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PRESIDENT TAFT'S TOUCHING TRIBUTE TO MAJOR ARCHIBALD W. BUTT.
Major Archibald W. Butt wii on of th horooa of tho Titanic Ha was Pridnt Taft't military aid. Aftar
Major Butt's dsath tha president, with tsar in his ayas and falttring voioa, mad him th subject of one of the
most heartfslt eulogies ever pronounced over a gallant man, praising his manhood, his courage, his loyalty, his
calf sacrifice.
"Everybody knew Archie as 'Arohie,'" said the president "I eannot go into a box at a theater, I cannot turn
around in my room, I cannot go anywhere, without expecting to see his smiling face or to hear his cheerful voioe
in greeting. The life of the president ie rather isolated, and those appointed to live with him come much closer
to him than any one else. The bond ia very oleee, and it ie difficult to speak on suoh an occasion.
"Archie Butt's charaoter was simple, straightforward and incapable of intrigue. A clear sense of humor light
ened hie life and those about him. Life was not for him a troubled problem. He was a soldiar, and, when he waa
appointed to serve under another, to that other ho rendered implioit loyalty. I never knew a man who had so
muoh self abnegation, so muoh self eaorlfioo, ae Arohie Butt.
"Occasions like the sinking of the Titanio frequently develop unforessen traits in men. It makes them heroes
whsn you don't oxpsct it But with Archie it was just aa natural for him to help those about him as it was
fr him to ask me to permit him to do something for some one for me.
"He was on the deok of the Titanio oxaotly what he was everywhere. He leaves a void with those who loved
h m, but the ciroumstances of hia going are all that we would have had, and, while tears fill the eyes and the
voice ' choked, we are felloitated by the memory of what he was."
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Sides of the Shield," a aplendidly written romanoe of love and war.
CHAPTER III.
"Waiting For a Prince to Come."
mllE colouel told Miss Ellen what
the girls bad said about Jim,
at which sho laughed heartily,
but grew very red and showed
ome annoyance when he related what
they had said about choosing a farm
In (he country and especially when
reference was made to Squire Haw
kins. 1 shall never forget how my
plate looked after It bad gone around
the table. It bnd left my table empty
and bad come back piled to the brim
with every sort of vegetable on the
table. Miss Ellen laughed when I con
fessed that I did not know how to eat
rice, nor would she rest content until
she bad taken my plate and arranged
It according to the manner of eating
rice In that section. She covered It
with butter and sprinkled a little salt
on it and, handing It back to me, bade
me eat It, telling me that It waa a part
of my education. She laughed again
when I wanted to' put pepper on It
but she would let her father put a lit
... tie dish gravy over It If It were not
palatable. I ate It not because I liked
It then, for I would have eaten so
much sawdust bad she told me It was
good and asked me to do so.
Every now and then, after 1 bad
swallowed some rice, I would look up
to find ber eyes flxed roguishly on me.
and then we would both laugb. She
seemed to relish the Idea that I did
not like the rice and that I was eating
It because she bad flxed It and told me
to do so. I made tbls fact very plain
to ber by the faces I would make In
swallowing. It She confessed after
ward to a little malice In forcing me
to eat It and later, when 1 really be
gan to like It she would often say.
"Will yon have your rice with crenm
and sugar on It or a little pepper. Mr.
PalmerT
After dinner we went on the porch,
where Bud brought us pipes. "I hope
you like the pipe." ho snld as he hand
ed .me an old brier root. "We have
. tfven np cigars lately on account of
the tariff," ho added with a big, good
natured laugh. I said I did; that It
was my cbiefest luxury In my univer
sity days and 1 still preferred It to
cigars. Colonel Turpln said that If I
did not object to music Ellen would
play us something; that she always
did when bo took his after dinner
smoke. I said that I could not Imagine
greater luxury, and I leaned bock pro
pared to undergo any amount of tor
ture and outrage to my artistic nature,
for I Knew Huuifiiilug of umc; r-niy
father had been a spleudld performer
on the plauo and had given me. the ben
efit of his knowledge. Instead of hymns
and waltzes, however, there floated
through the window to us the sweetest
notes I seemed ever to have heard. I
sat dreamily thinking of this lovely
girl and ber odd surroundings when
she appeared nt the window and asked
if there was anything that I liked espe
cially. '1 do not know if you care for
tropin," she said. "Father does uot
know it is Chopin, but It is the music
be likes, and no I always play some of
the nocturnes for him."
"The truth Is, Miss Turpln." I mild,
"I did not think of what you were play
ing, but was merely feeling the effect
of the music. Your playing Deemed to
me to be a part of the scene out here,
as if it were an accompaniment to the
moon In its wanderings or to tho stars
In the silent watches."
