Plymouth Tribune, Volume 7, Number 46, Plymouth, Marshall County, 20 August 1908 — Page 3

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HThe W hited Cepulchre JL The VV Tale of O Pelee

By Will Levington Comfort Copyright. 19)0, by Will Lerington Comfort Copyright. 1937. by J. B. Lippincott Compixt. All rights reaercid

CHAPTER IV. (Continued.) That instant, under the spell of soft music, Peter Constable knelt as in a dream to drink at the fountains of inspiration. The dinner call aroused him. The music ceased, and be was again the faltering human lover. The path had been illumined only long enough to show him that there was a shorter way. It seemed during dinner that Larr. had something to say which the presence of the others forbade. Mrs. Stansbury went upstairs. Breen and the planter engaged in a smoky discussion of the literary peregrinations of one Herman Melville. The other two set out for the gardens. I have vranted to tell you since morning how sorry I am," she said quietly. MI want you to know that, in spite of mother's decision. I thank you. for your kindness, and believe in your deeper knowledge of our danger." Ifs good of you to say that." he answered. 'I. never tried to persuade anybody to do anything before. I may :.ike Pel?e too seriously, but I can't help it, with yon folks here. She laughed. "And I thought that nothing short of an actual erupiloi could disturb your equanimity." "Did you ever read "The Story of th. Gadsbys";" he asked. "Yes." "There is a big fragment of truth back of that. Do you think I would have played upon your imagination and nerves, and made a mess of things, if I hadn't been afraid 7 K "Afraid of the mountain? That's not ilke you. Ar we about to see you down below in the city, warning the people, like Cassandra in the streets of Troy?" "I have a dearer service before going down into the city," he answered. It was as if Breen and the day's contemplation had made this moment inevitable. 'That done, I could take up the work there with sleeves rolled up and bursting with anthers." , "What service?" she asked bravely, though the trend of his words was as black on white. She was startled, unready. "To put yon out of the range of Pelee's guns !" he said, with sudden vehemei ce. She had scarcely divined that there lived a lover in this man. She felt futile beside hira, and yet fused by his penetrating vitality. To her, it was the signal moment in which the woman discovers a giant besieger at her gates. "They will hear you!" she found herself saying, in a salf-stifled tone. "Let them hear me. I want you to be safe. Pelee is no study to ms now, but a grim warning because you are here ! I can't keep my eyes from the volcano, nor my thoughts from you. Don't you know don't you know that you crept into the very heart of me a bit of a girl, telling me how to live my life? Yesterdayj when 1 found tbe mountain awake, all that t had ever don; and thought and felt turned to nothing compared to your life. Xo matter what you think or say to me I am afraid for you !" The head bending toward her face seemed huge in the dark, and his lowered voic charged with power. "But we will go to sea when the Panther comes," she said huskily. "Lara!" The voice was iron Mrs. Stansrury, in the upper windov of tbe house that calm, fateful voice. "I must go !" "Listen. I cannot bear to wait ntil the Panther comes!" he went on impetuously. "I want to put you sifei7 asjore la Dominica this right or Fort dFrance, or even on chipboard and 1 will come back here. Do this for nv?, Lady!" "Lara !" was called again. "Yes, mother. . No, I could not go alone! There would never be a home here again. I must go to mother oh, I cannot speak cow ! lie stood alone in tbe dirk. A lizard that had hearkened attentively, began to croak his comment to the uiag) trees. CHAPTER V. Sleeplessness ranged through Constable's brain again, and he gave the night to the old work of watching the mountain, and keeping the woman at hand. From time to time, before midnight, he heard the voice of Mrs. Stansbury. Tie girl was with her, but seemed to make ti answer. The bouse was all his own. Through the lower hall to tbe music room; out to the veranda, the garden paths and drives; from tbe window that faced the north, in his own room, to the summit -of the Morne d'Orange and the shadowy lawns : through ash-fog and windless moonlight he trod the night the moon drowsed for ages in the cloud gardens; the stars dimmed, disappeared, and trembled forth again, as they had been. It seemed left entirely to him that time passed; hf hid to gapplr with the minutes one by ote, and 6gbt each back into the past. At the side of tLe great house to tbe north there was a trellis heavily burdened with lianas. Within, he found the orifice of an old cistern, partially covered by unfixed planking. He lifted the boards, and the moonlight shining through the foliage reflected in the water far below. A heavy wooden bar crossed the rim and was set stoutly in tbe masonry. Constable lit a match. His mind keenly grasped each detail. A rusty chain depended from the thick crosspiece. Slabs of stone from the side walls were scattered over the bottom of tbe cistern. He dropped several ignited matches into -the chamber, and determined to examine the place more thoroughly by daylight. From the native cabins came the sound of a dog barking. A shutter clicked In one of the upper windows of the plantation house. "There's be no doubt about it now," be thought grimly. "They'll proceed at once to shut me up for being mentally irreclaimable." That was a parched but brilliant dawning. The blinding charge from the east changed the dew to steam before it touched the ground. Tbe more delicate blos soms were withered in the hectic burning when the sun was but an hour high. Lara's face was ashen and darkly lined under the eyes. The night had been an evil one to her, evil with a struggle as yet