The Syracuse Journal, Volume 1, Number 13, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 July 1908 — Page 6

Hi»h Tide at Gettysburg. £ cloud possessed tihe hollow field, Hie gathering battle’s smoky shields ’ ‘Athwart the globin the lightning flashed, And through the cloud some horsepien dashed, And from f the heights the thunder pealed. Then, at the brief command of Lee, .Moved out that matchless infantry ; With Pickett leading grandly down To rush against the roaring crown 4 Df those dread heights of destiny. Far heard above the angry guns, A cry across the tumult runs, The voice that rang through Shiloh’s woods And Chickamauga’s solitudes, The fierce 1 South cheering on her sons. Ah, how the withering tempest blew i Against the front of Pettigrew 1 A khamsin wind that scorched and singed, Like the infernal flame that fringed The British squares at Waterloo! “Once more in glory’s van with me!** Virginia cries to Tennessee, “We two together, come what may, Shall stand upon those works to-day.*" (The reddest day in history.) But who shall, break the guards that wait Before the awful face of Fate? The tattered standards of the South Were shriveled at the cannon’s mouth, And all her hopes were desolate. In vain the Tennesseean set His breast against the bayonet; In vain Virginia charged and raged, A tigress in her wrath uncaged, Till all the hill was red and wet. Above the bayonets mixed and crossed, Men saw a gray, gigantic ghost Seceding through the. battle-cloud, And heard across the tempest cloud The death-cry of a nation lost 1 The brave went down! Without disgrace They leaped to Ruin’s red embrace!. They only heard Fame’s thunder wake, And saw the dazzling sun-burst break In smiles on Glory’s bloody face 1 They fell, who lifted up a hand And bade the sun in heaven to stand! They smote and fell, who set the bars Against the progress of the stars, And stayed the march of motherland. They stood, who saw the future come On through.the sight’s delirium! They smote and stood, who held the hope Os nitions on that slippery slope Amid the cfieers of Christendom! God lives! He forged the iron will That clutched and held that trembling hi)L ’ God lives and reigns! He built and lent Those heights for freedom’s betterment, Where floats her flag in triumph still! Fold up tihe banners! Smelt the guns! Love rules.; her gentler purpose runs. A mighty mother turns in tears The pages of her battle years, Lamenting all her fallen sons I —‘Will 11. Thompson. Treason Plot Exposer Dies. ’ Felix Grundy Stidger, exposer of the ’’Golden Circle,” who dropped dead May 11 at his home Id Chicago, was burled tn Oakwoods cemetery in that city, the services being in charge of Custer Post, G. A. R- The Chicago Tribune says of him: Scarcely known by his neighbors, and having only a small acquaintance with the Civil War veterans of Chicago, his death attracted little attention. . If he had passed away forty-five years ago Gen. Grant might have taken two more summers to have got to Richmond. Stidger's life seems to contain that “one good story” which is said to exist in every man’s history. Stidger was a secret service man during the last two years of the war. He w orked his way into that notorious secret order of Southerners in the Northern States known as the “Knights of the Golden Circle,” and became one of Its chief officers. When the South was about ready to five up the conflict after the battles of Gettysburg and Vicksburg its spirit was rejuvenated by the knowledge that this order had plans all set for the delivery of the 40,000 Confederate prisoners In Camp Douglas in Chicago and other northern cities. Plans also had been made for delivering over to the Confederacy the States of Illinois, Missouri, Indiana, and Ohio. So stfong were the forces of' the “Golden Circle” and so secret were the movements and schemes of the Oncers of that body, that the govarnment was at a loss how to stop it. Stidger, who had wormed his way Into the order and had climbed to the position of grand secretary by his efficiency, single-handed stopped the delivery, turned over the chief officers to the government, and frustrated one of the most ingenious schemes of the war. The chiefs of the order met in Chicago and decided upon a date and program for the huge delivery. Stidger • learned all the plans and related them in a beck he wrote on the subject, as follows; , “The members of the order in Illinois

