Plymouth Tribune, Volume 4, Number 2, Plymouth, Marshall County, 13 October 1904 — Page 3

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CHAPTER XIII. ' - It was the day that I was to visit Clara. I woke with the dawn. For the first time In ray life, I took pains with my toilet. I carefully brushed my hair in different ways, trying which was the more becoming:. But with all my pains, I cut but a very sorry figure. "Dear me, how spruce you look this morning!" said Martha, as I came down to breakfast- "And quite elated, too!" Before 10 o'clock I was in the neighborhood of her house. It was too early to go there yet; so I lingered .about for a time. How very awkward it was that I had no knowledge of her name! I had quit forgotten to ask it As the time drew near I began to feel nervous. A church clock struck eleven as I timidly knocked at the door. I was answered by a stout, good tempered looking old lady. "You have a young lady staying here," I, began, in a hesitating trne. "Oh, you are the young man that Miss Clara expects, I suppose." Saying which, the old lady deliberately drew a pair of spectacles out of her pocket, and adjusting them, carefully scrutinized me. My appearance seemed to satisfy her. for she said, in a more friendly tone. "Walk in. young man; Miss Clara will be with you directly." She showed me into a neat little parlor. Upon the table were several watercolored drawings, some finished,, some unfirished; also some Berlin wool work. Bouquets of flowers were everywhere; upon the table amidst the work, upon the mantelpiece in two vases, upon a little stand facing the window, and upon the cottage p!ano that stood in a corner. The air was loaded with their perfume. In a few moments the door opened and Clara came into the room. "You have come, then," she said, with her sweet, melancholy smile. As if aught but death or imprisonment could have kept me away! She painted water-color pictures, and did Berlin wool work for the shops, she told me. She sat down at once and began her work, and I waited upon her, washed her brushes, ground her colors, adjusted the blind, and between these little offices I watched her busy fingers; but oftener my eyes were upon her face, graving Its every lineament upon my memory. Never have I looked upon another face so spiritually beautiful. It was one of those heads that the oil Italian painters loved to give to their Angels And Madonnas, so prefectly serene, so utterly free from human passions. The fair wavy hair, untrammeJed bj art; the oval face, neither full, nor thin, but perfectly smooth; the low forehead i the blue eyes; the straight Grecian ncsoj the small mouth; the swelling, gracefulSy arched neck; the skin so delicately whit, tinted upon the cheeks with the faintest cernation. Her figure was of about tilt middle height, exquisitely graceful, yi painfully fragile. She wore a black dress, made high to the neck, with a small, plain white collar. We talked very little; she was too busy with her work, and silence was more congenial with our mood. At 3 o'clock Mrs. Wilson called us to dinner, which we took In a" breakfast parlor below.. The old lady was vsvy chatty and verycurious, and asked me a great number of indirect questions;; jthose I did not care to answer I contrived pretty skillfully to. evade. "You must excuse my questions, sir, she said; "but although Miss Clara ii no relation of mine, and, indeed, I kiuiv nothing about her, still I feel as m.-h interested in her as though she were tpy own child; she is so innocent, and kn:rs so little about the world, that it's qite necessary that she should have some ne to look after her. Now, you are the first visitor that she has ever had, nd she has lived with me these two yers. But, when she came home last night she told me that she had met an old acquaintance who was coming to see äer; that he had come to the city in search of employment, and had no friends nor acquaintances, and was so dreadfully i;sercble that it made her quite unhappy to see him. At first, I set my ace against it, but she soon coaxed me orer, and I compromised the matter by saying that you should coiae this once, but that if I did not approve of you, it was 4o be the first and the last visit. But I dust say you seem a very nice, quiet, modest sort of young gentleman. And what kind of employment might you be seeking?" 