Plymouth Tribune, Volume 5, Number 28, Plymouth, Marshall County, 19 April 1906 — Page 3

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By MARCUS CHAPTER XII. (Continued.) By and by, having eaten of this miraculous provender, the poor creature becan to understand what had taken place. The coal workings wer abandoned; the new commandant had probably other work for his beasts of burden to exe cute, and ah absconder would be safe here for a few hours at least. But he rqrtiat not stay. For him there was no rek. If he thought to escape, it behooved him to commence his journey at once. Here was provision for his needs. The food before him represented the rations of six men. Was it not possible to cross the desert that lay between him and freedom on such fare? The very supposition made his heart beat faster. It surely was possible. Twenty miles a day was very easy walking. Taking a piece of stick from the ground, he made the calculation in the sand. Eighteen days, and twenty miles a day three hundred and sixty miles. More than enough to take him to freedom. It could be done! With prudence. It could be done! He must be careful and abstemious. , Having come to this resolution, the next thing was to disencumber hinnelf of his hons. This was more easily cone than he expected. lie found in the shec" an iron gad, and with that and a stone he drove out the rivets. Before dawn the next morning he had traveled ten miles, a"d by husbanding hfs food he succeedee, by the night of the" fourth day, in accomplishing forty more. Foot-sore and weary, he lay In a thicket, and felt at last that he was beyond pursuit. The next day he advanced more slowly. The path terminated in a glade, and at the bottom of this gb.de was something that fluttered. Kufu3 . Dawes pressed forward, and stumbled over a corpse! He recognized the number Imprinted on the coarse cloth at that which had designated the younger of the two men who had escaped with Gabbett He was standing on the place where a murder had been committed! A murder! and what else? Thank God, the food he carried was not yet exhausted! He turned and fled. looking back fearfully as he went. . Crashing through scrub and brake, torn, bleeding and wild with terror, he reached a spur of the range, and looked around him. He raised his eyes, and right against him, like a long dull sword, lay the narrow steel-blue reach of the harbor from which he had escaped. One darker speck moved on the dark water. It was the Osprey making for the Gates. It seemed that he could throw a stone upon her deck. A faint cry of rage escaped him. During the last three days in the bush he must have retraced his steps,' and returned upon his own track to the settlement! More than half his allotted time had passed, and he was not yet thirty miles from his prison. For four days he wandered aimlessly through the bush. At last, on the twelfth day from his departure from the Coal Head, .he found himself at the foot of Mount .Direction, at the head of the peninsula which makes the western side of the harbor. His terrible wandering had but led him to make a complete circuit of the settlement, and the next night brought him round the shores of Birches Inlet to the landing place opposite Sarah Island. His stock of provisions had been exhausted for two days, and he was savage with hunger. He no longer thought f suicide. nis ' dominant idea was- now to get food. He would do as many others had done be.iore him give himself up to be flogged and fed. "When he reached the landing place, however, the guard house was empty, ne looked across at the island prison, and saw no. sign of life. The settlement was deserted! The shoc'x of this discovery almost deprived him of reason. For days, that had seemed centuries, he had kept life in his jaded and lacerated body solely ,by the strength of his fierce determination to reach the settlement; and now that he had reached it, after a journey of unparalleled horror, he found it deserted. He struck himself to see if he was tot dreaming. He refused to believe bis eye-sight, ne shontid, screamed and waved his tattered garments In the air. At last the dreadful truth forced lt3elf upon him. He retired a few paces, and then, with a horrible cry of furious despair, stumbled forward toward the edge of the little reef that fringed the shore. Just as he was about to fling himself for the second time into the dark water, his eyes, sweeping in a last long look around the bay, caught sight of a strange appearance on the left horn of the sea beach. A thin blue streak, uprising from behird the western arm of the little inlet, hung in the still air. It was the smoke of a fire. The dying wretch felt Inspired with new hope.' God had sent him a direct . sign from heaven. The tiny column of bluish vapor seemed to him as glorious as the pillar of fire that led the Israelites. - There were yet humai beings near Mm! And turning his face from the .hungry sea, he totter d, with the last ffort of his failing strength, toward the blessed token of their presence. CHAPTER XIII. Frere had gone on a brief flahinz ex edition. At last a peremptory signal warned him. It was the sound of a mnslet .fired on board the brig. Mr. Bates was getting Impatient, and with a scowl Frere drew up his lines, and ordered the two soldiers to pull for the vessel. The 03prey yet sat motionless on the water, and her bare masts gav no sign of making sail. To the soldiers, pulling with their