Plymouth Tribune, Volume 3, Number 50, Plymouth, Marshall County, 15 September 1904 — Page 3

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CII AFTER VI. Continued.) After I had sht thus meditating for nbcut ten minutes, I began my work. I "wrote very quickly, and in less than an hour I had finished my task. I opened rny Ioor and as quietly as I could, without an appearance of stealth, descended the stairs, hoping to reach the kifel en unobserved. But my master was watching too vigilantly; he came out of the parlor as I reached the landing place. 'What do you want creeping about the house at this time of night?" he asked, sharply. "I was going down into the kitchen t. get a glass of water,' I answered. I have finished my work." "You can't go into the kitchen; Martha has gone to bed. You can go into my room and et water, and then go to bed." Without answering him, I remounted Jhe stairs and heard him following me. I went into his room and drank a glass of water, for I wa3 really parched with thirst. While I was there I heard him ascend the second flight of stairs and go into my room. As I reached the door I met him coming out, with the envelopes in his hand. I wished him good night, but he did not answer me. I watched him over the bannisters, heard him pass along the passage, lock the street door, take out the key, and then re-enter the parlor. "I am a prisoner," I thought; "and he will take good care that I have no communication with Martha. Suddenly I remembered the wa7 I got out of the house on that memorable October night. As soon as all wer abed, I would creep up to the boys' room they might all be asleep, nnd not hear me; and if they should, I did not believe that they would betray me; I had always been as kind to them as I had dared, shielded them from punishment when I was able, and I believed that they liked me. I felt renewed confidence after this thought. "I had better lock my door," I thought, "in case he should come up, and find me not in bed." The key was not in the lock! It must have been taken out while I was getting that glass of water. This last incident shook my courage severely. "Perhaps they want to enter my room, and smother me in my sleep!" was my first thought. Then I remembered that I had heard my master say that he should not resolve upon any course of action until he had satisfied himself of what I knew. While i was thus revolving in my mind every imaginable horror, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I put out my light, and tore off my boots and coat, and then jumped into bed. The footsteps stopped outside my door, paused for several seconds, then I heard the handle cautiously turned, and a light began to crelp through the slowly opening door. The agony I endured at that moment I shall never forget I could not move nor speak, but lay watching the stream of light gradually broaden, until it was darkened by the figure of Mr. Forter standing upon the threshold. The rays of the candle fell upon his face; it blotches were inflamed with drink, but otherwise it was very pale, and there was a haggard look upon it. As he caught the expression of my face, he started back. I am certain it must have been very ghastly.. As he stood thus, I fancied I saw a black shadow flit suddenly behind him. "Ain't you asleep?" he said, in a thick ' voice. "No, sir. Oh, how you frightened me!" I cried. I could not help it. "That shows you have a sinful onscience; the righteous sre never frightened. I am never frightened. Prry pray, and then go to sleep." lie was more intoxicated than I had ever seen him before, lie closed the door; then I heard him put the key in the lock; then, click! The key was turned! Mj last hope was gone. I was powerless, helpless; a prisoner, utterly at the mercy of this man. I sprang cut of bed; I searched for a match there m&s not one in the room. I drew up my blind, but the night was moonless and cloudy. I opened my window, and looked out. All was deathly rtill; not a leaf rustled; not a ray of light anywhere; naught but black shadows. I was looking down upon a gulf to which there seemed no bottom. Once, in my desperation, I half resolved to cast myself out, but the depths looked too awful. I closed the window again, lest the temptation should be too powerful to resist. Bsthed in perspiration, yet shivering with cold, utterly prostrated by the brooding horror that was upon me, I threw myself upon the bed, and waited my fate. CHAPTER VII. Flow or when I fell asleep I could never remember. But I did fall asleep. Neither can I remember how long I slept. From the time that I threw myself despairingly upon my bed, all is hazy. I can never precisely separate the vision from the reality. First, the dream. I was living back in the past. It w.-js the very October night that I have so minutely described. I was standing at the window of the boys bedroom; I was surrounded by the old faces that had departed long ago; the moon was shining brightly, as it did on that night I thought that I had just shaken hands all round, and was looking below, half fef ;ul of the perilous descent I was about to make. Standing out clearly in ti - broad light, with her face upturned towards mine, was the child of the Norman gate, her face colorless and statuesque, her hair glistening in the moon's rays, just as I had seen It once before. She was waiting for me. We were going to fly together, whither I 'know not. I had begun my descent, and was rapidly n earing the bottom, when my steps were suddenly arrested. Just on a level with my head, writhing and twisting its coils round , one . of the protuberant branches of the pear tree, was a red snake; but although its body was a mass of moving coils, its head was perfectly motionless; and out of it glared a pair of cold, stony eyes that held mine with a horrible fascination. I tried to take away my gaze from them, but they held me with a resistless , power. All strength deserted me; my hrcds relaxed their grasp of the boughs, n.y feet slid powerlessly from their hold,; and I fell The reality. I awoke not with a start; but I slowly rose up into a sitting posrsre, as though an iron leer, worked by some hiddena power, had pressed me upwards. I could feel that my eyes were wide open and staring my whole body locked and rigid. Upon the desk at tb foot of the bed ctcod a lamp, the light of which was rtrongly intensified by a reflector. Its glxre fell full upon a woman's face. In an instant I recognized Judith Porter. Tl3 wts attired la a dreca of bbel: rJ

