the day they tonde him COI/JNEL OF THB FOUBTH. 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