backs to her, the musket-shot seemed the most ordinary "occurrence In the world. Suddenly, however, they noticed a change of expression In the sullen face of their commander. Frere, sitting in the stern-sheets, with his face to the Osprey, had observed a peculiar appearance on her decks. The bulwarks were every now and then topped by strange figures, who disappeared as suddenly as they came and a faint murmur of voices floated across the Intervening sea. Presently the report of another musket-shot echoed among the hills, and something dark fell from the side of the Tessel into the water. FreT, with mingled alarm and Indignation, sprung to his feet, and, shading his eyes with his hand, looked toward the brig. The soldiers, resdng on their oars. Imitated his gesture, and the whale-boat, thns thrown out of trim, rocked from side to side dangerously. A moment's-anxious pause, and then another mnsket-shot, followed by a woman's shrill scream, explained all. The prisoners had seized the brig! "Give way!" cried Frere, pale with rage and apprehension, and the soldiers, realized at once the full terror of their posotion, forced the heavy whale-boat through the water as fast as the one miserable pair of oars could take her. Mr. Bates, affected by the insidious influence of the hour, and lulled into a sense of false security, had gone below t3 tell his little playmf 'e that she would soon be on her way to the Hobart Town of which she had heard so much, pnd, taking advantage of his absence, the soldier not on guard went to the forecastle to hear the prisoners singing. He found the ten together, in high good humor. While he listened Jame Lesly, William Cheshire, William Russen, John Fair and James Barker slipped to the hatchway and got upon deck. Barker reached the aft-hatchway as the soldier who was on guard turned to complete his walk; . and passing his arm round his neck, juilsd him down before he could titer

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GLARCB a cry. In the confusion of the moment the man loosed his grasp of the musket to grapple with his unseen antagonist, and Fair, snatching up the weapon, swore to blow out his brains if he raised a finger. Seeing the sentry thus secured, Cheshire leaped down the after hatchway and passed up the muskets from the arm-racks to Lesly and Russen. There were three muskets in addition to the one taken from the sentry, and Barker, leaving his prisoner in charge of F air, seized one of them and ran to the companion-ladder. Russen, left unarmed by this maneuver, appeared to know his own dnty. ne came back t the forecastle, and passing behind the listening soldier, touched the singer on the shoulder. This was the appointed signal, and John Rex, suddenly terminating his song with a laugh, presented his fist In the face of the gaping Grimes. ".No noise!" he cried; "the brig's ours," and ere Grimes could reply he was seized by Lyon and Riley and bound securely. "Come on, lads!" says Rex, "and pass the prisoner down here. We've got her time time, I'll go bail!" In obedience to this order, the now gagged sentry was flung down the fore-hatchway, and the hatch secured. "Stand on the hatchway. Porter," cries Rex again; "and if those fellows come np knock em down with a handspike. Lesly and Russen, forward to the companion-ladder! Lyon, keep a lookout for the boat, and if she comes too near, fire!" As he spoke, the report of the first musket rang out. Barker had apparently fired up the companion-hatchway. When Mr. Bates had gone below, he found S j It it curled up on the cushions of the stateroom, reading. "Well, missy?" he said, "we'll soon be on our way to papa." Sylvia answered by asking a question altogether foreign to the subject. "Mr. Bates," said she,, pushing the hair out of her blue eyes, "what's a coracle?" "A which?", asked Mr. Baa es. "A coracle. C-o-r-a-c-1-," gaid she. spelling it slowly. "I want to know." The bewildered Bates shook his head. "Never heard of one, missy," aaid he, bending over the book. "What does it say?" " The Ancient Britons,' " said Sylvia, reading gravely, " were little better than barbarians. They painted their bodies with woad that's blue stuff, you know, Mr. Bates 'and seated in their light coracles of skin stretched upon slender wooden frames, must have presented a wild and savage appearance.' ' . "Well," said Bates, "I think it's a carriage, missy. A sort , of pheayton, as they call it." Sylvia, hardly satisfied, returned to the book. It was a little, mean-looking volume a "Child's History of England" And after perusing it a while with knitted brows, she burst Into a childish laugh. "Why, my dear Mr. Bates!" she cried, waving the history above her head In. triumph, "what a pair of 'geese we are! A carriage! Oh, you silly man! It's a. boat!" "Is It?" said Mr. Bates, In admiration of the intelligence- of his companion. TVhsM Via' f V, rvii V. I. - ttt , , luvuut luai UUW B.UH De I was about to laueh also. his eyes, he saw in the open doorway the figure of James Barker, with a musket In h s hand.. "Hallo! What's this? What do you do here, sir?' 4 "Sorry to disturb yer," says the convict, with a grin, "but you mast come along o' me, Mr. Bates." Bates,- at once comprehending that some terrible .misfortune had occurred, did not lose his presence of mind. One of the cushions of the couch was under his right hand, and snatching It up, he flung It across the little cabin full In the face of