were to concentrate at Chicago and Rock Island and release the rebel prisoners In Camp Douglas In Chicago and those at Rock Island. They were then to seize the arsenals at those places and at Springfield, and thoroughly arm and equip the released prisoners. The three divisions In Illinois were to seize the railroads that would convey them to the most available points in Missouri, where they would form with the forces-of the ‘Order of the Sons of Liberty' in Missouri and the combined forces of the order from Illinois and Missouri, and together, with the released prisoners from the Illinois military prisons were to co-operate with a Confederate force of 20,000 men that Davis was to send into Missouri under command of the Confederate general, Sterling Price.” After the war Stidger’s life was threatened many times, and once hs was followed for two years by a hired desperado who sought his life. He moved to Louisville In the late ’6os, but he found he could not live in the South with safety and was forced to move north. Johnny Hein Reunited. A very pathetic Incident that occurred during the recent reunion of Confederate veterans held in this city was related yesterday afternoon by a prominent State official. One night at a late hour the manager of one of the leading hotels In this city walked into the rotunda of his hostelry and observed an old Confederate, who appeared to be sleeping in a chair. He noticed that he was assigned to that hotel by a certain badge he wore, and being himself an exJohnny Reb, he decided to render the veteran a service by waking him and taking him to his room. As he touched the veteran he observed that he had spent some time In worship at the shrine of Bacchus, and at |hat time was just recovering vigorous mentality. While this scene was being enacted another veteran, who happened to be passing, stopped close by, as, did the gentleman Aho told the story. “Hello, Johnny Reb! Have you secured a room?” asked the hotel manager. “Yes,” replied the awakened man, with apparent surprise. “What is tour,, name?” “My name is Joe —” •- “What regiment were you with?” “I was with —— Regiment and fought with the Army of Virginia.” At this juncture the veteran who was standing by approached the two and asked the man: “What did you say your name is?” “My name is Joe ——again replied the man. “Where did you enter the army from?” _‘T enlisted at ——, In 4-—replied the now astonished man. ; As he replied to tjie last question the other man.fell into his arms, weeping, and said: “Joe, don’t yon know me?” '' ' ■ I■ ■ The veteran pushed him off, presuming that he. too, was in a turbulent state of mind, caused fay imbibing drinks other than water. 1 The man would not be pushed off, and, in. his sobs, said: j “Joe, don’t you know me? This is Jdhn." “You are not John, for he was killed at Mantissas,” said the now thoroughly awakened and much astonished man. “Joe, lam your brother John. I was not killed at the battle of Manassas, and ever since the war I have looked all over the United States for you.” “Convinced at last, the long-lost brothers, locked in each j other’s embrace, stood and wept like children They went to a room in the hotel and doubtless talked ail night, j. All next day they were seen walking arm In arm, with glowing faces, and relating to‘everyone the story of their coming to gether after such a long separation.-;-' NaShvllle Banner. It Was the Men. A new anecdote concerning General George H. Thomas, the hero of Chlcamauga, was related the other evening by Rev. Russell H. Convyell. He told it to illustrate how the! valor of obscure soldiers goes to swell the fame of great generals. “I sat next to General Thomas in a. Tennessee train shortly after the battle on Lookout Mountain,” declared Dr. Connell, “when a crowd of soldiers on the platform began cheering for ’the hero df Lookout Mountain.’ /Stop that confounded noise!’ indignantly demanded Thomas of his adjutant ‘I don’t know whether these men are in earnest and making a mistake, or whether they are guying me. The fact is, if I had had my way the battle would not have been fought.’ “ ’When I heard of the proposed attack it seemed to me exceedingly foolhardy, and I ordered the plan abandoned ; but, in spite of me while I was protesting, the men had stormed and captured those battlements above the clouds!' And yet,” concluded the narrator, “I saw In a school book only the other day that General Thomas had' won the battle of Lookout Mountain!” As They Come and Go. Whfen in Chattanooga I visited' my own grave at the National cemetery,” said Elder John Morgan of Salt Lake, as he leaned against the counter of the Grand. “It is a mere Identity of name, the corpse buried there having been supposed to be my remains. At the battle of Mission Ridge I loaned a brother soldier my can, and this man was killed. The can served to identify him and he was buried sis John Morgan, although the muster rolls showed that I was still alive. It always gives me a peculiar sensation to look at that grave and read my name on the tombstone.”