1 told her I had been usher at a school, but that at present I was doing copying. I did not say of what kind. The old lady remarked that an usher's wa a very genteel sort of employment. Altogether she seemed very well ss-tisfied with me. In the evening Mrs. Wilson brought her aewing up into the parlor, and proposed that I should read to them. And so the evening glided on, oh, so rapijly, until I could no longer see in the darkening twilight, and then we all sat ear the window; Mrs. Wilson chatting, I and Clara silent She gf.zing into the street, with that absent look so common to her; I watching every motion of her fao, as it grew more and more indistinct in the deepening shadows. Lights were brought and then we went down to supper, and taen it was time t. go. "You will come and see me again, won't you?" she said, as she gave tie her hand at the gate. I wanted no pressing, and arranged that I would come again on Monday. She wished me good ni:ht, and went la and closed the door, and the day wa ended the day whose blissfel memork will never fade from my heart That day was the precursor ot many like ones, until, in a short time, I could perceive that she looked forward tp my coming with expectancy, ' and that my presence had become a thing almost necessary to her. She looked for me to hand her the painting materials, to grind the colors, to select hr skeins of-wool, to alt at her feet and read to her some pleasant book; while, between th lights, the would sit at the piano ard Improrise stränget weird, plaintive melodies. It was a strange communion, on-s. In it w lived only in the present moment. We never spoke of a past or tff a future, for we wished to bt hapjby; and, to both, the past was hideous, th future ominous. Thus I knew nothing of her past life, nor did I . wish to know. Like her, I did not wish the happiness of the present to be marred by n painful image. Ehe had lived with Mrs. Wilson above two years, yet even she knew nothing cf her life for a single day before she cat to her. "I have always had good references before 1' would take soy one izV ray house," sail the old lady, "o ptficiilly young ladles without friends; tzt lie said she oould give aae none, tzA tls locked so Lriocent and jrocd that I tcci a fancy to her upon the spot; and 1 have never had canra to rerrtt it, fcr 0 C:ir:r, purer creature never c-t:r;J a Lrzra, and I fed for her Quite as If ths ryi rrj crrn eili. Cut I zizzl czj

that I do feel curious about her, and often think what a mystery she is. She is so strange at times, and so unlika any other young lady I ever met" With my old reticence, I told Martha no word of Clara. I hugged my secret with selfish tenacity, as something too precious to be shared. She wondered at my unaccounted-for absences, and I think felt hurt, that I did not confide in her. She frequently remarked upon my changed appearance. ( "I do declare," she used to say, "that I never saw any one so altered for the best as you are, Master SilasI Why, you've got to look quite handsome lately r In the meantime I was not idle. Mr. Montgomery brought me more copying to do, and in order that my visits might not interfere with my work, I frequently sat up idl night writing. My expenses were very small, and even with the little I earned, I contrived to cover them. Wnat more could I desire? I was more than happy, for I was Uving in an ideal world.

CHAPTER XIT. One day Mr. Montgomery invited me to pay a visit to the Royal Corinthian Theater. There had been a time when no proposition could have been so delightful to me; but since those days I had soared Into higher regions of ideality than the theater could represent Nevertheless, I accepted the invitation, and one evening I accompanied him and Josiah. While I was standing in the side scenes, looking at the play, some stranger came through a private door that led: from the boxes. They were gentlemen, dressed in full evening costume. Ater a casual glance I again gave my attention to the stage. , Presently I hard a voice close behind me, whose tcies sounded familiar in my ears. Turning round, I saw one of the gentlemen talking to an actress. In an instant I recognized Mr. Rodwell. It was a shock, U which, for an instant, I forgot the KtniTA nrt avprvthine about me. 1 avert ed my head, and dared not move lest he should recognize me. But I soon began to think how improbable this was that he would do so in such a situation, and with my altered appearance. I screwed up my courage, and turned round to leave the spot, when, just as I was brushing past the object of my fears, adverse fortune brought Josiah Cook across my path . "Hello, Silas, old fellow, how are you enjoying yourself?" he cried, as he passed me. Instinctively I cast a glance upon Mr. Rodwell. 