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VIXEN By Miss M. E. Braddon.

CHAPTER IV. Conrad Carmichael had come to New Forest with his mind resolved upon one of two things. He meant to marry Violet Tempest, or her mother. If the case was quite hopeless with the daughter, he would content himself with winning the lesser prize; and though Vanity whispered that there was no woman living he might not win for himself if he chose to be sufficiently patient and persevering, instinct told him that Violet frankly detested him. "Do you know that I am quite in love with your Forest?" h said to Mrs. Tempest, standing in front of the ottoman, where that lady sat with two of her particular friends "so much so that I am actually in treaty for Captain Hawbuck's cottage, and mean to Btay there until the end of the hunting." "I'm afraid youH find the drawingroom chimney smokes," said the lady In sea-green. "Poor Hawbuck was a mirtyr to that chimney." "What does a bachelor want with a drawing-room? If there Is one slttingrooia in which I can bum a good fire, I shall be satisfied. The stable is in rery fair order." "The Hawbucks kept a pony carriage," assented the sea-green lady. "If Mrs. Hawbuck accepts my offer, X shall send for my horses next week," aid the captain. Mrs. Tempest blushed. Her life had Bowed In so gentle and placid a current that the freshness cf her soul had cot worn off, but at nlne-and-thlrty she wa3 able to blush. There was something so signif cant in Captain Carmichael's desire to establish himself at Beechdale that sho could not help feeling flutterei by the fact. . "Poor fellow!" she thought, blandly; If he for a moment supposes that anything would tempt me to marry again, he Is egregiously mistaken." And ther. she looked round the lovely eld room, brightened by a crowd of well-dressed people, and thought that ext to being Edward Tempest's wife, the best thing in life was to be Edward Tempest's widow. Captain Carmichael closed with Mrs. Hawbuck for the pretty little verandasurrounded cottage on the slope of the hill above Beechdale. Before he had occupied Captain Hawbuck's cottage a month the newcomer had made friend3 for hin: self In all directions. He was as muci at home in the forest as if he had b?en native and to the manner born. His straight riding, his good looks and agreeable manners won him everybody's approval. There was nothing dissipated or Bohemian about him. He was as punctual at church every Sunday morning as if he had been a family man, bound to set a good example. He subscribed liberally to the hounds, and was always ready with those stray florins and half crowns by which a man purchases a cheap popularity among the horse-holding and ragged follower class. Captain Carmichael had taken Mrs. Hawbuck's cottage till the 1st of May. . The end of April would see the lest of the hunting, so his arrangement Beemed natural enough. He hunted In good earnest. There wa3 no pretense about him. It was only the extra knowing ones, the little knot of choice spirits at the Crown who saw some deeper motive than a mere love of sport fo- his residence at Beechdale. These advanced minds had contrived to find out all about Captain Carmichael by this time the date of hi3 selling out, his ostensible and hidden reasons for leaving the army, the amounts of his debts, and the general complexion of his character. There was not much to be advanced against him, no dark stories, only a leading notion that he was a man who wanted to Improve his fortunes, and would not be scrupulous as to the means. It was Li March that an event Impended which caused a considerable flutter among the dancing population of the Forest. Lord Southminster's eldest daughter, Lady Almira Ringwood, was to marry Sir Ponto Jones, the rich ironmaster an alliance of ancient aristocracy and modern wealth, which was considered one of the grandest achievements of the age, like the discovery of steam or the electric telegraph; and after the marriage, which was to be quietly performed in the presence of about a hundred and fifty blood relations, tere was to be a ball, to which all the county families were bidden, with little more distinction or favoritism than in the good old fairy-tale times, when the king's herald went through the streets of the city to invite everybody, and only some stray Cinderella, cleaning boots and knives in a back kitchen, found helself unintentionally excluded. The March night was fine but blustery, when Mrs. Tempest and her daughter started for the Southminster ball. Mrs. Tempest had offered to take Mrs. Scobel and Captain Carmichael in her roomy carriage. Mr. Scobel was not going to the ball; all auch entertainments were an abhorrence to him; but this pacticular ball, being In Lent, was more especially abhorrent. "I beg to state that Miss