HER. SOLDIER, BOY
a umi ji ami ot uui in i ww
At tho open flap of his narrow tent hangs
a strip of tho midnight skies,
Pricked through by a myriad points of
light, that (lash In his tired eyes;
lie has waked from a dream of a summer
day, and, now, with a throb of pain,
Ho pillows his head on Ills young right
arm, and summons the dream again.
A pathway barred by shadow and shine,
a Blow In tho golden west;
A song In the rustling leaves o'crhcad, as
a bluebird hushes Its nest;
A slip of a girl In a muslin gown, a cadet
In a coat of gruy
But tho slim llttlo hand ho clasps In his
Is a half of the world away!
Under Dogwood Blossoms.
I DY GEORGE BINGHAM.
(Copyright, 1901. by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
Not far from Cadiz, ou tho crooked
old Kentucky plko, an ox wagon cov
ered with a dingy sheet overtook me.
A tall man, who looked lazy, sat on a
broken chair In front nnd drove, while
back under tho cover flvo tow-heads
jrcro stuck cut to watch tbi slowly
changing scenery.
Under tho shackly, rattling vehicle
walked a lazy old brlndlo do he
could walk nowhero else, bolng tied to
tho axlo with a ropo. A Bcrub milch
.cow was tied to tho back end of tho
wagon; tho skillets and pans, fasten
ed to tho sides of tho wagon-bed, rat
tled and bumped; and buckets and
pots swung from tho axles beneath, as
tho wagon slowly passed along tho
plko.
I dropped from tho splotch of shado
on a rail fonco corner whero I had sat
for some time, and spoko to tho man.
"Good morning," ho answered. "If
you are going our way, hop up and
rldo." Ho reached back, got a handy
bucket, turned It over, and I sat down
bcsldo him.
When I told him my namo ho said
ho, knew a person in Arkansas by tho
namo of Andy Cobb, but that he was
a negro. Then ho laughed. Ho asked
mo which way I was going, and when
I told him I was not particular which
way, ho said to mo: ' Tvo been llvln'
In Arknnsaw for a good while, and am
on my way to South Carolina to vl3tt
my wifo's folks."
Noticing the gait of his team, I
askod him how long ho had been en
route, and In an easy manner ho re
plied: "Oh, llttlo tho rise of nlno
weeks."
"Whon do you expect to got there?"
"Kaln't toll. Ain't no mor'n ha'f
way yet Who-a-a boys! Sally you
nnd tho brats hold tight back there,
for hero's another creek. You know
whut fools theso cattlo are about
watorv" Then ho addressed me. "Ever"
creek wo come to they break In a run
for it."
Tho steers struck a brisk pace and
whon to tho bank made a lungo which
nearly upset tho wagon. After riding
an hour with him in which tlmo wo
traveled about three miles I wished
thorn good luck and took tho other
fork of tho road.
True, I was not very particular
which way I went, for I had nothing
to do. Two months previous I had
heard tho little town of Snortsvlllo
wanted a newspaper, and that being
tho favorlto one of my several voca
tions, I went to tho placo and put
"Something hit the earth."
torth tho Weekly Post, with a dusty
outfit that bad been abandoned some
weeks before. In a few Issues I found
that tho people did not want a local
paper as bad as they thought thoy did,
so I wound up my business, which
took but a few minutes, and walked
out of town, and it was only a few
moraines later that I was overtaken
Through the vlbrnnt hush of the starry
night hum the life of a tropic cllmc,
And under tho breast of his khaki blouio
ths heart of the lad beats time,
In fi land where an endless summer
reigns, ho dreams of a June gone by
And a wandering wind steals into his
tent and carries away a sight
by tho man going to visit his wife's
folks.
After leaving Mr. Botts I camo to n
creek. Tho banks wcro pretty with
fragrant older and dogwood blossoms,
and birds fluttered over tho clear,
s'.owly-raovlng water, and chattered
and chirped in the undergrowth.
I heard tho sound of rippling water,
and going up-stream found a cool,
clear, blue spring which rippled and
tumbled over recks on Its way to tho
Creek.
I brushed the old acorns and sticks
from a soft mossy slant and stretched
out to rest
"Git up horo, now, Pud! You domed
old fool! Makln' llko you nlr skecred
o' this placo when you como horo ovor'
day. Quit that snortln' and git in
thcro and drink befo' I larrup you with
a hickory."
