Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 May 1901 — Page 3

SKETCHES FOR MEMORIAL DAY

A Memorial Surprise Party. Alma Maynard sat at the window, looking thoughtfully out at the newly budded trees. Poor Alma had been confined to the house all the spring with the scarlet fever which had left her so weak that at first she could hardly lift her head, but now that she wae up and her young friends were allowed to visit her, she had been wish- . ing they would come in a party seme evening. She did not know that at school that very day her playmates were planning to surprise her on the afternoon of Decoration day, which was the next Wednesday. The day dawned bright and warm and about 1 o’clock that afternoon Mrs. Nelson said: “Alma, you had better go and lie down awhile.” So Alma lay down and was soon fast asleep. At a signal from Mrs. Nelson the children trooped noiselessly from a neighbor’s, where they had gathered, and soon the room adjoining Alma’s was tilled with gay lads and lassies, all bearing sweet spring flowers which they arranged around the room and then sat down to wait for Alma to awake. At last she opened her eyes, then closed them again, thinking that the flower-filled rodm with its gay occupants was only a dream. Then Viva Leland, Alma’s most intimate friend, came and took her hand and led her into the room, <where the shout of‘"surprise! surprise! surprise!” met her on all sides. Half dazed, she looked from one to another, then broke into a gay laugh in which they all joinhd. The afternoon passed quickly and pleasantly, and at 6 o’clock they werelcalied to the dining room for supper. And such a supper! They were seated in couples around the table, Alma and Ray Thornton, her favorite chum, presiding at the head. After supper Alma’s father told them stories; and later they returned to their homes, leaving the flowers for their convalescent playmate, and with them many wishes for a speedy return to health. ’

A PATRIOTIC PIC-NIC

■A. JutJenile Story for Memorial • "Day. There was a regular houseful of Dawsons in the little, low, red house’ which stood all by itself on the edge of the village; there were six children Who called the little house their home, and six noisier, happier, heartier children were never known. There were the twins, Fred and Frank, who.headed the list, ancj then there were Grace and Nellie and Harry, and last of all came Minnie, the baby, the tiniest and noisiest of them all. ~—— There were great plans afoot today in the curly heads of the merry crowd. Tomorrow would be Decoration Day, and were not z the four oldest of the young Dawsons to march in the long procession of school children and carry garlands and bouquets of flowers to strew on the graves of our soldier heroes? There were the flowers to hunt in the woods, for the Dawson flower garden showed only two flaming red and yellow tulips„and a few fragrant lilacs as its‘offering to the chilthat fact troubled them not at all; they were only too glad pf an excuse for spending a long, delightful day in the woods. There would be the garlands to make and bouquets to arrange and “pieces” to rehearse and a thousand and one other things to do; so it was no wonder that alb the little Dawsons were up and flying around as busy as bees at an exceedingly early hour. Even the baby was interested, and toddled around tipping over everything she could and getting into everyone’s way. So much hustle and bustle made them a little bit cross, perhaps, and so it turned out that there was a slight disagreement between Grace and Nellie and the twins early in the morning, and as each side added fuel to the flames, in the shape of sharp words and angry frowns, by the time they were ready to start for the woods the quarrel had grown to be something serious, The boys had been very provoking, and the girls were so angry with them that they decided to take the lunch basket" and hurry away when the boys were not looking, and thus take revenge upon them for all the mean things they had said and done that morning. Their plan worked to perfection and they got safely away without being seen by anyone; but, someway, they did not look very happy in their triumph, as they trucked silently along. “They walked quite slowly as soon as they once were out of sight of the house, instead of