Tempest aas promised me the first waltz," said Captain Carmichael. "I am not going to be ousted by any offshot of nobility In Lady Ellangowan's set." "Oh, It is beautiful!" cried Violet, on arrival, fresh as a schoolgirl in this new delight. "And you are to be the queen of It my queen!" said Conrad Carmichael, In a low tone. "I am to have the first waltz, remember that. If the Prince of Wales were my rival, I would not give way." , He detained her hand in his as she alighted from the carriage. She snatched it from him angrily. "I have a good mind not to dance at all," she said.. "Why not?" "It is paying too dearly for the pleasure, to be obliged to dance with you." "In what school did you learn pollteaess, Miss Tempest?" "If politeness mear.s civility to people I despise, I have .never learned It," answered Vixen. The captain lost no time in exacting his waltz. It was the third on the program, and the band was beginning to warm to their work. Violet and Captain Carmichael waltzed in a stern silence. She was vexed with herself for her loss of temper just now. In his breast there was a deeper anger. When would his day come? he asked

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himself. When would he be able to bow her proud head, to bend this stubborn will? It must be soon; he was tired of playing his cards hidden. "Who's that girl in black and gold?" asked a guardsman of Lady Ellangowan, "those two are the best dancers in the room it's a thousand to nothing on them." The final clash of th and brought the captain and his partner to anchor at the ond of the gallery which opened through an archway into a semi-circular palm-house. In the middle of this archway, looking at the dancers, stood a figure at sight of which Violet Tempest's heart gave a great leap, and then stood still. It was Roderick Vawdrey. He was standing alone, listlessly contemplating the ball-room, with much less life and expression in his face than was in the pictured faces on the walls. "That was a very nice waltz thanks," said Vixen, giving the captain a little courtesy. "Shall I take you back to Mrs. Tempest?" Roderick had seen her by this time, and was coming towards her with a singularly grave and distant countenance, she thought; not at all Rorle of old times. But of course that was over and done with. She must never call him Rorle any more, not even in her own thoughts. A sharp, sudden memory thrilled her, as they stood face to face in that brilliant gallery the memory of their last meeting In the darkened room on the day of her father's funeral. "How do you do?" said Roderick, with a gush of originality. "Your mamma 13 here, I suppose?" "Haven't you seen her?" "No, we've only just come." "We," no doubt meant the Dovedale party, of which Mr. Vawdrey was henceforth a part. "I did not know you were to be here, or even that you were in England." "We only came home yesterday, or I should have called at the Abbey House. We have been coming home, or talking about it, for the last three weeks. A few days ago the duchess took it into her head that she ought to be at Lady Almira's wedding there's some kind of relationship, you know, between the Ashboumes and the Southminsters so wo put on a spurt, and here we are." "I am very glad," said Vixen', not knowing very well what to say; and then seeing Captain Carmichael standing stiffly at her side, with an aggrieved expression of countenance, she faltered: "I beg your pardon; I don't think you have ever met Mr. Vawdrey. Captain Carmichael Mr. Vawdrey," Both gentlemen acknowledged the introduction with the stiffest and chilliest of bows; and then the captain offered Violet hri arm, and she, having no excuse for refusing it, submitted quietly to be taken away from her old friend. Roderick made no attempt to detain her. The change in him . could hardly have been more marked, ' Vixen thought. She had seen Roderick spinning round with hi3 cousin. He -was a good waltzer, but not a graceful one. He steered his way well, and went with a strong swing that covered a great deal of ground, but there was a want of finish. Lady Mabel looked as if she had been carried away by a maelstrom. And now people began to move towards the supper-rooms, of which there were two, luxuriously arranged with numerous round tables. In the doorway Vixen met Roderick Vawdrey. "Haven't you kept a single dance for me, Violet?" he asked. "You didn't ask me to keep one." "Didn't I? Perhaps I was afraid of Captain Carmichael's displeasure. He would have objected, no doubt." "Why should he object, unless I broke an engagement to him?" "Would he not? 