vet, made high up to her throat; draped bebindher head was a curtain of black velvet,' upon which was, as it were, throwa in powerful relief her pale countenance and red hair. Iler eyes were unnaturally dilated and fixed. They seemed drawing my soul out of my body, and absorbing it in themselves. My next sensation was that I was speaking answering questions, of what nature I could not tell, for the a::swers ware made without any volition on my part; they seemed drawn by come occult influence from the most secret recesses of my memory. By and by all consciousness deserted me, and I became motionless. When I awoke I was lying just as I had thrown myself, half dressed, upon the bed. The dull light of a lowering sky, out of which the rain was descending m torrents, was upon me. My visitant had left no trace behind her; every article was precisely in the same condition, as far as I could Kmember, as when I retired to rest. I got off the bed and bathed my head and face with cold water. This revived me; but ther was a dullness about the brain that I could not clear away. As my faculties resumed their function. I became conscious of sensations yet more strange. There was a feeling of voidncss, as though some vital principle had been drawn from me; but, above all, there was an intense longing to be again within the influence of those eyes yet I shuddered at the thought There was a spell upon me a spell that drew me irresistibly towards1 Judith" Porter. Mr. Porter's threat was no idle one. Body and soul was, through his daughter, utterly subdued to his will. Out of her presence, I- felt that I could not exist I followed her about like a

