The Syracuse Journal, Volume 6, Number 29, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 November 1913 — Page 3

I JkvsV \- • • i ; lit ik ’ E%p yjßgpwg ®3 bHk* il 111 i£fi •■■■Lr Io 1 J^^gggpjr; / | / > | - | JMm^lWoiw&^* L '7yrjMrw >• ' "X ' ' : N. jMF|^ z ..« '* J|flK I x ;y> " ’ Jjth ■ I > ; v EhHBHMI t - JOK i 'O. , -. Jni X* . V\'i:'; ■XX " . ;X-" ,( “Will—Will You Marry Me?” He Blurted. ANofclby ftyson Terhune, founded on WlliamG.deMile's Play fluslrated with Pfiotorfion tne/dqy ™

« CHAPTER I. Five Years Before. T*he Woman looked up from her task •of fitting the trpnk tray into exact position Standish noted vaguely that the effort of packing had not made her red or frowsy. Even as she sat there on the floor beside the nearly-full trunk, with a litter of garments about her, her pose was not ungraceful. Yet her face was oddly tense, and her clenched hands spoke of self-control hard to maintain. “No,” she said patiently, as though trying to teach a lesson to some rather stupid child, “that isn’t what I mean, at all. I mean, it’s—over. Can’t ydu understand ?”' “Why, yes,” answered Standish, ~of course I understand. Why shouldn’t I? It’s over. You will be safe at ydur aunt’s house by six o’clock this evening, and you will start for Euro<>* tomorrow, just as you arranged. And cur wonder-week is ended. And for the next three months I’ll be counting every—" “Oh!” interrupted the Woman, her hard-worn patience going tof places. "Won’t you understand? I said i> was ever. Over! Not for three m<»uths er for any other time. But for always. Why do you make me put it this ■way? I tried to say it more—” “You don’t mean"—he began thickly. his throat sanded and sore. The Woman nodded. “But,” he protested lamely, “It—it can’t be. Why, girl, you love me!" “I thought I did. Oh, I was so sure I did! But little by little, for days, I’ve begun to understand. Don’t look at me like that! Do you suppose 1 enjoy talking so? It has to be said. And you’re not making it a bit easy for me." “Forgive me,” he answered, a bitter note creeping Into his heavy voice. "You are wrecking me. You are smashing all I hold dear. You are making my future as barren as a rainy sea. Forgive me for not making the process a bit easy for you." “You have no right to say such things!” she flared. “It is cowardly. It is ungenerous.” “Why? Because you are a woman? A woman may flay a'man. She may break his life to pieces for her own amusement. If he dares to protest, he is cowardly and ungenerous. Because she is a woman. A man’s hands are tied behind him by that asinine old tradition. How about the woman who

FINE LIVING ON SHIPBOARD ♦low the Menu Has Been Improved Since Charles Dickens Crossed the Ocean. When Dickens came over to America 71 years ago, there was one large table In the dining room for passengers. The first officer sat at the head, carving the turkey with all the grace he could command between lurches of the good ship, trusting to Providence that the gravy would not slop over. The passengers sent their plates along the line and waited for their helpings. Today the dining room of a large ship looks like the dining room of a fine hotel, Harold Chester writes in Leelle's. It is just as exquisitely appointed and has every good thing to eat that can be fo.und on land. In fact, one of the new ships has a restaurant named after a famous one in New York, and ' the two keep in touch by wireless so ‘that the menus, day by dis are the . pamt- Think of having your dinner arranged by wireless —your macaroni i by Marconi! Th 'lining room is divided up into <

