Democratic Sentinel, Volume 12, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 November 1888 — Page 6

THE OLD BROKEN BUCKET. How sad to my heart aro the memories of childhood, WLe i pissing reflections present them to view, ’The cane of ratan that, whan I had been wild, would Descend on my back in a lively tittoo. The wide-spreading wood-pile, the ax that stood by it. The torture these caused me no language can tell: And, oh, how I pole ns in fancy I spy it. The bucket on wash daj- 1 bore to the well. The paint-covered bucket, the bale-rope-bound bucket, [ The old broken bucket I bore to the well. The b >ny old and the wreck it dragged after, The quaint village school house that stood near tbe hill. The church where our features, distorted with laughter We could not suppress, I- can picture them still. The motley attendance of overgrown children Who rallied at school to the sound of the bell— But, oh! the deep cup of my anguish Was filled when The bucket on wash day, I bore to the well. The wire-hnndled bucket, the lop-sided bucket, The old broken bucket I bore to' the well. The fussy schoolmaster, who frowned on all pleasure, Is gone and his voice will no longer be heard; The well-deserved slipper and woes without number, All deepest resentment within me have stirred. But one recollection with terror still fills me And casts o'er my childhood a rad, painful spell; N other event with such feelings instills me the bucket on wash day 1 bore to the well. ■> old, leaky bucket, the weather-warped bucket, The old broken bucket I bore to the well. Texas Siftings.

HE CAME AS A FRIEND.

A Story of the Wilderness Campaign. BY LIEUTENANT WHYLAND.

ble and bloody battle, and that from the dawn of the fifth until sunset of the sixth (according to history) fifteen thousand men were slaugtered in both armies; nor did the firing then entirely cease on the picket lines, for the occasional crack of a musket gave evidence that the pickets of both armies were on the alert, watching for an opportunity to do bodily harm to any one who exposed his person. That night I was detailed for picket duty and was stationed in front of our corps, not far from a point where the woods were said to be on fire; indeed, the smoke of the burning had already reached us; but as we were informed that the dead and wounded had all been removed we gave the subject no thought, knowing that beyond a thorough smoking, perhaps, it could do us no harm. I had gone back into the wood a short distance and built a little fire to cook coffee for my comrade and myself—having b?en fortunate enough to purchase a canteen of water from a passing soldier—and was rejoicing over the prospect of a feast fit for a king—-hard-tack and coffee. While waiting for the water to boil I had sat down, and, as I have stated, was brooding over my feeble fire, and being weary, it is just possible that I fell asleep. Whether asleep or awake, the following visions passed before my mind: I was up North among my friends and acquaintances and was warmly greeted. There was rejoicing on every hand, for the “cruelwar was over,” and the “flag of our Union” floated over the whole country, its honor no longer divided with another. Bonfires were burning, cannons were booming, and orators were shouting themselves hoarse, while bands were blowing “Hail Columbia” and “The Star-Spangled Banner” to tatters. In fact, the whole country had gone mad with joy. I was re* ceived everywhere as a hero, and proudly walked at the head of long processions in my thread-bare uniform, far prouder than a king in his robes of purple and gold. Then the scene suddenly changed. The year was 1862; I stood before a humble cottage, a cottage covered with trailing vines and flowers, but the fairest flower of all stood in the doorway, and, extending her hand, greeted me warmly. This was heaping coals of fire on my head, for I had scarcely been true to her; still I was not untrue, only a little wayward, that was all. Then she talked of parting, as she had on a former occasion, and gave the young soldier excellent advice, cautioning him against all excess“and, above all things, be true to your country, truer than yon have been to me. You are now going where you will know something of the realities of war, something of a soldier's life divested of tinsel and gold. Bealities will meet you on every hand, cold as the steel" of your sword, and as broad as the woimd in our country’s heart.” The next moment her fine lip curled and her manner towards me changed,