spaniel dog. I was ever trying to catch her gaze; a few seconds beneath its influence reduced me to a trance-iike state, in which my soul seemed to pass from my keeping into hers. My sleep when I could sleep, which was seldom was hrunted by the wildest fantasies. My health soon began to suffer; my cheeks became hollow, my looks emaciated. It was as though a vampire was preying upon my life. It was not love that she inspired me with, but a fearful fascination; while I lay at herfeet, passionately imploring her to takepity upon me, to give me her love, to become my wife, I would have given the worid to have possessed the power to fly from her to the furthermost extremity of the earth. I was her slave bound to her by chains stronger than were ever forged by human hands. And she was merciless in her power. She hated lie, loathed me, despised me! She did not teH me so. but my instincts, now preternat -rally sensitive, needed no words to divine her thoughts. While a free agent I bad refused, shrunk from an alliance with her, and she was now enjoying her vengeance. "You should have taken me when I was offered to you." she said, mockingly, "now it is too late!" I knew she did not mean the latter pprt of her sentence. I knew that after she had glutted herself with my torture, she would become my wife. I could read it as plainly as though her mind had been a printed book open before mc. I still went through the form of superintending the boys, but I was very little use in this pitiable condition, and Mr. Porter himself, was oftener in the school room than I had ever known him before, lie treated me the same as usual, but he never regarded me without a cunning leer of triumph. Except during the school hours I was never suffered to enter the kitchen, or to exchange a word with Martha. I afterwards learned that she made several attempts to get to me, but .all these efforts wee balked by the vigilance of her ' master or mistress. As for me, I made no effort to see her, neither had I any desire; I was alienated from every' object in life save one. One night as I was going to bed, I found her standing close against the' wall upon the first landing. She laid her hand upon my arm, and said, in a whisper, "What are they doing to you. Master Silas? What has so awfully changed you? You don't look like a creature of this world. Can I do anything for you? "You can't do anything for me, Martha. Thank you for your offer," I said, pressing her hand. "Is it true that you are going to marry Mis Judith? "I hope so," I answered: and yet 1 shuddered as I spoke. "Poor boy! Whatever can it be that ails yon? I do believe that woman has bewitched you!" Before I could answer, the Eouni of footsteps in the passage warned us that spies were at hand. I blew out my candle and crept upstairs; and Martha disappeared' in another direction. One evening, several of the principal members of the congregation of Little Bethlehem were invited to tea. I was present, and was seated next to Judith, who was kind and almost affectionate in her demeanor towards me. When the meal was over, we went and sat together at the window, she drawing her chair close to mine, now and-then laying her hand upon my shoulder, suffering her long hair to brush against my cheek as she pointed out some object in the garden, and now and again casting a furtive glance from beneath her drooping lids that shot through me like a flash of fire. At the other side of the room Mr. Porter was talking to his friends in a subdued voice. I and Judith were the subjects of the conversation. A portion of it occasionally fell upon niy ear. "He dotes on the ground she walks upon," I heard him say. "It is sinful to so love a creature of dust: but she is a treasure more precious than gold." "Yes; she has always been a pious, modestly behaved young woman," answered one of the tea drinkers, Mrs. Humphries. In a modifying tone; "but what has become of that Mr. Rodwell? I thought there was going to be a match there?" "Could I trust my precious lamb to that man of sin?" ejaculated the reverend aypocrite, in a voice of pious horror. "I had hoped to turn his heart from the ways of the wicked; but it was callous and nnregenerate; r.nd finding that I bade him go his ways, and told him my child was not for him." The party groaned an approval of this conduct v "This young man," he went on, evidently referring to me, "has nothing neither money, nor birth, nor friends; but thanks to me, he has a humble heart that reverences those who have been good to him. And Is not that far above the riches of this world, which are but as dross?" f 4rYet a little worldly wealth is n3cesrary to. U3 while we are sojourners in this vale cf tear," remarked Mrs. Uunpirki

J?y and by the party left, and we were alone. I and Judith sat still at the window, watching the angular, gloomy looking figures go down the garden walk, preceded by their host t "Ah, if you would always be to me as you have been this evening!" I said to her, gently laying my hand upon hers. "Poor idiot!" she cried, with a mocking laugh; "do you- think it was for your sake that I played the fool to-night? It was only to 'throw dust in the e.vs of those hypocrites, and give a color to what I have to do. You see, I have no secrets from my lover." she -went on, with momentarily increasing irony. "You will not be able to accuse me hereafter of having deceived you. My candor relieves you. too, from the trouble of eavesdropping. You can learn nothing fresh from behind the rhododendron bush." ? "You know. then, that?" I betan. faintly. "1 do know that, nnd every secret thought of your soul." she interrupted fiercely. "There is nothing that you can conceal from me. I have but to ask, and you must answer." I shuddered, but could not speak. "Now listen to me, Silas Carston. or whatever your name may be. You have made me drink my degradation to its bitterest drop. My father asked yen to make me your wife; and yon refused me you," a base-born, pitiful, mean hound like you, refused me you, whom I look upon as dirt beneath my feet! Had you spared me that degradation had you taken me then, I would have fought against the contempt I felt for you; I would have done all in my power to have done my duty. I would have even been grateful to you. Now I hate you, I loathe you; and yet I will marry you, that I may degrade, you, make yoa my