skipping gaily along, as they always did upon such happy occasions. At last Grace stopped suddenly and said: "Nellie, I don’t feel good one bit. I guess we’d better go back. I don’t care if the boys were mean, we ought not to be mean, too, and ’tis awful mean to run away like this. The lunch is as much theirs as ours, and it’s niost as bad as stealing for us to take it all. Come on. I’m going back." And away she went on a run, with Nellie following as fast as she could at her heels. The boys had not missed them yet, and so they knew nothing of the girls’ intended treachery. They seemed to have recovered their usual goodhumor; and it was a very merry little party that started a few moments later for the woods. What good times they did have that day! What treasures of woodland wealth they found! How good the lunch did taste, and what fun it was to eat it out there under the green trees all alone. Yes, it was a long, glad, beautiful day. They enjoyed every moment of it, and stayed just as long as they dared. But at last they decided that they must start for hofhe, for there were the flowers to arrange yet, and there would be but little time to spare if they noped to finish their tasks that night. It was even later than they aa<J/" thought, they found, when they came to the edge of the woods and saw how low the sun had sunK. So they hurried along as fast as they could. When they came to the fallen tree upon which they had crossed the noisy little creek in the morning, pernaps they were a little careless, and when it came Nellie’s turn she slipped, and, with a little frightened cry, down she went into the water. The creek was high with the spring rains, and. the water was over Nellie’s nead; so it was no wonder that- it was a frightened, as well as a shivering little girl that Frank dragged out upon the bank, a moment later. = “Oh—oh, dear!” she cried; “I ant so wet and cold, and all my flowers are lost,” and she pointed a trembling finger at the basket which held all her pretty blossoms and was sailing gaily away with them to some unknown port. “Never mind,” said Frank, cheerily, “JHI get it for you. I can’t get any wetter than I am now,” and in he plunged again, and in a twinkling the flowers were rescued, and they were on their way home; but Nellie’s wet clothes were very hen teeth fairly chattered before she had taken many steps. Suddenly Fred stopped and said: . “Here, sis; why didn’t I think before? You take my coat, and then Frank and I will take hold of your hands and run, and we’ll be home in a jiffy. There, that’s right—one, two, three, and away we go.” A few hours later, Nellie and Grace, who had returned before the others, were sitting alone, finishing the last of the ganonds, wnen Nellie said, suddenly: Oh, Grace, how glad I am that we diun’t run away from the boys this morning. I am sure I would .rave been drowned, if we had,” and sue shivered again at the thought of her icy bath. “Yes, I am glad, too,” returned Grace. “And, Nellie, I was all day. I am sure we had a much nicer time than we would if we had gone alone,-and we would have felt so mean if we had taken the boys’ lunch away from them.” “Yes, so we would. And, Grace, do you know, after this when the boys are

“ALL MY FLOWERS ARE LOST.”

cross, I don’t mean to take any notice and see what effect that will have upon their tempers.” This plan Grace and Nellie carried out and it worked so well uiat harmony has reigned in the little red house ever since. Only in a world of sincere men is unity possible, and there, in the long run, it is as good as certain.—Carlyle. Scholars are frequently to be met with who are ignorant of nothing saving their own ignorance.—‘Zimmerman. A loss of $2,000 was sustained by the burning of David Ralston’s home near Wabash. Insurance, SBOO.

A FAMOUS OLD HOUSE.

The house of Walter Baker A 001, whose manufactures of cocoa and chocolate have become familiar in the mouth as household words, was established one hundred and twenty-one years ago (1780) on the Neponset river in the old town of Dorchester, a suburb of Boston. From the little wooden mill, “by the rude bridge that arched the flood," where the enterprise was first started, there has grown up the largest industrial establishment of the kind in the world. It might be said that, while other manufacturers come and go, Walter Baker & Co., go on forever. t What is the secret of their great success? It is a very simple one. They have won and held the confidence of the great and constantly increasing body of consumers by always maintaining the highest standard in the quality of their cocoa and chocolate preparations, and selling them at the lowest price for which unadulterated articles of good quality can be put upon the market. They welcome honest competition; but they feel justified in denouncing in the strongest terms the fraudulent methods by which inferior preparations are palmed off on customers who ask for and suppose they are getting the genuine articles. The best grocers refuse to handle such goods, not alone for the reason that, in the long run, it doesn’t pay to do it, but their sense of fair dealing will not permit them to aid in the sale of, goods that defraud their customers and injure honest manufacturers. Every package of the goods made the Walter Baker Company bears the well-known trade mark “La Belle Chocolatiere,” and their place of manufacture “Dorchester, Mass.” Housekeepers are advised to examine thqlr purchases, and make sure that other goods have not been substituted. An attractive little book of “Choice Recipes” will be mailed free to any housekeeper who sends her name and address to Walter Baker & Co., Ltd.. 158 State Street, Boston, Mass.