unfinished. "Peter, you're pulling yourself down," said Uncle Joey after breakfast. "Don't take Pelee quite so seriously. Go to bed for a day, or, bettor still, steam the Madame out for a day's run and get some rest under the breezy awnings." "What sort of a graven image do yort think your sister's boy is, uncle?" Con stable inquired. "I'll get you folks out of the war zone, or stay here until Pelee is cool or a billion tons lighter." "But don't you overestimate the chance of an eruption, Peter?" "I haven't finished my mathematical calculations, my dear relative. Holy nup tials and capitals of hell! I've been all over this before. Take my word for it. and get set for a start when the mails come in to-morrow morning. You are all foolish virnins. I'm going down below to see how your city flourishes in this furnace of a day. Who is the smug authority on Les Colonies, who undertakes to tell Saint Pierre editorially that there is no danger?" "M. Mondet is the editor." "I should relish considerably the pleasof calking up the throat o.' M. Mondet

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with several sheets of his political conspiracies. .1 believe I shall call upon him." We look up to Les Colonies here, Peter. Remember this is not Montana." "The tropics have enervated you, uncle. You need to be born again." The hottest morning Saint Pierre had known for years! The porteuses were gone from the highways. s Rue Victor Hugo, the principal thoroughfare, was deserted at ten in the morning. Shop doors were closed, the street venders silent. Volcanic ash lay in all the crevices, and mingled with the turf. Behind the shut doors children wailed. . The tough little mules, dome in their panniers and with no one to lead them, hugged the east walls for shade. From the byways came faintly the smell of death. In the offices of Les Colonies Constable found a breath of coolness, for the outer air was admitted as little as possible. M. Mondet welcomed the caller. Constable explained his purpose, proffered a card, and apologized for his French. M. Mondet was a tubby little man. His hands were white, soft, tapering, ringed. If you saw them alone, you would promptly uncover, as is customary in the proximity of a woman. M. Mondet did not forget his hands. "Pelee has a bad look, monsieur," Constable began. "I believe you could clear the city of ten thousand people if you printed a vigorous warning against the mountain; if you ordered the natives to take no chances, but to flee, regardless of their coats, chickens, coals, coins, or their next city fathers. To be instrumental in saving the lives of ten thousand people is not a service given to all men, monsieur." Constable spoke slowly, and was angered by the Teply of the editor : "But, my dear M. Constable, there ia no danger no danger, I assure you !" "Sir, this is tragedy black, rumbling, naked tragedy ! I say there is need for a giant here, who would paint the possibilities of that monster in living fire. A man might die in tbe foulest gutter, cursed by the demons of drink and disease, but with a chant on his lips and 'vine leaves in his hair,' if the memory of such a service as may be yours were with him at the last !" The French editor found himself looking into a lean, tanned face that flushed and paled in turn. Moreover,, he was uneasy on account of a pair of lean, tanned hands which lay lightly and restlessly upon the knees of the man before him. These hands seemed to be the potent embodiments of hate and swiftness. The manner of their low leaping created the impression that their leashes were insecure, and the immaculate cravat of M. Mondet felt tight upon his throbbing throat. "Perhaps it is well that you called," he said with baste, leading out his caller with the delicacy bred of the fear of dynamite. Constable left, unsatisfied. The clock in the Hospital l'Militaire struck the hour of eleven. Constable slowly made his way to the water front and back to the Sugar Landing. His launch was still waiting there at the stone pier. He had sent out word to Captain Xegley for steam to be kept up night and day. A small crowd was gathering on the shore, slightly to the north of the Sugar Landing. Constable Imme thither. A black woman had fallen, from the sun. Her burdens lay together on the burning sand a tr y of 7-akes from her head, a naked babe from her arms. Constable bad the stricken creature placed in the launch and taken out to his ship for care, sending a native doctor after her. The negroes regarded him with curious adulation. Tbe water front would know him when he came again. "Oh, I say, friends of mine," he announced in French, "if any of you have sick wives or little ones, send them out to the ship yonder, and they will be cared for. Jso, it is not a hospital, where fees are charged just a temporary refuge from the beat for the women and little ones. Tell your neighbors. Here is money to hire boats. 1 can crowd two hundred babes and mothers on board." The thought of a breath of coolness turned his steps to Pere Ilabeaut's little stone shop in the Rue le'Kivoli. Lightheaded from tbe beat, and the root of each hair prickling its individual warning, he ascended the terraces and sank down in the darkness at last, in his old seat under the round window. The shop was quite deserted. Moments passed, as he fanned himself with his limp straw hat. A large piece of cardboard lay upon the table. He turned it over idly. A pencil sketch adorned the side which had lain against th wood. - The realization was instantaneous that no common hand had wrought this work. The figure was that of a grown girl Soronia and the attitude of expectancy brought out queerly the graceful and ardent lines of her figure. A wreath of blossoms was entwined in her lair, and an old French urn hung from her hand. The sketch seemed to be a series of happy after-thoughts, with not a line too much. As he studied it, with interest