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into the darkness, but as often returned,
showing by their looks that tlieir search
had been in vain.
Meanwhile the snow was of a fearful
depth, and was still falling, but there was
no trace of Hannah Lee, and at last one
of the dogs came to his master’s feet,
worn out entirely and afraid to venture
out again, while the other was silent.
William was out of hope, and dashed
himself down in the snow, in his despair.
But presently he heard the barking of his
absent dog, while the one at his feet hur
ried off in the direction of his mate, and
soon joined loudly in the cry. William
knew the bark to be one of recognition
and love, and springing from his bed of
snow, he rushed, with renewed strength,
through the snow T drifts, and fell down,
half dead with joy and terror, beside the
body of Hannah Lee.
He soon recovered from his fainting fit,
and lifting the apparently lifeless body in
his arms, he kissed her lips and cheeks
until, as he kept gazing in her face in
utter despair, her head fell back on his
shoulder, and a long, deep sigh escaped
from her.
The storm -was now over, and the moon
once more peeped through the clouds.
As soon as she returned to consciousness
her first thought was of her father.
“ Oh, William,” she said, “ what if my
father be on the moor ? For, if y-ou came
to save my life, be sure my father sat not
within doors during the storm.”
As she spoke, there came staggering
forward the figure of a man. “Father!
father!” cried Hannah, and was clasped
in his arms. The barking of the dog, and
the shouting of the young shepherd had
reached his ears as the sleep of death was
stealing over him, and by a strong effort
he roused himself and pressed through
the snow drift that separated him from
his child.
Thereds but little more to be told. The
happy party were soon seated by the fire
side, in the cottage on the moor. The
bible had been lying in its place, ready
for the evening’s worship, and the father
read aloud the chapter which tells of our
Saviour’s miraculous power in saving Pe
ter from the terrors of the sea, and then
offered a prayer of thankfulness to Him
who had rescued themselves from death.
They then gathered round the little table,
which had been so long spread, and par
took of the frugal meal, in silent thank
fulness.
Later in the evening, William Grieve
took his departure, but not until after he
had obtained the consent of father and
mother to make little Hannah Lee his
■wife.
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
Jig-a-ma-rig.
( (j|D IG - A -MA- R I G was a parrot sly,
And lived with Kitty McGee;
And Kitty McGee was a queer old hag,
As you shall shortly see.
Kitty was rich, and was stingy, too,
g/ And never a beggar came
• But she turn’d him away with a “Get you gone!’’
And she always said the same.
And Jig-a-ma-rig, he said it too,
And said it so very plain
That visitors thought it was Kitty’s voice,
And never came back again.
Alas, poor Kitty! she broke her leg,
In her cellar dark and deep ;
And faintly she cried for human aid,
And many a day did weep.
But when a soul came near her door,
Whose hand would set her bones,
The "Get you gone” of Jig-a-ma-rig
Was heard above her groans.
And when her body was wearied out,
And death itself occurred,
The “Get you gone” of Jig-a-ma-rig
Was all the prayer she heard.
Mrs, C. H. Gildersleeve.
—:—
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
ELLEN HUNTER:
A STORY OF TPI K WAR.
DEDICATED TO THE CHILDREN OF THE SOUTH BY ONE
WHO HAS BEEN AN EYE-WITNESS TO THEIR
SORROWS AND THEIR SUFFERINGS.
BY BYItD LYTTLE, OF VIRGINIA.
CHAPTER 111.
A LONG TALK.
HUNTER threw him
self upon the sofa, and
en brought her little
°bair and sat down be
side him, so that she
Mgf: might rub his head while he was
jP talking to her. Dr. Hunter had to
wjjf work very hard, and it was a great
treat for him to spend a quiet even
ing at home. After they were both nice
ly fixed, he said :
“So my little daughter wishes to know
what the war is to bo about. I wonder
if she ever heard of the Constitution of
the United States?”
“ Oh, yes, father; I know it is some
thing like our rules at school, only- all the
States have to go by it.”
“Well, now suppose y-our teacher was
to tell you that you must not only keep
those rules in school, but you must take
those same rules home with you, and
keep them there, too, what would you
think?”
“ I should say, father, he had no right
to do that, for y-ou and mother ought to
make rules for me to keep when I am at
home.”
“ That is what I think, too, Ellie. Now,
the Constitution is a set of laws to govern
States when they are united as a body,
but does not govern each State individu
ally. Every State has the right to make
its own laws, but when it becomes one of
the United States it must be governed by
tho laws of the United States, which are
all embraced in the Constitution. As a
State, it still keeps its own government
undisturbed. The Governors and Legis
latures take the place of the heads of
families, and make laws which they con
sider best for their children. Now, the
Northern people say we have no right to
do this—that they think it best to change
some of our laws; and we say, that soon
er than allow this, wo will fight for our
rights, and keep them by- force. It is
very difficult for me to explain this to as
young a child as y-ou are, but I wish 3-011
to see the justice of our cause.”
“But, father, Harry is at the North;
will he have to fight against ns?”
“No, my child; God forbid that any
child of mine should ever raise its hand
against the South. I know you are a
discreet little girl, so I will tell you what
my plans are, but I do not wish you to
speak of them to any one.”
Ellen said she would not, and her face
brightened up at the idea of her father
having such confidence in her.
“ I have written to-day-,” continued Dr.
Hunter, “to both of the boy r s, telling them
to come home. George, being at the Uni
versity, I could write more fully- to him,
and I expect him next week. I had to
write so cautiously to Harry than I am
afraid he will not sec the importance of
coming home immediately, particularly
as he is surrounded by Northern men.
However, it is not worth while for us to
worry- ourselves about what may hap
pen.”
“ I wish Harry was at home,” said El
len, after a few- moments silence. “I am
afraid he will not know- what to do.”
“Harry is smart enough,” said Dr. Hun
ter. “lie w-ili certainly come, but Ido
not like the delay that may occur.”
“Father, w-ill you have to fight,or will
the doctors stay at home?”
“No, my child, the doctors must do
their duty, too. lam too old to shouldci
a musket, but I shall offer my services as
a surgeon.”
“And what will become of us?’ said
Ellen, her eyes filling with tears.
“ The same kind Heavenly father who
has eared for you all your life so loving
ly,” said Dr. Hunter, “will take care 0
y-ou then. You will have a great deal to
do, though you are but a child. 0111
mother being delicate, you will have to
do all y-ou can to cheer her in 0111 a
sence, for of course she will be more casi
ly depressed than you, w-ho are well an