1 saw him start and look me fell in the face. A row of gaslights lefJiing against the side scene glared futi upon us both. His gaze dwelt upon me for an instant but he gave no sign of recognition, and went on talking as before. I fondly hoped that he did not remember me. Quick on the heels of Josiah followed Mr. Montgomery. He nodded to me, und was passing on when, observing Mr. Rodwell, he stopped suddenly, stared at him for a moment then, clapping his hand upon his shoulder, cried iu a familiar tone, "How do you do, Mr. Rodwell?" He was dressed as an old man, wore a wig, and was otherwise disguised. The gentleman whom he addressed honored him with a haughty stare. "It is some time since we have met and I suppose you do not remember 'the Professor' in this dress?' " Mr. Rodwell ljked disconcerted at this recontre. "I certainly did not remember you," he said, coldly. I did not hear more of what passed between them, and should not have heiird this had not my passage been blocked for a moment by a change of scene. I was only too glad to get away from the vicinity as soon as I could make my escape. All enjoyment was over for that evening, and I would have chosen rather to have gone home at once; but as I had accompanied fellow lodgers to the theater, I thought it would appear strange to leave without them. So, having obtained permission, I went into the pit to witness the rest of the performance. I did not see anything more of Mr. Rodwell that night but I could not shake ofX a feeling off depression, and a presentiment that this meeting boded me some ill. I waited at the stage door until my companions were dressed. But instead of immediately wending their way homeward, they expressed an Intention of adjourning to a public house, and Insisted upon my accompanying them. I had never been in such a place before, and the noise and smoke quite mazed me. Mr. Montgomery called for supper, and threw down a coin. "Ilello!" cried Josiah, staring in blank astonishment; "have you been robbing a bank?" "No; I have only been bleeding a friend," was the answer. I soon began to very heartily wish that I had gone hom by myself. Mr. Montgomery insisted upon drinking; and that together with the atmosphere I was inhaling, quickly affected my brain. When we reached Rackstraw's buildings they would not permit me to go to my own lodgings. I murt go into Mrs. Jennings' and spend half an hour with them. "You don't smoke, Silas?" he said to me. "Oh, you should I It soothes the brain, it lulls remorse. Tobacco is the modern Lethe; or, at all events, if it does not obliterate old memories, it renders you indifferent to them, which is much the same thing. I suppose you have no phantoms to fumigate. You are still wandering in the happy regions of innocence" this with a sneer. "I had strayed very far wide of them long before I was your age. At twenty I was a gay, dashing spark.. At three-and-twenty I was forbidden my father's house, thanks to a woman a prayerful woman, too, that was always reading religious books, and never happy out of a chapel; a woman with a heart of f lnt All my sins lie at her door; a wild youth might have been succeeded by a reputable manhood, but for her." While he spoke his face became convulsed with paion. As the paroxysm increased, the foam bubbled from his mouth, and he launched forth into the most frightful imprecations. . "I say, old fellowdon't go on In this awful raanntr," sxld Josiah, who, as well as myself, looked rather alarmed at his violence. "Ten ny life, I can't stand any more of It and so I told you last time. Come, tell u of some adventures cf ycur past life that are so jolly amusing. Cllas, here, has never heard any cf them. You'd like to heir some, vrc-IIn't yea?", he added, vlnifcj hard at me. - - At tlrt nc::t I ricuU have xzztb.