and curiosity, Constable became conscious of low voices in the court behind. He arose, with no idea of stealth, and stepped to the rear door. Soronia and Hayden Breen were standing close together in the denser shade at the far end of the court. The song birds were stilled in the torrid noon. The girl's profile, a bewitching thing wrought of animated gold, was upturned to the eyes of Breen, and she was listening with soulful intent. Shy Soronia, mistress of the shadows, was called from her hiding place at last to hearken unto the whisperings of an American. Her heart seemed to wait upon his words. A smile crept over the face of the watcher. His feelings were strange indeed. There was a nobility in the figura of Breen, standing there among the huge banana leaves! The watcher withdrew. The sketch upon the table reminded him that Soronia had revived tbe art, longburied. Perhaps the vivid maiden had revived as well the lost youth 'of the world-jaded one. Constable departed. The sky had become overcast. Pelee's cone was not visible from the streets. A sharp detonation cleaved tbe darkening air, and from tbe shut houses the answer issued, an answer partly stifled, but vibrant with fright the quavering cries of age and childhood, sharp, low screams frcm the mothers, the sullen undertone of men. A subdued drumming came from the north now, completing the tossing currents of sound in the streets. All this' was rubbed out instantaneously by a series of thunder crashes. A deluge of ash complicated the shroud of noonday, and the curse of sulphur pressed down. The highways filled magically with a crying, crouching, gray-lipped throng. The American was running through the burned, poisoned air. A woman stretched out her hands to him as he passed. A jnulatto youth fell in at his heels. Others followed. The white man was the sublimation of flight. Down the terraces to the Rue Victor Hugo the runners made their way, augmented as an avalanche gains weight and impetus. At the main thoroughfare, the seemingly maddened leader turned toward the Morne d'Orange and staggered up the slope toward the plantation bouse. iTo be contlaued.).

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IVull Colors and Light. In painting or papering the walls of a room the question often arises: What color reflects the most, and what the least light? Recent experiments in" fierinany give tbe following results. Dark blue reflects CM per cent of the light falling upon it ; dark red about 10 per cent"; pale ml a little more than 10 per cent; dark yellow. 'l!0 jrt cent; pale blue, DO ler cent ; pale yellow. 4 ir cent; pale green. 40. per eei.t; pale orange, nearly r5 per cent; pale white 70 per cent. Glossiness and varnish, of course. Increase the ninosnt of light reflected. Plain heavy white linen is combined with flowered cretonne In. this coat. The edges of the bands are stitched and ornamented with large button molds covered with fancy crocheted linen thread and sewed flat to the garment around the edge. Those in the front are sewed in the ordinary manner auul used with cords to close the garmtut. The skirt is cut plain at the top and finished with a plaited flounce. Woman Loses Her Advantages. There seems to be no more gallantry itf Englishmen than among ourselves. The London county council recent lj provided a special car for working women on one of the electric car lines, but It was impossible to keep It for women. When cars were crowded men climbed aboard the women's car and took possession, claiming that as they had paid their fares they had rights which no regulation of the county council could abrogate. This is bad enough, but now the court to which the case was referred has upheld the men in their contention and women will have to do the best they can in rush hours. In New York a similar case has just been decided In the same way. The ; rark board set aside certain", seats in the parks for women and children, but men- paid no heed to the rule, ajd the court says they are right not to do so. Women have a hard time of it in this man-governed world. There was u day when public sentiment favored women and gave them certain advantages on account of their sex ami siipiosed fragility. But now that they have become suffragettes, battling with policemen and storming the doors of parliament, now that they have become athletes. challenging man's supremacy, and have entered tue business world, tightii.g with man for wages, they seem put upon av level with their brothers. Chi cago Journal. What a Girl Suould Learn. Not everyone can learn to play, or sing, or paint well enough to give pleasure to her friends, but the following good habits may t acquired and poor ones be avoided by auyone: Never fuss or fidget. Close the door, and close It softly. Have au hour of rising, and rise. Learn to make bread as well as cake. I Always know where your belongings are. Never appear at breakfast without a collar. Never go alout with shoes unbuttoned. Never let a button stay off twentyfour hours. Never let a day pass without doing something to make Rouielnnly comfortable. Style Magazine. Leave Voir Child Alone. If you'll set deep enough into a child's confidence you'll find that 'it's one burning desire the one dreum of what it intends to do when It gets grown Is to get away from mamma and papa and do some perfectly simple thing that it Is not allowed to do at home. There is not one child In n thousand among well-to-do ieople who are able to give what they consider sufficient cure to their children who is ever iermtted the slightest independence of action or thought. That Is what makes poverty a blessing to children, and the reason that so many of our most famous men and women and our most daring and original thinkers have sprung from the humblest ranks in life. Dlod Poisoning. This may result from the most trivial wound. A very weak mixture of' carbolic acid and water, such as a druggist