I raised to my elbows and saw a
w
"Come on back "
barefoot man trying to persuade a
mulo to drink at tho stream. Tho con
trary animal pranced around nnd went
behind a bank, leaving only tho rider's
head visible to me. Of a sudden It be
gan bobbing up and down, and 1
heard him urging tho mulo to behave,
In langungo unsultablo to reproduce
His head disappeared, his feet camo
up In tho air, and something hit the
earth with a dull sound. Whon I sot
to tho bank ho was brushing tho f-lrt
and gravel from his shoulder, end
whon I- asked him tho troublo, ho re
plied: "Nothln. Blasted old mulo Just
tossed me off over hor head.
"Tuck Buchanan lives right up there
on tho ridge," ho answered when I
asked him whero I might find some
dinner. He spurred tho mule in tho
flanks with his baro heels, and 1
watched tho spry llttlo animal pick
her way up a rough path, sometimes
leading under low branches, which
caused tho rider to duck his head or
push them back.
Again I lay down on tho moss
Scents of peach and applo blossoms
camo to mo on tho soft, lazy air. A
farm-boll clanged somowhoro up tho
creek bottom and was followed by an
other and another. Plow-mules brayed
and hurried toward their rows' end, for
ten ears of corn and an hour's rest
was coming,
"Don't you want to walk down to
tho mill? I don't hear It running. 1
guess that trllln' fellow I've got nt
tendln' to it la plied up in tho corn-
box asleep as ho usually is," said Mr,
Buchanan to mo tho day after I went
to his houso.
Wo went to tho mill and, as ho ex
pectcd, we found tho miller dozing In
tho corn-box.
"I'd let him go If I had another mnn.
Kit Smith wants tho Job, but ho ain't
got any education and couldn't buy
wheat or calculate on tolls."
Being well satisfied with tho sur
roundlnga and desiring to remain in
that section. I insisted that Kit Smith,
with my assistance, could operato the
mill; and In a few days Mr. Smith
nnd I had tho job.
Mr. Buchanan was a homely old fol
low, his profllo at a dlstanco remind
ing mo of tho plcturo of somo gro.V
old man I had seen In history, nnd 1
hardly saw how ho could bo tho father
of a girl so pretty and sweet as Miss
Fannlo.
In a month I was also assistant man
ager of tho big farm, for Mr. Buchan
an had decided that tho greasy scum
on a wet wcathor spring back In tho
field was slgnB of an underground
Btrcam of coal oil and was figuring on
organizing a stock company to drill.
The smiles nnd kind words of Miss
Fannlo gavo mo a feeling a delightful
thrill I had never beforo experienced.
A young fellow accompanied hor to
church ono Sunday, and when sho ro
turned that night I know that I loved
hor. How lonosomo I had been that
day without her.
Tho next night sho invited mo to tho
parlor to cngngo her In a game of so
cial "soven-up." Wo hnd a pleasant
time, nnd hardly beforo tho hour to
go to my room. I stopped tho game,
grasped her pretty hand and told her
my fcollnns. I bowed my head to kiss
her hand, but sho pulled It back, said
"No, no," and bado mo good night.
I Bald to her tho next morning,
"Miss Fannlo, excuso mo last night
I couldn't help It, though. Let It pass
and think no moro of It, but I do
lo "
"Mr. Cobb, won't you leave? Go
off and think no moro of It, and lot
mo forgot you. It will bo better, as
nothing else enn como of It. Leave
nnd lot me forget you."
Sadly I told hor farowoll Sunday
morning and walked off down tho road,
again In my aimless wandering. When
a halt mllo away I heard somcono
coming up behind mo on a horso. 1
went to tho side of tho road to lot
It pass. But when tho horso camo up
it stopped and as I looked around,
Miss Fannlo ran Into my arms.
"Como on back! You must not lcavo
mo! You cannot! Tho futuro looks
empty without you."
Tears of Joy camo to my eyes, and
I bent my head over on hers. I kissed
her, Bald, "God bless my angel," and
kissed her again.
Tho horso sho rode, seeing it was
forgotten, turned and followed us
home.