tool, and your life a curse!. 1 tell you all this boldly and fearlessly, for you cannot shake off my power. You will be my slave, as much as ever, and crawl and fawn upon me nnd implore my lovt as much as you did before." (To be continued.) HIS TITLE IS THE STAKE. French Count Will Lose His Rank Unless lie Weds a Kich Wife. Count Alphonse De' Campau has co?ae to America to get a wife. Tbo brutal frankness with vhicli he has announced the object of his visit is somewhat humiliating to American pride, but it is not altogether reprehensible. Count De Campau is'wllling to marry pretty much any girl who has fair hair, blue eyes, a graceful figure and $50,000 a year. In exchange he will bestow upon her his title and a certain dominion over his family estates at Toulouse. In explanation ho says: "If 1 do not get ?."io,OUO a year the estates pss away. If the estates pass -.away, there is no need of perpetuating my family. Therefore I have no need of a wife. If I have a wifo I must keep the estates. It will take at least 00,000 a year to maintain them.. Therefore, if I have a wife, I must have $50.000 a year; do you see?" Of course we see. The whole thing is as plain as the nose? on Count De Campau's face. We would not see quite so clearly, perhaps, had not the same thing been done so often before, but in the circumstances there is notlifor it but for the American people e In exactly what estimation their jodug women -are held by any and every titled foreigner who is willing to bargain for one of them. Any. girl who has money enough can have a more or less noble husband for the ask. ing, and there does not seem to be any so ignoble foreigner who may not pro vide t himself with a rich American wife if he is in the matrimonial market See? Why, how could anyone help seeing, with the landscape from Boston to San Francisco littered up with modest maidens who are perpetually hawking their charms, plus a pecuniary bonus, about this and other countries. We have nodoubt in the world that Count De Campau will have little or no trouble in obtaining the wife he is looking for. If he were a Turk instead of aFrenchman,' he might have a score of them, lie has a commodity to sell that commands its own price and of which the supply never seems to equal the demand. The American who was ass or vulgarian enough to make such 'an exhibition of himself might ba treated with derision and contempt by the rich young women of the country, but Count De Campau will not be thus despitefully used. Were he without his title, the proposition which he has to make to the fairhaired, blue-eyed, graceful, flfty-mil-lion-dollared young femininity of America might seem insulting, but as it Is not one In thousands of them will take It that way. The transaction which is proposed is legal, it has the. sanction of society, and it is not even popularly reckoned to be unvlrtuoua. Far from it' We have no doubt that quite a number of beautiful and charming young' le(lies, through their duly accredited paternal or maternal matrimonial agents, will hasten to enter Into negotiations with Gjant De Campau. In fact, we would' not be surprised to see quite a bargain day rush to marry him if he should consent to mark himself down to $49,009 on Mondays and Fridays. Charleston News and Courier. lias lie Been Around? One man with horticultural accomplishments Is turning his knowledge to account these days In a novel way. He poses as a flower doctor. Patients are secured by scouring the streets where house plants are displayed In the windows and offering to treat those that present a faded appearance. "I see," he says to the woman who comes to the door, "that your plants are not up to the mark Most house plants have a ragged look in the spring. These are very fine plants, and It would be a shame to lose them. With a little attention given them before they are too far gone they can be braced up and made as vigorous as ever." . Nine times out of ten the man gains permission to examine the plants. Nobody knows just what he does to them. To all appearances he doesn't do much of anything. He picks off a yellow leaf here, punches a twig there, and pokes the earth some place else, and thus ends the treatment For each professional call tha man gets 10 cr 15 cents, according to the generosity of the householder. Sometimes he r.wils as many as twenty lots of Cowers a day, which at lsazi insures hin a lodging and comtthinj to cat, N

MANY YET FANCIFUL.

COSTUMES ARE OTILL TRIMMED ELABORATELY. Many Women Dislike to Return to Strict Plainness of Make in Tailor Gowns-Ways in Which the Embellishments Are Employed. New York correspondence: OVELTY is not exhausted in the way of pleatings, tuckings and the like. To think of the numerous ways in which such embellishment has been employed in the last year is to be prepared for the statement that such ornamentation Is past or passing. But no such statemen: may be made, for examination of the f models disclo. that these devices are resorted to as often as ever. Some of the tricks with them are, entirely familiar, but more are of a new sort, and It becomes plain after a little looking that to rank as stylish the arrangements should have some air of novelty. Extraordinary means are taken at times to accomplish this, the pleats looking as if introduced more for a look of oddity than for any other purpose. You'll see I little tucks taken horizontally in the yoke section of skirts, where the eye is accustomed to see them taken in the opposite way, and where they would not seem at all admissible were it not , that JusUrs of them here and there about the hips, with like finish in the bodice, disclose a definite scheme of ornamentation, one whose ingenuity must be acknowledged at once, even if endorsement of its appearance must await longer study. Nor is- there tm be reported a great lessening in the use of rufflings. Skirts thickly set with narrow ruffles are not met with often, but on the other hand there are many skirts whose chief trimming is of this order, and as for bodices, some of the new models are little else but ruffles.' Such a model was the calling dress of the small picture at the beginning of this depiction. This was in pearl gray taffeta, and with additional embellishment in Irish lace, passementerie and ornamental buttons was highly wrought enough. Lace trimmings, too, are as lavish or nearly so as they have been, and while afternoon street dress surely Is to be simpler, the calling gowns of your fashionable woman in town will be as complicated as were her afternoon dresses for the show parade at the summer resort of her choice. Two new designs for calling dresses appear in the first of the accompanying large pictures. One was green peau de sole, black chanÜlly lace and black silk cord, and the other was blue liberty silk self-trimmed. The latter was an out-and-out 1830 model, and its presence in the fall offerings is significant of the stubbornness vith which the fashions of this period hang on to women's favor. Also is It ntrUve of the richness of this tine ccrliiittl as a field for dasignerx raTLIa H:tns fcx elaboration rzzj t;