or physician who deals in drugs cau furnish, should be kept on hand to prevent danger. It should be poured on a cloth and wrapped round any such, wound after first washing it carefully. This mixture, which contains about 10 per cent of carbolic acid in water, is sufficient to purify any ordinary wound and keep out impurities I'." it Is well wrapped with clean, dry cloth. Even the scratch of n needle or pin in the laundry tub may cause blood poisoning if the water contains coloring matter or any impurities powerful enough to cause this result. IlyelnK n Illouse. Silk blouses, with the extvptlon of caffetas mixtures, dye wonderfully well, while satin in particular repays the trouble and expense of dyeing, but rare should le taken to remove ..my ?otton sewing there may be in a silk or satin garment, as this will not take the same color as the foundation. The same care should, of course, also be observed with velvet for the same rea son. Tret I r ck ruff. Among the prettiest neck ruffs Is the white ostrich feather boa, tied with soft white ribbon in a bow under the left ear. White tulle is an excellent substitute that is exceedingly becoming to girlish faces, but a fluffy hat should be the only kind worn with these soft, flimsy accessories. Many women seem to for-

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get this, and don one of the pretty ruffs without a thought as to the rest of the toilet, consequently one sees many inharmonious effects.

For the Thin Woman. The first suggestion is to preserve the height anil also maintain breadth. As short skirts tend to take away the height, skirts should be as long as possible. Slender women should wear princess and empire models as height is reckoned by the length from tbe waist line. Tor street wear the plaited skirt unt rimmed is very much the best choice. With this the coat must be either short or very long, as a three-quarter length will not be becoming. Black hats should not be worn, for Kvhen a black hat is worn the height seems to stop at the face. This may be avoided' by wearing a touch of white ou the hat so that the eye may be carried beyond the face. Core for l'ueumonla. After exiKTimeutii.g with a new serum for many months, Dr. P.ertrand, of Antwerp, has announced to the medical world that the serum he discovered will cure pneumonia successfully. "I first satisfied myself of the ellicacy of my serum," he says, "by experimenting on animals. Then trials were made last winter in the St. Elizabeth and Stuyvenburg hospitals in Antwerp. Several of the patients had pneumonia In an advanced stage and were also habitual drunkards, which always Increases the gravity of the danger. In every case the serious symptoms were completely arrested within thirty-six CLOTHES FOR hours, while. the temperature and pulse again became normal. "These results were obtained with a total dose of serum not exceeding eight cubic centimeters at a time. There is no known serum which takes effect with such small doses." " ny-and-ISy. ; Where'er heavy hearts are beating. Comes the gentle whispered greeting. Hope's sweet voice is e'er repeating, By-and-by ! by-and-by ' Chase the teardrop, check the sigh, Joi is coming "by-aud-by ! I tony childhood's pulse in bounding. To that magic. whisper's sounding, Telling of the joys abounding, By-and-by! by-and-by! Haste the moment' let them fly Joys, we'll grasp them by-and-by ! t And to manhood, tried and weary. Through the work hours, long and dreary. Steals an echo, soft, yet cheery, Ily-and-by! by-and-by! Flinch not, pause not, guerdon high ' Shall reward thee by-and-by ! Leslie's Weekly. 9UTJHE-" For convuNions, undress the child quickly, and im'c in warm mustard bath. To prevent another give her a dose of castor oil, as with children th?y usually come from indigestion. The lest way to take a dose and the less offensive way. Is to warm a cup with hot water, and warm and add tablespoonful of castor oil. This floats on the water and the mixture goes down without any bother. Some mothers say It Is nonsense and exienslve to have three grades of flannels for baby, but they are entirely mistaken, for If the child is made to wear winter flannels too long the delicate skin becomes Irritated, and by being overheated the body Is more susceptible to cold. By using the medium grade clothing the change is made a mouth earlier than it can le if he is put directly into gauze wool. One busy houswife tethers her baby out of doors each day, so that he can have fresh air and she need not worry about him running off or getting into mischief. Make a belt to fit comfortably around baby's waist, so he cannot slip through. Tie a piece of rope at the back, giving him plenty of length. Then tie the rope to a treee or post In some shady spot In the yard. Change the location from time to time, so that he will not become weary of his surroundings. ;ive him his playthings and let him have a good time. Wben Man la Mere. Mere man stands ever open-mouthed before the mystery of women's dress. He may wonder; but when he has learned wisdom he wonders in silence. Now and again a rash male makes a remark v.ion this subject and Is duly Im mol a ted. Woma n's Li f e. llnng I'p the. I) room. When you buy a broom It is well 'o bore a hole through the handle about one to two Inches from the top with a gimlet. Then run through this a piece of cord. This may be hung oa a hook ami be out of the way. Russian suits continue in popularity for small boys. i

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Marriage Age Increased.. It is generally admitted that the marriageable age of women lias advance considerably of recent years. Many a bride has long felt girlhood behind het before she exchanges her vows at the altar, and there seem to be few young men nowadays who care to assume the responsibilities of married life until they are in the financial position usually associated with middle age.