A hungry-looking "razor-back" sow
with thirteen young pigs, rooting In
tho dirt and rocks nearby mado an
unusual lot of noise, and I raised up
and found myself still lying on tho
mossy placo by tho spring. I had lain
thcro and Imagined I would flguro in
a romance something llko tho above.
If tho hogs had allowed mo to finish
tho plot I lmaglno It would hdvo wound
up by mo becoming owner Of tho farm
nnd 'mill, and sovoral oil wells.
I washed my faco In tho cool blue
wator, smoothed over my hair and
went with somo anxiety to tho Buchan
an homo on tho ridge.
There was no sweet girl Fannlo,
nor oven a Mrs. Buchannn tho old
man kept "bach" on a small gully
washed farm. But I went in, ato a
dinner of beans and bacon, and went
on off down tho plko, very seriously
thinking.
HELEN KELLER'S HAND.
riuitcr Cmt of It In Collection of Law
roncn lliilton,
Mr. Lawronco Hutton is making a
collection of plaster casts of hands,
says a Trenton special In tho Now
York Sun. Ho already has about fif
teen specimens. Ho brought back with
him from Europe recently tho original
cast of tho hand of Thomas Carlyle,
which ho picked up In a London shop
for a trifling Bum. Among others In
tho collection nro likenesses of the
hands of Ilossottl, Robert Louis Ste
venson, Lincoln nnd Thackeray, and
tho mummified hands of nn Egyptian
princess of tho tlmo of Moses. Theso
Mr. Hutton has hanging on tho walls
of his library. Ho also has a cast of
tho hand of llclon Keller, tho wonder
ful blind mute, which ho regards very
highly on account of Its artistic finish.
All tho lines In tho skin, nnd even tho
llttlo nervo cushions on tho tips of her
fingers, with which sho feels so accu
rately, uro plainly discernlblo In tho
plaster. Beneath each caso Mr. Hut
ton has written some appropriate lines.
Beneath that of Miss Keller's hand Is
tho following:
"Sho Is deaf to sounds all about us;
What she sees we cannot understand;
But her sight's at the tip of her fingers
And sho hears through tho touch of
her hands."
After Meeting.
"Bishop," said tho young preacher,
"I know you were hitting nt mo when
you denounced lino apparel nnd Jew
elry, for I wear a velvet vest and a
watch nnd chnln." "No, brother," re
plied tho bishop, with n twlnklo In his
eyo, "for I hnlf Buspect your vest is
cotton velvet, and an for tho watch,
I never gave you credit for moro than
a Waterbury!" Atlanta Constitution.
A Huggmtlnn.
Mrs. Hauskeop Tho dlBhcs you havo
put on tho tablo of late, Bridget, havo
been positively dirty. Now.Bomethltig's
got to bo dor.o about It. Bridget
Yis, mum; nv yo only had dark-col
ored wans, mum, they wouldn't show
tho dirt at all. Philadelphia Press
Worse Looking Than He Felt.
Baboony Mo boy, you look as if
you had Just Btcpped out of a fashion
plate. Crlnkleton That 10? I knew
I had rheumatism, but I didn't sup.
poso I was as stiff as that! Hnrlera
Life.
A CIVIL WAR.
HEROINE v v
Story of Jonnlo Wixde, Who W
n.t GottysburU.
LUL
Jonnlo Wado's gravo, which is locat
ed besldo hor parents In tho Citizens'
Evergreen coniotory, adjoining tho
Philadelphia National cemetery. la now
marked by n monument which Is being
frccted by tho Woman's Relict Corps
of Iowa. Tho dedication took plnco ro
Jpiuly. The podestnl Is of American
?rny granlto, tho four sides of which
aro highly polished. Surmounting tho
pedestal stands a flno Italian mnrblo
tutue of Jonnlo Wade. On the sub
bnso, In largo raised letters, Is tho
namo "Jcnnlo Wndo." Tho Inscrip
tions on tho monument nro as follows i
"Jennie Wndo, aged 20 yenra 2 months,
killed July 3, 18G3, whllo making bread
for tho union soldiers." On tho oppo
site side: "Erected by tho Women's
Relief Corps of lown, A. D. 1901."