Queer Ideas of Justice.

Some of the justices of this city appear to have taken a singular view of their duties and prerogatives, says a recent Manchester, England, dispatch. The case of Hugo Shaw and W. H. Hughes—who have rightly resigned a position for which they were, clearly unfitted —has created a great sensation, and has drawn a letter from the home secretary in approval of the censure of the city justices. These two gentlemen have escaped lightly, for they were guilty of about as scandalous a breach of magisterial decorum as can be imagined. From the report furnished by the chief constable we gather that when a local publican was to be summoned for permitting drunkenness on his premises these two justices made repeated attempts to induce’ the police to refrain from prosecuting. Moreover, when the case was called on they were found on the bench, and when the police shifted the case to the other court, Messrs. Shaw and Hughes moved after them. Having done all they could to stop the case they thrust themselves upon the bench out of their turn.- There is a strong hint in the chief constable’s report that undue influence is frequently brought to bear on licensing cases in Manchester.

Teaches Tricks to Bantams.

Mrs. Rosalie Gandolfo is a St. Louis woman who has a penchant for bantam chicken pets and has a brood of them of which she is exceedingly proud, for she has trained them to perform tricks that rare the wonder of the neighbors. Two of her roosters, especially favored by her, are named McKinley and Roosevelt. These two littlefellows were perched on a newspaper’s mammoth bulletin board on election day last November and kept the big crowds shouting with delight at their continual crowing. It seemed as if the little redbreasts knew when big returns came in for McKinley and Roosevelt, for as the figures were posted up they would emit louder than ever their “cock-a-doodle-do.” The roosters will perch on Mrs. Gandolfo’s fingers, fly to her arm, shoulder or head at command; will crow whenever their mistress tells them to, will eat out of her hand, will guard articles like a watch dog and in other ways will show the result of long and careful training; Mrs. Gandolfo, who is president of the Rosalie Woman’s named after her, prizes her pets very highly and takes great pains in teaching them mew tricks.

A Home for Stray Cats.

An uptown woman in New York, the widow of a supreme court judge, has devoted her attention to the welfare of stray She has had constructed a cage thirty-two feet long and ten feet wide, where all homeless animals who are found in the vicinity receive food and shelter. The neighbors call it the “cat mission.” The cage is fitted with cushions and has a house heated with hot water pipes in one end. A local milkman has the food contract for this asylum and leaves a large can of milk daily for the inmates. Over forty cats are being cared for at present, and news of the institution is spreading.

Condemned to Wear Wooden Collar.

A man who had been condemned to wear a wooden collar was seen by some of his friends. “What have you been doing,” they asked him, “to deserve this?” “Oh, nothing,” he replied; “I only picked up, an old piece of rope.” And you are to be punished thus severely,” they asked, “for merely picking up an end of rope?” “Well,” answered the man, .“the fact is that there was a bullock tied to the other end.”—Herbert A. Giles, in "History of Chinese Literature.”