pommels a man when she knows his hands are so tied? Isn’t she as ‘cowardly’ and ‘ungenerous’ as I would be if I thrashed a cripple? And yet women clamor for their ‘rights!’— Rights! With one-tenth of the ‘rights’ that silly chivalry showers upon women, I could conquer the whole world!" “But you could not conquer one woman. If I begged you to avoid a scene it was as much for your own sake as for mine. Since you will have one, let’s get it over with as quickly as we can. Here is the situation in a handful of words: I met you. You weren’t like any other man I’d ever known. You didn’t fall down and worship me at sight—or pretend to, which comes to the same thing. It didn’t seem to interest you that I had money and that other men made fools of themselves over me. And then your Quixotic ideas about politics and government and all that sort of thing, appealed to me. These and other reasons of the same kind made me think I was In love with you.” “You didn’t think. You were! And—” "Perhaps. Perhaps hot Does it matter —now? Isn’t that also an effort to save the anchor after the wreck? But never mind. I thought I loved you. With your impractical high-souled ideas about political reform and the people’s wrongs you seemed to me a modern Galahad; instead of just a —Don Quixote.” “Ah!” “I’m sorry it makes you wince. But it’s the truth. And the truth Is generally painful. When you wanted to marry me, I felt as though a demigod had stooped to earth. That isn’t the way to feel when one marries. I didn’t know it then. I do, now. And perhaps the knowledge that I would not be allowed to marry you just yet, or even acknowledge our engagement, helped strengthen the infatuation. Then when I found I must go to Europe so soon, and you begged me to give you just this one ‘perfect week,’ it all seemed so natural —so right—so beautiful —’’ “I was wrong!” he cried. "I was Insane. I had no right to suggest it I had no right to let you consent” But, womanlike, she would not let him blame himself. “It was not your fault,” she cried. “Or if there were fault at all it was mine as much as yours. I say you ‘begged’ me to come here. You did not At your first hint I was as eager

a number of small tables, so that you can have your own party, with only half a dozen of you, with your own waiter, instead of sitting at a long table and passing your plate as Dickens did. - « | The development of the wonders of cold storage has done more than any other one thing to make life on the ocean wave one long round of joy. Cold storage gives you the best in the world to eat, and every day of the year. A world traveler was telling me the other day that he had eaten grapefruit every morning all around the world. The ship on which he sailed put in a large amount of ice cream made in New York, and 110 days later, when he arived in San Francisco, he was still eating New York ice cream. Different Viewpoints. Lieutenant Governor O’Hara said the other day in hlcago, apropos of an employer who paid young women employes five dollars a week and less: "It’s all very well for this man bo say that starvation wages never lead to vice. He has his viewpoint, his underpaid girls have theirs. And the dis-

as you. Perhaps,” she added with a return of her forced hardness, “it was not quite the way one would expect a Galahad or a Quixote to spend a week. But the blame is as much mine as yours. So don’t let’s talk of that. Can’t we both forget it?” “Forget it? Why, girl, it’a my whole life.” “It is an episode whose memory can be sweet or bitter as we choose to make it We were clever enough to leave no trace when we went away. I’m supposed to be on a visit and your worthy constituents were told that their congressional representative was going away to recuperate, somewhere in the mountains. You will return from your vacation much benefited—if a little vague as to its details. And I will go back to my aunt’s tonight, prepared to start happily on my European trip tomorrow morning. That is all.” “Oh, girl, I love you! You are mad —insane —to talk this way—to plan what you are planning. Can’t you see it? Won’t you give me a chance to get back your love? 1 had It once—l can get it again if you will give me the chance. I know I can make you happy.” A smile that savored of the rack twisted her set lips—and died before it reached her eyes. "No, dear,” she contradicted gently, “you can’t make me happy. I doubt if you can make any woman happy. A woman—one who didn’t know the unGalahad side of you as I do —might respect or even reverence you. But you couldn’t hold her love. No woman ever really loved a man because he was good; or because he fought against political evils or slew dragons. She might admire him for it But admiration and reverence are petty poor every-day fare. When your wife wanted you to say crazy adoring things to her, you would be thinking out a new insurgent plan by which you could block the machine in congress. When she hoped you’d buy her some candy or a few flowers on your way home from the Capitol, you’d be too busy framing your next speech to think of such trifles. Those same trifles and his wild extravagance of praise and the quick noticing of anything she puts on to please him, are the cords that lash a woman’s heart to a man’s. Not her pride in the way he is fighting his country’s political battles.” “Listen!” pleaded Standish. “I’ll give it all up: my seat in congress, my fight for the people, my political hopes —everything! I’ll give it al! up—all—if you will marry me and give me a chance to make you love me again.” “It’s no use,” she returned. “For the moment you almost carried me oft my feet. I can understand now why your speeches that read so stupidly, can sway people. But it’s only an Impulse. Inside of an hour you would question it Inside of a day you would regret it —” “No! No!” “And inside of a week you would be secretly reading every scrap of congressional news and cursing your lot at being out of the fight It would be like all sacrifices. In time one gets to hating the person one made them for. > eHKbnh SH Jif J J “I Don't Love You.” Oh, it would be misery for us both! It would be even worse than this week.” “Today there seems much I don’t understand,” he retorted. “But one thing is very clear to me: the course you’ve chosen is an impossible one for yon. You must marry me. If not for love, then because it is the right thing tojdo. I do not ask you to care