My speech sounded like flattery, and
I blushed as the thought came to me.
"I hope you will forgive my praise If
It seemed extravagant" I said, "but I
only said what was In my heart with
out reflecting that you might take It
for flattery." I had been accustomed
to pay compliments at will and some
times, I fear, was given to Buttery, but
I would not have had this young girl
think me guilty of such 111 breeding
for anything In the world.
'If that is the way you feel," she an
swered sweetly, "I will play something
'o? y.QJlBnd,.tru8t to Pleasing father,"
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and,"golug bacfc"fb CIiepfo'uo,: Ce pTay
ed something I do not know what
Bnd said he had never heard her play
It before, and, though I asked ber often
after that to play it for rue again. I
never heard It, yet the strains even
now go through my bead when I sit in
the moonlight or He awake at nights
thinking of Ellen.
She disappeared after awhile to clear
the table and wash the dishes, 1
thought with some resentment Colo
nel Turpln talked politics, and 1 soon
learned that be was decided in his
views, though somewhat mixed In bis
politics. I found out that be was ad
dicted to the habit of writing "pieces"
for the papers, but never under his
own name. He chose rather such noms
de plume as "Vox Popull," "Cltizeu"
and sometimes "Patriot" He did not
believe that writing was the profes
sion of a gentleman unless one could
hide one's Identity. Yet te felt that
the public should be educated by tbls
means. lie was a Democrat, but be
lieved In a "high protective tariff. lie
disclaimed being a Jingo, but thought
it the duty of the government to avenge
the wrongs of any people persecuted
by a foreign power. And so the night
wore on and the moon rose higher In
the heavens. I heard Bud and the
colonel discuss the work ou the farm
and Judged that the former and two or
three negroes did It all save In the
picking seuson.
There was a contradiction about this
strange household which was perplex
ing to me. Where had Miss Ellen
mastered the piano, and why was Bud.
with the apparent education of a cul
tured gentleman, wearing Jeans and
doing the plow work In the fields? I
bad begun to weary of conjecture
when Miss Ellen returned and offered
to show me tho view from the cupola.
It was a weary climb to the top of
that old house, but one felt repaid on
reaching there as the panorama un
folded Itself In the moonlight. The
moon was but a fortnight old. nud the
night was cloudless. Miss Ellen point
ed out to me the field where the ormy
of Sherman bnd camped on Its famous
march to the sea, but had not a word
of criticism to make of that great gen
eral. She told nie of the strong young
manhood that was developing to re
generate tho land and seemed to think
the freedom of the slaves a blessing
to both people. She promised to take
me to tho negro settlement some day
and show me how they lived. She
, had a Sunday school there of colored
girls, "for." nlie pnld. "It s going to
he through the mothers of tho colored
race that we will some day reach It
and elevate It to what Is good ond
moral." I stood spellbound, as It were,
by her earnestness and faith, and all
my preconceived opinions began to fall
tfwny under tho Influence of this little
brown eyed girl in a gingham gown.
That night after 1 retired to my
room the instincts of the newspaper
man. which had lain dormant since ar
riving nt the Pines, began to stir, and
I could not help thinking what a pic
ture this household woald make If
held up before a Boston audience. But
to turn these kindly people Into an ob
ject les:ion would be the basest In
gratitude., Yet put thin Idea from me
as I would, it would recur to me during
the night, and scene after scene, with
Ellen and Bud always In the fore
ground, kepi shifting themselves across
the mental canvas, and argue as I
would that to make use of this homely
life with Its poverty and pride, its dig
nified endurance of changed conditions,
as the subject of a oewa letter would
be an III return for tho hospitality I
had received, yet I could not put aside
the longing to pen the picture as I
saw It and to paint It boldly. In order
that other might see it In the same
light as It bad appealed to me.
The next morning I was np early, the
sun. In fact, being only an hour ahead
of me. Thinking It would Ikj an ex
cellent chance to see something of the
place and study its character more In
detail, for I had become deeply Inter
red ta arythlnx cptu.; -ZJi
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rmeO tireTsTStrrittiS-ua oTSTTJ3or
a brisk walk. As I was making the
half circuit of the house by way of ex
ploration I came upon Miss Ellen, car
rying an armful of kindling wood.
"Why. Miss Turpln." I cried, "I had
no idea of finding you up at this hour."
"You forget the dual clmvacter I
play." she laughed. "I am not early,
however, for it Is late. But you are
responsible for It. as you demoralized
the household last night In encourag
ing father to discuss polities. Doubtless
you saw all his fallacies, but was kind
enough not to point them out to bim."
I had been much eutertilned. I said,
though his polities appeared to be
somewhat mixed nnd his ideas were
quite different from those I had expect
ed to hear him express.
