Plymouth Tribune, Volume 8, Number 7, Plymouth, Marshall County, 19 November 1908 — Page 6

SEVERE HEMORRHOIDS, Sjr, and Itclitnc Eciema Doctor Thooght an Operation Nrrdiar)' Cutleura'ii Eflleacr , Proven. am now 80 years old, and throe yc-rs Ago 1 xa3 taken with an at-tat-Jw of piles (hemorrhoids), bleeding .ami protruding. TLe doctor said the only Lelp for me was to go to a hosriil and bevoperated on. I tried several remedies for months, but dM not get much help. During this time sores Ileared which changed to a terrlMe Itching eczema. Then I began to usa C'r.tieura Soap. Ointment and Pills. i:iJwting a quantity of Cuthura Oiirt-rii.-nt with a Cuticura Suppository Kriege. Ittook a month of this treatin : t to get me in a fairly healthy stale in. 1 then I treated myself once a d;y for three months and, after that, omo or twice a week. The treatments I tried tuok a lot of money, and it is fortunate that Iuod Cuticura. J. II. Henderson, Ilopkhitcn, N. Y. Air.

2J. I'jOT."' Author In "Whits AVIii" Hale. Down in Marlon. Mass., Richard ll.trding ImvIs, the author, has berun Iiis new job of keeping the streets of Unit to;vn clean. Three hoys with a new push curt and a prod apiece, ninl 'A of curtain rcllers. with screws .n end, the Leads til.nl down 1 a oiijt. with which they pierce scattering pper. directed by the novelist. !mvo started in to make a record as th:- wcrtlüs force of the new depart-iji-nt of street (leaning. Mr.' Davis and Mrs. Webb Dexter offered to share the ost of the cleaning, and at an improvement association meeting recently the members elected Mr. Davis to tako Si.trge and carry out his own Ideas, lie 11 red the boys and will pay them Pi a;Iece for one month. The next month Mrs. Dexter will 6ettle with the in. ONE KIDNEY GONE, Bat Cured After Vortorm gold There Was No Hope. Sylvanus O. Verriil, Milford, Me., aays: "Five years ago a bad injury paralyzed me and affected my kidneys. My back hurt me . terribly, and the urine was badly disordered. Doctors . said my right kidtiey was practically X . i -' li. ;vv-v again. I read of Doan's Kidney (glif i xitz linn . wsau using - them, une box made me stronger and freer from pnln. I kept on using them and ia three month3 was able to get out on rmtehes, and the kidneys were actiug tetter. I improved rapidly, discarded the crutches and to the wonder of my friends was soon coinplttely cured."--fc'old ty all dealers. oO cents a box. IVstcr-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. . A Sharp Voice. "Mrs. Lomong Las a rather sharp voice, ha't she?" ' . "Shirp? Well, it's a voice that never needs -ny honing. She. was at the theater one night in a. box party and talked as usual al! through the play, and finally the manager got so mad the,pi;ce wasn't drawiug very well, anyway tbit lie came out before the curtain and said that if the saw tiling In one of the boxes 'dida't cease the play couldn't go on, and the audience applauded wildly.'' "What did Mrs. Uomong doV "She was so mad that she cut out the last two acts end then cut for Deafness Cannot be Cured bf local applications, as they cannot reach the diseased portion of the ear. There I only one way to cure deafness, and that U by constitutional remedle. . Iofaess I caused by an Inflamed condition of the rajcous lining of the Lustachlan Tube. Wlin this tube u lnDaaiPj you have a niialllti? itound or Imperfect hearing, anJ when it U entirely closed. Deafness U tlte result, auj unless the Inflammation can le taken our and thla tube restored to lt normal condition, hearing will Le destroyed forever; n'.r cases out of tea are canted by Catarrh wlilcn la nothing but an lailaaied condition of the mucous aurfar;. We will give One Hundred. Dollars f.T nr.j cane of DeafuM (caused by Catarrh) th-it cannot be cured by Hall' Catarrh Cure. Send tor circular, free. F. J. CUEXKV & CO, Toledo, O. Sold bv Druggists, IT,?. Take Hall' Family ViU for -on.tlpation. Arulnat Adrene Condldlona. Interviewer May I ask how you acquired your clear and luminou style of "writing? Successful author Do you think it's a luminous style, young man? Well, I acquired it by long and painful labor ia a dimly lighted back attic. PILES CURED IÜ C TO 14 DAYS FAZO OINTMENT Is guaranteed to cure any ase of Itching. BMnd, Bleeding or Trotrndtn Piles In Ö to 14 day or mouey refunded. 