CALLING GET-UPS AND A WRAP.

FOR FALL AFTERNOONS.

taken to mean that the admirers and endorsers of highly wrought effects are too numerous to down. Tailors will teH you that, while many of their customers rejoice at the renewed stylishness of simplj finished suits, nearly as many more fret under the restrictions and rather seem inclined to bemoan the passing of the farcy tailor-made, lace trimming and all thr other notions that logically did not beong to it, though it must be admitted th:it at times their beauty was sufficient to saother the average woman's sense of logic. In less degree, like evidence may be found in the designs prepared for fall afternoon use on the street. A rightabout has been indicated, prophesied and urged strongly in this department of woman's dr,ess. The summer standards were almost on par with those of most winters in evening dress, and the fall and winter were to be so simple as to verge on plainness, and never, never should go, further in the way of trimming than to suggest a different effect from that other woman's. But that isn't sufficient for all fashionables, and some of the fall suits, especially those for early fall wear, are quite Individual enough to set other women to studying them. Two of these gowns are side by side in a picture here. At the left see dark red cloth and ap!iiued black, silk trimming, and opposite ..ud light gray cloth banded with white cloth. Now if suits of this character may be worn, surely there's no need of characterless plainness, but there's one point to the situation that should be made clear. Gowns of this character will do very nicely for her who has an extensive wardrobe, but they'll hardly stand wearing very often, so the possessor of fewer dresses should be less distinctive for the afternoon promenade. The present indication is that a fashionable woman will need, this winter, to spend almost or quite as much money for wraps as she did last winter, when the variety in these garments was remarkable. No form of garment is identifiable that is to have such especial favor as to outrank others, so again it will be a case of suit yourself if you can, and be as-

sured of the stylishness of your choice. This difference should be noted: Capes are coming in, and It is likely by the time woman must wear such protective garments that your simple cape will pass muster as surely as will a coat of more ornate design. Yet the designs as now disclosed include a deal much like the styles of. last winter, though with differences In finish. The artist shows to day a wrap of biscuit cloth appliqued with silk of the same shade. . Looking about will disclose many wraps of equal ly simple color scheme, but many of them will be ornamented very richly and ex pensively, nevertheless. Capes seem sure to make much headway in evening attire, being susceptible of much variety of treatment, practically all of which was not much repeated last winter. Fashion Notes. Dot are still with us, but the check's the thing. The new Gainsborojjghs are to have high crowns. New leather girdles have their greatest width in front. Have a smart little brown and yellow toque for autumn. Very fetching are the soft felt outing hats shown, and one can imagine! them. tilted jauntily on the head of a pretty rirL Directoire costumes are to be . high style next autumn. The French think very highly , of a Et tie black velvet bow. Very lovely era the itrcla txl tcraCTcrs cf cr. tii aterUia.