On another sldo, "Whatsovor God
wllleth must be, though n nation
mourn." On tho sldo opposite this,
"With a courago born of loynlty sho
hath dono what sho could." Tho com
mlttco In charge of tho erection of tho
montunont, after receiving bids from
various sections of tho country, had
plnced tho contract In Gettysburg, it
Is modeled after tho design selected by
Mrs. G. W. McClollnn, a sister to Jen
nie. It is said that tho figure and fea
tures of the statuo present n good like
ness of tho heroine. The cost of tho
monument is about $1,000 nnd It stands
ovor ton feet high.
Jonnlo Wntlo's 1 1 tin no.
Tho houso In which Jennie Wado
lived at tho tlmo of tho battle Is ap
parently n one-story doublo brick
house, as vlowod from tho outside,
writes n correspondent of tho Chicago
Dally News, llowover, on entorlng, It
Is found to hnvo two rooms on tho
first floor ou each sldo of tho houso,
and n stairway In tho roar room leads
to a second floor whero two plastered
rooms aro found, each having a small
window lo the end of tho house, tho
sides of tho house bolng alike.
At tho time of tho battle that neigh
borhood possessed fowcr houses, nnd
this ono, being located on high ground,
was In full view of tho confedornto
sharpshootors, who deemed It nB n
possible- headquarters of tho union
army, and thus It wns that this Iioubo
was a mark for many bullets. Tho
marks of ovor a hundred which struck
tho house havo bcon counted. Tho holes
through tho small window panes,
washes and doors nro plainly vlslblo nnd
npparantly ns If mado but yesterday.
Tho house at tho present tlmo is used
MISS JENNIE WADE AND HOME IN WHICH SHE
BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG.
as n museum nnd nmoug tho numorous
relics displayed is shown tho Blx-lnch
shell thut pnBscd through tho upper
part of tho houso, entering tho room,
passing through tho mlddlo wnll and
dropping on tho outor side of tho
houso.
How .lenulo AVurifi Win Itltlutl.
Tho positions of tho doors and tho
windows of tho house nro as they woro
on July 3, 18C3. A number of bullets
passed entirely through tho two win
dow sashes. Tho marks of those bul
lets display tho position of tho win
dows and tho tloors nt that tlmo. Tho
door, ns Been through tho back win
dow, displays n numbor of bullot holes
which wcro as clearly pierced as If
mudo by nn auger. Tho bullet that
proved fatal to comely Jennie Wade,
who was thon 20 years of ago, pnssed
through tho ponol of tho outer door,
and through tho door between tho
rooms, which was opened nt tho time,
and pierced tho breast of tho heroine,
who had been performing hor house
hold duties nt tho time.
Her married Bister lay sick abed In
the room adjoining nt tho tlmo, and
she, too, had a nurrow cscnpo from
dentil. Ah tho shot and shell wcro
flying nbout ono passed through the
window of her room, cutting off a por
tion of the post of tho bed in which
sho lay. Jennie wns burled In tho roar
of tho yard that evening by somo of
the soldiers, whom sho had assisted
In various ways, such as carrying water
and helping tho wounded during the
progress of the battle. Tho people of
Gettysburg wcro botween tho two ar
mies; nevertheless, as a community,
they did not desert their homos and
remain out of Bight. Even the womon,
mnny nftcr bavins been warned to
leave tho town, remained bravely in
their houses. Jonnlo Wade had been
warned rcpeatodly to vacato tho place,
but sho hud Invariably refused to do
to.
3MMHMBS1
Killed
Hurled In n Colonel's Cnflln.
Curiously It wns that nt almost tho
name moment n confedornto colonel
foil near tho plnco that Jcnnlo had
fallen. Tho confederates wcro occu
pying tho grounds Just then. Thoy
hnd taken enre of tho dead colonel's
body nnd hnd constructed n rough cof
fin for IiIh Interment, but later a fed
eral column took possession of tho
grounds, tho nulo coflln wns secured
and used for tho Interment of tho
hcrolno Jennie. Lnter her hotly was
removed to the Citizens' Evergreen
comotery, which adjoins tho National,
whnro It now rests. Jennie hnd a cor
respondent, to whom Bhe was engaged,
nnd who wan In the union army. Ho
fell .nt Winchester, llo wns Corporal
Skclly, lifter whom tho Gettysburg G.
A. R. poet wan named. It was Corporal
Skolly who fell first, and cro his love
l.nd received tho snd nowa she, too,
bad mnt a similar fate.