5c. Estremely t nfmhlouablr. "Who are those people in that private box?" I don't know; mere nobodies, I guess. Ti'fy are devoting their whole attention to the play. ' AH Cp-to-Date Honaelteepera Use Ked Cross Ball Blue. It makes the ciothea clean aad sweet as when new. All U racers. Stat Caret Lepers. A remarkable medical report touching the cure of leprosy was presented to the Louisiana Assembly by the leper house of the State of Louisiana. Out of CI lepers In the Louisiana institution tn iae past two years six have been practically cured. A row of modem cottage constitute the lepers' quarters. A surgical building and a small Catholic church complete this group of leper buildings. For thirteen jrears four to six slaters of charity, practically alone, have cared for all the wants of the lepers. None o: these sisters has ever become infected with the disease, and apparently none of them fears it ' Tblrst for KnowleUae. I will wait a few moments,," sali the lecturer, who had i:vered an eloquent and Inatructiv sv ra on "The Huh Mission of Woanei Our Modern Civilization," to aasv.t; my question that may b asked." There'i one thing I'd like to know, Mr. Croxton," spoke up a dysiptic looking man with a thin, straggling beard. "Whera do they git the names far all tbM break faat foods 'f Ilia Ezperleuce. MIf It be true that all the world loves a lover." sighed the elderly Ilhino. ' it because tha world Las so much fun witb him." 3 1

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The fruits are stored, the field are bar. The ground It hard, tt.e skies are gray ; rsovembcrs ciila is la the air; To morrow 1 Thaaks4'ivlDg day. Th farmhouse ttan In sheltered nook. Its walle are filed witb warmth anl cheer ; Its fires phlue out vlth friendly look Xo welcome ail who enter here. Full forty years hate come and c-n4 Since first this hearthstone.' ruddy jlow, resh kindled, nung its llat upon Thanksgiving guests of long ago. Long was the list of squire- and dames: From year to year how short it grew ! Bead out the old. familiar names They heard hr wlica this house was new. Grandmother? ay. h went the first; rnndfathor ? ty her side lie rests; The hhflde and sunlight, interspersed. Have fallen lor.,; above their breasts. Our mints and uncles? sundered wide. Their graves IIh east, tlielr gravei lie m est ; As Tfto:-nn soldiers prirrod and tritvt, Tl ey fought their P-xiit, they earned their rest. Our father ?-dear nnd jrenlle heart! A nature Kweet. 1 floved hy all; How early turned his steps apart To pas from human ken and o-!I ! Dur mother? -brisk and kindly soul! How leave slie ho re f;te'- every frown. Nor routed till Fhe. reafhed the jrl Where all must lay their burdens down! Our broiler? toward the setting sun. From us remote, his home Is made, And many a year Its eourio has run Since here his boyish sports were played. rut by the lfook ! My heart Is sore. The nlffhf winds tip the chirraey flee. The fires within irNaui as before. Hut none are here save you unJ rue! Kut. I-tter. you njid 1 anin Will heap" the henrtu and spread t faboa rd And serve our kindred, now as then. With all that borne and hearts afford. The scattered remnant3 of our line, We'll summon 'neath this roof once more. And pledge. In rare affoetloa's wine. The memory of those days of yore. God bless them all. the fond and true! od keep them all, hoth here and there, Cntil the Old Incomes the New, Forever, In Ills Mansions Fair! Youth's Companion. John Warrn dropped his newspaper en the Soor of the car and stared out of the window. Strongly built and bandsome, be was just now wearing on his face a look of utter weariness, resulting from a long trip in the West, where he had been looking after some interests of the firm of which he was a junior partner. Nine years before, in a Gt of anger, he had left his home in the country and, too proud to return, had, by dint of dogged persistence, secured a humble place in the packing rooms of Drace & Iirown'a wholesale dry goods store. Fortune favored him, and this same quality of resolution, tog'tl.er with application, had raised him to the position he now, occupied. A group of traveling men were making ready to leave -the train. It wa a jocular set snd they bad enlivened their trip witb stories, politics and trade gossip, and now th. jolly-faced hardware drummer said: "Hoys, where are you going to be riianksgiving day?" "Im going back to the flesh not s of f'?ypt and eat my turkey in the country," laid one. "Yes," s.tid another, "I'm going to be In my old place at the olC table with ray wbite-haired little mother smiling at tue from behind the co?ee pit and my dour aid uad piling enough on my place to feed regiment. "Think of those home-made pies!" said another, "those fat moons of apple. Dumnkin, mince and cranberry. Say, no restaurant-tin-bottom-crust about them." "And," said the boot and shoe man, "to iit around the old fireplace and watch a row of Juicy apples