ference in these viewpoints is startling. It’s like the two birds. “The bird in the hand, tapping the bird in the bush on the shoulder, said seductively: “ ‘Look here, old chap; it’s universally conceded that my job is worth twice as much as yours, but I*ll change places with you without asking for a cent of compensation.* “And the bird in the bush, strange as it may seem, refused this flattering proposal very positively and hastened to fly away.” Cryptic “Personal.* Why were you so excited on Wattle day evening, and why did you walk in the dark, in line and 8 paces to the right on Westbrook front and—sorra a word? Maybe you will turn your face to the left instead of the right the next time you overtake me on the Putney path. Wondrous wooing, you think, creepy "coorting” I find! Don’t anxious, lassie, for through storm, rough sunshine, on land, on sea, in « t air, Drake's drum is still a-rolllng, ar we are in the right train, you seew— London Morning Post.

for me or even to live in the same house with me. But for your own sake you must —” “It is for my own sake that I must do nothing of the sort You get your ideas of life from books. Too many people do that. I am not going to let this one mistake ruin every bit of my future. I won’t let one moment of folly blot all my life. Men don’t Why should women? There is still much in the world for me. And for you, too, if you’ll look at it sanely. Oh, I know my kind of sanity shocks you. But it is sanity. You are held back by centuries of traditions. Your father began life as a millionaire’s son. Mine began it in an Irish orphange. Your grandfather was a supreme court judge. I don’t know who mine was. There must be something, after all, in this talk of heredity. For Instance, I don’t suppose there’s a girl in all your sisters’ set who would have consented to a ’honeymoon’ like ours, is there? Your sisters wouldn’t have done such a thing, would they?” “No!” he exclaimed dn involuntary disgust. 1 At his word and tone a faint red showed across the Woman’s face as if he had struck her lightly with his open hand. But at once she recovered herself. “Let's say goodby and part as friends,” she suggested. “No irremediable harm is done. Except for myself, you are the only person hurt You’ll have to stand that as part of the price of —” “You are mistaken," he broke in. “Others, besides myself, are affected.” “Who?” “I don’t know. But this Ido know: No one can live to himself or herself. No one can say: ‘My fault or folly hurts me alone.’ In this miserable old world of ours, we are all tangled up in one another's destinies. And when one tears loose the cord that binds him, the vibration of that wrench will soon or late reach and affect people whom he perhaps does not even know.” “The cor'd you speak of,” she mocked, “is that holy bond known as Conventionality, isn’t it? The bugbear that the weak and. the prim have raised to scare the strong and the courageous.” “No. The beaten path that ten billion failures and tragedies since the birth of Time have shown to be the only safe one. Conventionality’s path may seem to the near-sighted to be twisted foolishly, and unnecessarily long. But each of those twists represents the place where the Man in Front wisely stepped aside to avoid the pitfall into which the man ahead of him had tumbled. And the short cuts in the long tortuous road are white with the bones of failures.” “I’m going to walk over those same whitened bones in my short cut from one point of Conventionality’s twisted path to another. I’m going to walk back from a union that would mean misery to me—back to the pleasant home life and social life I love and don’t mean to lose. Don’t worry. No whitened bones will turn under me and bring me a fall. I can defy the bogy, Conventionality, and still live happy.” “Others have defied the bogy. You are not the first nor the millionth. To most of them it seemed as safe as it seems to you.” “Yes? I should like to meet them and compare notes." “You will not meet them,” he answered grimly, “but you will tread on their bones —in the short cut. Even as some future challenger of Conventionality shall one day tread on yours.” CHAPTER 11. The Girl and the Boy. The Hotel Keswick telephone girl was a character. Even the politicians who made the big Washington caravansary their headquarters recognized that. Some of them had sought to unbend from their labors at law-building and law-sapping long enough to try to improve their casual acquantance with her. But they had one and all aban-' doned the effort. Not that Miss Wanda Kelly was in the very least shy. No, she had a re- j sponsive word for everybody. Only,' sometimes that word had a queer way of searing Instead of flattering. “If Joan of Arc had been brought up in the alleys,” once observed ttr> Honorable Tim Neligan, “and If been nursed on iron tonic and learnt her alphabet from George Ade’s fables, she’d have been a dead ringer for Warnda Kelly.” To which tue more or less Hono-v able Jim Blake had made reply: “Maybe that hello girl was all Wanda when she started out But a Keswick switchboard course has made her all Kelly. I don’t know why no one reports her for being fresh. Except maybe, that he’d have to tell what he said to her to bring out the fresh come-back.” In any case, no one did report Wanda Kelly. There, in an alcove under the great garish stairway, she sat day after day manipulating her racks of switches. To her left were the telephone booths; to her right the corridor where all the political world passed her in review. Behind her—'•nd, when voices chanced to be raised in