'Are you actually free to be asked by any one? If I had known that two hours ago! And now I suppose your program is full. Yes, to the very last gallop; for which, of course, you won't stop. But there's to be an extra waltz presently. You must give me that" She said neither yes nor no, and he put her hend through hi3 arm, and led her up th. room. The band struck up a waltz with a fine swing in It "Now for the old three-time," said Roderick; and they were sailing smoothly over the polished floor, with all the fair pictured faces, the crimson draperies, the sad Madonnas, Dutch boors, Italian temples, and hills, and skies, circling round them like the figures in a kaleidoscope. "Do you remember our boy-and-girl waltzes in the hall at th Abbey House?" asked Rorle. Happily for Vixen, her face was so turned that he could not see the quiver of her Hps, the sudden look of absolute pain that paled her cheeks. "I am not likely to forget any part of my childhood," she answered, gravely. "It was the one happy period of my life." "You don't expect me to believe that the last two years have been altogether unhappy?" "You may believe what you like; you, wh3 knew my father, ought to know " "The dear squire! do you think I am likely to undervalue him, or to forget your loss? No, Violet, no. But there are compensations. I heard of you at Brighton. You were very happy there, were you not?" "I liked Brighton pretty well. And I had Arion there all the while There are some capital rides on the Downs " "Yes, and you had agreeable frieuds there." "Ye3, we knew a good many pleasant people, and went to a great many concerts. I heard all the good singers ever so many times." They wrent on till the end of the waltz, and then walked slowly round the room, glancing at the pictures they went by. The duchess was not in sight "The dear old kennels!" said Vixen; "I have never seen them since since I came home. I ride by the gate very often, but I have never had courage to go inside. The hounds wouldn't know me now."' "You must renew your friendship with them and you will hunt, of course, hext year?" "No, I shall never hunt again." "Oh, nonsense! I hear that Captain Carmichael is a mighty Nimrod quite a Leicestershire man. 'He will wish you to hunt." "What can Captain Carmichael have

to do with It?" asked Vixen, turning sharply upon him. "A great deal, I should imagine, by next season." "I haven't the least idea "vhat you mean." "How fond young ladies are of malting mysteries about these things!" he exclaimed, impatiently. "I suppose they think it enhances their importance. Have I made a mistake? Have my Informants misled me? Is your engagement to Captain Carmichael not to be talked about yet only an understood thing among your own particular friends? Let me at least be allowed the privilege of Intimate friendship. Let me be among the first to congratulate you." "What felly have you been listening to?" cried Vixen; "you, Roderick Vawdrey, my old playfellow almost an adopted brother to know me so little!" "You are not engaged to this man you never have been you don't care for him, never have cared for him?" "Never, never, never, never!" cried Violet, with unmistakable emphasis. Roderick sat staring at the palms, and said nothing for next minute and a half, while Vixen unfurled her great black and gold fan, and looked at It admiringly, as if she had never seen it before. Roderick went with them to the carriage door, and stayed In the porch till they were gone. The last object Vixen saw under the Southminster lamps was the pale grave face of her old playfellow. A quarter of an hour afterward he wa3 waltzing with Lady Mabel positively the last dance before their departure. (To be Continued.) WORKED HARD TOR 27 YEARS,

Woman IIa Bern That Loiik Ib Kansas City I'acklnc lIone. The oldest employe in a Kansas City packing house in point of service and age Is a woman, says the Kansas City S.tnr. She is SI years old and has been employed In packing houses here continuously for twentyseven years. Her name Is Catherine Reichart. She is a widow and lives at 37 "the Patch," Just In the rear of the Armour packing house in the west sides During all her time In the packing house she has earned from $3.50 to $4.50 a week. She supported herself and an invalid step-son, who is now CO years old and has never done a day's work. When Mrs. Relchart's husband died twenty-eight years ago she was without money and had a daughter and the Invalid step-son. She obtained employment in the Dold packing house at $3.50 a week. She worked there nineteen years without losing a week. Eight years ago she obtained employment In the trimming room under Miss Jessie Isham, who has been employed there for many years. The old woman Is a faithful worker, Is always cheerful and contented. For that reason she Is practically her own boss while at work. Those who work with her say she does as much work as a young person and never complains about It Mrs. Reichart has lived In "the Patch" for twenty-one years. Around her Is