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U Me Aur Hum Torrent

' i 1Wmmwm31 NILHCMfckiSOL. MILLER, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER.THE CONSTITUTION AND THE UNION.TERMS$2.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE.VOLUME XVI.-NUMBER 16.1TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1872.(WHOLE NUMBER, 796.ChoiceI CO FOR GK.V7KT."THX TXTXRAJI VOLUXTEEB TO Btt COMRADE.It Mtm to Bf, Ji, Tery atnssc;The torn nnme thing are Uklng;It mr tight, tbU cry fur -chim:"That f.Jkjatoowremaklne." ChMirt, for the IWtfr, here belowla what we always want.But, till I know it triU be ofFur one, I go for G rant 1If cbanewUl throw oar gorenimentAgain in doubtful handa,TDhmm tmiH-Ude, weak intentWas nrnrn of ail the landIf Mchaag,M woald bring those traitors backWo mini twelro years ago.Whose crime and madness. In their trackBrought war, with all Its woeIf "change" must mean that we gire upThe fruits of victory.And haring drained the bitter cupOf bloody war, that weGo hack to Democratic rule,"And Jet Rebellion flauntAgain her flag; I'm Dot a fool:5'q, air! J go for Grant!Then as for Greeley: Well ! you see,I am not one of thaneWho think old friends can't disagreeBat they at once are foes ;As "farmer" and "philosopher,"IDs merits are allowedAs "TresidentP Excuse me sir.1 eant run mth thatcrmedt"These fifteen years RepublicanI've been, straight out andstrong.And don't choose now tnUAn the clanI've fought against an lng;These rebel "IcmocraU" (apartFrom all tbelr aprcfciua canttUU hmte wr principles at heart:We'd better go for G rant II don't say Grant is perfect quiteTo be told I had no faults.If I were be, would sickii melike IfM-rac or salts ;But if (.till himrstly to tryTo do the brt he canTo carry nut the nation's will.The equal rights of manEnforce the laws ife-dne not make;hoppress the infernal crewWboe midnight murders prove the fiendsFitly the hangnisn's .InStill to reduce the public debt.And our Just credit vauntIf these be rent, don't forgetThey're hit; I go for Grant!When Ilarry Clay was candidateForCougrt-Hs in Kentnckr,A UMong friend, in sharp debate,AnAailett ui rote, unlink V:Quoth Clay, If your idd nlle trneFr onre you'iTsnapped in vain,"IVoul.IVt break the M-k. or pick the flint.And trj her once again PThe few niitakr tliat Grant Las madeAre but of umall account;While on the credit aide arrayedWe find a large amount;Unity at home, with peace abroad,Iripcnty not scantA steady lishtening of the load.And so, 1 gf i fur Grant !I rsnnot yet bis deeds forgetho bfnnght us safely throughJhir civil war, the saddest farThe country rrr knew ;tt hen VlcksCurg f ! and Donelson,JInw loudly rang bU name.Till be, at Apiotn4ttox. won.With jvace Lin pnmdest fame!.Mv grandJre ift has told his sonIt was bis jiroodejit lostllr'A voted tteire for Washington;And 'twas his favorite ttr who in trar his country serves.And naiea it fmm th foe.In peart all honor wrll deservcaills country can bestow!And so, while principle and pride,JiiRtire and gratitude.All on his side stand thns allied.To keep me where stoodITiU Greeley, Trumbull, and the rest,I cry them now " Avannt!Take ion what road nu like the beat.For me I go with Grant."Select JfoiuTHE FORGED PATENT.A WEHTER RE.1IIXHCE9ICE.The changes which the last twenty years havewrought in Illinois, would lie incrcdilile to anymr ho hail not witnessed them. At that timethe RrUkmetita were few, and the spirit of enterprise which now prevadrs every comer of theMate hail not aw akeued. The bluffs of the beautiful Illinois ricr had never sent back the echoif the steam engine. Without a market for theirprisluce, the farmers confined their labors to thewants of their own families. Com was uearlythe only crop raised, and from the time.it was"laid by," near the end of Julie, till "pullingtime," in November, was a holiday, and the intervening perns! was paved ill idleness, exceptSatnnlavs. On that day, duly as it armed, thesettlers, at the distiller, amused themselveswith shooting at a mark, "training nags, and tooiften, when the tin cup passed freely around, inlighting.This is by no means a pit lure of all the settlements of that early period, but, that it is graphically true of many, none of the oldest settlerswill