roasting in front of hat roaring, great-hearted log fire. Boys. you couldn't fence me away from borne that day." And so each one, with a home.oieture in his heart, hurried out of the car and op the long flight of station stairs away to nis destination, whtle slowly behind them came John Warren with a Bürgintumult of feelings in his breast, and as he ilowly mounted the last step a tear dropped on his brown beard and a sudden res olution filled his heart. lie almost shout ed: "I'm going home, too" John hurried to his hotel, and takln i very shabby suit from his wardrobe packed fi with some other things in a hirge latchel. and then hastening to the station climbed into the, sleeper just as the long train pulled out for the east. Arriving it a point twenty m:!es west of his old home, be went to an obscure hotel and changed his clothing for the old suit In bis satchel. When the ",'leven forty." pulled lato the town of M two days before Thanksgiving the usual crowd of loungers Dbserved a tall, brown-bearded man. whose clothes seemed the worse for wear. step off the rear platform, and without ooking at anyone strike off toward the farm of Richard Warren. Much curiosty was centered on this event until the leediest lookin? loafer present said: "That was John Warren, or I'll eat my hat ! He's come home to lire on the old folks. It wouldu't be for long, though. 'cause Squire Cobb has given notice that he's goin to foreclose the mortgage he has on the old man's "place." If they had followed the stranger for half a mile they might have seen the itrong young man shed heartfelt tears as he leaned against the old oak tree by the little gate and gaze earnestly on the brown house at th edge of the woods. Crushing the snow with hasty stcpi, he tvas soon at the woodpila at the side of ;he hoti'se. Flinging down his satchel and ratchlng up the ar, he split an armful of wood and opening the kitchen door said !n a voice tremulous with emotion, "Mother, is this enough wood to get dinner with?" A cry of wonderful joy and the mother tvept on her sons Shoulder wune nis father pa vi the floor shouting, "Praise God: Trai.se God!" stoppln often to clasp his son's hand and murmur, "My "THURSDAY ALWAYS

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boj, my boy." Then they drew ip to the fire and John said : "Father, rr )ther, will you forgive mj for my anger nine years ago and my cruel silence ever since.' And his mother said: My boy, not a day has passed by that we haven't prayed for your return, and, now that you are with us, we m take a new lease on life, and" she gl '.need at his shabby clothing "we will t.haro our little posses sions with you, my dear, long-lost son. As the afternoon wore away John help ed his father about the chores and by skillfully planned questions learned all about-his financial trouble?. He had tak en his satchel up to his oil room and was washing his hands before supper when he heard a light step on the porch and a bright-faced young woman walked into the kitchen and seeing him stood embarrassed until he, coming forward, said: This is Anna Scott, Isn't it?" Why, John Warren, where have you kept yourself all these years? Oh, how happy your mother must be !" And dropping his hand, which she had been shaking with greatest enthusiasm, flew down inCb the cellar and threw both arm around his mother's neck, and that good ladj- embraced h?r, weeping and patting her shoulder with the empty cream pitcher which she had taken there to fill. Mr.. Warr?n insisted that Anna should stay for supper. It seemed very much like old tim?s when John tucked her Lno ( under his arm and they walked over tBOi road thoy Lad traveled so often year U t fore. Just as they entered her father' gateway John said: "Anna, my parents thick just as you do, that I have made a failure of life. Well. I haven't. I am junior member of a very prosperous firm ia the West, but I want to keep the secret a little while longer and I want you to help me give th?m a kind surprise." Then he unfolded his plan to her and her voice rang. with delight as she said: "Oh. John, how lovely that will be!" The next morning, after the o!d family Hible was read and a heartfelt prayer offered, John asked the loan of his father' horsi and drove straight to Squire Cobb's office and that worthy being In, John said : "Squire, I'came to see you about that mortgage you have on my father's farm." With that be drew from his pocket a large roll of bank notes and counted down the $000 which would release his father from worry aud misery. John drove at once to the farm of Mr. Scott and called "Whoa !" just as Anna, her father, mother and brother came to the gate. There were hearty greetings, and then Anna, all ready for a long drive, sprang in beside him. How bright the morning was! How happy were they as the bells jingled and the sleigh moved over the wilderness of snow and through the deep woods. What mysterious bundles they brought out of the stores in town until, wheu, at last they arrived at Anna's home, the sleigh was loaded with "enough to stock a 6tore," as Harry Scott remarked. Thanksgiving day dawned bright and glorious with sun and snow, and early in the morning Anna appeared and she "wanted to help get dinner." Soon John brought the horse and cutter around and .