a settlement of Poles and Croatians. but she says she la satisfied to live there, and wouldn't live anywhere else If she had a chance. "I want to live here in this little shanty the rest of my life," the old woman said recently. "The flood of 1003 carried my house away, but my friends and I collected drift timber after the water went down, and we built this little shack, which I have patched up a little ever? year since. It is my home and I am satisfied. I pay 75 cents a month ground rent. "I am happy and contented. I have known nothing else for twenty-seven years than to work in the packing houses. They are kind to me ther and I like It I do not want ever to be dependent on charity." Mrs. Keichart is slightly bent, her hands are calloused and her old, wrinkled face always bears a happy smile. She says her "bones ache a little" after a day's work, but a good night's rest leaves her fresh for the next day. "Don't you call me old." she said. "I might wear out but I will never grow old." Backing; It Up. "Show me a man who thinks he ha a bad cold, gentlemen," exclaimed th stranger who had secured the town hall for t free illustrated lecture, "and I'll show yau a fraud !" Instantly sixty-three men In the audience rose up. "There's your fraud, gentleman !' said the lecturer, throwing a picture of the celebrated Cardiff Giant on the screen. "And now, my friends," he continued, "while you are looking at his monumental example, my assistant wilt go through the audience with .-mail samples of my celebrated Vegetable Prescription for the Cure of all Coughs nnJ Colds, which I guarantee remember, ladies and gentlemen, I absolutely guarantee to enre eich and every case, or your money will be cheerfully refunded. Small samples 5 cents, to assist in paying for the rent of this hall. Larger bottle, 25 cents. After I have sold $25 worth of this won derful remedy, ladies and gentlemen, we will have the moving pictures of the San Francisco earthquake." Chicago Tribute, Ilia Dent Amwer. The meekest kind of a little boj Joined a Sunday school class In a West Philadelphia church. He did not know the other scholars and appeared nervous, half-scared and ready to cry at any second. Tue teacher, however, treated him kindly and the lessons proceeded without any outburst. After a short reading from the Bible the teacher began to question the pupils on their last lessons and asked: "Who led the children of Israel into Canaan?" As no one answered she looked from boy to boy. At last her gaze rested on the new boy. lie started guiltily and said, between sobs : "It wasn't me, honest, teacher. I Just moved here last week from Ohio." Philadelphia Ledger. Site for Churl raajcne. Charlemagne, though Interred at Air Ia-Chapelle and regarded as an ances tor by the German emperor, is never theless claimed as a Frenchman by the majority of modern Gauls. Their Interest in the great emperor, however does not extend to the point of provid ing a definite site for his monument which for twenty years has occupied a temporary wooden pedestal on tht bank of the Seine, within the precinct of Notre Dame. A movement is now on foot to have an appropriate pede tal set up for the statue, which is cor ered with waterproof canvas. New Or leans Picayune. Sore of One Thins. Teacher (at nij;ht school) What do you know of Budapest? Shaggy Haired Pupil Budapest is a disease that attack cattle. It is invariably fatal. A woman who wears a stuffed bird in her hat is liablt to a fine of from $25 to $50 by & law recently passed by the Leguleian mt ArMusaa.

Honaehold Money. Personally, says a clever man in a housekeeping discussion, when my wife Is from home I hand the housekeeping money to my cook, who Is a careful soul with simple Ideas, and she Invariably has a surplus at the end of the month and I lose weight, I believe, but am In better health. I have even done the housekeeping myself. My wife and I consider the allowance for food, etc., as a trust fund (no matter who has it), to be expended for a certain purpose in the home, the victualing of the home, not for powder and paint, nor for cigarettes or pipes, but for victualing the home. It is certainly the wife's duty. If she Is doing the housekeeping, to expend the whole, or else to tell the husband she can do with less allowance in that direction, or put it In the ratny-day fund. It is not fair for anybody concerned that the wife should cut down supplies or use poorer food in order to save money for other, pud perhaps private, purposes other than for the purposes the money was obtained. That would be misappropriation of the funds at her disposal. The wife has her allowance for "pin money" as it is called, and the husband does not claim her surplus cf that. If any. Why should the wife claim the surplus money from store allowance or housekeeping?