T was near midnight on the night of the sixth of May, 18G4, i that I sat brooding over my camp-fire after a day’s hard [fighting at the “Wilderness.” It will be remembered that this was the second day of that memora-

and in place of soothing words, the last parting was disfigured by sour looks and upbraiding—in short, we parted in anger. This was a true pic- , ture of the parting which burned into my heart, and this was the mountain of l ad that I had carried in my breast for many a day. How long I slept I know not, but I was rudely awakened by the grinding step of a man on the pine needles ami the rustling of dogwood bushes. ■ On opening jny eyes, I saw the head | and shoulders of a man peering over I the low bushes near me. Although he [ wore ths blue uniform, I at once felt suspicious, and, covering him with my revolver, called out: “Halt!” “Who i comes here, and why do you come?” I demanded with considerable energy, adding, “Why are you not with your comrades?” lat once ordered him to advance, and when he stepped into the feeble fire-light, I saw at a glance that his lower garments were gray, and at once jumped to the conclusion that my former suspicions were well grounded, for he was a Confederate, and an officer“Jest drop your weapon, stranger. Although not a friend, I come as a friend, and I put these things on” (pointing to his coat and cap) “in order that I might get through the lines and reach yer. I’m no traitor, nor ghost, nor goblin damned, nor about to be damned.” Dropping all idiom, he said: “I beard you in your den; I have no fear; I am no hireling, nor am I a traitor to my country or her cause, and what is more, I am not a spy upon you or yours. I come in peace, if you will, but can defend myself if I must.” “You’re a spy,” I angrily exclaimed, “and I arrest you as such; and, furthermore, I will see that you are shot some fine morning at sunrise. ” A sarcastic smile curled his lips as I spoke, and he boldly answered: “To die for one’s country is sweet; but there is one dying over yonder who is not of us, nor of "you uns,’ as the soldiers say. Put up your weapons, comrade, and hear me; after hearing my tale, slay me if you will, I shall be resigned. I’ve been over yonder, amid the smoldering broom and needles and falling branches; have walked along the ragged edge of battle, where Death stalked boldly. I was searching for a comrade, but found him not. The ‘heartless Johnnies,’ as ‘you uns’ call us, removed them all to a place of safety, at least all that could be found and reached. But there was one left, and as I was crossing a branch near a spring I sa w him, a soldier in blue. The fire had nearly reached him, in fact it was actually leaping from branch to branch above him; but he was unconscious—he knew not of his approaching fate. One beautiful white hand lay in the tiny stream, and the left hand, gloved, held a locket tightly clasped. I saw at a glance that he was sorely wounded, perhaps dying, but the closed eyes gave hope of life. I stooped, and, placing my hand on his heart, saw that le was not dead, only exhausted, perraps from loss of blood, perhaps from overexertion in attempting to reach the stream. Why a soldier in the teeth of battle should wear gloves was a mystery, but this question I laid aside for future solution, resolving at present to do all in my power for the poor unfortunate at my feet. “As I pressed my hand on his heart he opened his eyes, and such eyes—l have seen them only once in a lifetime—they were the eyes of a woman; the soft gazelle-like eyes of a mother or sister, borrowed to do battle for his country, for such eyes would wound more men than musket balls. When I hurriedly put my canteen to his lips he smiled, then I lifted him carefully and carried him to a place of safety and laid him down as tenderly as though he were my sweetheart. “As he felt the pressure of the earth he groaned, and almost immediately fainted. Then his gloved hands relaxed and the locket fell to earth, opening as it fell. I paid no attention to this at the time, as I was very anxious to bring him back to life and learn his name, his regiment and his corps, if possible. I was somewhat selfish in this, to be sure, because I would that, under like circumstances, the blue should-treat the gray in the same manner. “I administered such restoratives as I had on my person, and in a few moments was rewarded by seeing him slowly revive, but he was very feeble. I saw that life with him was short, and if I would learn anything of his history I must be active as well as discreet. “On becoming stronger his gloved hand began groping, as for a lost treasure, and I will own that, by the light of my feeble torch, I watched him curiously. Presently his hand closed on the locket, and I saw the miniature. Let me whisper in your ear, my friend, that it was not the face of a woman that looked out upon me, but the wellknown features pf a soldier. The truth dawned upon me at once. She had followed some unworthy lover—for no man is, or ever can be, worthy such a woman—preferring death, even courting death, rather than to suffer the pangs of disappointment. “Young man, I have little more to tell. What passed between us none will ever know. I have but another word for you, then s ?nd a bullet through my heart if you can. The sun picture in the locket was the picture of a veteran, of a true soldier; the face was yours. Follow me!” So saying he plunged into the wood, and I, in desperation, followed, my mind harrowed the while with all sorts of misgivings and imaginings. A thought, like a ghost, flew into my mind, asking if this was not a plot, the plan being to work upon my feelings with this weird tale until I was so wrought upon that I would, like a bird,