-isked bis mother to take a ride with him, md finally, after much urg'ng from Anna. Mrs. Warren put on her sh lbby cloak and hood and with a warm soapstone at her feet was tucked into the sleigh beside John. He noticed the cloak and gave a little look of entreaty to Anna, who only smiled and said: "I wish you would call at mother's before you'eome back." Away :hey drove toward the mill and down by the river, then stopped at Farmer Scott'a. Soon Mrs. Scott was showing Mrs. Warren her "r v quPt, just taken out of the frames," a d the picture of "Cousin William, who is on the board of trade," and these two good old women talked over a hundred harmless things which constituted their every-day life. John finally suggested that it was time they were going if he could believe the clock of appetite. Anna met them at the door, her eyes dancing as she said: "Uncle Warren is almost reafly. You lay off your things and alt down at the table."" When Mr. Warren had finished the tenderly thankful grace, John's eys as well as Anna's were filled with tears. Mr. Warren turned over his plate and there lay the canceled mortgage. Slowly he lifted it. "What does this mean, John?" The kind voice of the old man trembled with emotion as he glanced first at the mortgage, tben at the son. And John's mother, who had been peering through her WAS MY JONAH DAY J'

glasses at something which wouldn't pour out of the cream pitcher, turned the article upside down and a bunch of bank notes dropped upon the table. Then tbj old couple saw it all and soon tbe three were clasping hands and no -ne could say a word until John managed to murmur; "Father, mother, ii's a part of my repentance." The dishes cleaned and put away, Anna took the mystiSed Mrs. Warren into the little "spare room" and John asked his father to walk up to his room, and there, spread out oa the bed, "was a splendid new, warm suit of clothing and shoes aud a fur cap and a handsome great coat. The old man Inelt down by the bed and murmured, "I thank Thee, Lord, for my son." Then arising, clothed himself in the first well-fitting suit he had ever worn. John, too, arrayed himself In his best, and soon they walked down into the parlor, where John saw z sweet, matronly woman and a pretty ycung woman, both smiling and both havir.g evidences of recent tears. During the week that followed John engaged a hired man to ease hii father's work and a trusty girl to relieve his mother. He also hired a carpenter to do some iixded repairing and set in motion many plans for the future comfort of his parents. One day he and Ilarrv Scott hunted

throu-h the wood, and when, tired and loaded with trophies of ths day's hunt, m-.-y etine to. Mr. Warren's they found -wnn Nellis ard Anna seated before the jrcV-heartcd fire." What a merry supper that was, and how the old people laughed at the bright sallies of the young folk ! Tben thy roasted apples and told stories, and John felt that he had faith fully carried out the program of the trav cling Bien. When he left for the West he carried in his memory not only the dear faces of his parents, but the gentle voice of Anua as she said : "Yes. but not until Jun?, John." Chi cago Post. AN UNFORTUNATE. SZAT TiC TZ'JSXZY TCZ.1Tf TfZ At he Football Gurnr. h how It makes one shudder to observe These sullen men who eve eah other so As thon-'h t estimate th trenath and nrve That will result la giving blow for blow Thus did the gladiators of old Itome oiiare with exultant eyes upon their foes Which Is the leaoi belonging here at homel iüe Käme begins! He's got It. There Le goes I O, brutal pport! Ten others pile on him And bear him of a udden to the around. Good heavens! Will they tear him llmh from Hmb? Hark to their crls I What fiendish. cardllnn sour J I No. no. 1 cannot, will not look airln To see the sacrifice that von call n!v. To see the mangled forms of sturdy men ijook mere: k. can ne kick It? Can he? ay ! Alas. In every man there lurks the brute. I Und