WHEN RICHARD BACKED AWAY Turn In the Conversation Evidently Was Not to the Liking of the Enamored Swain. *Tve bought the ring, dear,” eichttaed Dick as his fingers moved toward his vest pocket "Well, Richard, before we become formally engaged will you answer me a few questions?” “Sure, sweetheart" "First you will always love me?" "You bet I will.” "And we will have a dear little bungalow r "Exactly." “One servant?" "Yes.” “You will let me buy gowns and hats whenever I need them?” “Sure.” “Nor will you quarrel about my spending money?" "Indeed no." “You won’t smoke in the house?" "Never.” “You will always kiss me when you leaver* ■

eagerness or dispute, in easy ear-shot —was a spot where far more history was made than in the Capitol itself. This historic place was a deep niche known to local fame as “the amen corner." It was oft the beaten track of the corridor, yet a vantage-point whence everything was visible. Here Jim Blake —long, lean, saturnine master of the machine—had away of sitting, his eternal cigar in one corner of his mouth, his slouch hat aslant on his head or under his chair. And here, | like filings to the magnet, the men who gleaned in Jim’s wake, and whose political life hung on his curt nod, would cluster. One evening as the dinner crowd was drifting along the corridor toward the huge dining-rooms, Wanda noted ■ that the amen corner held but two j men. Both of them she knew, and both were very evidently awaiting Jim : Blake’s return from the Capitol. More than one passer-by along the corridor nudged his companions and pointed out the elder of the corner’s two occupants. The object of these ' surreptitious glances was a fine-looking, rather portly man of early middle age—the Honorable Mark Robertson, former governor of New York, present representative in congress from the same state and —equally important—Jim Blake’s son-in-law. More —he was the i man whom the machine, at its master’s orders, had slated as next speaker of I the house. Yes, and perhaps if all one heard were true, for a far higher office later on. Wanda Kelly knew this. And, thanks I to overheard scraps of amen-corner ; talk, she knew much more. She had often seen Robertson. Now and then [ she had received a careless nod from v //yr ¥ 11 BvX WiPY/’ No Woman Ever Really Loved a Man Because He Was Good.” him or from his stately young wife, Blake’s only daughter, who so often while congress was in session ran down from the Robertson house in New York for a sojourn of a day or two with her husband and father at the capital. Yet Wanda wasted fewer thoughts just now on the celebrity than on the much younger man with whom he was talking. And perhaps her thoughts had telepathic power. For, as Robertson strolled out into the foyer, his companion .crossed directly to the switchboard rail and stood looking down at the girl. Wanda did not see him. Or, if she did, it was not with her eyes. And before he could speak, the telephone buzzer rasped out. “Wanda!” said the young man who was leaning over the rail. It was the third time he had broken in. But, busy rattling the switch pegs, she did not hear. “Wanda Kelly!" he exclaimed, exasperated. She looked up with a suddenness that startled him. “Well?” she asked sharply. I “Will —will you marry me?" he ’ blurted, her unexpected word and look ' driving the speech from his lips as though he had been struck between the shoulders. “What?” she queried in polite surprise. “I asked,” he said, trying to cover up his impetuosity with a weak show of irony, “I asked if you are going to marry me or not" “No,” she answered, unruffled. “I am not. That’s the answer. Same as when you asked me before. And the time before that. And so on back to the beginning. And then some—untn you can learn to take ‘No’ for an answer.” “I can’t take it,” he returned glumly, “and I won’t take it. Maybe you think I get a lot of fun being thrown down like this. It means more to me than you’ve got patience to hear. I’m going all to smash. Oh, you needn’t laugh Wasn’t so funny to me.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Daily Thought. It is by women that nature writes on the hearts of men. —Sheridan.

“Certainly." “And I can always have the last word?" "You will have that anyway." "YOu won’t care if I sleep late In the morning?" "No.” "And you will let mother be with us for the first throe months to advise me?" “Dear,” exclaimed Dick, suddenly, “I forgot and left that ring in my room. I must get it at once." And he is still trying to find it’ Very Poor Sight. Senator Shively was discussing a tariff clause. “The opponents of this clause are Him young Smithers," he said, “young Smithers, who married the poor and elderly and hideous Miss Hughes. “Two ladies were discussing this match. The first said: “ ‘How on earth did Smithers come to marry her?’ “The other lady, smiling delicately, answered: • “ ‘You can see for youfself that he wears blue glasses. ”

Filled With I I die Spirit I I *' I j By REV. JAMES M. GRAY. D. D. Dean of Moody Bible Inatiiiaie & X of Chicago It ? TEXT—Be not drunk with wine wherein is excess, but be filled with the Spirit. Ephesians 5:18.