fly directly into the cage of the serpent and become an easy prey? I could scarcely believe this of a soldier, even if he was a Confederate,, and I felt that I would sooner question my sanity than quest on the honor of a true soldier. As I followed his rapidly retreating form, what a world of feeling surged through my heart. Little by little the solemn truth dawned upon me, but I was so obtuse that I refused to receive it, even when coming upon me with such terrible force. And still I confidingly followed. Soon we came to a place where a torch was burning feebly, and there in its flickering light, clothed in her regal beauty, lay the “Pearl of Almont,” wounded, even unto death. It is useless for me to attempt a description of my feelings; but I will say that the cloud of sorrow that swept over me was blacker than the ink with which I write and heavier than, the woe of death. There are sorrow's of earth too deep for human sympathy; then the soul springs with one gigantic bound to the Infinite. Irreligious as I was, I fervently exclaimed, “God pity me;” to which the Confederate gently responded, “Amen.” When I reached her she was walking very near the portals of eternity; she had scarcely strength to recognize me, only a feeble smile and a halfbreathed word, “Followed,” gave evidence of her truth. On the following morning a file of soldiers with trailing muskets and muffled drums bore the “Pearl” away, and I, the only mourner, sadly followed. As I was about taking the train for the far North, a gentleman placed his hand upon my shoulder and said: “He is at peace with all the world and his God.” So saying, he passed quickly out of sight; but I had recognized my Confederate friend, and sent after him a fervent “God bless you.” And now, let me say, should these lines ever reach his eye, he will recognize in them the hand of the “brown Lieutenant,” and again receive his thanks for invaluable favors. A brown shaft in the country churchyard stands sentry over her grave, and thereon is engraved the following: “She is at peace with all the world and her God. ” This is far better than to mingle with the dust as an “unknown;” but for the privilege of knowing where she rests I am under the greatest obligations to an officer in the Confederate army. “A man as true as ever wore the Union blue.”

Cutting a Five-Pointed Star.

To cut a five-pointed star with a single stright clip of the shears might seem a rather difficult feat to accomplish. Once known, the process is very simple. Take a sheet of paper of any size and fold it once across. Then make a fold at right angles to this, merely for the purpose of determining the center of the. paper. Throw the sheet back upon the single fold and let the center point be the point of a triangle when all the folding is completed. It must be understood that to have a five-pointed star there must be one single and two double folds, the folds being made outward from the center point. This single fold should be made to a point about four-fifths of the distance to the middle line when the center of the pajier was determined. The first double fold is made by folding the further side of the sheet as it is left after the single fold, back upon the outer edge of the latter. The second double fold is then made by folding what is now double upon what is triple. To obtain the star, now make a cut with scissors on a straight line diagonally across from a point some little distance removed from the apex, to the extreme outer lower point of the fold. The cut may be made from either regular side of the triangle. The eye must be guide as to the acuteness or obtuseness of the angles of the star. A very little practice will soon enable one to cut one of these stars with entire accuracy. Comparison of a star so made with a geometric star will show it to be far more symmetrical and graceful than the still mathematical product.— Chicago Herald.

The Value of Apples.

Speaking of apples, Prof. Faradaysays: “There is scarcely any article of vegetable food more widely useful ano more universally liked than the apple. Let every family in autumrf lay in from two to ten barrels, and it will be the most economical investment in the whole range of culinary supplies. A raw, mellow apple is digested in an hour and a half, while boiled cabbage requires five hours. The most healthful dessert that can be placed on the table is baked apple. If taken freely at breakfast, with coarse bread, and without meat or flesh of any kind, it has an admirable effect on the general system, often removing constipation, correcting acidities, and cooling off febrile conditions more effectually than the most approved medicines. If families could be induced to substitute the applesound, ripe and luscious—for the pies, cakes, candies, and other sweetmeats., with which childr n are too often stuffed, there would be a diminution of doctors’ bills sufficient in a single year to lay up a stock of this delicious fruit for a season’s use.