THE FIELD OF BATTLE

INCIDENTS i AND ANECDOTES OF THE WAR. The Veterans of the Rebellion Tell of , Whistling Ballets, Bright Bayonets, Bursting Bombs, Bloody Battled , Camp Fire, Festive Bags, Etc, Etc Officers with any experience outside of West Point never seemed vexed at any misnomers applied to them by sol- i liers In the ranks. i It is not an unusual thing, though, ; for a dashing young officer, whose mill- ; tary life had been spent among the cadets, to fume and fret over some name applied to him by some one from among the vast numbers of men, but whom he could not detect, and then to be taunted and jested from every side till he was almost frantic with rage. But the right of soldiers to greet the officers with misapplied epithets whenever they made their appearance was a privilege never attempted to be abridged by judicious commanders. General Benning, as brave a man as fought beneath the stars and bars, belonged to this class. Why he was called "Old Rock" we never learned, but had one judged from what he heard when the general appeared upon the ground, he would have thought a vast crowd were rabbit hunting with only one dog; as the greeting he almost Invariably received would be: "Whoo-pee! Sick him, Rock. Put him up, old fellow." But the general never gave any of these demonstrations any heed, but would pass on with seemingly other thoughts on his mind. The general was an unassuming man, not disdaining to put his hands to the work required of his men. To illustrate this and to show how goodhumoredly he took the name of Rock applied to himself, the following has been related: The army had struck camp, and General Benning had laid off his coat and had undertaken the repair of an old wagon, when a teamster, recogniz ing no mark of rank In a man In his shirt-sleeves, and with an air of "get out of my wüy or I will run over you," backed one of the wheels of hla own wagon against one of the old wagon and completely demolished it. This enraged the general considerably, which gave him the occasion to use some quite feeling adjectives to express himself. But when he was cheered by his men with "Hurrah for Rock! hurrah for Rock!" he pretended to have misunderstood their meaning, regained his good humor, and called out: "Boys, don't rock him, but let the scamp go." When General Benning found a soldier off duty and on the sick list, it was his custom not to ask to be shown a doctor's certificate, but to have the man then and there to "lick out his tongue." On one occasion, while on a forced march, just before reaching a ford on a small river or large creek, he gave orders for no man to strip before taking to the water. To see that his order was carefully carried out, he stationed himself on the opposite side of the stream, where he could see every man as he crossed. Finally a man appeared holding his clothing above the water. "Go right on back and wet those clothes!" "But I'm not one of your men." "No difference. Go and wet them, I say." "But I am one of General Anderson's men." . The poor fellow went back and dipped his clothing, though he really belonged to Anderson's brigade, which was then crossing the river. At another place he gave the order for only those who were sick to cross on the footway, the others to take the water; and when he found they were about all passing off as sick, he placed himself at the end of the crossing, and, as a man wonld cross, he would call out: "Lick out your tongue, sir! Lick out your tongue, sir!" when the only light he had was that given by a waning möon. He was so accustomed to have men lick out their tongues. It Is reported, that once, noticing a very rickety old wagon, he rode up to it, and, after noticing it very closely, he called out: "Lick out your tongue." Maybe the reason General Benning was called Rock was because he was first given the name of a soldier who owned a dog by that name, that was quick to catch and slow to turn loose. American Tribune. The Army Yell. Private C. A. Brasher, of Clofton, Ky-f who served In Company C, Seventeenth Kentucky Infantry, contributes the f oflowing to the American Tribune: It Is hardly necessary to, explain, and I could not do it If I wanted to, how the simple matter of yelling or hallooing grew to be of such gigantic proportions, and with what wonderful rapidity these simple things spread. Start a rabbit, and one yell meant a yell from every one In the regiment, and that meant a brigade yell, and bo on until the whole army rapidly took up the contagion. Soldiers never stopped to Inquire what It meant; they didn't care; they heard the yell far away, faint at first gradually swelling toward them, until, like a huge wave, a terrible cyclone, It swept past to tide away in the far-away flanks of the army. During the spring of 1864, when we were returning from the Knorville campaign to our position near Chattanooga, an old friend of mine of the Eighty-sixth Indiana passed me, and I merely remarked, "How are you, Tom?" That was followed by "How are you, Tom?" from the balance of the company, then the regiment. The brigade and division took it up, and probably before that "How are you, Tom?" died away two-thirds of Thomas's old Third Division had paid that courtesy to Tom. But the grandest and most enthusiastic yelling I ever heard was when the army lay around Atlanta after its capture. Away toward Atlanta we .heard the yell ccziinj, decor and lr-d-