The Holy Spirit is not a thing or an influence, but a divine person, because in the ■ ho 1 y scriptures there are ascribed to him the works, attributes and names of a person. This divine person dwells in true be- i lievers on Jesus ' Christ. He acts upon them not as a power from without, but as a living reality with-

Fa y 1 1

! in. ‘‘What, knew ye not that your bodi ies are the temples of the Holy Ghost, ■ which is in you?" It is also true that i when he comes to dwell in the be- > liever, as he does at his-regeneration I and conversion, he comes to dwell in i him forever. | But it seems to be one thing to be indwelt by the Spirit, and another to be infilled by him. a distinction met with again and again in the New Testament. Filled With the Spirit The strong figure used in this chapter gives an idea of what is meant by being filled with the Spirit. A man intoxicatetd with wine is under control of that which has entered into him. His countenance, his walk, his breath, his conversation, his thought, give evidence of it. So are Christians to be filled with the Holy Spirit that their very faces may declare that they “have seen the face of God.” Their conduct should be governed by him, their steps directed, their thoughts controlled by his influence and gracious power. This brings us to the apostle’s practical application of this truth, telling us that when so filled we will manifest the spirit of submissiveness one to another in the fear of God. Wives will be submissive to their husbands as unto the Lord, and husbands will love their wives as their own bodies ans as Christ loved the church. Let the right spirit take possession of husband and wife and domestic infelicity is at an end. but the right spirit is only and always God’s Holy Spirit. Children and parents are next addressed. The child who knows the Lord, and In whom his spirit dwells, will obey his parents because It is right to do so. And parents in such a case will not provoke their children to wrath, but “bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” Solution of Industrial Wars. Employers and employes come next. The employe who knows Jesus Christ will serve his employer faithfully because he will be serving Christ. There will be no more eye-service there. He will not be looking at the clock for quitting time, nor loafing when the foreman’s back is turned. He is aware that another is keeping the record whose eye is everywhere, and that of him he shall receive the reward. But the employer who knows Jesus Christ will act toward his employe correspondingly. He will not be a hard, unappreciative master, knowing that he himself has a master in heaven who is no respecter of persons. Here is the solution of industrial wars. The gospel can do what unions and amalgamations and strikes and lockouts can never do. The truest patriots and philanthropists are the men and women in our pulpits, our mission halls, and on the street corners testifying to the saving and of the Son of God. In other words it is not “social servlceAthat the world so much needs today as it is salvation. The “social service” movement is good, and has a large constituency and large financial support. Several wellknown millionaires have each given a larger sum within a few years, for educational and philanthropic enterprises than all which is spent annually for the support of the whole number of Christian churches in the United States. Organizations and agencies for social bettqgment are multiplying today to a bewildering extent. There is an agency to meet almost every kind of distress of man, woman or child, we are' glad of it, but as a careful and wide observer has affirmed, “the more closely the facts are examined the more apparent the inadequacy and ineffectiveness of the measure thus employed.” And he goes on to ask, “As the limitations of social effort thus become more sharply defined, is it out of place to suggest that there may be a factor in the problem of great significance which has been almost entirely neglected?” That factor, we believe, is the gospel of Jesus Christ. Bring men to Christ, and let his Spirit fill them, and all our problems are solved. Without Hope. Without hope no man can succeed In life, but in order to abiding achievement it is necessary to secure for one’s hopes a sure and adequate foundation. Mere poetical and sentimental gush about hope will not serve the purpose of a sufficient and dependable motive for conduct. Hope deferred maketh the heart sick, and a shallow optlsmism which assumes that all Is right with one’s llfq without taking God Into account Is worse than no hope at all, since it deludes the soul Into a false sense of security, and to that extent delays the attainment of>a true faith in the future which comes of a sincere faith in ths Lord and his promises. Hope In God, and your hope will never be in vain; trust in the Lord and do good, and you will have an Indisputable right to be an optimist.

