At Dome. Ing Madge Was Firm in Her Resolution, She His Name Joyously
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f a Devoted to tlie Interests ot the Soldiers and Snilors of tlxe late War. HARTEORD, COm., SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 1869. yoL. I. NO. 37. But Kate scolded and pouted, until find ^ Her heart gave a bound, and she spoke Madge sat all the evening listening for at Dome. ing Madge was firm in her resolution, she his name joyously. He stopped, but a strange footstep, but no one came. relented, and entered into her plans with there was no recognition in his kind face. Donald Grey walked up and down tho OUR COUNTKY'S FLAG. her usual good-nature. She went with You have forgotten me too 1 am I so street beneath her window, longing to her in search of rooms, and would see her BY LYDIA L. A. VERV. changed?—your little patient, Madge enter, but feeling how impossible it was fairly established before leaving. nd a Adair." Our country's banner let them hear to reveal himself to this' girl as her un- Whose hiiudd are stronj^, wliose hearts are true, dainty little place they made of the two "To be sure—to be sure. How do you known creditor. The debt had seemed FUng out its folds upon the air, small rooms ; a cosy nest, though one do ?" and he shook her hand coi dially. for years a vague, invisible tie binding The red, the wliite, the blue. must mount high to reach it. "Oh, I'm eminently healthy. You her to him, yet ho could not bear that she The red, the blood our "Fathers shed, And again Madge Adair was alone in wouldn't scold me now if you counted 4ny should feel the weight ofit. He did not Watering Fveedom's holy flowers, the city. She had seen her friends de- pulse." call. That sprang beneath oppression's troad, Thoy blossom round each lowly bed; part with a dim sense of being adrift a- "I don't knew. You need looking af- The next time she called at the office, To guard those graves be ours ! gain, and a flitting doubt whether she had ter." neither alluded to her disappointment. indeed done wisely in taking up this lone- The blue, the stars, are Freedom's heaven; "Then please look after me- I like it. They talked of business. He- detained Would that it never more might wave ly and mdependent life again, in place of Come in and see me. I've something for her in conversation, and contrived some Above a land to bondage given. the gay season at Washington which Kate you. A Florence butterfly that I caught Where toils one hopeless slave. errand that should bring her back next had pictured so vividly. But it passed myself. I knew you would care more for d iy. And then it went cm from day to The wliite for peace, when Freedom reigns, directly. She knew that this was best, his great, handsome, luzy wings, all black day. He was always wanting her assis- Wlien war and liloodshed are no more, and she set herself to her position. Wlicn harvests whiten all the plalus and yellow and crimson, than you would tance in his work. Sometimes a little With plenty as of yore. With a .package of manuscript in her for -all the money I owe you," She fin- cop3'ing, sometimes it was criticising and hand she culled at the ofB,ce of Clapp and ished the sentence with saucy daring, half Till then our banner let them bear. correcting MSS. They grew very IViend- Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are true! Carey. expecting him to run away. ly, but they never spoke of Donald Grey. Fling out its folds in southern air, Mr. Carey received her with cool cour- "That money again! Confound the Yet Madge thought of him continually. The red, the white, tiie blue. tesy and waited for her to disclose her er- fellow if I'll keep his infernal secret She never entered the office without a Upon your march behold the red, rand. any longer. I tell you I was paid for m tremulous hope that she should meet him Our Fiithor's blood poured out of old ! " You do not remember me, sir ?" services, every cent of it, in advance." Their patriotism is not dead. tiiere. But she never did. The man Their ashes are not cold! " I do not—yes—I cannot recall your Madge's eyes dilated. eluded her strangely. Every day it was name—excuse me ! Miss Adair," with a "Who paid you, doctor?" on her tongue to ask Mr. Donald about Their monument still cleaves the sky Above the graves where martyrs sleep, sudden glow of cordiality in his manner. "That I won't tell. I promised. You his friend, but in his presence the ques- Pointing with granite finger hiuh. " But you are so changed. Didn't re- and the young fellow must settle it be- tion always died on her lips. The path their sons should keep ! cognize you at first. Glad to see you. tween yourselves. Good-morning." He One day she happened in at the office Onward for Freedom and the right! Pray sit down." turned abruptly away; but the next mo- when all the heads of the establishment Let hands bo strons, let hearts be true J He wheeled the leathern arm-chair ment turned back to say: were out at dinner. 'Tis for all coming titrie we fight. Beneath the red, the white, the blue. forward, and seated himself beside her "1 will call and see the Florence butter- "Is Mr. Donald in ?" she asked of the with such an unmistakable air of welcome, fly one of these days. You're a good boy who was left in charge. THE REIGIF OF PEACE. that she m ide no scruple of detaining him girl to think of me. Good-bye." "Who ma'am ?" for a friendly chat. BY J. WAKREN WATSON. Madge sat down on one of the benches ' "Mr. Donald, the editor." The talk flowed into a literary channel, and thought. Perhaps she sat there ten "Oh, ma'am, you mean Mr. Grey, I pre- No longer flows the crimson flood— No brother sheds fraternal blood : of course, and Madge asked innumerable minutes, perfectly motionless. Then she sume. They call him Donald." All strife and pain and discord cease— questions about the. various authors whose went home and opening her desk, drew Madge turned without a word and went We welcome back the reign of peace! names had figured in the newspapers and out from under a pile of old letters a lit- The cloud is past—our banner waves out. She saw it all at a flash. At home Above & land where dwell no slaves ! magazines of four years before. Some tle package that bad lain untouched for she penned the following note: Again each star appears in view— had dropped out of sight, others had risen years. l3onald "Grey's letters—four of " Mr, Donald :—You were out to-day God bless the men who wore the blue ! above the Clapp and Carey level, having them, and curiously enough one was seal- when I called. Please come up this even- served their apprenticeship, and some still Hail, brothers, hail! for we are free. ed. ing and go over the MSS. with me. I From North to South, from sea to sea ; appeared regularly at their desk, the She tore it open, and read the two lines Then let our thankfiil voices raise shall need your assistance, m. a." This day a joyful hymn of praise ! hack-horses of the press plodding patient- in which he had announced his coming to The ones who fell 'mid leaden rain ly in the harness. the city; he must have come when she was She smiled as she folded it. "Busi- At Bunker Hill died not in vain! ness-like enough to bring him, I think.'* Again each star appears in view— " And Donald Grey. To which class sick, and she had lied it up with the oth- God bless the men who woro tho blue! does he belong ?" ers, unread. She sent it down and waited for even- "Grey—oh, he has been getting on. Madge was not given to soliloquy or ing—waited in what a tumult of emotion. The Nation mourns her fallen braves, Each stripe has cost ten thousand graves ! You know him ?" we might follow the process by which she Her old correspondent, her unknown ben- With tears each fold is consecrate. ' Not personally. We had a brief cor- worked out her knotty problem. Enough efactor, and her kind editor were all one And yet the price is none too <;reat! respondence." that she came at last to a clear solution. and the same. The cloud is past—onr banner waves Above a land where dwells no slaves! "Ah, 1 will introduce you." The mystery of the handkerchief came in At last the slow-coming spring twilight Again each star appears in view— "Oh no, sir," cried Madge, quickly. as confirmation. Donald Grey had kept gathered in the little room. God bless the men who wore the blue! There wa-: a step on the stair, a rap at Atrain each star api>ears in view— Just at that moment, Mr Carey's atten- his appointment, had found her sick. God bless the men who wore the blue! tion was anested by some one waiting in The first week of her illness was blank. the door. She opened it and Donald the outer office, and with a hasty apology, Anybody might have come to her then.