IVeed for Conipanlonahip. There Is a wise old German saying that "only a god or a brute can dwell in solitude." Men and women need congenial companionship, both for the sake of health and happiness. Just as your lungs, after using up all the oxygen in a close room, need to be filled with fresh, out-of-door air, so your minds need contact with other minds to get new Ideas. There Is such a thing as mental as well as physical hunger. Ilorders on the cattle ranches of the West frequently become mad from the isolation they are lorced to endure. Women on lonely farms and in small villages grew morbid and mildly insane, and people do not guess that the cause is want of companionship. It is for this reason that a woman's work at home Is always more trying than that of her husband, who goes to his office, sees new faces and has the friction that is produced by meeting other people. Even the farmer has more intercourse with his neighbor at market or at the village grocery than his wife, who may not soe any one outside of her own family for weeks. It Is a great mistake for young ieople to isolate themselves. Even if their tastes lead them to a quiet life, they should make it a point to cultivate a few agreeable friends. Man Jollri "Woman Scrloaa. A woman, when the first exuberance of youth Is over, is apt to become deadly serious, says an English. exchange. She ceases to believe in the fun In life, and loses all relish for play. A man remains at heart a big child and in consequence honestly enjoys the society of children. A father is refresh! by a romp with his little ones, a mother is usually tired by it She may be her boys and girls' guardian angel, friend, comforter, but Is only rarely their playmate. I think women lose much when they lose this capacity for play. Without it, they are unable to throw off the burden of their cares as a man docs and enjoy the good of th present moment, careless of the worries that are past or the worries that may be in the future. As to Ilnnd Shaking. The old. old custom of shaking hands is used pretty generally these days, except in very formal functions where there is. not time for details. It puts two people on a cordial foundation, and you will seldom go wrong In always offering your hand. If you are a hostess, you must Invariably rise when you greet your guests, but If a man is brought up to you to be Introduced, you need not rise. However, a man must always rise when being Introduced to a woman. Walking Gown. A handsome walking gown of dark gray cloth, trimmed with braid. Is sketched here. The front of the waist and skirt are In one piece and the closing Is under the first plait at the side. The two straps at the neck are fastened with the buttons after the closing is made. The cuffs on the undersleeves and the turnover sections on the largo sleeve arc of velvet braided with soutache, which is also u?ed to form the buttons and loops. TL.2 braid extends to the belt In the back. To Prevent Mlvrr TuruUIi. Housekeepers who lind the silver that Is stoml away turninry rdurfc should remember that a bit of .nipb.or gum put in the bag or receptacle wltli the silver will prevent the trouble. FlannH rags are the best to clean silver and ioIIsb furniture, and all the flannel scraps should be saved for this puriose. A little linseed oil on the flannel rag will help polish tbe furniture, but the best lubricant is elbow grease, to use a homely expresslou. Artlntlc tamps. Many clever women find most Vautiful lamps for their drawing rooms or dining rooms by buying a vase of qualot design with a cultable recepta

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cle for oil and having a burner fitted to the top at some lamp establishment In this way one can easily find pottery to harmonize with the furnishings of the room and have a wider range of choice than by making a selection at the lamp 'diop. In shortening or lengthening a sleeve pattern an equal amount must be taken out, or added, at each edge In order to preserve the shape of the pattern. If the pattern is too long shorten It by laying a plait of even width across the pattern at the elbow. Lengthen the sleeve by cutting the pattern at the elbow and separating the two pieces an even width at each edge, so as to give the desired length, says the Ladles' GOWNS FOR HOUSE Homo Journal. To make the sleeve smaller at the hand and elbow take up the outside seam of the sleeve. For dresses In lightweight materials the lining of the bodice should be quite a small affair, extending back and front just below the waist line. When a bodice Is made with this half lining the fullness of the waist line Is fastened Into a piece of regular waist lilting. Or, if the bodice Is quite thin material. It may fasten, like a shirtwaist, with a tape sewed across the back, leaving the front hanging quite straight and loose. If walking dresses' are to be four Inches from the ground, as the men tailors Insist that they must be, ladles should rca'ly use them for walking. Anything adapted so nicely to service should not be made to do duty tn heated shops alone, but should Inspire the wearer to long jaunts In the country ways or through the length of quiet streets at any rale. Weddlnjc W'm I'nlqne. At an Indiana wedding the bride used a sword that had been in the family for a long time to cut the wedding cake. The sword had been In sixtyfour engagements In the Civil War and was captured from a Confederate soldier by the father of the bridegroom. Another innovation at this wedding was the serving of jelly and preserves made by the bride's mother when she was married In 1ST5. Chlnti Bloch In Favor. Chintz is very much - used in the daintiest of bedrooms, and Is much to be preferra: to cretonnes, which look quite common beside the more beautiful material. The Americana do not know as well as the English how to wash chintz so that it will have the "calendered" look, but It retains Its shine for a long time. Colored Waltti In Vouoe. Colored tailored shirt waists are shown for winter and early autumn wear, and It Is said that they are selling so well that they are certain to be seen to the exclusion of other kinds of waists. With white collars and with stocks these waists are very attractive. Velvet Throat Hand. A little ornament Is becoming quite universal among exclusive dress?rs, either with high or low neck, and with or without other necklaces or sautoirs. It is a half-Inch band of black velvet ribbon clasped tightly with jewels aliout the throat, and studded with many. little jeweled slides. Illantlc Deli l'oi'ular. The elastic belts studded with beads, jewels or cut steel are so satisfactory that uudoubtedly they will remain, as they are now, In the front rank of popularity. Individual Perfarae. The womau who uses a scent at all should aim to have it Individual as well as elusive. Always choose the same perfume or sachet powder. The beat effect Is gained by keeping sachets of orris root among one's clothes. If the real Florentine orris I bought it

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keeps Its strength indefinitely. If, however, a perfume is preferred, buy the very best you can afford, and then be downright stingy in the use of it Remember, a mere suspicion of violets or heliotrope Is mysteriously fascinating; to reek of them is decidedly vulgar. Headgear for Roach Sports. The best head covering for rough sports is unquestionably the knit Tam-o'-Shanter, but for those who do not fancy this rough and ready headgear there are smart little clcth caps of various shapes which can be made of the same material as the suit and can be further smartened by a bright quill If this Is desired. There are also the plain soft felt hats which are bright and comfortable.