The Silence Would Be Profound.

“I wonder what you would say, Brown,” said Jones, tentatively, “if I should ask you to lend me $50?” “Don’t wonder any more, Jones,” said Brown, promptly. “I shouldn’t say anything.”— Somerville Journal. Whittles, the poet, is a relative of Daniel Webster, on the maternal side.

MR. CLEVELAND TALKS.

HE SAYS HILE’S “’ART WAS TRIE TO POLL.” Tlie Chief Magistrate of New Y'ork Manipulate* Tiling* in His Own Interests — Senator Quay "Wins Nearly #100,090 Brice I* Blamed by Everybody. [Washington special.] President Cleveland never looked more ealm or more self-possessed than he did the afternoon of the 7th when a reporter called at the Executive Mansion. The President had finished luncheon and had just begun at his desk when the reporter entered. He wore his conventional suit of black broadi appearance indicated that he had had a good night's rest. He gave a cordial greeting, smiling pleasantly, and inquired: “Well, what can I do for you?" The reporter briefly stated that the object of his errand was to learn the President's views of the result of the election. President Cleveland replied: . "I dislike to see my name figuring in set interviews in the daily press. I have no objections to answering a few questions, but I prefer that our talk should take the form of a brief, informal chat. “You desire to learn, you say, to what cause I attribute our loss of New York. I answer frankly that I do not know. I should say"—a.nd the President laughed quietly—“that it was mainly because the other party had tne most votes. Your remark when you first entered the room indicates that you regard me as indifferent to the result. I am not indifferent. I look upon the situation from a practical and common-sense standpoint. It is not a personal matter. It is not proper to speak of it either as my victory or as my defeat. It was a contest.between two great parties battling for the supremacy of certain Well-defined principles. One party has won and the other has lost—that is all there is to it.” “Do you think, Mr. President, that Gov. Hill acted in good faith toward you?” The President laid down the bundle of papers he had been holding in his hand, and with more earnestness than he had previously displayed said: "I have not the slightest doubt of Gov. Hill's absolute good faith and honesty in the canvass. Nothing has ever occurred to interrupt our kindly relations since we ran on the ticket together as Governor and Lieutenant Governor.” “I would like to inquire, Mr. President, how Mrs. Cleveland bears your defeat?” “O! she feels about it just as I do. You know the defeat brings its compensations. AVe shall now have some time to ourselves and can live more as other folks do." “Shall you continue your residence at Oak View or return to Buffalo?" asked the reporter, “I haven’t given that subject a thought, nor shall I for the present. There is no hurry about it. My future movements are as yet wholly unsettled.” KNIFED BY HILL. How Cleveland AVas Defeated—The Chief Magistrate of New York Manipulates Things in His Own Interest:. [New York telegram.] The jeremiads are ueitig sung today. One is the wail of the mugwump, and the other is the requiem over the .blasted prospects of Governor David Bennett Hill. The political career of his Excellency is without doubt wound up. He organized this State for himself, without paying any attention to Cleveland. All the liquor men and the disreputable members of society generally were tor Hill, as he has vetoed the high license bills both years they were passed by the Republican Legislature. All through the State where his friends are