&reftn3 to r to bed, but I did tz dare to say so; expressing, instead, a great desire io hear anything Mr. Mo&tfcomery chose to relate. "Don't be frightened,"' he said, wiping the perspiration from his face, and growing calm under this judicious flattery, "I am not likely to. harm you, or anybody else esoept her. But when I think of all she has made me go through, and not only me, but Well, If I were to think of that long, I should go mad In earnest" He went on smoking his pipe in silence for a time, seemingly lost In thought "I wonder If I were to write my life. If I could get any bookseller to publish it? It would indeed be a marvelous story. But I don't believe that half the people woul.j credit it I could write half a dozeu sensation noveis without inventing a single incident: but, then, novel readtvs would cry, 'They are so far-fetched!1 A man who began life as a gentleman, and who, for a matter of twenty years, h passed through e.ery phase of vagabondism, must have seme strange stories to tell." "Of course he must," said Josiah, again winking at me. "I have often wondered that you have not. set about publishing your remlnisce'nces, or your autobiography, or something of that sort But it isn't too late, yon know. But come, now, give us one of your regular startlers; we are all attention." (To be continued. EGYPTIANS BEAT HARVEY. Circulation of the Blood Known to Their Doctors S,000 Years Ago. The narveian oration at the Royal College of Physicians, London, was de livered this year by Dr. Richard Caton, F. R. C. P. In the course of his remarks he said that Harvey was almost anticipated C.OOO years ago by the priest-doctors of Egypt In his momentous discovery of the circulation of the blood. As far back as 4000 B. C. Egypt had works on medicine and anatomy, and one brilliant genius forgotten nowadays and omitted from the cyclopedias I-em-hotep, priest of the sun god Ra, and physician to King Torsothros, became so eminent that he was revered as a "demigod after death, a temple was built over his tomb, and in his honor hospitals were raised In Memphis and other cities. Here, the priestphysicians treated the sick and embalmed the bodies of men and sacred

animals. These were probably, Dr. Caton thinks, the first of mankind to acquire a rudimentary knowledge of the movement of the blood. Their papyri contain intelligent references to the heart the blood vessels and the pulse. Of the heart in particular they knew much, and their writings refer to its enlargement, fatty degeneration, displacement palpitation and .pericardial effusion. One remarkable passage of these old-world Inquirers speaks of distension of the heart and shortness of breath as occurring becaus the blood has stagnated and does not circulate properly. Not Greece, therefore, . but Egypt, long before Galen and Hippocrates, was the motherland of rational medicine and anatomy. The views of the Greeks on the circulation of the blood were almost exactly those which the Egyptians had taught many centuries earlier. On one remarkable means of treatment for inciplient valvular disease of he heart which these long-forgotten Nile doctors taught Dr. Caton laid great stress. It was the method rec ommended at least 4.000 years go to let the heart have as much rest as possible a wise Injunction, said the narveian orator, which we may yet practice with advantage. I-em-hotep seems to have been an all-round genius physician , architect, astronomer, alchemist so illustrious that after death he was reputed the son cf the supreme deity, Ptah all this and yet nearly lost to fame. She Fought for a Life. Nurses are among the heroic fighters of the world. The Contagious Hospl tal at North Brother Island, New York, has recently been the scene of a brave sacrifice on the part of a young nurse who displayed that love than which no man hath greater. She gave up her life to save that of a child. The New York Sun tells the story: At the Polyclinic Hospital a little girl developed an alarming form of scarlet fever. It was necessary to remove her to North Brother Island, and Miss Mahler, a graduate of the Rochester University and the City Hospital Tralnlng-School, volunteered to go Into exile with her. At the is land diphtheria developed and the ease seemed hopeless. For two weeks, night and day, the untiring nurse fought single-handed, und through her won derful skill and unselfish devotion, at the end of that time the little patient was out of danger. Then the two grim diseases attack ed the faithful caretaker, and worn out by the long and ceaseless vigil, she had no strength with which to re sist them. She refused to be removed to better quarters, and there, in the very place where she had conquered for the lit tie, unknown girl, she fought anothei battle, and this time was. overcome Like every brave nurse, she had taken the risk, knowing and counting welJ the cost, and she accomplished hei purpose, for the child was saved. Soporific "Yes, I picked up his book last night and I never budged out of my chaii until 4 o'clock this morning." "Goodness! Was it that interest Inn?" "No, but I didn't wake up until that time." Philadelphia Press. Feminine "Way. "Have you read that new novel ev body is talking about?" asked the first dear girl. "Only the last chapter," replied deai girl' the second. "I wonder how it be gins." . Tflio Was to Blaxns? Wife I wish you wouldn't swear sc when yon get a bill from my dress maker. Husband I wish I didn't have to. Emil Manlcus, the Nestor of Danish journalists, is dead at 81. He was expelled from Schleswig in luöi sj the Germans. Where evil habits are once settles they are more easily brciea that tzzzlei QuiutilUn.