that ert-n I am straugelr thrilled And yield to cheers wheu I should be a mute. Am lad to see our foemen nearlr killed. Hear now the rising tumult of the cheers When from that savage conflict, blind, Insane, There flies a cloud of fingers, hair, and ears Get up, you dubs! You've got ten yards to gain ! What's that? O, some one s!ay that referec I Offside? He's bulbous! Hlt him In the neck I He's been bought up. as any one can see. matter. io era, boy; don't leave a speck ! What Is that yell? Here, let me get the swing : "Kan. rah, stss 1.00m I" HI J Sock It to them now. Creak rlhs and arms and necks and anv. thin So that you make that touchdown. Wow! ow! Wow ! Chicago Tribune. ThKnUei vlnjg Fable. A gay young Gobbler, seeing how Melancholy the Turkeys were, propounded A Conundrum : "Why are Turkeys the Drum Corps of the Fowl Creation? (live it up? Decause they all carry Drumsticks. O-u-c-h!" He dodged A blow from the Patriarch of the Flock, who Overheard him. "Spare Me," said the young Fellow, as suming the defensive. "I can give you A Itetter one. Why do Turkeys bava No Hereafter?" The Patriarch blustered Around and dragged bis Wings, looking very Fierce He knew he ought to know, but couldn't for the Life of Ilim remember. So he Glowered at the Culprit and asked Severely : "Well, Sir, why do Tutkeys have No Hereafter?'' "Hccause they havs their Necks Twirled in This." "Pooh !" said the Patriarch, Contemptuously. "That was around on Crutches when Adam wore Kilts. Now, here Is Something new that 4 Caught on the Wing. We are All to bo Dry Pic ted this Year." "What I" Shrieked A giddy Rlond with a pink Crest. "Not on Your I..ie !" "No, Silly, but a.s Soon as it is Over. It is the old Way of Turkey Undertaking and The only Way. In Philadelphia, when I Clipped Into the World, Dry PicHng was the Correct Thing. All the old families held to It. That gives Turkey Feathers the chance of their Ltitt. Turkey Tai! for Tans I am told thi Aborigines quite Dote on Them."-Chicago Record! Icral J.

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rhat Grandma puts ia as she stands at tho table. Ind pours la the cider with this big ladle. :lere Is the pastry to cover the pie, lud this Is the plate In which It may lie. ov tuck It all round, and mark It with I. ind shove in the oven for you and for me, I'o eat on Thanksgiving at Grandmamma's table, ft'lth turky and chlcl;en, as much as we're able. A BARNYARD DRAMA. Tin VIcdiuN Drrnm of a Horrible Itevcnife. , IJoosler So you will steal my corn, vill yo:f? Oh, you needn't strut orouni icre as though you were the only ono n this menagerie. Turkey Oh, I don't know. You're :ot in it with me just now. I'm tho nost popular thing on the walk at presnt. booster Well, nuulani, stretch your rublcr neck up over my bead all you rant to-day, but just you wait till tonorrow ! When your skinny legs are eing dragged to tho execution block, I vill look on at your gory expiration and from the bottom of my lungs will crow 'or victory! Turkey (taking two struts coopward ind landing in the center of the stage) ye, aye, sir! Itut listen. Death hath ts rewards, and to sacrifice myself at the iltar of revenge Is more glorious than ife. What if my beauteous wings. shall jwitch the dust from out the cracks of he kitchen stove? Wait till my nude ind helpless form lies stretched upon tho platter of the feast I Then shall revenge ?ome to me, for never yet was one of our :ribe sacrificed at the altar of Thanksfiving that the merciless gourmands did 10t so o'erstul themselves that nothing n all the world was worth the having for hree days in advance. Heveuge ! My friend, revenge Indeed s sweet ! Detroit Free Press. A Nation ThanUa. For good that was and Is to be. Oh, Iord, we give o.ir thanks to Thee. We thank Thee for the thousand ways mj mercy guards our present days. Ireat God of plenty's waving fields. For garnered bins and gracious yields. For purpling vine and laden tree. We fclng our harvest song to Thee. Jreat God of war. while other shores Have echoed to the cannon's roars. lld rivers reddened to their kp:i. Ve tLaak Thee, Ixrd, for smiling peaca. We praise Thee for the providence I hat rolled the baleful pestilence f vlct'rles that It mlht hnve won Vnd horrors that It could have known. We thank Thee for a prouder seat tVr.ere nations shall In future meet; wider neld. a fairer fame. rhat gilds the Anglo-Saxon name. tint most of all Thy name we bless for stern rebuks to selfishness ; Kor splendid vlct'rles over greed that fattens on a brothers need; Kor curbs upon oppressors laid. vnd lashes for t.ae trust betrayed: levotlon to the common good nd