the strongest he ran ahead of Cleveland. Where Cleveland Democracy is strongest ho suffered but slightly, and not in proportion to the number of mugwump votes found in these localities. In his own county Hill ran 520 votes ahead of Cleveland. In Erie County, where Cleveland used to live, but where now Governor Hill's friends have charge of the Democratic organization, Cleveland was defeated by over 2,000, while Hill had almost 5,000 plurality,- a difference of about 7,000, In Rensselaer County, where Cleveland was defeated by 374, Hill had 790 plurality. This is the county where Chairman Edward Murphy, of the Democratic State Committee, lives, and is the local leader. In Monroe County, where Governor’s Hill’s friend, Secretary of State Cook, lives and controls the German vote, Cleveland was defeated by almost 5,000, and Hill ran ahead of Cleveland more than 2,000 votes. .Rochester is in this county. In Onondaga County, where Hill has many friends in the Democratic organization, he ran 1.i'.00 votes ahead of Cleveland. Syracuse is in this county, and Hill’s friends control the city organization there. In Oneida County Hill ran over 800 votes ahead of Cleveland. David Disber was the State committeeman from this county until he was put off the committee by the Cleveland men on account of his disreputable character. He is an ex-gambler and a friend of the Governor. In New York the liquor men had a Hill organization of their own, and made enough difference in the vote to elect Hill without any gains throughout the State. They were encouraged in their purpose by the State Committee. On election night, when the returns from all over the State told that Cleveland was defeated and that Hill was elected, the State Committee held a jubilation meeting. They were making so much noise about it that the crowd around the hotel took it up, and the news spread through the town. Senator Gorman came down from the National Committee to the Hoffman House and told the State Committee that they might at least have the decency to conceal their joy. After this they subsided for a while. The results of the vote in this city, as revised and announced semi-offlcially to-day, enable one by a simple arithmetical calculation to determine within a few hundred of the number of mugwumps in this town. Cleveland’s plurality was 57,213, Hill’s was 68,353, Jones’ was 73,290. The mugwumps supported Cleveland and Jones; they opposed Hill. Jones was the Democratic candidate for Lieutenant Governor, and his name was on the same ticket with Gov. Hill’s, the twa names making up the State ticket. The various mugwump newspapers and the first meetings that opposed Hill urged on the mugwumps the necessity of voting against Hill, and, at the same time, of voting for the other man on the same ticket, that they might emphasize in this easy way the immense number of voters who were opposed to Hill. THE LOSERS AND WINNERS. Senator Quay Said to Have Made #90,000 on Election Bets. In all at least $500,000 was wagered in the hotels in the neighborhood of Madison Square during the campaign, says a New York dispatch of the 7th inst. Most of the money is yet in the hands of the stakeholders. “Billy” Edwards surrendered about $30,000 to bettors on Harrison to-day. The big bettors during the campaign were Matthew S. Quay, Hamilton Disston, and John- L. Hill, of Philadelphia; “Jim” Mahoney, AVilliam L. Scott, of the Democratic Campaign Committee; Edward 8. Stokes, John and “Phil” Daly, and ox-Senator Jones, of Nevada. The biggest winner on Harrison is Chairman Quay. He was a member of a syndicate of PfelUdelphia who formed a “pool” of