the escaped prisoner. The soft mass strcok the man with force suffl'-!ent to blind him for an instant. The musket exploded harmlessly in the air; and, ere the astonished Barker could recover his footing, Bates had hurled him out of the cabin, and, crying "Mutiny!" locked the cabin-door on the inside. The noise brought out Mrs. Vickers from her berth, and the poor little student of English history ran Into her arms. "It's a mutiny, ma'am," said Bates. "Go back to your cabin and lock the door. Those bloody villians have risen on us! Maybe it ain't so bad as it looks; I've got my pistols with me, and i.Lt. i' rrjo u near ma suut Hnj waJT, Mutiny! On deck there!" he cried at the full pitch of his voice, and his brow grew damp with dismay when a mocking laugh from above was the only response. Thrusting the woman and child into the state berth, the bewildered pilot cocked a pistol, and snatching a cutlass from the arm-stand fixed to the butt of tbe mast which penetrated the cabin,, he burst open the door with his foot, and rushed to the companion-ladder. Barker had retreated to the deck, and for an instant he thought the way was clear, but Lesly and Russen thrust him back with the muzzles of the loaded muskets. He struck at Russen with the cutlass, missed him, and, seeing the hopelessness of the attack, was fain to retreat. In the meanwhile, Grimes and the other soldier had loosed themselves from their bonds, and encouraged by the firing which seemed to them a sign that all was not yet lost, made shift to force up the fore-hatch. Porter, whose courage was none of the fiercest, and who had been for years given over to that terror of discipline which servitude induces, made but a feeble attempt at resistance, and forcing the handspike from him, the sentry, Joms, rushed aft to help the pilot. As Jone", reached the waist, Cheshire, a cold-blooded, blue-eyed man, shot him dead. Grimes fell over the corpse, aud Cheshire clubbing the musket coolly battered his head as he lay, and then seizing the body of the unfortunate Jones In his arms, tossed it Into the sea. "Porter, you lubber!" he cried, exhausted with the effort to lift the body, "come and bear a hand with this other one!" Forter advanced aghast; bet just then another occurrence claimed the villain's attention, and poor Grimes life was spared for that time. Rex, inwardly raging at this unexpected resistance on the part of the pilot, flung himself on the skylight, and tore it up bodily. As he did so. Barker, who had reloaded his musket, fired down into the cabin. The ball passed through the stateroom door, and, splintering the wood, buried itself close to he golden curls of poor little Sylvia. It was their hair-breadth escape which drew from the agonized mother that shriek which, pealing through the open stern windows, had roused the soldiers in the boat. Rex, who by tho virtue of his dandyism, yet possessed some abhorrence of useless crime. Imagined that the cry was One of pain, and that Barker's bullet had taken deadly effect. "You've killed the child, you villain !" he cried. "Win.t's the odds?" asked Barker, sulkily. "She must die anyway, sooner or later." Rex put Lis head down the skylight. and called on Bates to surrender; but Bates only drew his other pistol. "Would you commit murder?" he asked, looking round with desperation in his glance. VNo, no," cried some of the men, will ing to blink the death of poor Jones "It's no use making things worse than they are. Bid him come up and we'll do him no harm." "Come up, Mr. Bates," says Rex, "and I give you my word you shan'tbe injured." "Will you set the major's lady and child ashore, then?" asked Bates, sturdily facing the scowling brows above him,

"Yes." Bates, hoping against hope for the return of the boat, endeavored to gain time. "Shut down the skylight, then," said he, with the ghost cf an authority in his voice, "until I ask the lady." Tais, however, John Rex refused to do. "You can ask well enough where you are," he said. But there was no need for Mr. Bates to put a question. The door of the stateroom opened, and Mrs. Vickers appeared, trembling, with Sylvia by her side. "Accept, Mr. Bates." she said, "since It must be so. We should gain nothing by refusing. We are at their mercy -God help us!" "Amen to that." sas Bates under his broath; aud then, aloud, "We agree!" "Put jour pistols on the table and come up. then," says Rex, covering the tables with his musket as he spoke. "Nobody shall hurt you."' Mrs. Vickers. pale and sick with terror, pased rapidly under ths open skylight, and. prepared to ascend. Sylvia clung to her mother with one hand, and with the other pressed close to her little bosom the "English History." "Get a shawl, ma'am, or something," says Bates, "and a bat for missy." "Who's to command the brig now?'' asked undaunted Bates, as the7 came up. ' "I am," says John Rex: "and with these brave fellows I'll take her round the world." "What are you going to do with us?" asked Bates. "Leave you ' behind. ' Come, look alive there! Lower away the jollyboat. Mrs.. Vicsers, go down to your cabin, and get anything you want. I am compelled to put you ashore, but I have no wish to .leave you without clothes." Bates listened. In a sort of dismal admiration, at this courtly eonTict. lie could not have spoken , like that had life depended on it. "Now, my little lady," continued Rex, "run down with your mamma, and don't be frightened." (To be continued.)