Hot Water for Headache. When the head nches from overwork or worry, apply flannel wrung out of very hot water to the back of the neck and bathe the face and temples with warm water, and then lie down for a short time If possible. Take a Nap After Dinner. Complete relaxation after eating a susionsIon of mental and physical activity will favor the processes of natural digestion, not only because of its tranquillizing effect upon the nerves, but because the stomach may use the surplus unused energies of the, body in the processes of digestion. Happy AND CARRIAGE WEAR. the man or woman who can take an "after-dinner nap." It means health, happiness and long fife. Husband's Falling. If you are disappointed In your husband after you are married, remember that it is just possible he Is quite as much disappointed in you. Human nature Is faulty, and it is well to bear in mind that there Is usually blame attached to both sides, and that what we all have to do is to make the best of one another as we are, rather than lament that others are not perfect limited Docklea. Steel shoe buckles which have become rusty and tarnised may be successfully cleaned with emery powder. The be.t way of brightening the Inhlcacles of cut steel Is to put the ornament Into a bag of emery powder. This 6hould be well shaken and rubbed between the hands until the rust Is removed. Woman's Life. Weljrhtnir the Daby. It Is well to weigh the baby regularly. In some cases the weight is taken daily, but once a week is usually often enough. Nothing tells so accurately how he Is thriving. The best time to weigh him Is when he is undressed, just before his bath. The same scales should be used each tune, and these must be accurate. The scoop kind are best for young Infants. Before putting him in the scales he should be undressed and wrapped In a small blanket. The scales are then balanced and the amount noted, after wblch the baby is removed and drcss?d, says the New York Herald. Then the blanket In which ho has been wrapped Is weighed and this amount deducted from his weight. A normal baby usually doubles his weight at the end of the fifth month, and by the end of the first year will weigh three times his weight at birth. When properly ful. a healthy baby does not lose weight. There are times, however, when the baby will gain very slightly, and, probrbly, for st few weeks will not gain at all, and still l.o In a healthy condition. During the teething period and during very hot weather the baby seldom gains, or, at least, gains very little. Tin- llluxh. A blush is usually thought of as affecting only the face, but It often covers the neck and sometimes spreads along the shoulder blades. In fact, some people blush all over their bodies. She (etil 12xerclN Knoueb. A lady has been making experiments with a pedometer, and has discovered that she covers over seven miles a day In the execution of her ordinary household tasks.

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ENTERTAINING REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR. Graphic Account of Stlrrlnff Scenes Witnessed on the Battlefield and In Camp Veterans of the Rebellion Recite Experiences. That Wrllllam Quantrell, the noted Confederate guerrilla leader. Is not dead, but living under the name of John Sharp at Quatslni, on the northwest coast of Vancouver Island, is flatly denied by Thomas Clark Quantrell, a cousin of the warrior, who Is now In the employ of the government In Washington. The report that the guerrilla fighter Is not dead came to Washington through a Western newspaper a few days ago. iMr. Quantrell has no doubt whatever that his cousin was killed in Kentucky. He Is well acquainted with the guerrilla leader's career and his family and tells many Interesting facts regarding them. Mr. Quantrell obtained his information as to the fate of the guerrilla chief from the latter's mother. Mrs. tjuantrell died but a few years ago at an advanced age at Canal Dover, Ohio. She was a Clark of Virginia, and a woman of great intelligence and finely educated Thomas Clark Quantrell knew his aunt well and she lived with him in Washington for a time. In that time, she acquainted him with many things concerning her son. "Quantrell's mother told me herself," said the cousin recently, in discussing the reiKrt that Quantrell had turned up on Vancouver island under the name of John Sharp, "that her son was badly shot to pieces the latter part of the war, and was taken to a hospital at Louisville. She was then living at Canal Dover, Ohio. She was Informed when he died and went to Louisville herself with a prominent citizen of Canal Dover, the postmaster, I believe, and saw the body. She identified the remains as those of her son Willlam,' as she always called him. She always believed he had died of his wounds at that time. I never heard her express a doubt of It. She was a woman pf force and activity, and had he been alive she would probably have known It and have located him. She has told me that If he had not been dead he would have communicated with her and that with the war closed he had no reason for keeping in hiding if he were alive. She had heard various stories that he was living, but had no confidence in them. "VViMani Quantrell had a younger brother, Thompson, who went to New Mexico and to Texas some years after the war. From there he may. have drifted to the Northwest We have not heard of him for many years, and it Is barely possible he Is the Quantrell who is said to be living on Vancouver Island. I had an uncle', William Quantrell, who disappeared about the. time of the opening of the war. When we first heard of Quantrell's guerrillas, we thought It'was my uncle that was leading them, Instead of my cousin." While he does not enter Into any defense of his cousin, Thomas Clark Quantrell says many things were charged to William Quantrell, or "Bill" Quantrell, Jayhawkers of Kansas that he raised a baud and fotght on the Confederate side. "One thing that can be said of Quantrell is that he never harmed a woman or permitted bis men to, and he would shoot a man that Insulted a woman if he knew it. He told his men that he was making war on men and not on women. "All of Quantrell's people were on the Union 6lde. I have never heard his mother say what she thought of William's fighting on the other side, except to remark that if he had not been wronged In Kansas he would not have taken the course he did. His father and the whole fainily were strongly Union. The Quantrells were of old Whig stock, some of them joining the Know Nothing party, which ' insisted on America for Americans. Grandfather Quantrell was a fighter, so that William may. well have inherited some of his fighting and military qualities. In 1814 " grandfather raised a company of soldiers at Hagerstown and marched to the defense of Baltimore. He was" badly wounded by a shell at North Point For his bravery, he was made a major on the field and was offered a commission In the regular Vrmy. Had he remained In the service he. would have outranked Gen. Scott at the beginning of the Civil War. But he concluded to take up law instead and for a time had his office here In Washington. "William Quantrell was a man of about my own build. Not long after the war I went to Canal Dover for a visit and was met at the station by Thomas Quantrell and driven to the house In a wagon. It was at night and the people that saw me thought I was William. 1 slept In the room In the corner of tbe house near the street and I heard crowds gathering and whispering that 'Bill' Quantrell had returned. I wondered whether they were going to raid the house, but 'I was not molested." 9 A Dor Soldier. The number of boys under the age of 1G who served as soldiers In the Civil War was great I remember one of them, a blue-eyed towhead, whose valor made a great impression on the children of the woodland settlement where he lived. The name of this youngster, the name we called him anyway, was Bub. Ills oldest brother was the colonel of a Wisconsin regiment, but no plea that the boy could make would get the colonel to allow Bub to go along with the command. Vainly he crossed Lake Winnebago and hung around tbe camp nt Oshkosh; he was sternly ordered home and advised to go to school and mind his mother. Bub disappeared from camp, and the regiment soon after started south. They wem headed for the fror I, going by way of Covington, Ky. Here they stopped for a few days to drill and get used to their uniforms and arms, and one day the colonel, who had been out riding, as he approached the regimental camp, detected something like a boy's form, clothed partly In white, very evidently trying to hide behind some trees and bushei along the road. Riding up to the shrinking figure, the colonel recognized Bub. It "yas raining gently but iersistentIy, and Bub was a sorry picture In his suit of cast-off clothing which he had secured from the meu of the regiment, his nether garment being but part of a much larger man's underclothing. He had on an old drummer's Jacket

however, and this he relied upoa to give him a martial Appearance, and even to overcome the effect of the more ludicrous part of his dress. The colonel took Bub under his wing and caused him to be placed in the fife and drum corps. For a few days tbe boy was happy, but it was not for long. The regiment was. hurried to the firing line, and soon found itself In the thick of the battle of Perryvllle, and in the hottest part of It, too. The losses were appalling. The colonel was. It was thought, mortally wounded, and almost every officer was killed or wounded. From home came men and women to care for the wounded or to take the bodies of the slain north. With these returning people, somehow. Bub got home. In his flfer's uniform he was the very picture of bravery and romance to the other children, and his tales of battle and march, of camp and drill, were such as were never heard, I believe, before or since, for Bub had plenty of imagination. When the colonel was brought home, an emaciated skeleton, he said of Bub that It was evident that the boy had had soldiering enough. But It proved to have been onlv th first taste, creating an appetite for military glory. A year or two later Bub really enlisted In a cavalry regiment and went through the last eighteen months of the war with great credit He grew to be quite a big lad while he was away, and later developed into a giant after his warring da.s were over. But the boy would not go to school, and soon ran down to Chicago and enlisted In the United States heavy artillery. This took him to Dry Tortuas, the island prison In the Gulf of Mexico, and there he had enough of military routine to last him a lifetime. From the free life of. one of Shermans bummers to that of a fort In the sea was too great a transition. When yellow fever began to devastate the command on the Island, Bub wilted. He wrote to his brother, the colonel, and begged to be released , from his obligation to serve three yeare, the tune for which be enlisted. "Half of the men are dead," he wrote, "and next year yellow fever will come with redoubled fury. If youH take me out and get me north once more I will agree to be decent and go to college, even, If that Is your wish. But I'd rather drive the stage between Fond du Lac, and Chilton." The appeal was heeded. Bub wan under ag, and his brother succeeded In getting him out of the army, and the boy started life again as a free agent. And. that was the end of his soldiering. He brought home from Dry Tortugas a lot of shells and a doleful oallad about "The prison In the sea." And to the boys and girls of the community, he was forever more a hero beyond compare. Ada C. Sweet In Chicago Journal.