er, and Instinctively it seemed that the soldiers knew something of unusual Importance had occurred, and they yelled louder r with great spirit. It was probably uii hour thereafter that the news from Sherman's headquarters reached us of Sheridan's splendid victories in the Shenandoah. Toward nightfall, or even when very dark, while weary and footsore from tedious marching, a yell coming along the road from toward the front meant going into camp ahead, but how far ahead depended whether you were very far in the rear of the army or not. If you were, you were probably a considerable distaance from camp. While the picket lines were within less than a hundred yards of each other before Atlanta, in JtJy. 1SG4, our pickets, by way of demonstration, were required to make almost daily charges upon the rifle pits of the enemy. Sometimes we captured several prisoners, and usually held tho rifle pits until the reserves drove us out again. During these charges, of course, the usual yell accompanied. One day the spasmodic and unaecount able army yell was passing around, and, of course, was taken up by the pickets. The rebel pickets, thinking It meant the daily charge, pulled out and ran for the work behind. Seeing that they had been the victims of a hugs joke, one by one you could ee them slipping back into their holes ana resuming hostile relations. This picket yelling was reduced to a considerable system by ihe pickets themselves. I remember that the day of thi Peach Tree Creek battle our division was away around to the left, and jusl before sundown our pickets became hotly engaged, and after seeing they were in for it for awhile, they began firing with seeming preconcerted action from the left, by file and with a regularity that seemed even then remarkable. The pop, pop, pop slowly moved from left to right, ard as the last one fired to .ue right you could hear a simultaneous yell, then the firing by the file again, and so on until dark. Ilundreds of incidents of the army yells might be given, but they are too familiar to be of interest

Brave Girls of Civil War. As shown by military records, many brave girls of the early 'COs aspired to more venturesome work in war than that of nursing sick and wounded soldiers. Mrs. L. II. Seelye, who recently died at Laporte, Tex., had a remarkable career as a private soldier in the ranks during the civil war. In fact, in the threefold capacity of common soldier, field nurse and spy she proved herself over and over again "one of the best and bravest men in the regiment." She enlisted as "Frank Thompson." In the battles of Bull Run, Williamsburg, Fair Oaks, the seven days before Richmond, Antietam and Fredericksburg, she frequently fought all day and nursed the wounded at night with a strength and devotion almost superhuman. While In the secret service she penetrated the enemy's lines no less than a dozen times In various disguises, always with complete success, though more than once she escaped only "by the skin of her teeth." . One of the few women officers of the civil war was commissioned by Richard Yates when he was Governor of Illinois. The document may still be seen In the state house at Springfield, It Is dated April IC, 1SC2, and says that Mrs. Belle Reynolds was appointed "to the honorary position of daughter of the regiment for meritorious conduct In camp and In the field cf Pittsburg Landing, with the rank of major." In two places In the "Official Record of the Army of Illinois" Gen. Sherman mentions Maj. Reynolds in a complimentary way. When she went to war in her husband's regiment, the Seventeenth Illinois Infantry, she was 19, tall, handsome and vivacious. At last accounts she was still living in Santa Barbara, Cal. Her war experiences would make an Interesting book. Physical examinations during the civil war did not amount to much more than the recruiting officer's eye measurement of the applicant's Inches, hence the wonder is not great that many women actually soldiered as uniformed men in the "late unpleasantness." The records gave accounts of many who entered in order that they might follow their sweethearts. It was not at all unusual that a' girl masquerading in soldier clothes would become a member of the same regiment with her lover, and while he would know nothing of her action, she would see him every day. In some cases be assigned to the same mess tent with him, and even nurse him when he was sick without revealing her Identity. "Like T'other Regiment." When the first WTestern soldiers penetrated into the hilly section of Eastern Tennessee they were not a little disappointed, for the East Tennessee unionist had been glorified in the Northwest until he seemed in fancy like a superior being. The boys pronounced the region east of Knoxvllle a "land of rocks, fist fights and ignorance," but their amazement reached its height when the first Union troops from the North Carolina side met them. These troops had made up a lot of doggerel poetry with which they answered questions, but as they were more hungry than poetic when they reached the main body, they usually cut off their answers to any question as to their command in some such fashion as this: "Second North C'liny regiment A-fightin' fer the Govament " "S-a-y got any terhocker?" If It wasn't tobacco. It was generally coffee they wanted. As to solid provision, they could live two or three days on a cold corn pone, or even a few ears of corn, splendid qualities foi soldiers at that time and place. Theis colonel endeavored to Instruct his men by taving them follow the motions of the Northern regiments, and one of his firs': orders, when the model regiment "grounded arms," ran thus: "Second No'th C'liny regiment! Put yer guns on the graownd, like t'oÜ"-t( regiment does." They were brave fellows, all the same, and when drilled made splendid seillcrs. Memphis Avalanche,