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The Flag of Our Union
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The Flag of Our Union
The flag of our Union, v. XX, no. 33, Saturday, August 19, 1865.
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The flag of our Union, v. XX, no. 33, Saturday, August 19, 1865.
Hale, Amanda M.
14 May 2015
Boston : Elliott, Thomes & Talbot
Retribution / by Miss Amanda M. Hale.
Suffolk County (Mass.)
Disclaimer of Liability
Disclaimer of Endorsement
r t. ,,. ,5‘-rye, v-rq. v%‘-<..m. Tqv‘-c. 1-v-v X‘, - V-T-v-a--‘we-W 4< V. ;;-j%r-g"[r---<‘-ee..ev.'y:‘V.. : T'”fV‘J"f.""“m”"‘LT""9.. w -‘two.- “ ‘w? i it t Ei.l.i0l"l‘, TlillliES ii 'l‘.ll.lllil‘. M). lliiii x X r X 33. ‘BOSTON, )iA.SS., SATU [MW ’ 1,14“ i r RDAY, AUGUST 19, 1865. VOL. XX. PRICE 10 CTS. [COMPLETE IN T ID NUMBER.) [Written for The Flu or our Uulon.] RETRIBUTION. BY hiss AAIASDA M. usldz. wxc swell orlund nmntlng the sen end hreakliig on abruptly in sharp, irregulnr ciiifs that shot up in slender plnrnu-lee, end hurled them- eelveeeeuwnrd in bold, heavy nlivil-ott,s Mill were heiwolls rnr ulitny miles any; and on the hill itsuitcly nuslisloll, ovtvrioolzing the green coun- try, and the blue, intermi- nnhle see, end the white clilltt-and in the nlrtrllaiorl 3 group of funr, lnlstreae anti guests. A chessvhlmrd with the pieces in picturesque die- ti 3 newspaper, I seine embroidery, betreyed that the occupants were three gentieruen ttnd u ludy. And now, Is they set quietly in the perior, in the wit giuorn orthe eunnner twilight, the moon, swing- ing eiowly up the enst, hrolre through the heevy hare of purple clouds, and shone white on the lawn, and Iiivered the trenlltliliz loaves of the grant trees. Mid pouring in at the parlor window did its work upon the faces within. it changed Helen Ilamlelgifti swsrthy complexion to marble; it gave the low fore- head and the irregular ilnea ahout the temples a soil, render beauty; it aortened the tire in her pin-elonute black eyes, sndient sweetness and strength to the large, red. eornewhnt eeneunl lips. Victor Bruxei loolted like whnt he was, A hondsolne athlete. There was poetry in the enit, clear grny eyeit, tenderness and love in the rnublle mouth,- etnlwertrnsnlineee in the carriage or the line, sin- ewy figure; yet more of promise thsn fulfilment in the whole man. ‘About Victor the world had been nearly equally divided. Grave proreesoru shook their heads when his name was mentioned, end said he was born to he the victim of events, that he had no etnniinn, no moral pnrpoee,thnt he might turn out a hero or a vlllnln,,iuet ee elreunistnncee wrought. But the other party, wall hy ills Yrnlilrllesti, charmed by his good temper, and dazzled by his generosity, protested that there wee plenty of (urea, purpose, and iii the other zrsntl rclitthle tmitil in Victor, though to be sure they were as yet lnhcnt. And then provoked by the smile occioliuned by thltl eonreselon, they lmsmned to put in the plea of extreme youth. Only twenty-louri Why, his wild oats were not sown yet. nut vletor hnd been diligently employed in distributing them for: series of yeitrs, snil the crop was now maturing rhther fuster than he could have wished. smdra were in this etete when he dropped sud- denly into his uncle's household one day. Not alone. Ills evil genius was with hint-s wicked, subtle, do- llunt, hold spirit. The name or this iuephietophelee wu Floyd Archer. lie wsl not one of your dark, moody villisiris, hut eblondeeoinplexioned gentlemen. with cold, endl- lng blue eyes, low, salt. gentlenniniy voice, eiwnye exquietlleiy dreeeed, elwtye enuruone, self-p-tstteet-ed and quiet. A man who wu troubled with no scrupies or misgivings, whose comciunce hiwd been long ego extinguished, who recognized no distinc- tions between right Ind wrong, whose