Every memorial duy, snys tho Phil
adelphia Record, hor gravo Is decorated
with flowers nnd tho small American
ling placed thereon by the G. A. R.
post.
POOH OJ.DRAVENNA.
Iter HtrnaU Aro 3rnt-(lrovii nnd Her
Churt'tiitH limply.
Iu tho bend of the Adriatic Junt
where tho coast line, though still
trending south, Is about to make Its
eastward curve, far down on tho great
rivers which flow from tho Eastern
Alps, lies Jtavcnnn. wo speak or n
historic town, and think vaguely of
changed streets nnd altered shapes of
houses, but hero tho very faco of nn'
turo Is changed:
"Oh, earth, what changes hnst thou
Been!
There, whero tho long street soars, hnth
becit
The stillness of tho central sea
WAS KILLED
Look down from tho summits of tho
Apennines todny, nnd you will bco tho
llttlo town of Rnvcnnn lyhig fnr off,
encircled by tho.pluln, nnd divided by
forest nnd marsh from tho dlstnnt
glistening sen. But thcro wero days
whon tho Adriatic camo closo to hor
very doors, and tho rules of tho Ro
man cmplro, dovlslng now harbors for
their swelling fleet, turned to Ravonnn
as wo turn to Dover today. Tho
shrinking ocean has cnrrled with her
tho glory of Ravennn, drawn back llko
pobblcs ou tho strong ebb of n broken
wave. How lonely she Hob today!
Fringed with her melancholy pines,
nnd lulled with no music except tho
cronklng of her frogs, thcro sho sinks
into siient ticcny. iter streets aro
grass-grown. Her churches uro empty,
Tho very tourlHt HhrlnkB from hor de
pressed nostoines. llo tries to como
for the day and speed away for tho
night, frlghtoned by tho vnguo rumor
of fovor, or Ignorance of her claims to
renown. And yet Rnvcnnn took from
Rome the fading glories of tho Inttor
omplre, nnd wns lit for a brlof Bpaco
with tho glory of that mighty sunset,
Hers wus tho twilight of tho godH.
Fortnightly Review.
A ritlr Communion.
When Coronet Joyco, ono of Crom
well's men, went to Holmby to romovo
King Charles I to safer quarters, thero
being a plot nmong Presbyterians to
kidnap him, ho took along COO troop
ors, When Charles utopped out of hi
houso ho was confronted by this con
siuoramo iorco. tho King at onco
asked whether Joyco had any coinmls
Blon for whnt ho was doing. "Horo,1
replied Joyco, turning In his saddle as
ho spoke and pointing to tho soldiers
ho bended, "is my commission. It Is
behind mo." "It is n fair commission,
replied King Chnrles, "and as well
written as I have scon a commission In
my life."
A'l
HIS WATOH IN CABLE SLOT.
Tha Slnculnr Accident That llofelt n
Clnclnnntl Ainu,
A singular Incident Is related in
connection with n mishap which hap
pencil to Dr. J. T. Know, whllo mak
ing n professional call In Avondnlo re
cently. In dismounting from tho car
In Rockdnlo nventio tho doctor did not
wait until It camo to a full stop, but
ondcnvorctl to step from tho running
board whllo tho car was still In mo
tion. In somo mnnnor his foot wns
cnught and ho was thrown headlong
Into tho street. Tho car crow wob
soon bcsldo him, nnd nftcr tho doc
tor wns plnced upon his feet, ho an
nounced that ho wns unhurt, ond re
tired to a corner drug atoro to rcmovo
tho dirt nnd dust from his clothing
and prcparo to coutlnuo on IiIb way
to sco his patient. The doctor missed
his Rlasses. These, singularly, wcro
found n few feet from whero tho doc
tor had fallen, unbroken. Ho then
proccctlrtl to tho houso of his patient.
Ucforo leaving his patient, ho went
through tho usual form of taking tho
pulse, and, when ho reached Into hln
pocket for his watch, ho found It gono.
Tho tlmcplcco 1b a very valuable ono
and tho doctor hastened back to whero
tho accident hnd befallen him, nnd
ninilo Inquiries us to whether or not
It hnd been found. No ono hnd seen
It. Tho doctor proceedod to look nbout
for tho tlmcplcco, In tho gutters, nnd
nbout tho Btreot, nnd every nvnllnb'.a
hiding plnco was Honrchod In vain.