Charmtng Small Hat. Clever Charlotte Corday in lace, tied round with black velvet ribbon. The Cold Morning Bath. The cold morning bath is recommended for those who can stand the cold bath, though countless many can not. To prepare for lt oue should first sponge the body with cold water and step into a few inches of water drawn from the warm water pipe. It will not be warm or cold early in the morning. Splash the water over the body and LITTLE TOTS. wash hastily, letting the tub fill gradually. If the salt bath Is used, do not throw the salt towel In the laundry, let it collect the salt. In beauty bathhouses each individual has a salt towel that is used countless times, because It gets thoroughly saturated and is more beneficial. A cold bath should not last longer thai five minutes. Food as a Medicine. Watercress is an excellent blood purifier. Lettuce has a soothing effect on the nerves and is excellent for sufferers from insomnia. . Tomatoes are good for a torpid liver, but should be avoided by gouty Isolde. Celery Is a nerve tonic; onions also are a tonic for the nerves. Spinach has reat aperient qualities and is far better thai medicine for sufferers from constipation. Beetroot Is fattening and good for Ieople who want to put on flesh. Parsnips jwssess the same virtues as sarsaparilla. Cranberries correct the liver. Asparagus stimulates the kidneys. Bananas are beneficial to sufferers from chest complaints. Celery contains sulphur and helps to ward off rheumatism. Honey is a good substitute for cod liver oil. The Juice of a lemon Is excellent for sore throat, hut should not be swallowed, but used as a gargle. Carrots are excellent for gout. IMeetrleltr Does tbe Work. Machinery which has lightened the hardest labor of the farmer, miner and all other industries which were once laltorious and severe, has at last been adapted to the less strenuous but exhausting household work, and electricity has proved to le the medium. To such extent have the labor-saving devices been de; eloped, says Popular Mechanics, there is now scarcely anything to be done about the house which can not Im? performed by turning a switch or touching n button. Cleaning, sweeping, washing, heating, cooking, chopping all these and many more are now done without the expenditure of any strength. The wire that bring in the light brings ilso a tireless, everready force which instantly responds to every call by day or night. IUeh Girls Make Frugal Wives. Looking for a frugal wife, young man? Marry a rich girl. She knows how to shop, what things ought to cost ; she has had experience in the game of bargain hunting. This Is the ndviee of Miss J.i!hi f':irroll. Hie .J onu it. Lastieman of Kentucky, formerly a blue grass society belle, and now proprietor of a fashionable m i 1 1 i - miss carroix. nery establishment in New York. "The (oor young American desiring a frugal wife should wed a rich girl," she says. "The girls of wealthy parents are past masters in managing a household, especially in sartorial econoinj-. It is the wife of the man of only moderate means who is the spendthrift. They do not know how to shop. Wives and daughters of millionaires can give all others pointers. They have had more experience. The wealthy woman is an inveterate bargain hunter." Erratic Woman. A woman Is like your shadow follow her, she flies; fly from her, she follow , ,

Dodarlna? Bombshells. -My God, Frank Howe's killed." That was the first sound that greeted my ears as; I woke from a heavy slumber the morning after the fortieth Massachusetts regiment had reached Morris Island in Charleston harbor. After we had chased Lee down through Virginia with the Army of the Potomac, immediately following the battle of Gettysburg, my regiment was detached at Warrenton junction and sent south. At first we did not know where we were going, but we finally learned that w were to Join the forces of Gen. Gilmore, who was in charge of the siege 3f Charleston. We reached Morris Island on' the evening of the 12th of September, 180.1, if I remember rightly, and disembarked on the low, sandy beach, glad to get upon dry land once more after having been crowded rather uncomfortably on the transports. The scene was uot particularly inviting, especially as a dull drizzling rain had commenced to fall, and as we marched up the beach our first Impressions of Morris Island were not very agreeable. When we had reached a spot nearly opposite to what was known as the Beacon" House we were ordered to halt and directed to bivouac for the night. We had been used to lying on the ground without any shelter over us, so we didn't care much for the heavy mist that was falling, and soon all the command, except tlie sentries, were fast isleep. Another man and myself had laid a' rubber blanket first down on the rround, 'or; which we stretched ourselves, putting out guns between us, and then with another rubber blanket jverjis we were soon dreaming of home ind wTchout any thought of the discomforts of army life. We were tired and slept soundly, or at least I know I did, and when I opened mj eyes on hearing the expression I have quoted above I found it was morning and the sun was shining brightly. Simultaneously with the remark that I was killed I Telt an uncomfortable sensation along my left leg and the Impression conveyed to my mind was that the man who' was lying beside me had got up md drawn my bayonet across my limb. As I opened my eyes, however, I discovered that the feeling had been caused by the wind from a piece X)f