about $250,000. to which he contributed SBO,OOO. The money was bet here and in Philadelphia by H. L. Swords, sergeant-at-arms of the Republican National Committee, and John L. Hill. Good odds were obtained and Mr. Quay is estimated to have made about $90,000. Ex-Congressman John J. Adams has won about SIO,OOO. Edward M . Stokes made most of his bets on the election of Hugh J. Grant to the mayoralty, and would have made about SIB,OOO but for the fact that on Tuesday night, when Republicans were becoming offensive in their dem- ; onstrations, he was moved to bet SIO,OOO i that Mr. Cleveland was elected. The loss of this diminishes his winings to SB,OOO. ExGov. Hauser of Montana loses about $20,000. The biggest loser is “Jim” Mahoney. He went into the betting as a pure speculation. His confidence has cost him about $40,000 at the lowest estimate. Subway Commissioner Daniel L. Gibbons has- lost several thousand. H. AV. AValker has sent SI,OOO in the same direction. Congressman William L. Scott has lost a very large sum of money, but its amount cannot be estimated, as it was spread in many places. John Dalv has parted with $30,000. James E. Kelly, a bookmaker, is a winner of about $60,000, it is reported. Col. W. L. Brown is a heavy loser, and George Bowman loses about $90.000. a part of which goes to a Maine syndicate of which Joe Manley is a member. There were men around the Hoffman House to-day strong enough in political sentiment to bet large sums of money that Cleveland had been elected. One of them. Joseph Rickey, of Missouri, offered bets freely. Notwithstanding the confidence of a lot of Republicans that their candidate had won. only one took up his offer. Mr. Rickey will probably lose about $30,000. THEY WILL ALL HAVE TO GO. A Boston Man’s Prediction Regarding Hold-Over Ke publicans in Federal Positions. A curious prediction was made at the Custom-house in Boston by prominent hold-over officials regarding the policy of the victors in distributing the spoils. This gentleman positively asserted that the first of the present employes of the Customhouse who will be asked to take a walk next March will be the Republicans who were retained by the Democratic administration. The outs claim that these undisturbed officials sacrificed all right and title to further consideration by their party in consenting to remain in office under tho Cleveland regime. They also argue that many of the hold-overs have fed quite long enough at the public crib, and should be willing to give way to those who helped the party back to power. The mugwumps who have found their way into Government positions will of course be mercilessly beheaded, and so will the Democrats. There will be a new deal all around. “Because Cleveland has been a fdol,” concluded the official, “is no reason why Harrison should be one." EVERYBODY BLAMING BRICE. The Democrat's Ch liriuan Being Heartily Abused—Hewitt’s Defeat. Calvin S. Brice. Chairman of the Democratic National Campaign Committee, says a New York telegram of the Bth, is suffering all the vicissitudes of the vanquished. Betting men are denouncing him because he raised false hopes after he knew the election was against him. The Democratic newspapers proclaim his incompetency in the management of Mr. Cleveland’s campaign. Republican dailies call him Colonel Rainbowchaser Brice, and a man from Ohio says he is no colonel. The overwhelming defeat of Abram S. Hewitt is now attributed to the venality of the County Democracy heelers. These heelers were evidently bought up by Tammany. On the afternoon of election day County Democracy heelers in Harlem tore down the pictures of Mayor Hewitt, from their ballot booths and declared for Hugh Grant. Tammany's candidate. HOW THE WAGERS RESULTED. Probably #200,000 Changed Hands in Cincinnati on the Election. The late campaign was characterized by a great deal of confidence on the part of both parties in Cincinnati, Ohio, and enthusiasts freely risked their money on the result. It is not at all improbable that $200,000 changed hands on the result in bets ranging from SSOO to $13,000. Among the heavy losers are Abraham Furst, $5,000; Labold Brothers, about $7,000; Ottic Arrnlader, $1,000; Simon Wolfstein. $400; Lew Kraft. $1,200; R. N. Fenton. $3,000; Albert and Sigmund Mayer. $1,800; George Hubbell. $1,500; Henry Ziegler. $1,800; Robert Linn, $13,000. The losses of William Finlaw and Mark Simonton are very heavy. Between them they probably lost $20,000. CABINET-MAKING. The List that Seems to Meet with General Approval. There is already a good deal of Cabinetmaking by the politicians, and the following is a list which seems to meet with general approval among Republicans: Secretary of State, John Sherman; Secretary of the Treasury, William B. Allison; Secretary of AV ar. Russell A. Alger; Secretary of the Navy, AVilliam P. Frye; Secretary of the Interior, AVarner Miller; Postmaster General. John Wanamaker; Attorney General, Judge Thomas Settle, of North Carolina. At the last Congress a bill was passed raising the Commissioner of Agriculture to a member of the Cabinet, and the President will have an additional adviser, who will probably be some AVestern man, as it is the purpose to place the Bureau of Public Lands under the new department. ANNA DICKINSON HEARD FROM. She Brings Suit to Recover #1,250 froiu the Republican Committee* Anna E. Dickinson, the lecturer and actress. has begun suit in the Supreme Court of New York against the Republican National Committee to recover $1,250 for services rendered during the campaign. She claims she< was engaged in September to deliver thirtysjectures in the West, and was to receive sl’2s for each lecture and her expenses. Shejius received the $3,750. but claims it was alsb agreed that in the event of Harrison's election she was to receive $5,000. The complaint has been served on Senator Quay and his fellow-committee-men. THE MONEY SIDE. Millions of Dollars Expended by the Campaign Committees. The campaign that has closed lias cost an immense amount of money, more than twice as much as any previous one. The exact amount is difficult to estimate, but each of the national committees raised and sppnt more than $1,000,000, and each of the Ntiw York State Committees $1,000,000 more. The Democrats sent out 16.000,000 documents from their headquarters in New York City, which does not include those mailed to their constituents by Congressmen, and the Republicans must have handled as many more. The printing bills of either committee must have amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Mantle lambrequins of heavy crimson plush are decorated with thick fancy cord embroideries in rich brown shades. Diffidence is, perhaps, quite as often the child of vanity as of self-' depreciation.— Julia G. R. Dorr. i