quickened sense of brotherhood; ror flaming up of olden fires; V tlner faith In pure desires; V nation's vast awakenings; bu;;le call to better things. Leslie Weekly. ThanUsgi vlnft of the Revolution. There were eight Thanksgiving days j pointed by the Continental Congress for observance among tha colonies durng the war for independence. After tho one called for the purpose of cele'rating the peace treaty, which was held n 1S74. the day was allowed to lapse tntil 17S0, when Washington took hi eat a3 President. The idea in those ?arly days was to offer thanks on 'soma pecial occasion. That our ancestors ?ould find eight such occasions during :he dark days of the Revolution shows hat they wer ready to be thankful on omewhat slim provocation. Iiut it also mows that the gobblers shed their blood for the country a well as the men. AVAitteU to- D Prepare 4). "I want to- get a turkej, and a bottle f paregoric, and some uüncemeat, and tome pepsin pills, and some cranberries. ind some furniture polish, and a quart f oysters, and a package of court plaster. ind some sweet potatoes,' and a fire inurance policy." Jlere the marketman smiled merrily and nquired, uomg to eat an mat?' "No," responded the customer; "but he family Thanksgiving dinner occurs at ny house- this year." Baltimore Amerian. YESTERDAY AND TO-DAY. U " .Jem'? . 1 1WV ' (

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The Serjcanfi Shot. One sunny afternoon In the nutunm of the? year 1S01 n soldier lay in a clump of laurel by the side of a road In western Virginia. He lay at full length on bis stomach, his feet resting upon Ills toes, his head upon his left forearm. His extended right hand loosely grasped his rifle. Iiut for tlu somewhat methodical disposition of hi.? limbs and a slight rhythmic movement of the cartridge box at the back of b!s bolt, he might have been thought to be dead. He was. asleep at his iost ? duty. Dut, If detected, he would l? (lend shortly afterward, that being th? penalty of his crime. The clump of laurel In which the criminal lay was in the angle of a road which, after ascending southward a steep acclivity to that point, turned sharply to the v.c.-t, running along tbe summit for perhaps 100 yards. There it turned southward again and went zigzagging downward through the forest. At the salient cf that second unK'e was a large flat rock jutting Iro n the river to the northward, overlooking the deep valley from which tho ruad ascended. The rock capped a. hij;h cliu. A Mone dropped from its outer de would have fallen sheer downward 1.C0O feet to the tops of the pines. The angle where the soldier lay was on another "spur of the same cliff. Had he been awake be would have commanded a view not only of the short arm of tin? road and the Jutting rock, but of the entire profile of the cliff below It. Xo country Is so wild and diflieult but men will make it a theater of war; concealed In the forest at the botton of that military rat-trap, In which half a hundred inon in possession of the exits might havo starved an army to submission, lay five regiments of Federal Infantry. They had marched all tue previous day and. night and were resting. At nightfall they would take to the road again, climb to the place where their unfaithful sentinel now slept, and, descending the other slopo of the ridge, fall upon a camp of the enemy at about midnight. Their hope was to surprise it, for the road led to the rear of it. In case of failure their position would be jhtHous in the extreme. The sleeping sentinel lu the bnrnh of laurel was a young Virginian named Carter Druse. He was the son of wealthy parents, an only child, and had known such case aud cultivation and high living as wealth and t.;sle were able to command in the mountain country of western Virginia. Ills Jiomc was but a few -miles from where he now lay. One-morning lie had risen from the breakfast table and said quietly: "rather, n Union regiment has arrived at Grafton. I am going to join it." The father lifted his leonine head, looked np at the son a moment In silence, and replied: "Go, Carter, an-l, whatever may occur, do what you conceive to bo your duty. Virginia, to which you are a traitor, must get on without you. Sbonld we both live to the end of the war, we will speak further of the matter. Your mother, as the physician has informed you, Is In n most ciltlcal condition; at tho best she cannot be with ns much longer than a few weeks, but that time Is precious. It would be better not to disturb her." So Carter Druse, bowing reverently to his father, who returned the salute with a 'stately courtesy which masked a breaking