hell, which buried Itself In the sand fust between my feet. In response to the remark, which had been uttered by my friend ai.d tentmate, who was lying a few files distant from me, I replied : "Not by a large majority." and then ( proceeded to get myself on end and dig out the piece of shell, which I found to be an ugly looking bit of iron weighing, I should Judge, about nine pounds. A half inch variation li; the fall of that piece of shell and the remark as to ui3' death would have' been a truth, and I would probably have been left to enrich the soil of that almost barren sand bar In Charleston harbor. Of course all this happened hi a far briefer ierIod than it takes to 'tell the atory, hut I 'mention It as one of the remarkable escapes from death during aiy personal experience and as the only time In which I think a missile was sent by the rebels which was labeled with my name. The incident caused julte a little commotion in the regiment, as we had been baited nt a place which was supposed to be out of range from the rebel fire, and it was the only piece of shell that came In our direction while we were there. I was repa ded with considerable curiosity and ronsldered something of a hero, although as a matter of fact I was simply, a passive agent, had no knowledge of my danger and couldn't have run away if I had wanted to, because was fast asleep. That was our first Introduction to lege duty on Morris Island, which afterward became quite monotonous and wearisome. It was anything but agreeable to lie In the trenches, or rather under splinter proofs, for three or five Jays at a time, as Jhe case might be, and simply wait until we were relieved and sent back to our camp farther down the island, where we had a season of rest and the regular routine of camp duty only to go back In the trenches again when our turn came. There was comparatively little danger while In the trenches, although the rebels were constantly shelling us from Forts Johnson, Sumter and the batteries on Sullivan's Island, excepting occasionally where n shell would go through one of the splinter proofs and play havoc with the men In- its immediate vicinity. Our army was constantly making new parallels and steadily approaching the works which surrounded Fort Gregg and Battery Wagner, which were on, the northern end of the Island, which the enemy had held with determined persistency. We knew that the capture of these works by the Union forces or their evacuation by the enemy was simply a question of time, and as each new parallel was dug by Gen. Gillmore's men and occupied by his troops the settlement of that question came nearer a conclusion. As Is well known, both forts were ibandoncd by the enemy and the Unloi forces took possession of the entire island. The night before the evacuation my company was assigned to picket duty, and from after dark until nearly dawn I stood with three other men on a post on the beach. AU night the rebels were firing shells with unaccustomed activity, endeavoring to conceal their preparations for evacuation. We would watch their shells as they went up In the air, leaving a tall of fire behind them, and then note the angle of their fall. You could hear the continual "where-Is-yr," "whereAis-yer," "where-ls-ycr," as the sound had become to be familiarly characterized, and then when It would burst with "I-found-yer" we kept a keen lookout to see whether any of the pieces were coming our way. No accident happened, however, and Just before daybreak we were put Into a parallel which had been dug during that night and which was hardly deep enough for a man of average height to stand up In without showing his ne d above the Band bags. So we all sac down with our backs against the sand bags and resigned ourselves to the task of waiting. ve had nothing particularly to

do, but simply to stay there, and n the only Injunction was that we should not leave the parallel. About 11 o'clock I went nearly to thi end of the parallel and there a group of us, consisting of the orderly ser geant, the second lieutenant of Company G and Lieut. Webb of Company F, began to kill the time in telling stories. Webb had got a piece of board, which he had put against the sand bar ricade and against which he leaned A particularly funny story had beer told ami we were all laughing beartllj when we heard the lookout at th Whit worth battery call out "Johnson" and we saw a shell go up from thai fort and burst In the air. We had nc idea that we were In any danger, but one of the pieces came our way, struck Lieut. Webb in the forehead and tooi the whole top of his head right oft scattering his blood and brains over th rest of us as we tumbled back on tc the ground. Of course he was killed instantly, but the sight he presented was, I think, tbe most ghastly I ever witnessed. I have seen men who havi died under almost every condition, by shot, by Bheli, by accident, by writhing pain and by convulsion, and some hav had terribly distorted features during the last paroxysms before life was finally extinct, but I have never seen anything which was quite so horrible ai the sight presented by this officer or that occasion. The rigor mortis wai Instantaneous with the shot, and then he sat bolt upright against the board his mouth extended on a broad grin his eyes starting from their sockets anc" with nd roof to his head. It was somi minutes before we could collect ouj senses sufficiently to lay the poor fel low down and to straighten him cut, sr that he would present the appearanci of a