villauy hm] lnverlnhly been successfulsnd euceeaaruliycouceulod, Ind who could. therefore, Iiiord to he at peace with hiniseifand all the world. And so with the utinottt noriclisiiulce And the coolest sell‘-colllldonce, he had come out to Wlndcllif to take I look at “ old Ram< lelgh" end his pretty dnughter. The venerable gentleman thutl poiitel y dei-lgnnted. wee sitting in his fitvorlte easy-ciiuir, his newspaper Across his knees, hilt hands folded upon it, And his a 9 head recilulug upon the purpi culllllou or the chair. Such in client was the rnoonlight, such grotesque tricks ee it pinyed with tile oltl rnnn, Iuuklng s plneid enlnt, Willi pole, holy brow, out or nn un- mitigated sinner. Itsnloothed nut All the wrinkles lrlt by tile vile passions or earllerdays, eirueed the hnrd nisrke worn in hy years or grnsplng nvuriee, and unscrupulousiuoney-getting, gnve ndldnens to the iilm,wuiery 0yl‘1l, end made the outlines oi the wicked eruel rnuirlh gentle and tender. old mnnleigh was it oonnnereinl gnnmler, a treseh. erous colilracwr, one or those men who let. rutien transports to government, und stvnll thnununde to Ilen- puir and tlttuth. At preeolltllu was the ptlestt,-ttltnr in‘ one article or property which hu valued very highly. lie niennt lo Lullhe e rnngliillcent npceuletion out or it. This was his dituglzhzr. weellh he had in alinndaine. Itepututinn end position he had not, end he ineunt tilut Iltzlen'tt rnnrrlngn should win hutlt for him. . - ' ' This win why llindcmoiwliollelcn had been ed- nraled in reris; it erplninsd the new nppointnienui ntwluiluliil‘, the Freucll rnnid, the houurinti wiiet, the Jewels and the hoepitellty nr isle so iireely die. 3 Just now the house wns empty but for Victor Bruxel Ind Floyd. Archer. ' tor was his I'll‘e‘e nephew, end Iznniinigh particularly ctlurleil an sliielloe with his fdnlily. Victor sinus in f4VtH‘Bllt1tIilllf, or would hitve been Mi. but as yet he Idtoweti no In- cllnotlon to he conultlered in that light nt nil. Floyd Archer WM nobutly-tllat lit, lit: wits one of Mr. RiiIIIlclgh'sliIlId of ptmpltx. lie with not eligible, land he ltnew he wills riot, but there was no harm ill hltt bringing his llltlldsolne thee and his gnllitntry to “'lniit:iliT. Luicly it llllfl occurred in Mr. llarnlcigh that I littly coulpilllltln on union was a ilesiilorntuin; it girl, of course-old women are tyrullnicnl and mt:liiile- slime-but not I hnuilsoule girl ltllil not 5 rich one, I girl who would Itiol her llt‘.[10ll4lt)llI30 and submit to he Unultbed. Tiilllltlug over tilEl‘e things, llir. Imm- lelgh remelnltcrod hle t4lttter's clillil, urpilitlied eurly end it-it peiiriiless, end who when he now her ten or twelve years hornre wue it perfect little fright. It wun just the thing or course; being is relntlmi she would hear A good deal, and he could get the reputation ofdolilg u generous thing. The old llmn tzlluulrled wickedly over the idea, mill forthwith ticut for illtstleline St. Jitmml to mine to “'ilult.-litf. It is to-night when they are all in the drnwlng- room, when it cold white rulttt is lying on the luau, when the wind howls eerily among the pines dying owny nnrong the more in a low, lltmrlstr lulllgls, and the wild clolldil tlmt have been ltcudiilng over the sky begin to eeeuniulute in mnsttus, thitt hnniollnu is expected. Mr. rlnrnieigh rung ror lights, piehed up his news- pnper, and sold, slow y: " it is time that girl was here, i! Pete Attolllictl to lilit huitiltctitt-tile raticzsli" Victor Iiruxttl ttturted. “Good Heaven! lilr. iluniinigh, did you solid rote lilr Miss St. Jansen? The follow virus drunk at din- nor-time.” --wee he? more euy. Pete is e cnpltnlrnllow, but In a O0lM:llI.ll>tlI he him one fnuitwlie will get drunk." And the old nitsn took 1 pinch ofitnuituld elloolr out the newt-paper. . Victor went to the window. Tile