WILLIAM J. BRYAN’S FAMILY AND HOME. ' ffiHpEbr' IL- v>. -r-' bjww Ini VM- • ■ r : tEv .. . iw' V 4. IA SX _A •< M Is The Wife, Children and Farm Residence of the Democratic Candidate for President.

With the one exception of Theodore Roosevelt, there is no man in the Uqited States whose face ajad personality are familiar to more people than are those of William J. Bryan. The marvelous whirlwind campaigns which . fie conducted after receiving on two occasions the, Democratic nomination for the presidency, together with his many lecturing tours and his writings, have made him known throughout the length and breadth of the republic. A poor man and but little known outside his own! State, he sprang twelve years ago into the limelight of publicity when he made his famous free silver speech in the Democratic national convention —a speech which rhade him the presidential nominee of his. party. Since that time, he has proved himself a marvel of tirelessness, on stump and lecture platforih. He . has visited

LOVE’S THREADS OF GOLD. In the night she told a stoty, In the night and all night through, While the moon was in her glory, And the branches dropped with dew. ’Twas my life she told, and round it Rose the years as from a deep; In the world’s great heart she found it, Cradled like ft child asleep. In the night I'saw her weaving By the misty moonbeam cold. All the weft her shuttle cleaving With a sacred thread of gold. ‘ Ah! she wept me tears of sorrow, Lulling tears so mystic sweet; Then she wove my last to-morrow, And her web lay at my feet. Os my life she made the story; I must weep—so soon ’twas told! But- your name did lend it glory, And your love its thread of gold! —Jean Ingelow.

| His Social Experiment |

“Well, that spoils the evening for me,” observed Strong, gloomily fingering a note which said that the grip would prevent a . certain young lady from attending the opera that night. “Sorry Gladys is sick-Mio, confound if if I am! These eleventh hour excuses are getting too frequent. I won’t stand for it. I wonder if Elizabeth Miller will go,” he mused, continuing his dressing. “No, I’ll stay at home tonight. What right has a girl to make a fellow miserable, anyhow? I—come in.” “And here’s your mendin’, Mr. Howard,” said the young woman who entered. She addressed him according to a custom in his family before the death of his parents had given him into an apartment house, where he had found a position for the faithful servant “Thank you, Mary,” said Strong, without pausing In his wrestling bout with a collar button.. “Mary, I have a couple of extra tickets for the theater to-night. Can’t you get Pat to take you?” • “It’s always Pat you’re teazin’ me about Mr. Howard, and there ain’t a Pat —not for me. I.ain’t pretty enough, and them I’m 35. Sure, it’s many a year since I’ve seen a theater. All pur money goes to the doctor. Fd have to go alone.” “No, Mary; you must not be neglected in that fashion,” he said, turning abruptly from the mirror. “Let me be Pat to-night” “Oh, Mr. Howard, I couldn’t—it wouldn’t—no, sir. Oh, Mr. Howard, it’s jokin’ you are, after all,” she exclaimed, as a smile spread over his face. “No, Mary, I never was mere serious in my life. I am going to give you, Mary McGinnis, the best time of your life. Put on your best bonnet and be ready by a quarter to 8. You live at— V “On Third avenue, 2736, back, three flights up. But, Mr. Howard —-” “No excuses, Mary. Now good-bye, or we’ll both be late.” Throughout dinner at the club that Strong’t £m» repeatedly relaxed 1 '

almost every nook and corner of the United States; he has made an extended tour of the world; he has conducted a newspaper, run a farm, lectured and written. And all the time he has retained his hold upon the admiration and confidence of hundreds of thousands of persons. For these reasons, aside frojn any interest felt in themselves; personally, the members of his family are of more than ordinary interest to the public. In the above engraving we present in the upper row Mrs. Bryan, who was Miss Mary Elizabeth Baird until she married the coming statesman at Perry, 111., In 1884, J. Bryan, Jr., and Miss Grace Bryan. In the lower row are shown Mr. Bryan’s elder daughter, Mrs. W. H. Leavitt, wife of a Paris artist of some merit, and the handsome farm residence of the Bryans, near Lincoln. Neb.