When McCook Was Killed. "There was one man In the FIfty-s?c-ond Ohio whose face and voice I never forgot When McCook's brigade madx? the assault at Kencsaw, June 27, 18&4, there wore a good many very dramatic Incidents. After Col. Dan McCook fell mortally wounded on the enemy'a works the regiment fell back just twenty-seven steps and Intrenched. Col. Harker, on our left, was killed, and his brigade fell back some distance. Col. J. G. Mitchell's brigade, on our right also fell back; but McCook's brigade stopped twenty-seven steps from the rebel works, and stiyed there. We retired our right and left to keep In touch with the other brigades, but our evntet remained where It was when firt reports were sent to Gen. Jeff C. Davis, commanding the division. "When Gen. Thomas realized that our brigade had not surrendered and had not been annihilated, he and Gen. Davis began to devise ways to communicate with us. When Gen. Davis came up he found us behind Improvised breastworks, so close to the enemy'f works that a piece of hard corn bread had been thrown from the rebel work with such force as to' disable one of oui men. Later, when our hardtack was sneaked up to us, we shied a crackci over to the'Johanles occasionally, and they always shouted for more. 'This was the situation of affain whe?i Gen. Jeff C. Davis "came toward us on foot dodging from tree to tree stooping and sometimes crawling on hii hands and knees. He was amazed to see how close we were to the rebel works, and as he went along our lines he said to a private whose face and look seeemd to Invite speech: 'Why didn't yod carry the works?' He didn't say. Toil are so close 4hat you might Just as well have gone In,' but he meant It, and his meaning was clear to the private, who replied, with his ryes chaw to those of the major general: 'We would have gone right In If It had cot been for the death of Col. Dan McCook and Gen. Davis believed him.". J. A. Watrous in Chicago Inter Ocean Qnlek Wit In War. Much of the success of Colonel Mos by and his partisan rangers In the Shenandoah valley was due to theli dash and bravery, but an 'almost equal amount to the quick wit of their leader, who, says the author of 44Mosbyi Men," was never at a loss to turn a situation to his own advantage. One night, while scouting wlthfoui or five of his men on the Winchester pike, he saw a fiquad of cavalry approaching from the direction of town. It was the Federal patrol on lt rounds, and Mosby ane" his men were letween them and their camp. When they got within hall they stopped unc Inquired of the Conferedates who th?y were : ' "Friends, with the countersign," replied Colonel Mosby, with his best Imitation Yankee twang. "One of you advance, then, and glv the countersign," was the response. "No," said the colonel, sharply, "you are coming from the direction of tl enemy. One of you advance." As this was an entirely correct proposition, one of them rode forward. When he came up, the colonel ald tc him in a lor. but terribly distinct voice, as he leveled his revolver at him : "Give the alarm nnd jou are a dead man! I am Mosby. Call to the othon tbat it Is all right and to come on." The prisoner did so, and five more of Uncle Sam's gallant defender marched confidently up to the muzzle of ns many revolvers ar.d quietly sur rendered. Worth Heading. Vaccination !s one of the qualiflea tion for a voter in Norway. The demand for rubber Is forty-five times greater than the supply. The Australian Premiers' conference disapproved the proposed transfer ol the northern territory of South Australia to the commonwealth.

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