DIVERSITY IS LIKED.

FALL AND WINTER GOWNS OF MANY PATTERNS. Fabrics of Quite Noticeable Colors and Prominent Designs Are to Bo Most Elaborately Trimmed Quiet Tastes to Be Put in Eclipse. New York correspondence: ICHNESS, next to diversity, will be a symbol of stylishness In dress this winter. There is no sign of an appreciable reduction in the amounts of trimmings to be used, and the very variety of them in vogue tenoa towards complexity. Not a few of the newly stylish fabfJS$mft fisured Uttle llllmd 8 decoration is necesIU'1 sary. In previous seasons when such materials have prevailed, they have served with little gar niture, but current models indicate that embellishment Is to be preferred to even fine goods unadorned. Take the many brocaded stuffs, for example; they strike the shopper who views them in the piece as ierging closely on the showy, the size THREE EARLY and colorings of their figurings being, as a rule, of a positive character. Yet these materials are to be trimmed lavishly. The figure is oiKned with embroidery or needlework of some kind, and applications of such glint as jet or metallic luster lends are made by wholesale. Striped weaves little Ii any leas showy are combined with laces that are themselves set off with needlework, and then Is added almost a wholesale quantity of other decoration. These standards are for dress-ups evening and reception wear and a gathering of women in such raiment will be fairly bewildering. In the matter of colors alone, the trend Is not such as altogether to please women of subdued tastes. Solid color stuffs run so much to bright tones that choosers of less assertive shades will be likely In the end to become dissatisfied'with their selections. Assertive tones of red and of yellow, also of orange, are much used, and the combinations affected are enough to make the doubting observer blink. Even browns, which are to rank high in stylishness, are to be found in many THREE MORE FROM tints bordering so closely on yellow or red that they hardly pass as quiet.!' Yet the shades of brown that easily escape conspicuousness are many, and in them those who do not want their gowns to tand right out will find a favoring opportunity. The stylishness of dresses in two or three shades of the same color, xk), are an acceptable medium. In rowis this scheme is worked vecy hapjily, i and even in : brown's more posiive shades, tiie trick reduces the assertiveness 'ot the color of the main material. The extraordinary fullness of the new Idrta should not cause czrpriza, rinca heir hugeness has been a matter of slow rrowth. The proportions shown in racd!s for early winter surely are the lint, nt the end Is ej yet, for the next iins is to eüHzn than. This process tleady b beginning. A little is podtivcly rcemry to scrport the fullaeca, tLa Vzzzzzt will cay, ed net y?.. t err? Uz'l If eis and !:rc! cf f 'u only wUl ctcp A Litli, til

be well. But this course leads to stiffness that Is ungainly. Further, the tendency toward positive effects makes hoops or some unhandsome substitute for them the more possible. But they are not to come at once, anyhow, and as a last resort, women who won't endorse such notions may escape through the remarkable variety existing; If they don't want their skirts to billow out, they easily can find another fashion to follow. Picturing the situation is difficult because there is so much deserving of attention. Even shopping trips don't give the whole show, though they present enough, first Co delight, and second likely, to bewilder. At the risk of becoming confused and 60 blundering or having to 6tart all over, it should be written that the shops are worth visiting.' "Even for those who do not intend to buy," to use tue eld catch phrase, is there a deal to repay observation. Let the shopper be not be disappointed if the gowns sketched here do not appear in many forms. These are not days of wide duplication, and while the general points of these model dresses will appear, there will be a-plenty else to repay search. So far as a like number of designs could he representative, these models ore a fair showing. The first was a black taffeta dress, with heavy lace and velvet bands, also in black, for trimmings. Its peplum is a characteristic of the season. In order from the left In the next picture are a navy blue silk, with girdle of darker blue velvet, and with embroidery In the darker shade enriched with a plentiful supply of both gilt and steel; a heavy brown poplin, self-ruffled and finished with darker brown velvet, and a dark