at the oddity of the experiment. Its unconventionality did not worry him. for the wealth and social position of the Strongs put him beyond the sting of criticism. “Opera to-night. Strong?” drawled young Castlewood, whom he particularly disliked, dropping into a vacant seat. “No; had planned to surprise Gladys Hastings with that ngw play—Manton’s—for a change, but she’s sick. However ” “Well, you needn’t waste any time asking. Elizabeth Miller,” laughed Castlewood, “for I’m going to take her myself.” “Oh, don’t worry,” replied Strong, nettled. “No offense, old man; knew you were Inclined in that direction, though between two fires at present But, by the way,” he added, aiming a parting thrust, .“I bear that Count de Migny arrived here to-day, en route for San Francisco. Guess you’ve heard Gladys speak of him. Keep your eye on him. He’s a clever chap.” “Smooth might better describe bim. I know absolutely that he’s bogus,” replied Strong. “Oh, have your way,” drawled Castlewood, departing. Strong was between two fires, and knowing if, resented all the more these insinuations.' Which disturbed him more, the thought of Castlewood’srecentmarked attention dll® •j K ft “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO THE OPERA.” to Elizabeth or the arrival of the count? He could not determine. At first Mary was ill at ease that night with Strong, the luxurious carriage, his evening dress and polished manners being strange to her, but his geniality soon put her at ease. On the way he stopped at a’ florist’s. , “These violets are for you, Mary. and the roses for another nice young lady who is ill.” he explained. “Thanks, Mr. Howard, and it’s dm lady with the beautiful eyes thatws sick? Oh, I am so sorry,” she exclaimed. “Yes, she has beautiful eyes, Mary, but where did you see her?” “At the tea you gave In your apartments last year. She thinks everything of you* Mr. Howard. I could see that plain, and If she grows up to be as fine looking as her mother, why, you’ll —you’ll——*

; “But her mother was riot .there,” he said, coming to her rescue. “Oh, yes, she kept saying Elizabeth ' this and Elizabeth that. She ——” “But I am not talking about Elizabeth. These flowers are for Miss Hastings, the girj with the heavy auburn : hair,” replied Strong amused. “Oh, I remember her,” she said disappointedly. “I am so sorry. I thought it was—l meant—oh. I don’t know what I mean. I’m an old goose, Mr. Howard,” she Anally exclaimed, much distressed. They were now at the Hastings’ where Strong has ordered the coachman to stop. /’How is Miss Hastings?” Strong inquired at the door. . “Why—why—-.oh, she : s better,” replied the well-drilled man, recovering himself. Strong left the flowers and returned to the carriage with strange misgivings. Strong did not heed the many wondering glances his friends east In his direction that night, for he was doing his best -to make it a red-letter occasion for Mary. Moreover, he was having a heart-to-heart talk with himself, in which two young women prominently figured. What Mary said and what Mary did in a situation new to her is . another story, but when .it was over she sighed as if waking from a beautiful dream. “Hello; Strong, got here after all, I see,” came to his ears as they were entering the foyer. Turning, he saw Castlewood and Elizabeth Miller. “How are you, Elizabeth?” he .inquired. “Miss Miller, let me present Miss McGinnis; and Mr. Castlewood— Miss McGinnis.” Castlewood, gazing in wonder, forgot to bow, but Elizabeth greeted Mary cordially. It was a friend of Strong’s. That was sufficient for her. Soon, they passed on. “Oh, Mr. Howard! That’s the giri with the beautiful eyes,” exclaimed Mary. “Ain’t she handsome, though! And you don’t care—you— — i“I have not said I did not care, Mary,” he said simply, but earnestly. “An, oh, Mr. Howard, there is the girl with the auburn hair, too!” she interrupted. “Why, I thought, she was the sick one.” “Gladys Hastings,” involuntarily came to his lips, as he followed Mary’s gaze. In a moment, he was opposite her and • their eyes’ met. “Oh, Howard—I —I thought we—l thought you were going to the opera,” she exclaimed in confusion. “You se.e, the count came and I was so mlich better I ‘ couldn’t’ disappoint him, as he is here in New York for only one evening. But pardon me—let me present Mr. Strong—Count de Migny.” And then her eyes wandered haughtily to Mary. “And let me introduce the Duchess of Kilkenny—Miss Hastings and Count de Mingy,” said Strong though smiling inwardly. The fount’s French manners brought forth a low bow, while Gladys scarcely nodded. “And wasn’t that the girl?” asked the mystified Mary when they were in the carriage. ‘‘Yes,” Strong replied, but he was silent for a long tiffie. “She was so uppish to me,” Mary finally ventured, y*whlle Miss Miller treated me as If. I was a real lady.” “And you are, Mary; a thousand