FLOCKING TO OKLAHOMA THE LAND OF PROMISE

Anadarko, Oklahoma, is the Center of activity in the preliminary work necessary to opening the new Indian lands -for settlement this summer. The administration building in this place presents a busy scene as the time of the opening draws near. Thousands of prospective homesteaders are already camped along the border and long trains of wagons are winding along the roadways that lead to this beautiful garden spot of the southwest. The lands involved consist of the large tract known as the Kiowa, Comanche and Apache reservation and the smaller section occupied by the Wichitas and affiliated tribes. The first named is bounded on the north principally by the Washita river; on ths south by Red river, and on the west by the north fork of Red river. In this strip there are 2,968,893 acres. It is a little larger than Connecticut and about three times as large as Delaware. The Wichita reservation is bounded on the north by the South Canadian river; on the east by Indian territory; on by the Washita river, and on the west by the Cheyenne and Arapahoe Indian lands, which are now marked on the map as Custer and Washita counties, Oklahoma. In this tract there are 743,610 acres. The Washita river the two reservations. A line drawn through the center of the two, from north to south would measure 14 miles, and from east to west 81-miles. The law provides that each Indian brave and squaw and each papoose that was thirty days old when the bill was passed shall be allowed to select a quarter section of land before the opening. This alotment is now in progress. As soon as it is completed the Indian Agent at Anadarko will notify the Secretary of the Interior at Washington. After that will come the proclamation of the president opening the lands to the public for settlement. When these allotments have all been made 464,000 acres of the large slice of 480,000 acres will be set aside to be held by the Indians in severalty as pasture lands. One-ninth of the total number of acres will be set aside as school lands, and there are 250,000 of pasture land for cattle raising pur poses. Colonel Randlett, the Indian agent, who has entire control of the affairs of the two reservations to be opened and who knows every foot of the ground,

McKinley, the Husband.

Of all the tributes paid the president of the United States in the course of his tour of the country none has been so eloquent, and none other can be, as that paid him by one woman. That woman was his wife. At New Orleans she, for the first time, allowed herself to be interviewed. “Do you know Major McKinley?” she asked. “Ah, no one can know him, because to appreciate him one must know him as I do. And I am not speaking now of Major McKinley as the president. I am speaking of him as my husband. If any one could know what it is to have a wife sick, complaining, always an invalid for twentyfive years, seldom a day well, and yet never a word of unkindness has ever passed his lips; he is just the same tender, thoughtful, kipd gentleman I knew when first he came and sought my hand. I “I know him because I am his wife, and it is my proudest pleasure to say this, not because he is the president, but because he is my husband. “I wish that I could have seen him yesterday: I love to see him among the people whom he seeks to serve so faithfully. But I read his speeches this morning. I read all his speeches. I only wish that I could help him as I should. “He is so kind, so good, so patient. He gives me all the time he can; he never forgets me, no matter how busy he is. But I will be glad when he is out of public life; I did "not want him to run a second time. I thought he had done enough for his country, and now I know that he has done enough, and when his term expires he will come home and we will settle down quietly and he will belong to me.” As a tribute to McKinley, the man and husband, nothing could be more eloquent. Got). Dole’s Head Zr Sought. Sanford Ballard Dole, whom the territorial legislature of Hawaii desires to have removed from his position of governor, was appointed to that place by President McKinley in 1900. His name and personality are pa;t of the

in referring to the nature of the Country and the opportunity for the homeseeker, said: “These lands constitute a vast, fertile area of several million acres extent. There are large sections of it that are exceedingly well adapted for agricultural 'purposes, that portion known as the Washita valley, which lies along the Rock Island railroad between Chickasha and Anardarko being as fine farming land as can be found anywhere.” Filing fees are sl4 for 160 acres. After five years’ residence upon the land proof can be made at the land office and by paying $1.25 per acre a deed will be issued by the United States government. This deed can be obtained by paying $1.25 per acre any time after an actual residence of fourteen months. Many people will desire to take min-