deny.One Saturday afternoon, in the )ear 1619, avotinc uiau was seen approacliinir. with slow anaweary steps, the house, or, rather, distillery, ofinquire Crosby, nt llreut's frame, an obscuresettlement on the -Military Tract. As usual onthat day, a large collection of people were amusing themselves at Crush) s,.w bo owned the distillery in tnat region, ana being a magistrate,was regarded by the settlers as rich, and consequent Ij a great man.The youth who now came ifp to the group wasapparently about twenty-one j cars of age, andof slender form, fair aud delicate complexion,with the air of one accustomed to good society,and it wnsevident at a glance that lie was notinured to the hardships of frontier life, or laborof any kind. But his dress was in strange contrast with his appearance and rrlanners. Hewore a buntiug coat of the coarsest linsey woolsej.a coinmnu straw hat, aud a pair of doeskinmoccasins. A large pack completed hit equipment. Every one gazed with curiosity upon the newcomer. In their eagerness to learn who he was,whence he came, and what was his business, theIiorse swap was left unfinished, the ritle laidaside, and even the busy tin cup had a teiupora-rv respite. ."The vonng man approached squire Crosby,whom ev en a stranger could distinguish as theprincipal penn among them, and anxiously inquired for .a house where he could be accoinmoilated.saving that he was extremely ill, and feltall the svniptoms of an approaching fever..--.I.,- -w-,1 him rliwaelv and suspiciously for amn,ni.nt n'lthout uttering a wont Knaves tnd-w indlcrs had been recently abroail, and the Ianennce of the youth betrajed that ha was a Van.. a name at that time associated la tbe mindsif tins icnorant with ever) thing that is base, fortune. At lueciosoo. mo war, wneu ine solMistakin? tb. silence of Crosbylbr a fear ofhis diers received from the government their bountyinabfl.tv to rav. the stranger smiled and said, of one hundn-d and sixty acres of land many of"I am not without money;" and putting his ! them offeres their pateuts to Mr. Wilson forliaimto lis racket to give wular proof f bisas-sale. Ending that they w.re resolved to selli:' ,.C.ri,,,rr,,r-stnick to find that his 'them, he determined to save them from thesac-K lvocket-'book was gone. It contained every cent .fd every centof his monev. besides parens of great value to him.'" ";?r"'""'. . . - s.i . - .'iiiii inonev, uraiow i--i" . - -witii.Hit n f.irthini'. without even;n a 1IB1T1 viletter to attest that his character was honorable.i .tr., U.u..and sickness rapidly comingnnon him. these feelimrs nearly drove him to des-paThSonlre- who had prided himself on hisscacity iu detecting villains, now found the useofhis tongue. With a loud and sneering voice1, aaiit" Stranger, you are barking np the wrong treeif you think to catch me with that ere Tankstnck o' yonrn."He proceeded in that inhuman strain, secondedby nearly everyone present, for the "Squire"was powerful, and few dared to displeasa him.Tbe youihelt teenly his desolate sanation, andcasting his eyes around the group, and in a toneof deep anxiety, inquired:"Is there none who will receive mel"Yee, I will," cried man amour the crowd;"yes, poor. sick stranger. I will shelter you." iThen, in a lower tone, he added: " I know notwhetber yon axe deserving, but I do know that 'you are a fellow-being, and in sickness and inwant; and for the sake of Him who died for theguilty, if not for your own sake, will I be kind toyou, poor stranger.me man wno stepped lortnami prouered ahome to the youth in the hour of his suffering,was Simon l3av is, an elderly man who residednear Crosby, and the latter was his deadly euemy. Uncle Simon, as he was called, never retaliated, and bore many persecutions of his vindictive neighbor without complaint. His familyconsisted of himself and daughter, bis only child,an affectionate girl of seventeen.The youth Lean! the offer of Mr. Davis, andbeard no more; for, overcome by his feelings andextreme illness, he sank insensible. He was conveyed to the house of his benefactor, and a physician called. Long was the straggle betweenlife and death. Though unconscious, he calledupon bis mother and sister, almost constantly, toaid him. When the youth was laid upon