AN EXECUTION BY GUILLOTINE. Carl Schurs Describe a Spectacle II Witnessed When Dor. 'A young man In Cologne had murdered his sweetheart and had been condemned to death. The execution, by the guillotine for the left bank of the Rhine was still under the Code Napoleon was to take place at dawn of day in a public squara between the cathedral and the Khine, and before the eyes of all who might choose to witness It. The trial had excited the whole population to a high degree; now the people looked forward to the final catastrophe with almost morbid interest ' My locksmith guardian was of the opinion that neither he nor I should miss th . opportunity of beholdlrg so rare a spectacle. . Long before sunrise be awoke me, and together we went to the place of execution In the gray morning light. We found there, a dense crowd, numbering thousands of men, women and children. Above them loomed the black scaffold of the death machine. Deep silence reigned; only a low buzz floated over ths multitude when the condemned mau appeared on the 'scaffold, and then all was silence again The sturdy locksmith held me. up In his arms, so that I might look over the heads of the crowds in front The condemned culprit stepped forward; the assistant of the execution er strapped him to a board which er tended from his feet to his shoulders, loavlne his neck free: the victim -f glanced at the ax. suspended from crossbeam; the next Instant he was pushed down so his neck lay under the gleaming blade; the ax fell like a flash of lightning, severing- the head from the shoulders at a whisk. A stream of blood spurted into tho air, but the hideous sight was quickly concealed from tho gaze of the public by a dark cloth. Tho whole deed was done with the rapidity of thought One scarcely became con scious of the terrible . shock before It was over. A dull murmur arose from the onlooking throngs, after which theyf silently dispersed; the scaffold was taken down and the blood on the ground covered with sand before the first rays of the morning sun shone brightly upon the cathedra towers. I remember walking home shudder ing and trembling, and finding it Im Dossible to eat my breakfast. Nothing could have Induced me to witness an other execution. McClure's Magazine. Ills Explanation. A fourth-class postmaster and ho doesn't' live in Billvllle-rsent the fol lowing to headquarters In Washing ton: "This will make three times tha I've told you I'm laid up with n bad leg, havln shot myself in the left leg the one that was wounded In the war while I wuz tryln to kill a squirrel for my breakfast; and I wil not be able to flgger up ray statemen till I git well; besides, I don't git much holiday nohow I" Atlanta Constltu tlon. Different. She bad said "yes" and be was tak lng tbe measure for the solitaire. "Darling," be said, "you are the only woman I ever proposed to." "I'm afraid you have a poor mem ory, dear," she rejoined. "You one told mo you had been engaged to a widow." "True," he replied, "but thit was during leap year." She Sapplled Them. Tragedian x hear that Rowland Rantts went out oh a tour through tho West Comedian Yes, lecture tour, I believe. ' Tragedian I thought it was tragedy. How did it happen to be a lecture tour?" Comedian Ills wife went along. In Ills Line. The fugitive Cossack landed in America and applied to the construction department of a large telegraph company for work. "Bah!" scoffed the foreman. "You won't do. What do you kiow about stringing wires?" "Nothing," replied the ex-Cossack, "but I know how to plant Poles." In the Adirondack. Eva What glorious air up In these mountains. I declare it is really intoxicating. Dick Then I shall be cautious how I breathe It Eva Why so? Dick I am afraid I might get airtight Telephone Talk. Tatieuce I had Will on the wire this afternoon. ' Patrice How does he like the change? "What change?" "Why, you've had him on a string for some time." St Louis Tost Dispatch. Who can represent himself as he is, even la his own reflections.