WINTER MODELS, red camel's hair embroidered with the lavishness so characteristic sf the use of such decoration. Then In the concluding illustration, see, in the same order, a heavy brown zibelline, self-banded and with jacket edged with white broadcloth; a dark green serge, self trimmed sad with darker green velvet belt, and gray cashmere set off with gilt and pink paplique. Among fine models the average of embroidery will be found to be greater than in these selections. Some dresses seem to carry all that there was room for, and among simple costumes would seem like over dressing, but evidently their makers are sure that they will appear in company as fine as themselves. Fashion Notes. Lavish use of lace is a feature of the fall millinery modes. Green, mulberry and red are colors favored for underskirts. The kmg skirt lines given by side or box plaiting Is still in favor. The would-be modish girl will need to A LONG LIST. make her full coat sleeves tight for Xali wear. Dolmans and mantles are the latest importations for winter cloaks. Even scant pouches are doomed; the fitted waist has been accepted. Pancake hats and Alsatian bows combined make a Frenchy confection. Feather rosettes for stiff hats have rivals in those of taffeta and of ribbon. Fringed bias taffeta ruffies are made into charming flat boas for cool evenings. - One big hat Is fairly overshadowed by the wing-like pieces composed entirely of loops of ribbon. Embroidered bands adorn many of the fall and whiter hats, with chenille as the predominating material. TLs rr'"'y Increasing circumference cf tlj tlirt ertm to pctat more and ccrs t tls laeviU-tleness cf criaoliav

SOLDIERS AT H0ME.i

THEY TELL SOME INTERESTING. ANECDOTES OF THE WAR. How the Boys of Both Armies Whiled Away Life in Camp Foraging Experlences. Tiresome Marches Thril 11ns 8cenes on the Battlefield. "Gosh," said the Sergeant, "I hope j those Rusisans who put up such a fight at Port Arthur were not new to bombardments. If they were will bet a pound of hard-tack they were scared a good many times when the Japs first got their range. Nothing scares a fellow worse in the beginning than a well organized bombardment, and nothing is accepted with greater indifference by soldiers when they get used to it "I remember an experience we had while camped at Gauley Bridge in the summer of 1SG1. The art of war wa3 new to us then, and we believed that If any man pointed a cannon in our direction and let drive he was bound to kill somebody. Imagine our conster- i nation then when the rebs across the river opened on our camp from guns high up on the precipitous hills. We couldn't understand how they got there, and their boldness in erecting batteries so near our own camp paralyzed US. "In addition they sent solid shot rolling over our parade ground and among our tents. They knocked a cup of coffee out of a man's hand and knocked a kettle 'of beans off a fire built just right to cook beans. We were surprised that the General did not order us to move camp at once, but he did nothing of the kind. After we had been bombarded for five or six hours he rode down to see us, and found the j boys chasing the enemy's cannon balls on the parade ground. He aghed and said the experience would do us no harm, and it didn't "The rebs blazed away at us every day for seven days, and we wondered why the General didn't do something about it, but we didn't care whether he did or not There were lively incidents every day, but not a single man in our regiment was hurt One day Captain Fee, our quartermaster, decided to ride down the river road from Mount Tompkins to our camp. He was a striking figure and he rode a striking horse, and scarcely had he started on his trip when the rebs turned all their guns on him. "The road followed the river bank, river close on one side and a high, precipitous cliff close on the other. The cannon balls from the rebel batteries crashed against the cliff, bringing down showers of fragments and splinters from the rock. Captain Fee's horse didn't like this, and the boys expected to see the Captain turn back. Instead he gave his high-spirited horse the rein and he came down that road at a gallop, the rebs firing at him as rapidly as they could load. As the Captain came into camp the boys cheered him lustily and the rebs at the batteries across the river Joined them. Our boys said that if the rebs couldn't hit a man and