decent corpse. We couldn't take him away from there at that time, bui we managed to get a blanket and put over him, and he lay there until aftn the evacuation was completed and Fort Gregg and Battery Wagner were occupied by our forces. This was only a few hours afterward, for a little aftex noon they opened on us with their Cohorn mortars, pitching the shell right over Into our works, brfit without doing any particular damage. Before nighl they had got away from the Island and we were In full possessions-Frank T. Howe la Washington Star. Is that Grlst-MUl Still Standing? While on a rakl under General Stoneman, near the close of the war, passing through a wild and barren region, we found ourselves short of rations for both men and horses. Although foraging at that time in that section of the country was considered rather dangerous, I, for one, resolved to run the risk, and agreed with a comrade to leave the command at the first diverging road we came to, and see what we could see.i The road proved to be but little traveled, and for about a mile seemed to gradually descend down, down, until we discovered a stream of, water, and, to our surprise and delight, something resembling a grist-mill. But was that all we discovered? Oh, no! There were four horses hitched near the mill, and their four riders seemed to be Inteatly busy In and about the mill. Who and what are they? Johnnies? was the all absorbing question in our mindi as we cautiously approached them. But we sooi recognized them as belonging to our own command boys of the Twelfth Ohio and Eleventh Michigan Cavalry. Hastily dismounting, we hitched our horses and entered the mill, saluting them with: "Hello, boys! What are you doing here?" "Why, we are trying to get this confounded thing BtartjOd. Do you fellows know anything about a watermill how to start It or manage ltr" "Oh, yes! Just turn on the water and let her go." "Well, the water is on. but the provoking thing won't start." "But she's got to go, that's all." Sure enough, in a few minutes away she went. The hopper was filled up with corn we found it; the mill; and, although we did not obtain a Tery fine grind, we each supplied ourselves with about a gallon of the precious yellow dust, more precious Just then than the gold dust of California. And mounting our horses wo hastened to rejoin the command, leaving the old grist mill to stop when she got tired, for It is one thing to start a mill, but another to stop It. Joseph Banks. Company 3, Twelfth O. V. C.

American Darias;. One of the noblest and most selfsacrificing feats In the histo' of the American navy occurred In September, 1S04, when Commodore Treble attacked Tripoli. He bombarded the town for an hour and a half, when, the wind rising, he was compelled to withdraw. It was then decided to send either an immense torpedo or floating mine to destroy the Tripolltan cruisers In the harbor. For this dangerous expedition the Intrepid of Decatur's famous exand impenetrable darkness. One hundred barrels of gunpowdei were placed under her decks and over these were laid shot and fhell and Irregular pieces of Iron. Combustibles were placed in other parts of the vessel, to be set on fire nt a given signal This destructive sea monster waa placed in charge of Capt. Somers, who with Lieut. Wadsworth, had been selected from the men volunteering for the perilous undertaking. A young officer by the name of Israel also got on the Intrepid by ste'alth. These brave ofllcers were the only persons engaged in the expedition, excepting sailors tc. row the two boats that were to tow the torpedo Into the harbor and carry away the officers afterward. At 9 o'clock, September 4, 1S04, ar unusually dark night, the Intrepid waf towed to the harbor; Upon Xht American warships eyes were strained trying to pierce the gloom that closed in on the Intrepid. Suddenly a fierce light Illumined th dark waters of the bay, throwing Into lxld relief town, castje, shipping p.nd shores. Then came the report of a terrifle explosion that made the earth, sea and air tremble for miles around. Flaming fragments fell in a fearful shower, and then all was again silence and Impenetrable darkness. All through theong night hours anx ious men paced the American vessels watching and listening in the direction of the explosion for the return of the brave men who went upon this hazardous expedition.' They, poor fellows, never came out of the haibor, nor have they ever been heard of. Their fate has been a profound mystery for nearly a century. The corsairs of tht Tripolitan navy were destroyed, however, and the sacrifice was not In vain. The duke of Fortland has the larg est private picture gallery In the world,

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Record of Events of the Past Week HANGS HIMSELF IN JAIL. Peculiarly Sad Case of an Indltrent Anderson Man. Thomas Finney, 48, of Anderson, who was arrestv a week ago and convicted oa a charge of forgery, committed suicide in the Hancock County jail in Greenfield, by hanging himKelf from th top of his cell with hi. nuspenders. Hin boVy wu founl when the jailer went to trouse the lisouc-rs. The circumstance in connection villi thr foiicide are extremely iaL Firing, who had formerly worked in Anderwm, wag forced by lack of eaiploymnt there to seek work in th? country hi order to provide for his family, li? found work in Blue Itiver Township. thi county. His meager wages were not sufficient to provide for his sick wife and his children in Anderson. The woman needed medicine