iilsy was llama with clouds, and the Wind Wuu illttt rittillg. ile look- ed A moment, and than turning mid, slllldelily: " Will he come srountl hy nroeiriohurst or try the ford?" “By the ford, I should thlillr-it is the shorter way. llutl Pew is A luzy hoiult." “ But, Mr. itzsmlullgll, the rain will he pourirll in a few rninum, the Tornny rlnee very fast, and with adrurikon driver it would be dangerous renting the stream." ' “Qlilm likely i" enld Mr. Rnrnlelgh, eoolly. "lctor colored with lutiignution. lils lrlipihlscs were all kind. “I think! liud host order Fiy1iwaysmlllietl,',antl gr) Ind meet hiizes SE. James-with your permission." Mr. Rsimltigh lliletl ills eyt:bruws,nnLl Floyd Archer drew himself up from the sofa where he had been lying. end peered out ii-om the dnrlr corner at victor. -i Really, vie, Bllcil extrsordinhry gallantry nee-ls explanation. Don't make A fool of yourself, my dear boy," in I cool, sitlirlcal tone. “Xt>nst=,lise, Archer, you know I never sitw the girl,"s:tiil "lrwr, tlushing, hut evidently wavering. Rnmlelgh lisuglied shortly. "The girl is as homely “-1 nm utaions rur selniile-hill she's pliiln enough, I nsauru yitu. Victor ill safe, and on the whole you'll beet gi). Tull her tliltt we were extremely llllxioils nbout her safety, and cnulilii‘t. rest un-ii we had dee- pmclleil an escort." And the old man tlttereil over ills wit. Vlcmr clueeil thedoor behind him. and in n ninnient rlynwny-e hooih were treruping down the drive I-‘ltlyil Archer rose and came ftlrwnrdwtlie lithe, stenitiiy gruce or n panther in his tignre and move. lllelitll. He drew A clmlr near Helen and began Ii‘- ranging the pieeee upon the cheeshohrd. “ You say Miss St. James is plain, Ritmlelgh P" -I uumph, yeti" - ' “That was very rhoughtilxl of Archer, placing the pawns. “ Wlnt was?" -- To epnre us the oonternpletlon of any more henutiul. "l‘ls easier ltervllig God snd M:i.n.ln)on than worttliiplng two rival belies," end Archer glanced up ut ilrsien Ii-ltntlelgll. It was only an instant, but the look brought the bright hluod surging to her brown cileelie. “Huniplii You may spare yourselfllle trouble or wort-hl ping either," growled rtnni - ‘Agitln you rire most considerate," said Archer; rind lie stooped.perhepe to pick up n rellen knight, or it may be to hide the lurid pnessiorl which that lllolilclit tiitrkcned his flllr, blnntle Trice. “Miss St. derneet. ugly, you say. Yt.lu‘ve seen her lately, it seem?" “ Not for ten or twelve “Ten or twelve yeltrsl" thoughtfully. “A long time. Glrirt change 3 great delti in that time. A little ll-iglitgrows into I Iulizniilceut woman. Miss Helen, it is your move." “ Look here, Arcllcr,“, exclaimed Ralznieigh, with sudden suspicion. “Did you ever see Madeline St. James?" you," centllsuedv -t 1? Did i ever see her?" innocently. “No, sir, not to my knowledge. Why do you ask. sir?" “ Btzcituue you are so culllhlllidedly interested." “ 0, 1 could not llI,'l]I helm] illterested in so nesr end dour n friend or yours." “O, tlio-deuce. ‘vVliu.t spreclous hypocrite you nre, Floyd Archer." “Alli Thank you. I silizll be obliged to demolish your clstttld, Mimi Halon." Victor had taken the direct road to the ford across the Tunlay. It was tlurk lung lrclllre he reilciled it, mid the ruin hlld been coming in swllt, thick sheets for llislf an hour. Over heml it was the blackness of tiurkrletls, only when the lightning cut the clouds, end optiiied rivers onurld hlue lire. Preittintly his horse stood still. The roar of the Torlmy was in his curs, not the hulihliug of the slitti- lnw ttuuiuior stroittn, but the loud tumultuous rush- ing of tile swulluu currolit. lVlillo Victor heeituwti A thintniiout eweptnoroes the water, sud at the some nioinentnhrond ginre or ilglitnlngiliurnlunting the whole wide country end the stormy sky, brought out the ginietly foulllillg wnvee uftllo river, end revealed ediirk object struggling nildwlty in the torrent, the terrliied litlrttes plunging nnnliy breast deep in the tide, end the earrings rocking wildly rrotn side to side. “Grcill.licl1vt-.nl that girl will he tirowncti." ex- cleiined victor, urging his horse into the strelun. A nlnluellt null lrelthollkcd, "Are you there, Peta?" Brick through the storm and ilsrkiless cames clcsr silvery voice, not idndren hy fear, but tlrm and ring- ing, M Pt.