a horse under such favorable circumstances they couldn't hit anything, and they became contemptuous of all bombardments." "Speaking of the experiences of new troops," said Sergeant Sam Grimshaw, "reminds me of things that happened on the retreat from Lexington, Ky., In 18C2. Our regiment (the Fifty-second Ohio) was of the newest for it rushed from its first camp Into arduous campaigning in Kentucky. That march from the Kentucky River through the rain and mud would have been hard on the most seasoned troops, but it was particularly hard on us. My mouth waters now as I think of our muddy and hungry company huddled in the courthouse at Lexington. "Our Captain, who was afterward Colonel of the regiment went out foraging and came in with three big boxes of gingerbread. Nothing ever tasted so good to me as that gingerbread, and I never forgot the Captain. In the march to Louisville our company (B) was rear guard, and the men were so exhausted they went to sleep standing. On one occasion I went to sleep and was overlooked when the regiment moved on, and would have been captured had not John McCook (Colonel Dan's brother), snooping along in the rear, waked me up. I never forgot John for that "When we left Lexington our haversacks were like old Mother Hubbard's cupboard, and, despite the gingerbread, we were soon hungry. We were not allowed to forage, and after an all day's and an all night's march we were pastured in a meadow alongside of a cornfield, the ears at the roasting Btage of development We were ordered to build fires and cook the corn, but some of tue boys were so blamed hungry they could not wait for the corn to cook, but ate it raw, and others ate it half cooked and thought it was good. That was our hardest experience in the army. We got the hot end of the poker first "Later in the war, when we were in General Jimmy Morgan's brigade, and were cruising down near Gainesville, Ala., for Hood, there was a good deal of foraging in spite of the General's prejudices against it. There were a good many sheep in the neighborhood, and some of them fell by the way. As the boys came in loaded, with mutton, they were captured by General Morgan's provost guards, taken to headquarters, despoiled of their mutton, and advised to go and sin no more. The boys were at a disadvantage, but they had their revenge. "Among those severely reprimanded at headquarters was a member of the 121st Ohio regiment and he was made the instrument of revenge. He had noticed a very likely bloodhound out in the country and he went back, kill-, cd the hound, dressed the carcass, and carried it into camp by way of division headquarters. As he had supposed he xrculd b, ha was arrested by order of Urick Top,' Adjutant General of the Civilian,, and compelled to unlcid his 'mutton' at headquarters. It was prepared for supper for 'Criclr Top's rnc2x After the supper Lad bscn eaten the story was told to ths beys in cinp, and there was grief in that races tzr C2veral days. --I recxber," tzil ta lirr, "Jin

O'Hara of Company A, Fifty-second Ohio. Jim was always in the right placs and -rent through the war from start to finish. At Jonesbro he wa on the skirmish line, and when the regirm.nt came up for the charge he was down behind a stump busy as a bee banging away at the enemy. Here tue instinct of discipline showed itself in Jim, for the first word he said when he realized that he was not in Company A moving into a charge was 'Major, where Is my company?' The Major pointed to a clump of bushes and Jim, without a moment's hesiLition, hiked right along the line, hot with musket balls and grape shot "As Jim was giving full attention to the enemy in front he was accosted by a Seventeenth corps man, who asked to what company he belonged. Jim answered promptly, 'Colonel Dan Mccook's brigade. Fourteenth corps,' and the Seventeenth corps man said 'Give me a chew of tobacco.' Jim handed out his tobacco, and after the other had helped himself he said, conversationally, 'We are not in this thing. I saw you fellows were, and not having any tobacco, I got nervous thinking about your luck and I .thought I would come over and help you just to relieve my nervousness, you know. I am all right now,' and he stayed with us and was in line when we went over General Govan's works and captured his entire brigade. Then he took another chew of tobacco and went baclc to his own command with the air of a man who had done a good job and wasn't ashamed of it" Chicago Inter Ocean.