COL. RANDLETT,

(Indian Agent in Control of Reservation.) ing claims in the reservation, and the size of these will be 600x1,500 feet, which is about twenty acres. The president will designate the county seats in his proclamation opening the country, and while it is not a certainty it is quite likely that two of the county seats will be Anadarko and Fort Sill. A person is allowed to make entry on only one-quarter section. Settlement may be made and land held three months without filing, or one

history of the islands. He is a native of Honolulu,., where he was born in 1844. His parents arrived in the is lands in that very year as missionaries. Young Dole was sent to the United States for his education and entered Williams college. After his graduation thence he studied law, was admitted to the bar of Boston, and returned immediately thereafter to Honolulu, where he began to practice law. In 1887 he became judge of the supreme court of the kingdom. Mr. Dole, as a member of the legislature; took part;

GOVERNOR DOLE.

in the reform movement which culminated in the revolution of 1893. On July 4, 1894, he was made president of the republic of Hawaii. Mr. Dole was the choice of the conservative element of the islands for the position of governor. The reported plan to form a watch combine t<s include all the big manufacturers of watches in this country presents another fine opportunity for the calamity shrlekers to dilate upon the horrors of an “octopus” that actually proposes to control the wheels of Time.

may file on the land first After a claim has been selected it is necessary to make a few permanent improvements. Sections 13, 16, 33 and 36 in each township will be reserved for school purposes and will not be homesteaded. The plan for establishing the towns by fiat of government is a novel one. It has never been tried before in opening public lands and promises to do away with many of the unsatisfactory features that have attended openings. After the sites fpr the county seats have been designated by the president it will be announced that on the day of opening of the country the lots will be sold at auction to the highest bidder, and the money derived from this sale will be set apart to establish courthouses and schools and will tend to lighten the taxation which is always a burden to a new country. This plan is set forth by Delegate Flynn and meets the approval of all the authorities. The law provides that the president may issue a proclamation at any time after the alotment to the Indians, and it also vests him with the authority to designate the manner of the opening. The usual plan is to have a “run for the land,” but owing to the small number of claims that will be left, as well as the unsatisfactory features that have attended these “runs” in opening up former lands, ic is considered advisable to adopt some other means. A great many schemes have been set forth, the most practical, doubtless, being the plan of drawing, but this is all speculative, and the matter will doubtless not be decided until near the time for the opening, which will probably' be in the late summer or early fall. Concerning the taking of claims the law says any citizen of the United States or anyone who has filed a declaration to become a citizen, male or female, and who is at the head of a family, or who is 21 years of age, or a deserted wife or a widow, regardless of age, can file on a quarter section of land, provided they have not made previous entry under the United States law, or, having made such, have commuted their entry to cash payment, or are already the owners of 160 acres. Ex-soldiers or their widows or minor children, under these conditions, can enter by filing either in person or through an agent and have six months in which to commence settlement.

The Porto Rico Puzzle.

From the latest batch of rumors as to the United States Supreme court’s deliberations on the island tariff cases, It is a fair inference that the eminent justices are having troubles of their own. Some of them, it is said, have discovered that in view of all the conditions it will be found necessary to maintain the duties on imports from Porto Rico. At the same time, other justices have discovered that Porto Rican import duties against the United States cannot be maintained, such duties being equivalent to export duties on United States products, and therefore unconstitutional. Taking tho point of view of Washington and looking sou’east by sou’, Porto Rico is seen to be a foreign country; United States commodities destined for San Juan are seen to be exports, and United States law against export duties prevails, taking the point of view of Porto Rico and gazing nor’west by nor’, the government sees that it must respect its own laws regarding tariffs on imports. It is not surprising that the Supreme court should want to take time for this baffling task of figuring out how the American law regarding tariffs works when goods are going one way, but not in the case of goods going the other way. The required rapid changes of the point of observation from the American seat of government here to the American seat of government yonder in the island would keep any body of lesser jurists in a condition bordering on vertigo.—Chicago News.

France's yearly Expenses.

The budget of France for the year 1902 just submitted to the senators and deputies provides for the expenditure of 3,600,000,000 francs, or 1720,000,000, to which $20,000,000 is to be added for pensions to workingmen under a bill supported by the ministry. With this addition the budget for 1902 will exceed that for the current year by upward of 140,000,000 francs. Edward VII objects violently to being termed “a bald-headed old rue.” No wonder. He is not bald-headed. Ex

TRINITY’S OLD CHURCHYARD.