her bed,and she heard him calling for his sister, Lucy Davis wept, and said .to him, "Poor young man,yonr sister is far distant, but I will he to you asister." Well did this dark-eyed maidun keepucr piutuims. iay luu mgut sao waicueu uv crhim, except during the short intervals w hen sheyielded her post at his side to her father.At lengtn me crisis oltlie disorder arrivedthe day that was to decide the question of life ordeath. Lucy bent uver him with intense, anxiety, watching every expression of his features,hardly darini; to breathe, so fearful was she ofawakening him, from the only sound sleep he hjdenjoyed lor nine loug days and nights. At lengthhe awoke and razed up in the faee of Luc v Davis.and faintly inquired, "Where am If" Therewas intelligence iu that look. Youth and a goodcoustitutiou hail obtained the masterr. Lucyfelt that he was spared, aud, bursting into tears,rushed out of the room.It was two weeks more before he could sit up,even for a short time. He had already acquainted them with his name aud residence, but theyhad no curiosity to ltaru anj thing further, andforbade him giving his story until he becamestronger. His name was Charles Wilson, audLhis parental home Itoatoii.A lew days afterward, when ilr. Davis was absent from home, and Lucy engaged about herhousehold affairs, oung Wilson saw close besidehis Iliad Ins pack, aud, recollecting somithiiigthat he wanted, opened it. The first thing thathe saw was the ideutical pocket-book whose losshad excited so many regrets. He recollectedhaving placed it there the morning before hereadied llreut's 1'rairie, but in the confusion ofthe moment the circumstance w as forgotten. Heexamined it, and found ever) thing as he left it.The discovery restored him to health; blithereiwdved at prmcut to confine the secret to hisown bosom. Jt was gratifying to him to witnessthe entire confidence they reposed in the honorand inteirritv of a elianirer, and the pleasure w ith"which they bestowed favors upon one whom theyiio;:oki1 could make no return but thanks.Xight came, and iir. Dav". dM not return.Lucy passed ush.epli.ss night. Iu the luorni"Cshe watched hour utter hour for bis coming, andwhen sunset approached he was still absent.Terrified at his long ami unusual stay, she wassetting out to procuie a neighbor to go in searchof him, wlien her parent came in s'ght. She ranto meet him, ami was bestowing upon him man)'endearing expressions of affection, vvheu hisLaggard, woebegone couuteuance startled her.He uttered not a won!, and went into hishouse, and seated himself iu silence. It was invain that she attempted to cheer him. After aloug pause, during which there was a powerfulstruggle going on in his feelings, he arose audtook his ilanghter by the hand ami led her intothe risim where. Wilson wasseated. " Von mustknow all," ho said; "lam ruined; I am a beggar. Iu a few days I must quit this house thefarm which I have so highly improved audthought my own."He proceeded to slate that, a few days before,Crosby, ilia lit of ungovernable malice, tauntedhim with being a beggar, and told him that howas now iu his pow er, and he would crush himunder his feet. Wbeu Mr. Davis smiled at whathe regarded as only an iniisiteut threat, Crosby,to convince him, told him that the patent of hisfarm was a forged one, ami that be, Crosby,knew the real owner of the land; had written toiiurchase it ; ami expected a deed in a few days,lr. Davis immediately weut home for his pateiit,and during his long absence had visited the landoffice. Crosby was right. The patent, beyond alldispute, was a forged one, and the claim of Davisto the farm was not worth a farthing.It may "Ihi proper to observe that counterfeiting soldiers' patents was a regular uusiuew iusome of the eastern cities, and hundreds hul beenduped."It is not for myself," said the old inau,,"thatI grieve for this misfortune, lam advanced iulife, aud it matters little where or how I pass theremainder of my existence. I have a little homebeyond the stars, where )onr mother has gonebefore me, and where I would have loved to protect her child, my owti affectionate Lucy."Th weeiiinir cirl threw her arms around theneck of her father, and poured her tears uponhis bosom. " We can be happy still," said