Had Knousli of Artillery. An amusin? incident occurred at a concert by Thomas Preston Brooke and his band during a recent tour of the New England Slates. Among the early arrivals at the opera house were an elderly gentleman and his wife, from, the country, and they were shown to scats well toward the front of the house. When the curtain arose, revealing the fifty musicians attractively grouped on the stage, their natty uniforms and resplendent instruments completing a picture of dazzling clfect, the old gentleman from the rural district was all enthusiasm. "Gee whilliken, Manda, be they all gain' to play at onct?" he ejaculated, to the amusement of everyone seated near him. A storm of applause greeted the renowned bandmaster when re appeared on the stage, which seemed to mystify our old friend. "That's a finelookin feller, but ho ain't played mithin' yet," said he. "What's all this hullabaloo about anyway? Is he goin' to play a tune on that hu? kin' regM Jst at this moment Brooke's baton wa raised, there was an instant of eager expectancy, and then the band struck up a stirring march. When the music ceased the old gentleman was in ecstacles. He applauded and stamped his feet vigorously, then jumped up out of his chair, waving his hands In tho air and whistling like a gallery god. When his wife pulled him back lrto his seat he shouted: "By cricky, Manda, I never heard such music r.s that before. Seth Tibbitts and his,, old fiddle don't amount to shucks And so it continued throughout thu( concert. Uncle Reuben growing mora enthusiastic with each number. Near the end of the program was the anvil chorus from "II Trovatore, rendered with spectacular appurtenances. During this selection sir red-shirted blacksmiths occupied the front of the stage, and played the anvil accompaniment to the music, while a sensational effect was produced by' the firing of sixteen electric cannon at regular intervals. When the first gun was fired, the rustic, dodged excitedly, and began to get nervous. The next discharged add- ' ed to his discomfort, and when the third cannon went off he grabbed his hat and started hastily for the door, followed by his faithful spouse. As they disappeared through the entrance the old man shouted back at the doorkeeper: "B'gosh, I got enough o' that kind o music at Shiloh!" Chicago Chronicle. Josh Billings' Philosophy. The man who isn't hunting after michlef seldom finds enny. Wimmin rule the world, and still waste one-half their power. I would rather carry rotten e$gs in ml pocket than to carry a sfcxndel of enny kind. . Philosophy Iz a fust-rate thing, but yu kan't kure a bile with It, unless the bile iz on sum other phellow. Watch and pra Iz the price ov living in this world, and yu are a going to git beat even then 3 times out of 5. Yu kan inherit property and diseaze from yure ansesstors, yung. man, but yu kan't inherit either branes or virtew. Men are often courageous from mere natral impulse or desperashun, but true bravery iz allwuss the effekt or principle. A car conduktor with a bellpunch on him, appears just az mutch a criminal az a man with a ball and chain on hiz !egg. I like the jolly rooster and the bitter hornet The spurs ov one and the javelin of the other bats up their pretenshuns. A coquet iz a person who iz anx'.ous to take the devil bl the tail. A prude Iz a person who iz willing to tak him bl the horns. Menny people mistake confeshuns for repentanse. Confeshun is cheap, but repentanse iz the highest priced artikle in market I luv a rooster for two things; one Is for the crow that iz In him, and the other Iz for the spurs that - - on him to bal: up the crow with. I Deleave in giving everything in this world a sho for their munny. As deviish as a hornet is, I beleave In waiting until they hev stung yu before yu iwot them. No man ever yet became so debased tliat he did not rccpekt truth and teacety. The na est depraved desperadoes often hav the strongest kind or attachments. This Iz not for tha mutoal brute courage they possess, but it Is fcr ths c:rm cr truth and hencrty they dirkover in each other ; cxry Cixrn areorj ths dstrla.