campM®’ l ' ANDWARgADVANCE ON RICHMOND CITY North, With All Its Resources, Spent Four Years In Gaining Hundred Mlles in Virginia. The siege of Ridimond was under* taken in the spring of 1862 by Gem, McClellan, who had succeeded Gen.. in the command of the eastern army after the union defeat at I Manassas. McClellan carried his army 1 | of the Potomac by water instead of* by land, advancing on Richmond by the York and James rivers and th® peninsula that is formed by their estuaries. Success was met w ith at first. Sieg® was laid to Yorktown, which was evacuated May 4. The retreating coni federate forces pursued by the ! invaders, who entered into another ■ battle at Williamsburg. Taking advantage of the! strategic value of th® Chickahominy river. Gen. Johnston administered a drubbing to the federate at Fair Oaks. He was wounded at this engagement and was succeeded by Gen. Lee. This was the turning point in th® peninsular campaign. Although within sight of Richmond, advance into the city was impossible for the Union army. The strategy of Lee. with the addition of Gen. “Stonewall” Jackson’s help, forced the army of the Potomac into retreat. Gen. McClellan had expected re-en-forcements from the north, but McDowell’s command, which was to have come south, was kept along the Potomac by the strange actions of Jackson and his forces, who cleared the Shenandoah valley of Union soldiers and threatened Washington. Instead of taking any advantage in th® north, however, Jackson suddenly packed off his army by rail to the vi- _ cinity of Richmond where, combining with Lee°’s troops, they forced the federate slowly northward in a series of battles that lasted seven days. McClellan, confronted by the irresistible army of the south, was forced to retire to the James river and the peninsular campaign was at an end. Under Gen. Pope the army of the -Potomac was even less successful and Richmond was safe. In 1863 GenHooker made an abortive attempt to march on the confederate capital, but it was not until the spring of 1865 that Gen. Grant, after a wasting campaign of nearly a full year, was able to drive Lee’s army out of the city and to the place of its surrender a we6k later at Appomattox courthouse. Thus it was that the north, with all its resources, succeeded only after four years’ labor in gaining the hundred miles of Virginia soil that He between Washington and Richmond and in striking a death blow at the confederacy. Paid His Assessment?* The summary method pursued by Colonel Metcalfe, in Kentucky, is well illustrated by the following incident which occurred at Parte, Ky.: A secesh was brought In and told that he was assessed SI,OOO. “Well,” said the rich secesh, "how long will you give me to raise it?” “Three years, or during the war,” answered the colonel. “Oh, well, well,” said secesh, “you are not so hard on us, after all. I will have it for you in time," and started leisurely for the door. “But," said the colonel, “we will hold you until it is paid.” He paid then and there. Became a Soldier After All. Mrs. Crissey of Decatur. 111., whose husband 'was chaplain in an Illinois regiment, related to a visitor that many years ago her little baby, while playing in the street, fell down, and began to cry. A very tall young man, who was just then passing by with a yoke of oxen, picked the child up, and handing him inside the gate, said, ' cheerily, “You will never make a soldier if you cry for that." The little fellow at once banished his grief. The tall young man was Abraham Lincoln, and Mrs. Crissey introduced to the visitor a young captain, home on furlough, as her son, who had become a soldier after all. What He Was. Comrade George Meldrum. who lost a leg under Admiral Farragut at Fort Jackson, tells this one: “The horses had died off, and we had to act the part of horses ourselves and carry the supplies. We were a nondescript lot, and one ot our little party was an Irishman named Hartringe. “Are you a soldier, my man-” asked the general of Hartridge. “No, sir.” said Pat “Are you a sailor, then?" “Troth, I’m not, sir. It’s a commls* sary mule I do be thinkin’ I am." Safeguard for Body and Soul. Charlie Merrill, a young Massachusetts soldier, bed an ounce ball pass through his head, during the battle of Fredericksburg. |t entered near his right eye and another ball would have entered a vita* part of his body had it not been- arrested by a Testament, in which it lodged. When this safeguard was shown the president, he ’ sent to the hospital a handsome pocket Bible, in which, as an evidence of his warm regard, he caused to be inscrlber: . “Charles W. Merrill, Co. A, 19th Massachusetts, from A. Lincoln.” The Signal. “How do you endure listening to. Bliggins* funny stories? He spoil* them by laughing at them himself.” “That’s what I like about him. You, don’t have to listen In order to laugh at the right time. All you have to, do is to wait till he gives the signal."! Is a Good Fellow. Muggins—l wonder why Dolly Dash-, away is so popular? Buggins—She’s one of those girls a> fellow feels he can propose to without, any serious danger of being accepted.