The Buryin< Piece at !«•,••• Veepl* ta New York. In Trinity churchyard every atom of earth is sacred. Within the familiar inc’.osure lie entombed the remains of 150,000 of the people of old New York. Three deep are the graves. The early records are gone, but tradition, history and ancient stones, still tell their stories of men and deeds—-of sacriaeM, sorrows, labors, and achievements. There, under the shadow of God’s temple, mother earth has opened her bosom with strict impartiality to English governors and signers of the declaration, to royalist soldiers and Liberty Boys, to the English garrison and to" the starved martyrs of the revolution. Judges and generals, ministers, and merchants, mariners and artisans, the rich and renowned, the poor and the humble, all Me here, their bones dissolved, their dust mingled, forming together one great memorial and one concentrated history of the origin and growth of the American metropolis. The colonial governors, Sir Henry Moore and Sir Danvers Osborne, were buried also the wives of Govs. Clarite and Cornbury. Each of these representatives of foreign government resided in the fort, south of Bowling Green. Here are also the royalist judges, James Delancey, who presided at the trial of Peter Zenger, and Daniel Horsmanden, who, though devoted to the maintaining of the prerogatives of the crown, withstood Gov. Colden’s arbitrary acts, and David Jamieson, attorney general of the province and recorder of the city of New York; Robert R. Livingston and Leonard Llspenard, members of the stamp act congress, and John Cruger, delegate to that congress, and the first native-born mayor of New York. Judges, delegates, and mayors all performed their work in the city hall on the site of the treasury building. here He Gen. John Lamb and Gen. John M. Scott and Gen. Marinus Willett, boldest of Liberty Boys, whose voices were heard with Hamilton’s in the great meetings of the people on the commons, then called the Field of Freedom, now the city hall park; also John Holt, the patriot printer of the Gazette and Post Boy.

RULES FOR THE BATH.

Suggestions to Those Who Are SnSoring from Poor Circulation. An invigorating tonic bath is prepared by soaking several slices of lemon or limes in the bath water for an hour, then adding a handful of bran. Bath bags of oatmeal and orris, or of shaved soap and almond flour, are also pleasant additions to the bath. The bath is one of the best agencies in preventing old age, so far as appearance goes. The people who bathe themselves properly are few in number. The great unwashed are not found among the poverty-stricken, but in every class in life. The person who talks about his “plunge” that he takes daily, is not the person who has a proper bath any more than is he who takes a “sponge.” The cold plunge and the cold sponge are tonics, and good for those with whom they agree. For the morning sponge warm salt water is delightful and very invigorating. The water is easily and cheaply prepared by dissolving a cupful of rock salt in a pint of warm water, then adding it to the bath water. After the sponge rub briskly with a Turkish towel. Roughness of the skin and chapping in winter are often caused by the skin being Imperfectly dried. For persons suffering from poor circulation bran baths are recommended, and as they require only a tub of warm water, a peck of bran, and a rough towel or so, surely they are within the reach of everyone. The bran costs only a few cents, and should be emptied into the warm water. The surface of the body must be well rubbed with the mixture, and after the bath one will be found to be not only beautifully cleansed, but warmed and Invigorated. Oatmeal may be used instead of the bran, but of course is more expensive, although with some skins, especially delicate ones, it agrees much better. It must not be forgotten, however, that the cold plunge or the morning sponge is not enough to keep the skin in good condition. They bring the blood to the surface, but do not keep the outer layer of the skin, sweat-glands and the oil follicles healthy.—Philadelphia Telegraph.

Raising Violets.