heart, left the home of his childhood to go soldiering. Uy . conscience and courage, by deeds of devotion and dating, be soon commended himself to his fellows and his officers; and it was to those qualities and to some knowledge of the country that he owed his selection fur his present perilous duty at the extreme outpost. Nevertheless, fatigue h;fd been stronger than resolution, and he had fallen usleep. What good or bad angel came In a dream to rouse him from his state of crime who shall say? Without .1 movement, without n sound. In the profound silence and the lauguor of tho late afternoon, some Invisible messenger of fate touched with unsealing flnj ger the eyes of bis consciousness whispered Into the ear of his spirit the mysterious awakening word which no human lips have ever spoken, no human memory has ever recalled. He quietly raised his forehead from his arm and looked betweeu the masking stems of the lanrels, instinctively closing his right hand about tho stock of his rifle. Ills first feeling was a keen, artistic Äellght. On a colossal pedestal, the cliff, motionless at the extreme edge of . the capping rock and sharply outlined against the sky,, was an equestrian statue of Impressive dignity The figure of the man sat the figure of the , horse, straight and soldierly, but with , the repose of the Grecian god: carved In the marble which limit the suggestion of activity. The gray costume harmonized with its aerial background; the metal of accoutrement and caparison was softened and subdued by the Bhadov; the animal's skiu had no points of high light. A carbine, strikingly foreshortexved, lay across the pommel of tho saddle, kept In place by the right hand grasping It at the "grip," the left hand holding the bridle rein, was Invisible. In silhouette against the sky, the profile of the horse was cut with the sharpness of a cameo; it looked across the heights cf air to the confronting cliffs beyond. The face of the rider, turned slightly to the left, showed only an outline temple and iK'ard ; he was looking downward to the bottom of tbe valley. Magnified by Its lift against the sky and by the soldier's testifying sense of tho formidableness of a near enemy, the group apieared of heroic, almost colossal, ! tdze. For an Instant Druse had a strange, half-tletlnod feeling that he had slept to the end of the war and was looking upon a noMe work of art roared upon that commanding cmlnlnce to commemorate the deeds of an heroic past, of which he had been an Inglorious pnrt. The feeling was dispelled by a slight movement of the group; the horse, without moving Its feet, h.il drawn its body" slightly .backward from the verge; the man remained Immovable as befere. liroad awake and keenly alive to the significance of the slluaJ tion. Druse now brought tbe butt of Ms rifle against his cheek by cautiously pushing the barrel forward through the Lushes, cocked tlij pkeo, and,

glancir through the sights, covered a vital sot of the horseman's breast. A touch -upon the trigger and all would have Leen well wilh Carter Druse. Al that Instant the horseman turned his head and JookcH in the direction of his concealed foeman seemed to look into his very face, Into his eyes, inta his brave compassionate heart. Is It. then, so terrible to kill an enemy in war an cucny whn has surprised a sedct vital to the safely of cue's Ft If as;d comrades -an enemy more formidable fur his knowledge than all his army for its r.uiVer3. Carter Druse grew deathly pale; he shook in every llmh; he turned faint, and saw the statuesque group before hhn as black figures, rising, falling-, morlnj unsteadily In arcs of circles In a fiery sky. Ills hand fell away from his weapon, his head slowly dropped until his head rested on the leaves In which he lay. This courageous gentleman and hardy soldier was nearly swooning from Intensity of emotion. It was not for long; ano?aer moment his face was raised from the earth, his hands resumed their place on the rifle, his forefinger sought the trigger; mind, heart and eyes were clear, conscience and reason sound. He could flot hope to capture that enemy; to aiarm him would lie to send him dashing Into his camp with his fatal news. The duty of the soldier was plain the man must be shot dead from ambush without warning without a moment's spiritual preparation, with never so much as an unspoken prayer he must be sent to his account. Dut, no there is hope; ho may have discovered nothing perhaps he Is but admiring thc sublimity of tho landscape. If permitted, he may turn and ride carelessly away In the direction whence he came. Surely it will be possible to judge at