Marrylns a Man to Reform Him. f hat love which Is akin to pity Is responsible for some of the most unhappy alliances, and If a woman places any value upon her future happiness she will not undertake that most dis heartening, dangerous and Impossible of tasks, the reformation of a man by marriage. fllow of en one hears the remark: Per haps when So-and-So is married be will settle down auch reform. It is n popular fallacy, and the greatest mistake a woman can make is that her love will change a man's nature from bad to good, turn n druukard into a temperate man or make an Idle one industrious. The delusion Is a very old one. I do not assert says a woman writer, that a man of loose principles Is abso lutely irreclaimable under tbe influence of a good 'woman, but if I were a girl again, aud a dissolute lover for whom I cared came to me promising amend ment and reform if only I would marry him, I would say : Come to me In twelve months' time with proofs of reformation. Frequently a girl, believing in an in temperate lover as he believes In himself, goes to the altar with him, and the vows are spoken which bind them together for better or worse. Perhaps his past is not hopelessly bad, and bis love for the girl who has taken his name Is undeniably sincere. Yet against tbe advice of parents and experienced friends she marries him, filled with the belief that her husband's weak or evil past is closed forever, thanks to tbe influence she alone can wield for his good. For a time his new-found happiness keeps the husband true to his promise but only for a time. Tbe novelty of marriage wears off, and presently the man to whom she has pledged her' life and hanniness Is sliminr buck into his as ä old courses ; imperceptibly at first then openly and for all the world to see. It is a terrible moment for the young wife when ber eyes are opened to the futility of her great sacrifice. Remonstrances, appeals to his better nature, prove effectual for but a little while longer. The momentary stiffen ing of moral courage his marriage gave him a few months ago is gone. At first ashamed, he does his best to conceal his weakness, but he speedily gets over this stage. He feels that he has noth ing to lose by his wife's disapproval of his behavior, and the love upon which he once set so high a value has lost tbe efficacy it possessed for him In the courting days. A young man addicted to betting will promise his sweetheart that If she will say "yes" to his pleading he will shun gambling henceforth. She consents, and while ber love Is fresh and novel he keeps his pledge. Then the old fever gets possession of him again with tho advent o.f some big race, and the rest, now that be has forfeited her esteem follows. . Mauve Tone Rale. -Violet may have abdicated monies tarily as the queen of spring colors, but It has established a regency In mauve, which Is shown In a number of most graceful hats for dress7 wear. The design sketched here is a1 modified French sailor, with the crown partly 6unken Into the graduated brim. Th mass of trimming Is arranged at tho back of the hat, although a band of shaded mauve ribbon borders the edge. Exquisite pansies In all the shades of mauve and violet, with touches of yellow, literally cover the back, where the brim i pushed up very high. Paris has smiled Its approval upon the small bat, and the small hat It must be. There Is no 6et rule gov ernlng the correct shape, for one is at liberty to twist the hat into any form that meets the demand for original. piquante beauty. All of the smart shapes lend themselves to delightful trimming, the most of which Is massed t the back, where the brim Is upturned. Ribbon Is a smart trimming for hats of all kinds, and on some of tbe late models no less than ten yards are used In rosettes and bows, effectively grouped aoove and beneath the brim, without any supplementary trimming. Twenty-five. per cent of the students it Finland's University are women ; but nly half of these pass the examlna:lons. Those that do are mostly In the medical department. It is said that the wife of M. tie Witte is a Jewess a fact that has closed many doors to him In the Ituisiau court and ollidal circles, and been a certain obstacle In his public career. Helen Longstreet daughter of the famous general, has written In "Lee and Longstreet at High Tide" the story of the battle of Gettysburg, an answer to certain criticisms that have been leveled at her distinguished father. MrJL W. S. Pratt, of Atlanta, Ga., Is said to be the only woman south of Chicago In the lumber trade. When the Arm by whom she was employed went out of business, without losing a, day hunting for a position she opened in office and began operations. To-

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BEAUTIFUL EVENING GOWNS.

Two handsome Imported models for evening wear are illustrated in the picture. The gown to the left Is for full dress occasions, and Is made of silver brocade and tissue with amber velvet ribbon festooned about the decolletage. The other gown, for dinner wear, is of palest gray silk with a large mauve satin spot iu it. The trimming Is of lace and mauve ribbon. These gowns exemplify the craze for ribbon trimming and for pclka dot effect