Many worn-out farms in Virginia have of late been utilized for the growing of violets. The industry is spreading rapidly, and some of the most successful growers are women. They employ small negro boys to carry on the work, which is not laborious. This greater part of the yield is taken by Philadelphia dealers. The great violet growing center, however, according to Dr. B. T. Galloway of the Department of Agriculture, is Poughkeepsie, New York. All violets from this disfind a ready market in New York city, the flowers generally bringing the raisers not less than a cent each. The average yield of a single plant is fifty flowers a year, and with good care a hundred may be obtained. In the Virginia violet farms, after the young off-shoots have been transplanted into open frames, rolling wooden screens are used on the top of the frames to regulate the amount of sunshine which shall be admitted to the plants.—Youth’s Companions.

Russia’s Proposed New Transport.

The Russian government is about to construct a new transport, intended to serve at the same time as a training ship for stokers and engineers. The proposed vessel Is to be able to stow 4,000 tons of coal, and to be of 12.000 tons displacement Her boilers will be of four types: Schultz, Belleville, Nlclausse and Yarrow, and she will have two triple expansion engines. Her e»> ttmated speed is 18 knots.

RAYMOND AND THS COLORBEARER

Raymond had just been over to the hall with his basket ot flowers, mostly, from the woods and fields. Decoration day always found him on hand; and although his contribution was simple, he was glad to be able to do even a little toward furnishing material for this touching memorial service. Raymond was the grandson of a veteran of the civil war, and this year ho wanted to do something more than usual, to let the old friends of the grandfather whom he had never known understand his loyalty, both to his grandfather’s memory and ths country that he had died for. Suddenly he remembered an old tattered flag that stood in a corner in the attic, and beside it a musket, rusty and time-stained. Then ho looked at Rover. “Can you do it, Rover?" Raymond’s eyes asked the question. The soft brown eyes of the dog answered, “Try me.” “All right, Rover, I will.” Rover’s tall ceased its Impatient tattoo upon the floor, and with a yelp ot delight he followed his master up the attic stairs. Half an hour later the boy and the dog sat side by side upon the door-step. The boy held a flat piece of wood in one hand, and hia jack-knife in the other. Occasionally he lifted a faded flag, and slipped the end of the worn stick through a hole which he was whittling in the new piece of wood. At last he sprang to his feet, saying, "All ready now, Rover! Do you think you can hold that in your mouth?” Rovers’ eyes said, “Of course I can!" as his tail gave three excited thumps. Good, faithful Rover! Raymond knew that he could be depended upon to be his color-bearer. Now

"WITH BARE HEADS AND SOLEMN LITTLE BROWN FACES.”

for his own part in the program. The sound of approaching footsteps and -ae beat of a drum floated up to the spot where the boy and the dog were making ready to honor their country’s fallen heroes. From a window of the cottage a palp of tear-dimmed eyes watched ths strange preparations. Raymond hastily donned an old soldier cap, and shouldered the rusty gun. xxe hoped that he looked lute a soldier. Rover’s admiring eyes assured him that he did. “Now, Royer,’’ said Raymond, patting the dog’s head, “I’m going to let you hold the flag.’’ Rover never was happier than when he could carry a bundle; but this was such an unexpected privilege that for a second or two tne flagstaff veered like a weather-vane with each delighted thump of his stub of a tail. Then, seeing his master’s motionless attitude. Rover took pattern; and as the little company of veterans drew near, the color-bearer and his master attracted instant attention. Every man in Company C loved Raymand; loved him for his own sake, for he was'a bright and lovable boy, and also for the sake of the brave comrade who had marched with them through many a weary campaign, and at last had given his life for his country. There was a quick order from front, and instantly every man lifted his hat, and the band struck up the "Star-Spangled Banner;” and Raymond, with his faithful dog beside him, and his grandfather's tattered flag waving in the breeze, was the hero of the day.—Helen M. Richardson. Thousands of \JnKjioU>n Dead. One of the largest national cemeteries in this country is located at Salisbury, N. C. There are 11,000 ueknowa dead in the cemetery, which is kept in splendid repair by the government The society handshake isn't exactly what you’d call pretty bow'd yen dor