-14>. is drunk. ihuve the rciurl." vietur wne startled beyond expression. His ex- clamation ofwondeir tiled on his lips. Meantime, his heree,hnii-swiunning, end struggling nohly against the heiulstrong current, had brought him abreast of the carriage. He seized the bridle ciftlie uigh leader. The animal, recognizing his touch iiud voice, was quiet in n nlnment. “ is that Miss St. James?" said Vltztor, then. ”.Yes." ' w u Hold the reins nrrnly. snil dolust as i tell you."' Another vivid Bash nrlightning, and Victor glanced quickly nround. Up at the white face shove the box, and down at the surging btretlm. They were hnir over-the worst was past, end liner a few minutes or anxiety mid bold endenver, the horses gnve e strong lenp, and rrauhell the hnnir. Presently the carriage chine to A full stop, and Victor spritug to the gmlliid. “ ls Pete with you, Miss St. James?" going to the side of the carriage. ' “ Yes-sir-I'm here-hic. ! say, Mr. Whsi.‘i- your llama-llic-I've drove these horses twenty your man end boy-iilc-ltnd I say now nintit-n theme that l ithouiil be-hie-shoved ssltis by I woman?" slum- merod Pele. -- You rnerell come down here, you drunken sutmp. Thtre.tunrhle inttl the enrrlnge-you de- serve to he lull. in the streltm. Miss St. James." he had cllnlhedm the seat beside her-“ you will not go inside with that iellnw, and he gets more helpless every moment. It would be in-lpoitslhle to keep itlln upon the box soon; but I'll tilks youta some shelter very quickly. She gave up the reins. sm] they drove oif, amid the swirl and rush of the tempest. " Dill my uncle send you for me?" the suited, presently. " Why-he gave me permission to come. I thought it ashume that you should be left to the mercy of that drunken dog. You hsve been in great danger, weren't you very ninrh frightened?" H Yes, when it grew dnrir, end rainy, and r round that the driver was drunlr. But. ufter I took the reins I got along very well, until I more to the ford." " How chine Put to give up the reins to you?" said later. or made him." The tone wns very quiet and eooi, end Victor hegen to thin]: it wee not so atrenge, smr They drew up st the door ofn small inn. “ Why do you stop here?" the sold, in thht quick. imperious wiay. ‘ “So that you my take some retlreehrnent end get dry and warm.‘ " I don't wish for tiny rofretillment. I srn not cold, sntl 1 prert-r to go on to wlndclilr." Victor touched the horses without is word of re- munstrnrlcu, end they were oirngnln. There was a little psuss, then broken by Miss St. James. “Are you staying st Wint.lcliiT7" she asked, in I singularly direct way. H 1 am." H whet is your nenie-2" “Victor Bruxei," said Victor, feeling very much like a schoolboy. “ Mr. Rsuileigh its my uncle-my mother was his Wife's sister," he sddod. “Alli I congratulate you. Few people know wlilst it is to lnive such a rehttive. we are eingulerly fortunate." he sweet, celrn tone wait so even thet he eonld ecert-ely detect the irony. ‘ “You know Helen Raniielgh wall, thsn?" she tmutiuued. t H Vc well." “ Is she he.siItl('ul‘?" “ No, she is hanrlmine." “Ah, you can dlsernnlnsre. is she isct:ompllsl.iad?" “She eings passuhly end dances u.li.ulrnl.tiy." “ Is she sttrsctive?“ “ She has a charm other awn." -t in sht: good?" “ Not particularly. in there anything more you would like to lmciw?" he added, laughing.