day she Is head of a firm handling 100 cars of lumber monthly. Marie Corelll, the author, is a small, plump woman with curly hair and a double chin, the latter being so pronounced as to give her much concern. Born In Italy of Italian parents, she was adopted by an Englishman of letters, who bad her educated in a French convent She hates what 13 called society life and its obligations. It's enough to turn the head of the most domure baby Just to see the gay things provided for its spring wardrobe. From the new bonnets for infants which are really as gorgeous and elaborate as those prepared for its mamma and big sister, down to the dear little boots of colored and white kid, the small child's spring togs are exceedingly festive. There, are dear little princess frocks of sheer hand-ombroldered mull. The spring coats are airy and lovely creations of swiss, embroidery and lace. In bonnets the gayest are of yellow fancy straw, faced with sbirrlngs of blue chiffon, and having buuehes of little pink roses laid on the brim. Some of these infantile hats are large and others are little close-fitting straw hoods. Health and Beauty Hints. A gargle of salt and water Is a remedy for an ordinary sore throat Avoid Iced drinks at meal time, particularly at the beginning of the meal. Avoid over eating. Of the two evils, It is better to eat too little than too much, lettuce has a soothing effect on the nerves, and is excellent for sufferers from Insomnia. There is nothing . more soothing In cases of nervous restlessness tha a hot salt bath Just before retiring. Lotion for softening the bathing water: Four ounces of alcohol, one-half ounce of ammonia, one dram of oil of lavender. The person who wishes to gain flesh can never do so if she worries, is harassed or permits her nerves to get the better of her. If possible, a nap during the day Is also very beneficial. A very simple method of reducing superfluous flesh is to rub the affected parts with alcohol several times a day. By exercise and dieting you should reduce rour weight greatly In a month. Keep Your Receipt. Keep a systematic account of all the money you receive and spend. Be sure to get receipts for all that you pay out and file them In orderly fashion, alphabetically and by date. Tut each year's receipts carefully away when the new year comes. How long you should keep them will depend upon the statute of limitations In your State that Is tv say, within what length of time suit must be brought In most States It is six jears for a simple contract oral or written, but twenty years if a seal has been attached to a written contract The statute "begins to run" from the time of the last payment on a note r account. A new written promise or acknowledgment of the particular contrac. signed by the person who U "chargeable," will restore your rights for another six years. Caroline J. Cook, In Good Housekeeping. r Fashion Jiotea. Those new belts of gray snakeskin are Just the thing to wear with gray skirts. New and particularly feroclo'is looking hatpins are twisted spirally like a screw. Some charmingly practical little frocks are being made up out of the thin silks. The airiest hair combs are big but terflies of real tortoise shell, mouuted on two prongs. In the way of Jackets the prettiest thing Js the embrojdered lined Eton with its small puffy sleeves. The latest in veils is the "flirtation, three yards long, made of washable chiffon and woudrously hand-painted on tbe ends. One of the advantages of the cor selet skirt Is that when the Jacket Is removed It Is far more complete than the usual skirt and blouse. The tailor gown will have sleeves that will not have much fullness . and will be very long and rather tight from elbow to wrist The sleeve will not be too severe. Heavy linen parasols, embroidered by

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tassels, will go very charmingly with the linen suit Some good-looking light-weight wool ens checks of blue and black, blue and green or brown and black make attractive morning shirt waists and as attractive shirtwaist suit Stockings In all giddy hues of yel low, red, green and buff are Bhown, but most women cling to the useful and becoming black stocking made in ele gant and varied designs. One of the white linen gowns for southern wear has touches of mauve linen on the little Jacket while on the front of the skirt is embroidered a spreading floral design in mauve. Miscellaneous Mention. , The easiest way to sprinkle clothes is to use a clean wbisk broom that should be kept for the purpose. Cut-steel buttons may be polished with powdered pumice stone, 6lightly moistened and applied with" a sofl brush or cloth. - v Materials that have become fadeu and discolored are often restored by being packed away In a dark closet oi chest, where no light can penetrate Layers of tissue paper will aid In ths process. To renovate crr.pe remove it from the dress and sponge it either with beer or diluted ammonia. . The former leaves an odor which takes rather long er to evaporate; but placing It when damp before a brisk fire facilitates matters and restores the crape appear ance. ' When furnishing a house It Is a good plan to have the same kind of carpet In all the bedrooms one with a small pattern is best When the carpet be gins to wear or it is necessary to mov6 to another house the best parts of two may be sewn together and the carpet .will be almost as good as ever.' Gown for Yon nor Girl. 5 For a young girl, this is a suitable and stylish afternoon dress. ' Made in white veiling, with a girdle and cuffs of satin, and white lace waist and sleeves, It is very dainty. The buttons and buckles are of ; inother-of -pearl. The wide-brimmed hat Is trimmed with a scarf and bows of soft white silk mull. The skirt Is a plain, circular cut with rows of stitching as a finish. Over each hip is a strap trimmed with buttons, which gathers the kirt very slightly, and gives nn odd touch to its design. o Store IIiHeit In Stocking.. To prevent shoes from making holes In the heels of stockings, sew a piece of wash-leather Inside the heels of the shoes. This also will insure, shoes from rubbing the feet, and makes them a better fit. Cleaning Ornaments. Bronze ornaments may be cleaned by, dipping in boiling water, then rubbing with a piece of flannel dipped in soapsuds, and dried with a soft cloth and chamois leather. The niün who is looking for troubl doesn't have to hire a guide.

SOLDIEBS' STORIES.