she,for I am )oung, and can easily support us both,'Anew scene followed, in which another individual was the principal actor. I shall leavethe reader to form his own opinion of it, andbarely remark that, at the close, the old mantook the hands of Lncy and Charles Wilson, andthen joining them, said: "Jly children, I cheer-r..iK-..iiaeiit to vour union. Thouch poor, witha good "conscience )oucau lie happy. I know,Charles, vou will Is) kind to my daughter, for ai-. :!,,. -,,-n when ins thouebt tnat no nilman car could hear jtra. I heard) on ferventlyimplore the blessings oi neavea upou my gni)hairs, and lhat God would reward my child forall her kindness to ) on." Takiug dow n his family Hible,. the venerable old man added, "It is aseason of affliction, but we are not forsaken. Letus look for support to Him who has promised tosustain us." He then opened tbe book and read:"Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be on tbe v ines, the labors of theolive shall fail, and the fields yield no meat, theflocks shall lie cnt off from tbe fold, and thereshall he no herd iu the stall, yet will 1 joy in theGod of my salvation."(shoeles and Lucv knelt beside the venerableold man, aud while he prayed they wept tears ofr-rairful emotion. It was a sleepless but not nn-happy night to the three inhabitants of the neat,cheerful dwelling they -sere about to leave, andgo they knew not where.It w"as then that young Wilson learned thereal value of money. By means of it he couldgive shelter to those who had kindly receivedhim when every other door w as closed upon him.All night lung he bad thought of the forcedpatent. There werea few words dropited by Mr.Davis which be could not dismiss from his mindthat Crosby had written to the real owner ofthe land, and had now obtained tbe promise ofthe deed.It is now time for the reader to become fullyacquainted with the history of the young stranger. Ills father. Charles Wilson, senior, was a merchant iu Itoston, who had acquired an immenserifiee of their hard earnings, and purchased at afair price all that were onereo, in tnree years,- ,.. .m-.il nnrtUi nf the Military Tract e3tne.inl,.,... ,... - ; .i , V .his nossession. On the day that Charles becameofage,he gave him . deed .to iue pnucipa part' of this land .in Illinois, ami insisted tnat be shouldI co out and see it... ml if he liked the country,- ' settle there. Wishing nun to become lueutibedwith the people, ha ?Inmnnr" ""-JJ iaside his broadcloth, and dress like a backwoods-Incompliance with this suggestion, the youngman had assumed a rude and rustic dress, so inappropriate to bis appearance and manners as toexcite some suspicions that he had motives forconcealing bis real character.. On the morning of his son's departure, Mr.Wilson received a letter from a man in Illinois,who had frequently written. He wished to purchase a certain section at government price,which Mr. Wilson promised he stonld ha,ve onthese terms, provided he forwarded a asrfificatefrom the judge of the circuit court that the lsndwas worth no more. The letter jnst received in-closed the cirtiBcate in Juration. Mr. Wilsonhad given this tract to Charles, aud putting theletter and certificate iuto his baud, enjoined uponhim to deed it to the writer, according to promise, upon his arrival in Illinois.The remarks of Mr. Davis forcibly remindedyoung Wilson of this incident, ami on the nextmorning after he had become acquainted withtbe plan of Crosby, with a trembling hand be examined the letter and certificate. It was written by Crosby, and the land he wished to purchase, was the identical farm of Davis.Astonished that bis friend, the Judge, shouldcertify that the land was worth iioVSiore, Mr.Davis asked to see the certificate; and after amoment's examination, nnbesitatiugly pronounced its signature a forgery.An explanation from the young man now became necessary, and calling Lucy into the room,be told them his story, and laid before them apile of pateuts and bank notes, one after anothertill the sum reached thousands. It was a day ofthankfnl happiuesa to Simon Davis aud hisdangbter, ai.il not less so to young Wilson.Not long after this scene, Crosby entered.His air was that of a man who has an enemy inhis power, and intends