times the lady that some ona thinks she is,” he said seriously. “But why did you call me duchess?” “That was a little joke on the bogus count,” he replied, his face relaxing. “That will make both of them think a bit. But here we are at your home. And you say your father is too ill to work, and you support the family? Well, you are a noble girl, and I don’t half appreciate the way you look after me and my apartments,” he said, as he assisted her from the carriage and slipped a SSO bill into her hand. “Thanks, Mr. Upward,” she said gratefully, thinking it was her monthly tip of $5. will help father a lot. Mr. Howard, you’ve given me the best time I ever had. I T ” “Tut, tut, Mary, It’s been a selfish pleasure with me. I fear. I took you as an experiment and u lucky one It’s proven, You have helped me open my eyes to the trug woman—the woman of my heart, I can never forget that Good night.” THE ART OF GARGLING. Not the Same Thins; as the ’ Procesa Usually Followed. The proper method of gargling Is thus described by a writer in the Mtxlical Record: “The patient (at first under the guidance of a physician). should sit well back in a chair, take a swallow of water In the mouth and bend the head as far back as possible. “Now he must protrude the tongue from the mouth (the tip of the tongue may I*be 1 *be grasped with a handkerchief), and In this posture with protruding tongue he must try to swallow the water. The physician should control the patient's vain efforts, for It is impossible to swallow under such circumstances. “The patient has the sensation as if he actually had swallowed the water. Now he must start to gargle, to exhale air slowly. One can see plainly the bubbling of the fluid In the wide open pharynx. , “After, gargling thus for a while the patient ’ is ordered to close the mouth and quickly throw head and body forward. Thereby all the fluid is forced through the choanoe and nostrils, washing the throat and nose from behind and expelling all the accumulations that had been present with great force. “This should be repeated several times, as the first trial is not always successful and satisfactory. It is an act that must be learned. “When properly executed the sensation, as the patient will assure you, Is that of great relief not had by any other method. It will bg: wise for the practltiqifer to try the method first on himself. Even small children who are at all clever learn the method readily and rather enjoy GGAHTK OFFICE BUIIDBKiS; Sim CONSTRUOTONS CUMAX. With the announcement from New York that the Equitable Life Assurance Society intends to erect the tallest building in the world arises the question how far architects and builders will go before reaching the limit of their efforts to .pierce the clouds. A few years ago the Masonic Temple In Chicago and the World building in New York were looked upon as miracles. They are commonplace' to-day. The projected Equitable Life building is to be sixty-two stories high and its top will be 909 feet above the sidewalk. 'Bie flagstaff crowning this stupendous structure will be 150 feet above the roof, making the height to the tip of the pole 1,059 feet, or about onefifth of a mile. The Eiffel tower in Paris is seventy-five being 984 feet above the ground. Following are the tallest buildings and other structures in the world: Stories. Feet. Eiffel Tower ............. .. 954 Equitable building (pro- - posed) 62 909 Metropolitan building 50 693 Singer building 41 612 Washiihgton M<«yinient .... .. 555 Pyramid of Cheops .. 451 Se. Peter’s, Rome....' .. *448 St. Paul's. London... .. *364 *Top of cross. An Uncanny Plant, On the shores of Lake Nicaragua is to be found an uncanny, product of the vegetable kingdom known among the natives by the expressive name of “the devil's noose.” Dunstan, the naturalist, discovered It while wandering on the shores of the lake. Attracted by cries of pain and terror from ’his dog he found the animal held by black, sticky bands, which had chafed the dkin to the bleeding point. These bahds were branches of a newly discovered carnivorous plant, which has been aptly named the “land octopus.” The branches are flexible, black, polished, Vrithout leaves, and secrete a viscid fluid. Fun in Space. I dreamed last night that I was present at a committee meeting of the sun, earth, moon and stars. * coward,” said the earth. “No,’>but you have two great fears,” said the sun hotly. S“And those are?” “The hemispheres.” “You’ve forgotten the atmosphere,” put In the moon. And the comet, who had no business to be there, wagged his tall with joy. Confidence. Jackson —Heaven bless him! He showed confidence In me when the clouds were dark and threatening. Wilson—ln what way? Jackson—He lent me an umbrella.—London Telegraph,