and the children food and clotiti'ng. In an anxious moment for l i family he became des era te and forged two checks for small sums, which hf cashed in Greenfield. Then be bought rnedicr'nr. food and clothing and took them to his family in Anderson. The forgeries were soon discovered and a member of fhe Horse Thief Detective Association arrested hira and he was convicted. I.e'ug given a fine of $1.V) and sentenced to jail for six months. He was d.?sponcent from the time of his arrest and often inquired about his loved ones. BOYS LOSE IN DEATH RACE. Engine Mow Down Two on a Htjca Ilrldjte One Empet. A wort of men and women stood on the tanks of the White River seven miles frj-n Indianapolis the other afternoon, and vatthed Hubert Staley, iT years old; ad John Weston, ID, run a frantic race wh death for 200 feet across the Monoa railroad bridge, which spans the stream at that point. Before they had reacVd tfc end of the structure they were hurled to their death by a pa.wengr train, running at a high rate of Kpeed. A eoaiIniou of Ihe boys, Herbert Jenkins IH jeais old, wan saved by reaching the rrd of the bridge a few seconds ahead of ;he peiding train. DEEAM OF DEATH NEAB THUTH. It Stan Don.Vt Dl Too Soon II Mar Fulfill Protrnostleatlon. John Bossum, of Frankfort, who a few weeks ago dreamed that he had only seventy-two days to live, is in bed and may die too soon. The dream gave him until Sept. 4 to live. The day after his drean Bossum joined the Baptist Church, as he was warned in a vision that he had only sixty days in which to get right with God. He arranged his business affairs and Ftated that he wag ready to go if tbe dream came true. Mr. Bossum was taken sick a 'few days ago with nervous prostration and became convinced that he is nearing his end. HOO USITS A HOUSE. Locked In for Safe Keeping, Vim OTerlarni m Coole Stove. A hog overturned a cook stove at the home of John Allan, a colored farmer living north of Owensville. during the absence of the fr.raily, and the house ano its contents were destroyed by re. When Allan and his family left for a visit in another part of the county, they drove the hog inside the house for safe keeping and locked the doors. In rooting about the house the hog overturned the cook stove in which were live coal. The hocse almost burned to the ground before the neighbors discovered the fire. Tattoo WIrear End Divorces. ? There would be fewer affinities and divorces if all married women in the Fnitcd States were tattooed on the chin, said Rev. Arthur Itawei, native of Maorilaod. New Zealand, in ad drew ins an audience of 3,000 at Winona Lake assembly. He added : Xow that I am headed for Wr&hington, I think tbat I shall ask Ijresident Koosevelt to use his influence to have such a bill put through CongresH.1 Fire- Balldlntr, but Wars Innate. Some persons climbed to the roofs of William McAtee's farmhouse and barn, near Princeton, poured coal oil over them and set them afire. When a good blase had been started the incendiaries took the horses from the barn and tied them to a fence. They then aroused the inmates of the house and fled. The residence and bira were burned to the ground.

Iloosler Broncho Kills Two. John Mullis and his son-in-law, Isaae Fox, were killed by a broncho which they were driving. The animal suddenly stopped and began to kick, his heel' going through the dashboard and crushing Mullis skull. Before Fox could get out he was also struck on tbe head and died within an hour. ' WITHJJJ OUB BORDERS. F.mma Frappier of Fort Wayne was drowned at Laurel. Miss where she was vising. At Bedford Joseph Burkham. aged 21, was drowned in White river while bathing with friends. Attacked with apoplexy while swi inning across Eel river, William Stafford, a young Warsaw farmer, sank in two. feet of water and drowned before hia companions could reach him. . Attorney Oen. Bingham and the county authorities failed, it is; said, to find anyone implicated in the alleged whitocapping of John Tribbey at Bushville. Tribbey is in a serious condition from tbe beaiing given him. The woman has gone to parts unknown. The McCamma Hotel at Sullivan wis burned by a fire that started from two' explosions, supposed to be due to kerosene. An unidentified man perished. The hotel register is supposed to have been burned. There is no trace of the man's identity. The loss is $lo,000. Leaving a rote asking that his sweetheart be notified, Earl Rife, a Wabash grocery clerk, stepped out of the stor and shot himself in the temple with hp revolver. He had just bid his sweetheart good-jy before leaving for North Dakota. He may recover. Ezra Slianafelt of South Bend, who i claimed to have gone insane from a beating administered by a neighbor beaue Shanafelt sprinkled him with a faose, baa been rwom mended for admission to the asylum. One nijht he escaped and, pur sued by his brotiier, terrorized the neigh!xrhood. finally breaking into a boue to hide. Called to Lee county, IIL, by a telegram announcing the illness of Lis child, Luther M. Huff, a business man of LocansiKMt. was reunited to his wife. The collide had been estranged for several years and the wife and babe went to the parents of the former. The child's nines melted the bitterness between them and. over the wasted form of the little one the husband and wife again pledged their marriage vows. The child will probably live. Floyd Curtner of Carlisle, while fishing in the Wabash river, landed a yellow catfish which weighed sixty-two pounds and measured o feet inches in length,