ENTERTAINING REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR. Graphic Account of Stirring Scenes Witnessed on the Battlefield and in Camp Veterans of the Rebellion Be cite Experiences of Thrilling Nature 'Did Captain Towler," said the Doc tor, "ever tell you the story of a letter that came to him six months late? In the course of one of tho most active campaigns of the war Mrä. Fowler, at her home in Wisconsin, was prostrated with a dangerous illness. Her physi cian felt in duty bound to te Mrs. Fowler's mother that the chances were against the recovery of her daughter. and advised that a letter 1)3 written at once to Captain Fowler, asking him to come home. "It so happened that this very trying Interview was held In a room adjoining that occupied by the sick woman and at a table in a corner of the room entirely beyond her line of vision.- The door between the rooms was open, however, and tne mirror on a Dureau in the room in which the doctor and the mother sat was in Just the right position to reflect their figures into a mirror in Mrs. Fowler's room, in which the invalid could look without chang ing her position. t "While the doctor and the mother talked In excited manner about the patient in the next room, the patient saw their faces and every ' movement reflected ln the mirror. She knew by the expression on her mother's face that the two were talking of her case, and she divined that the doctor was Insisting that Captain Fowler be sent for. Then she saw her mother take pen and paper and write a letter, seal it and address it Before , the letter was mailed Mrs. F. told her mothei that she knew , what the doctor had advised and knew that a letter had been written to ber husband advising him to come home. "She Insisted that the letter must not be sent because Mr. Fowler could not come home at such a time, and the only effect of the letter would be to make'l him miserable. , She was so earnest about the matter that the mother destroyed the letter she had written and promised not to write another. She told the doctor, however, of her experi ence, and he wrote to Captain Fowler himself. That letter was in mail that was captured by John Morgan, and in due time was recaptured by the Union cavalry. It did not reaclt Fowler until six months after it was written, and then his wife had entirely recovered from her Illness and there was no cause for uneasiness." "That reminds me," said the Ser geant, "of an experience in hospital at Nashville after Shiloh. I was in the convalescent ward, recovering frtm a wound, and had become well acquaint ed with a Jolly fellow from my own county. One day, while he was reading the Nashville morning paper, he cried out in alarm. . When I went to him he pointed, with wide eyes, to the list df deaths, and in it was his own name. He said that would scare his poor mother to death, and was in great dis tress. ' 'I advised him to write his'mother at once, which he proceeded tö do in this wise: 'Dear Mother I take my pen in haste to tell you that the state ment published in the Nashville papers Uils morning that I am dead is the most scandalous He you ever heard of. Don't you believe a word of it I am alive and kicking (with one foot), and am well cared for. A man who knows me well will swear, that I am not dead. and I can get the affidavit of the doc tor If you want it But what's the use? If any man says I am dead, bet him a hundred dollars I am not and send your winnings to me. Thirty years aftnr thA wf T raw that lotfor fn thn hands of the daughter of the man who wrote it It had come down to her as a precious gift from her grandmother." "Speaking of things happening after the war," said E. A. Gardner, of New Hampton, Iowa, "reminds me of a case in point on the Red River expedition. Our officers' mess had some chickens cooked, ready to eat When the cook went for some water the teams came along and one of the teamsters put the chickens in his wagon and went on . without remark. When the loss of the chickens was discovered the officers raged, but that wasn't the end .of the tory. - "Twenty-five years after the war the teamster who stole the cooked chickens was at a G. A. R, camp fire and heard a comrade tell of his bad luck in losing cniCKens reaay to eai inrougn some light fingered teamster. He added that if he ever learned who the rascal was that stole his chickens he would choke them out of him. While the teamster was thinking of what ought to be said next another comrade stood on his feet and said: 'I didn't steal the chickens. but I helped eat them, and I am keen to swear they were very good. But as to choking them out of anybody, that can't be done, because, don't you see, they were eaten twenty-five years agV "While We were in the rear of Vicksburg after our trip to Jackson, the boys learned a good deal about baking, .hey made what they called outdoor ovens by digging holes in the side of a bank or hill. They would build fires In the holes, and when the earth was hot rake out the fire and put in the dough or whatever was to be baked. The success was surprising, and one of tbe boys came to the conclusion It would be no trick at all to make and bake a lemon pie. "As he was short on flour the boys suggested that be pound hard tack Into powder' and use that with the flour. powdering hard tack proved slow work, and the plemaker broke the crackers in pieces and put them in on the theory that they would dissolve and be the same as If pounded into powder. But they didn't When the pie was baked a piece was sent over to the Colonel, and he finding the broken crackers treated the lemon pie as a Joke. This didn't suit the piemaker, and he tried again, leaving out the hard tack. Greatly to the surprise of the Colonel the result was good lemon pie, and no Joke." Chicago Inter Ocean. Far from Market. Soon after the Civil War, Gen. Ingall3, U. S. A visited a friend In the South. Taking a walk one morning he met a boy coming up from the river with a fine string of fish. "What will you take for your fish?" asked the general. "Thirty cents," was the reply. 1 Thirty cents!" repeated the general in astonishment "Why, if you were .In New York you could get $3 for them." . Th boy looked critically at th ca

leer for a moment and then said, eecra-