Tmß IS IT. w ■ls ' A 2J THE BLUEBEARD STORY. It Has a Mythical Rather than a Mythological Origin. The fascinating story of Bluebeard - has a mythical rather than a mythological origin. -No one i < found his prototype hi the .Vedas or ih the old Greek or Roman authors. The story is supposed to be of French oyigin. and It has even been suggested that Bluebeard was no other tliajn thfe much married Henry VIII. There ?.s, however, better reason for l> ievitig that the original was Giles de Lavaß lord of Rlaz. who was marshal of France | early in the fifteenth century. lie wafc 1 a brave soldier whose exploits In the | wars between England and France are recorded In history. According to Mizeray he murdered his wives as soon as he tired of them, and was himself eventually strangled in 1440. The story of Laval has, however; not many points of resemblance, for theire 1 is no mention of a key. and Giles de Laval, moreover, used to entice persons of both sexes to his castle for the sake of their blyod, which he wanted for certain incantations he indulged- in. Nor, indeed, does the story fit in with our own Henry VIII., and we are left to believe that, whatever the origin, the key and Sister Ann were added for the sake of effect. A variant of the story of Giles de Laval Is told by Holinshed, In whose version the name is Giles de , Retz, Marquis de Laval, who lived Brittany, and was strangled and burned for the murder of his seven wives. Dr. C. Taylor, It may be added, regarded the story simply‘as fiction, a satire on or type of the castle lords of the days of knight errantry—London Globe. Left-Handedness. The way one is carried in babyhood determines one’s left or right-handed-ness, As a rule the mother- or nurse carries the babe on hey right arm. Thus the babe’s left arm is pressed against her side, and in dills constraint does nothing. The right arm, on the contrary, Is quite free to develop skill and strength. Contrariwise, the baby carried cm the left arm soon become? left-handed Ineradicably. An Austin woman had three children, a fid thpy were all left-handed. On the birth of her fourth child the woman asked her doctor, a new one, if this babe could rot he prevented from growing up left-t.anded like all his . brothers and sisters. V “Which arm did you carry the othei tables on?” said the doctor. . “The left,” the mother answered. “Curry this baby on your right arm," he advisedShe did so, and the fourth child grew up right-handed.—-Chicago Intel Ocean. Tho Circumstances. 6 . “That rich heiress let me hold hei hand Igst night.” “Don’t tell me such yarns!” “Faot! At the bridge table, whil« she answered a phone call.”—PhiladeL phia Inquirer. — ThouKht. How often fate the right assumes To crush whftt seems the strongest! The loudest presidential booms Don’t ahvays last the longest. —Washington Star. Yes, Indeed. “Yes, he is worth a million, and ha made every penny of it honestly.” “How old-fashioned!” —Houston Post The men who can give satisfactory explanations of their failures are- the ones who become loafers. You may have noticed that hard cash is hard to acquire.