Many of his friends also assisted. - Tho
doctor wnB nbout to concludo tho
swell when ho thought ho would look
Into the cnblo slot. For somo distance
tho slot was followed, and, to tho
Brent astonishment of tho doctor, tho
watch was finally located nbout forty
feet away from whero ho had fallen.
An attache of tho cable company wan
secured nnd tho wntch recovered.
Strangely enough, lis only dumngo
waB n few dirt nnd grccso spots nnd a
cracked crystal. Tho only oxplunntlon
for tho singular Incident In that In
falling tho wntch was thrown from hln
pocket nnd rolled to tho cnblo slot Into
which It dropped nnd wns carried Into
whero It was found by tho action of
tho cable. Cincinnati Commercial.
HE SWAGGERED.
lint III" Swaggering Cimud Too Hlch
for Comfort.
"Whon I got my two weeks' vaca
tion this year," said tho young man
with tho unhappy countonnnco, "I
mado up my mind to sling on n llttlo
dtylo nnd bo n toptoppor. I wont to n
scnahoro resort and registered myself
under a high-sounding namo nnd mnn-
gcd to let It bo known that I was tho
uophow of a multl-mllllonnlro by that
namo. It wnsn't 24 hours beforo I wns
swagger. In 24 moro 1 wns flirting;
with half n dozen goodlooktng glrla
nnd tho envy of all tha other young
men. Then my troubles begoji. Tho
landlord hinted that so distinguished
n guest ought to tnko a parlor room,
and I took It nt nn Incroaso of $0 per
week. Then I wns told that tho houso
had champagno at ?3.G0 per bottlo, nnd
had to order. My fees to tho waiters
doubled up, shoo polish advanced fifty
por cent nnd I had to subscribe to a
hop, a muslcnlc, nn orphan excursion
nnd thrco or four othor things. Thoy
oven Btruck mo for n dollur to buy a
sailor a wooden leg and CO conts moro
to help n fishormau's widow get nn car
trumpet. I had counted on two long
weeks, but nt tho ond of flvo days I
was down on my Inst plunk. That waa
ust enough to get homo on, but be
foro I could stnrt I had to chip in n
quarter to help buy bIiocb for n father
less boy, and whon I finally took tho
train my silver wntch was In tho pawn
shop. 1 came, I saw, I busted. I
swaggered and swelled and wns qui to
tho thing, donchor know, but It only
lasted live days, and I'll bo hard up all
winter to puy for It. I sighed to bo nt
tho top, lAit I shall sigh no moro. Tho
drop hurtB n follow of flno feelings."
Hunting with How unci Arrow,
A new class of sportsmon has been
growing up within tho last fow years,
whoso distinguishing characteristics la
based upon tho lino followed by tho
lato Maurlco Thompson, sportsman and
author. Thompson disdained to use
tho shotgun on small gamo, preferring;
to mutch skill against cunning. Jla
mado it a practice not to kill gamo un
til ho was closo enough to watch nntl
study It. So ho took n long bow anil
went Into tho woods nftcr quail nnd
grouse, no nunieti rnuuits in tno satno
manner, nntl wns very successful.
When ho wont nftor quail ho stole
upon tho flock in Its haunts and picked
off tho birds with arrows that made no
noise and did not frighted those that
romnlned. in this way ho grow to
know tho haunts and habits of hhv
quarry as tho shotgun hunter nevet
does. Rabbits ho stalked In n similar
manner. Tho point to bo won wns to
sco tho rabbit In tho llttlo "form"
where It spends tho day, In surround
ings thnt render It well-nigh Invisible
nnd shoot It beforo It could run away
For squirrels ho took nn ancient flint
lock rlflo. Most hunters are not han
dicapping themselves to this extent
but tako Instead of bow or flintlock c
small rlllo with which tho head inn
bo snlppod off a quail or grouso and t
tiny puncture mado In a rabbit's skull
Another Question.
Proud mother (complacently) My
daughter Is studying the language;
abroad. Sho speaks Frurich and Ital
ian as well us sho does English. Vis
itor (Innocently) 'And does sho speak
English woll7 Harper'a Buzar.
Friendship Is one of tho fair flower
of ParadUe blooming in our world d
pain.