fully: "Yes, sur! en I reckon if I had e, bucket of water in h- I could get ft million for it" Saturday Evening Post Joc Wheeler In 1S62. "I am sorry about Joe Wheeler," said the Sergeant "As one time I regarded him as the most pestiferous ofiicer in the Confederate army. This was because he captured our supply trains when we were hungry and railroad trains that carried our money north, ( According to the stories told about our camp-fires, he was generally in about five different places at one and the same time. He was a sort of bugaboo to the foragers and stragglers of the Army of the Cumberland. If we went out in advance of the army he was there. If we foraged in the rear he was there. "lie used his cavalry to prevent us from living off the country in our front and to scare us out of the country la our rear. He was nearly always Just where we didn't want him to be, and had no mercy on wagons loaded with provisions or, with the mules drawing the wagons. ..His men burned tlw wagons and sabered the mules, and & good many teamsters lived In the hope" that in after years they might tell Wheeler Just what they thought of him. I was on the point of meeting him about the time of the Stone River battle, but I had no remarks to make. I had been slightly wounded at Lavergne as we were moving on Murf reesboro, and was in the wagen train for trana porta tion to Nashville when Wheeler's cavalry interfered. i always believed that I received my WOund from one of Wheeler's men that night at Livergne. We had driven the enemy from the town and were establlsbing a line of outposts along a stream,' In pitch darkness. The stream was the only landmark to tie to, and the pickets formed tkmg the northern bank, with reserves a little to tbe rear. Pretty soon cavalrymen came to the south bank - water their horses, and, supposing they were our own men, we asked after the health of Joe Wheeler. This gave us away. Just as information came from headquarters that co Unica ' cavalry were south of the stream. "Meantime our sociable cavalrymen In front were concentrating,, and we opened fire. They returned the fire, and our reserves blaztxi away In regular volleys. Ii' was a beautiful littla fight, but I went down In the beginning, and two days later was in a wagon turned rearward, while tha army was miles to the front In contact with Bragg's army. My wound was not serious, and I had Just decided to get out and sneak frontward, whea something happened. Wheeler's cavalry came down on the train like a scurrying horde of Arabs, and In a fev minutes we were told we were prisoners. This didn't suit me, and I climbed out of the wagon to take, observations. "It was a wild scene I' looked upon. I soon saw there was no chance . of escai. General Wheeler sat on his horsu not far from me, urging his men to quick action, giving his main attention to a larger train near us, in which, scores of wagons were burning. Ha rode off in that direction and in not many minutes there was a diversion. Climbing Into the wagon, I saw a Una of blue charging. It was magnificent and before the wounded had been paroled the train' had been recaptured. "On other parts of the line our men did not fare so welL Wheeler swept along the rear of our whole army. and was in line with his command in time for the battle of Dec. 31. He was a scorcher. Later I learned to like Joa Wheeler very much, and I was glad when he was honored by President McKinley and Congress, but in 'December, 18C2, and in September and October, 18C3, I had no use for him. He was given too much to rushing In where be wasn't wanted.,, Chicago Inter-Ocean. I ) Lost Sword Is Iletarned. Within the last few days a sword has been restored to Captain Isaac B. Dutton which has been burled for more than forty years on the Vicksburg battlefield. And it is still a good sword, requiring only a scouring and sharpening to be as good as ever, says the San Francisco Chronicle. It was no ordinary werpon at thb time it was lost at Champion Hills during Grant's memorable siege of Vicksburg and even now, in Its coat of rust the old weapon shows good temper and can be bent aln r- c t fT hi A Captain Dutton was elected to lead Company H of the 24th Iowa Volunteer Infantry, when the civil war broke out and he sent to Boston for the best sword that could be purchased. It reached him in good time and was wens by him . on many a field. But at the battle of Champion Hills before Vicksburg, when Captain Dutton was busily engaged In looking after his company on the bruohy field, his belt was broken and the sword dropped to the ground. It was not missed until he went into camp that night He was compelled to rob a dead confederate of his sword tn order to continue the campaign with proper equipment A few days ago Captain Dutton, now a resident of Los Angeles, received a letter from the Secretary of .tho 24th Iowa ' Association, asking whether hi had lost his sword in any of the battles about Vicksburg. It appears thai a curio hunter, while digging on th old battlefield at Vicksburg, bad unearthed a sword that bore the name of Captain Duttorv After scraping off ths earth and rust the name was plainly discernible on the hilt A search of the records disclosed the fact that the 24th Iowa Regiment had fought in that rartlcular spot wheie the 6word was found. Correspondence though Gr.nnd Army of the Republic channels placed the curio hunter in touch with the original owner, with the result that th valuable relic was, a few days ago, received by Captain Dutton. He has presented it to Lis son, Harry A. Dutton of this city. ne Wn Nearly There. . During McClellan's march up th Peninsula a tall Vennonter got separated frem his regiment and was tramping along through the mud try-, ing to overtake it He came to a crossing and was puzzled which road to take, but a native came along and the soldier inquired : "Where does this road lead to?" "To h answered the surly southron. "Waal," drawltd tha Green Mountain boy, "Judging by the lay o' the land and the looks o' th people, I calc'late I'm most there." New, York World. In tiie course of a lawsuit In London the other day a music publisher etated that even the greatest composera employ prima donnas t sing their new songs all over the country. Othcrwhi A. - - 1 A. .. uiv tWaJ nvuiu ucki bVk svuvviu uv