"Yes," she answered; "he Is half
Democrat and half Republican, vlth
n dash hero and there of populism, I
fear, but It makes him very angry to
tell bhn so. as he thinks himself a
hidebound Democrat lie can never
forget that Heury Clay believed In a
protective tariff. I think, next to Gen
eral Oelethorne. he admires the Ken
lucklan more than ouy of our historical
characters. But I must not allow my
self to tie dragged Info political argu
ment, for I see you are ready to take
up the cudgel for Clay, no doubt.' and
since you have come bothering about
ho early you must make yourself use
ful." She then showed me the wood
pile and told me to bring enough to the
kitchen to last two full days.
"Miss Turpln." I snld a little Inter
as I entered the kitchen with my arms
loaded down with short oak logs, "is
It really necessary for you to do this
work 7" I
I She looked with surprise at me, and
1 thought 1 saw a faint color come to
the surface of ber skin, but 1 could not
j tell, for she was lighting the tire. She
saw that 1 was eurnest In my question,
and. still kneeliug In front of the stove,
she turned her frank face toward me
and said:
"1 would resent the question, Mr.
Palmer, did I not know that a kind
heart prompted it Yes," bIic added;
"it Is as necessary for uie to do this
as It Is for Bnd to plow. Of course
you must have heard from your rela
tives that tho Turplns were greatly re
duced. Tho house Is heavily mortgag
ed, nnd to meet tho Interest we have
to save in every legitimate way. Bud
wants to hire a cook, but I will not lis
ten to him. Father Is determined that
tho moment be defaults on tho Inter
est that minute he will give utrthe
Pines to tho owners, for such they are
who hold the mortgage on It And, oh,
Mr. Palmer, you don't know what It
would mean to father nnd mother to
move from here now. Besides, too. we
would bo no better off even worse, I
think, for we would have no place at
all. Bud and I would be glad to go
Into the world and run our chances,
but It can't be thought of. not now."
She sighed and continued to make the
Are.
By degrees I found out all there was
to be known of the family, for there
were do skeletons there. After the
war it seems that Colonel Turpln had
lived In a reckless sort of way, still
keeping up the style of living he hod
grown accustomed to before the
change of fortune In the southern
planter's life. It was not until Bud
had flnlshed his college course and
Miss Ellen bad completed ber studies
that the real condition of tho family
became known. It was these two who
bad finally saved the plantation and
home by pledging the Interest on the
mortgage. There was one more child,
a boy of sixteen. The brother and sla
ter were keeping him at college now
and had planned that he should take
tbe course In law after bis academic
studies were completed. Was there
more courage In New England, 1 won
dered, and was It not tbe blood of the
cavalier that was telling now? She
bad given me bor confidence without
restraint for she believed me then to
be one with tbe Kentucky Palmers,
ajd L wek creature., dajed pot dis
abuse her mind Toi tear of losing thrit
confidence and friendship- which this
fictitious relationship had Inspired.
"And now, Mr. Inquisitive." she said.
If you have finished your catechism.
I iEill i"K y .tviMer and von wIM go
9a Si
"Is it really nscessary for you to do
this work?"
for n long walk und get an appetite for
breakfast"
She had rolled up Ler sleeves In order
to knead the dough, and with her arms
bared to tho elbow she pointed out to
me a road which she advised mo to
take, telling mo It would bring me to
the old Oglethorpe bridge.
"But your father promised that you
should take nie there," I said, "nnd
that is a debt of honor you must pay."
"Very well," she laughed, as If pre
paring to go, "but you will go without
your breakfast, and, what Is worse.
Bud will call you out for ranking him
lose his, for ho conies from tho fields
hungry and out of temper sometimes."
"I would not mind going without
mine," I said, "but heaven forbid that
so flue a fellow should go without his."
Tears came into her eyes, but sho
soon brushed them away nnd with a
smile said:
"You touched a weak spot then. Bud
Is tho salt of the earth, and he deserves
to find diamonds in this dull soil In
stead of fighting out bis life for a few
pounds of cotton."
I started down tho road which she
bad pointed out, wondering what had
come over me when my life in Boston
bad seemed a thing forgotten In a few
hours nnd my work and literary career
become a secondary matter with me.
I passed through an old orchard, where
the opening apple buds lent their fro
grance to tbe air, and by my side it
seemed to me that the unseen presence
of Miss Ellen walked.