the Instant of his withdrawing whether he knows. It may well be that his fixity oJ attentftn Druse turned his head and looked below, through the deeps of air downward, as from the surface to tho bottom of a translucent sea. He saw creeping across the green m"'.Jow a sinuous line of figures of men and horses some foolish commander was permitting the soldiers to water their beasts in plain view of a hundred summits: Druse withdrew his eyes from the valley and fixed them again upon the group of man and horse In the sky, and again it was through the sight of his ritle. Dy this time the aim was at the horse. In his memory, f s If they were a divine mandate, rang the words of his father at parting: "Whatever may occur, do what you conceive to be your duty." He was calm now. His teeth were firmly but not rigidly closed; his nerves were as tranquil as a sleeping babe's not a tremor affected any muscle of his body; bis breathing, until suspeiKled in the act of taking aim, was regular and slow. Duty had conquered; spirit had said to the body: "Peace, be still." He fired. At that moment an oificor of the Federal force, who. In a spirit of adventure or in quest of knowledge, had left the

j hidden bivouac In tbe valley, and, with aimless feet,- had made his way to the lower edge of a small open space near the foot of the cliff, was considering what be had to gain by pushing his exploration further. As a distance of a quarter-mile before him, but apparently at a stone's throw, rose from its fringe of pines the gigantic face of rock, towering: to so 'great a height above him that It made him giddy to look np to where its edge cut a sharp, rugged line against the sky.- At sonitj distance away to his right It presented A clean, vertical profile against a background of blue sky to a point half of the way down, and of distant hills hardly less blue, thence to the tops of teh trees at Its base. Lifting his eyes to the dizzy altitude of its summit, the officer saw an astonishing sight a man on horseback riding down Into the valley through the air. Straight upright sat the rider. In military fashion, with a firm seat in the saddle, a strong clutch upon tlu rein to hold his charger from too Im petuous a plunge. From his hare head bis long hair streamed upward, waving Ui a plume.' 111$ right hand was concealed In the cloud of the horse lifted mane. The animal's body was as level as if every hoof-stroke encoun tered tbe resistant earth. Its motions were those of a wild gallop, but even as the olhcer looked they ceased, with all the legs thrown sharply forward as la the act of alighting from a leap. P.ut this was a flight. Filled with amarement and terror by this apparation of a horseman in tbe sky half believlnj himself the chosen scribe of some new apocalypse, the ofllcer was overcome by the inteisit3 of his emotions, his legs failed him and he fell. Almost at the same Instant he heard a crashing sound in the trees a sound that dies without riu echo, and all was still. After filing his shot Private Carter Druse reloaded his rlfie aud resumed his watch. Ten bainutes had hardly elapsed when a Federal sergeant crept cautiously to him. "Did you fire?" the sergeant whispered. . "Yes." "At whütr "A horse It was standing on yonder rock, pretty far out. It Is no longer there. It went over the cliff." "See here. Druse," the sergeant said, after a silence, "it's no use making a mystery. I-rder you to report. Was there anybody ou the horse?" "Yes." "Who:" "My father." The sergeant rose to his feet aud walked away. "Good God," he said. Chicago Chronicle. Reilgncd, Count Cesnola, atterward famous through his collection of statuary, commanded the Fourth New York Cav alry during the Civil War. He was a galh nt officer, but his command was a motley mass of whom It was difficult to make soldiers. In 1SG3 by reason of the bad conduct of his men, he was made a prisoner. Aften ten months he wns returned to his regiment, and said: 4,1 propose to put these rascals through a course of discipline and drill until' they distinguish themselves In battle; and the moment they do that, I shall resign.'' On Aug. 15, 1SG-I, be, at their "head, charged tTo Confederate regiments of infantry, and while the army was ringing with this gallant deed of arms, Colonel Cesnola sat In bis tent, writing a resignation of his commission. They have covered me with glory to-day, fc said; "they may disgrace me to-mor-row.M A gentle word soothes anger just as water puts out fire, and there Is no soil so barren but that tenderness irii;s forth Eome fruit. St Frances de Sales.

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