Tbe dogwood was blossoming down
by the branch, and when I reached the
pine trees their crisp needles, stirring
In tbe breeze, seemed singing some
blithesome air instead of walling
mournfully, as they bad done the even
Ing previous. I saw her little rose
garden nnd, picking the only flower
then In bloom, bid It away beneath my
waistcoat There was an Impassioned
plcturesqueness In the unkept lawn,
and out of the cedar nnd underbrush I
might have expected to see some dryad
come. I found the bridge by tho path
Miss Ellen had pointed out and for
an hour sat reclining upon Its ivy
colored arch conjuring up such scenes
as I Imagined had beeu enacted here
when Us owners lived lu aflluenco nnd
when women In silks nnd satin and
powdered hair sat in the oakeu dining
hall and danced the stately minuet on
rich carpets and under many lights.
In my mental vision I thought I saw
ono with the features of Miss Ellen
who glided past nil others and stood lu
gay colored brocade waiting to bo
wooed lllio a princess. The picture
faded, and I saw the real Ellen, nono
the less regal, but In placo of the scorn
tbe other wore upon her lips there was
a gentle patience, nnd about her form
there hung a simple cotton gown more
beautiful than tho stately gown woven
In my dream picture. I must have
been asleep, then, after all, I thought
looking at my watch, for It was past
tbe time wben she told mo to be back.
Hurrying borne the way I came, I
found them seated at the breakfast
table, and I pleaded guilty to an early
morning nap among tbe woods.
"And your dream V she asked, as If
reading what was In my mind.
"Was of a beautiful woman clad In
silks," I said, "and she stood In an old
hall waiting for a prince to come."
"Ah, what a sad awnkonlngl" she
said, laughing sweetly.
"But wait until I toll you of the
change that came 'o'er tbe spirit of my
dream,' " I added.
"And I will some day show you the
first scene of your picture," she said
softly.
And the last partr
I do not know what It Is, and you
hare not told me."
But I will some day, and," looking
Into her deep brown eyes and almost
speaking in a whisper, "I like It better
than the flrst portion of my picture."
I did not see Miss Ellon alone again
that day. Squire nawklns called In
the afternoon and stayed to dinner.
He was a kindly looking man, not over
fifty, I shouldsny. andbo wore a pros
perous air, ana ne seemed to me to
have seen a good deal of the. world.
HlM-Ellcn .. (W PClLjjlM;JflE.niJUint
320 acres of fine Blue Stem Grass
farm, in Hemphill County, Texas. Can
all be put in cultivation. Black san
dy loam soil, fine water. Canadian,
the County Seat, a thriving R. R.
Town. Price $20.00 per acre. This
is a bargain. Will trade for a good
improved 1G0 acre farm, clear of in
cumberance. For further information
write
eveningTor She niiil TlurSqiilre touVii
long walk In tho moonlight, ond when
she came home sho went to her room,
only stopping to say good night ns she
passed us on tho porch. Tho squire
stayed awhile longer nnd entertained
us with stories of his university days
In Germany, where he had been edu
cated. Ho seemed to treat MIrs Ellen
when he was with her In such n gen
tle, fatherly wny that I laughed nt the
Idle gossip that I had hoard atout his
courting her. I enjoyed his company
and laughed heartily over his stories,
which wero good and well told. He
had some good cigars, which Bnd and
I enjoyed, but the colonel would not
smoke one, for he said they would up
set his nerves nnd make him "hanker
after tho fleshpots of Egypt." The
squire tried to bnnter him out of his
resolution, but the colonel was obdu
rate and stuck to tho pipe.
(To IV Continued.)
Local News
From Fi-ldiiy'g rnlly.
J. II. Tains was called to Oma
ha lliis inoniiiiK cm business of
imporlniH'u.
Miss Haleinau returned from
(ilenwnod last evening, where she
had visited friends for a short
time.
William Starkjohn was an
Omaha passenger on the morning
train today, where ho was called
on business.
Miss Helen Dovey returned from
Omaha on the afternoon train to
day, where slip had visiled friends
for a short time.
Miss Ruth Chapman departed
for Burlington, Iowa, last evening
on No. 2, where she will visit
relatives for a few days.
William Sliera and John Lam
bert were Omaha visitors today,
where I hey visited friends and
look in I he sights.
John Mut of Maryville, Mo.,
visited friends in the vicinity of
Eight Mile drove and was a guest
lliis week at the J. R. Vallery
home.
W. J. Tickler of Oenver arrived
yesterday and will visit hu uncle,
O. Tickler, for a few days. II has
been Ihirly years since W. J. left
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Fred Warner and his guest,
Karl Stevens, of Omaha, who
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Misses Louise and Florence
Vallery entertained a parly of
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day nt a chicken dinner. The
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Renters, AhoyI
I have 160 acres land, 3 miles
from Burlington, Colo., and 8
room house nearly new; n good,
big barn, well and mill, with ele
vated tank and water pipe into
house nnd garden. All fenced; 65
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land. Address Olio Mulz, Owner,
418 Funke Block, Lincoln.
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