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AM old and I am
weary, and my
marching days
n r n'fr.
can hear the misty
river, breaking
on Its ghostly
alinro!
At the window, with my crutches, as the
daylight fades away,
I sit and watch the shadows 'neath the
hoary maples play;
It Is then I hear the music of a bugle loud
and shrill,
And the long roll In the twilight seems to
come from yonder hill;
But awake or dreaming ever I can sec the
old blue lines,
And again the army marches marches
underneath the pines.
With a tread that echoes ever In the vet
eran's heart to-day,
Marches still that grand old army, 'mong
the trees so far away:
And I see Its banners floating proudly
gainst the azure sky,
Just as though beneath my window It to
day were passing by;
I can recognize the comrades touching el
bows as of yore,
With a beautiful devotion that will live
forever more;
And the sun In cloudless heavens upon
blade and bay'net shines,
And the breezes stir tho pennons of tho
army In the pines.
Sitting here I count tho marches one can
never more forget,
I can see the gleaming camp-fires when
the stars their watch have set;
Yonder rides tho graybeard colonel, with
a comrade's smile for all,
That morning In the wilderness, ho was
the first to fall;
I remember how we laid him 'neath tho
dark green branches low,
And turned to meet the' charges of tho ever
valiant foe;
I seem to hear war's thunder as it rolled
along our lines,
Waking not the dear old colonel, sleeping
sweetly 'neath tho pines.
But my crutches oft remind mo that our
battle flags are furl'd,
That where we fought the angel Peace pro
claims to all the world
That love cements tho section's ami that,
brothers true to-day,
Beneath the starry banner fair stand both
the Blue and Gray;
The roses bloom In beauty where we heard
the mad shells scream,
And southern lilies grow beside the sauad-
ron guarded stream,
And everywhere, this sacred day, lovo
gratefully entwines
A fragrant wreath In memory of the army
In the pines.
Tho sound of music thrills me; they are
1 coming down the street,
17 I plainly hear upon the wind the tramp
of many feet;
With nature's treasures beautiful they
march again to keep
Memorial day and crown the boys where
side by side they sleep;
They see me at the window and salute me
as they pass,
I lift my hand and smile on them, but very
soon they pass,
My old, old eyes grow misty and I cannot
see the lines,
Though I seem to hear the army once again
among the pines.
There's another army marching 'neath
the heavens soft and blue,
Its leaders are not many now, Its privates,
too, are few;
Ono by one they cross the river to tho camp
where all Is still,
Where drums to battle never beat and
bugles never thrill;
Memorial day grows sweeter as tho long
years glide away,
And loving nature yields her gifts alike for
Blue and Gray;
And soon where tho last veteran sleeps
will creep the summer vines,
And evermore will silent bo the camps
among the pines.
T. C. Harbaugh, In Ohio Farmer.
It's still worse. You hnd just bettor
spend that $50 In btiyln' me an' the girls
some new clothes. Goodness knows, we
need 'em bad enough; I haven't had a
new dress since this lawln' business be
gan, five year ago; neither has the
girls."
Again the foot of ".Ma" Walker struck
the floor with a thump that was certain
ly Impressive, and her husband, finding
that he could accomplish nothing by
argument, left the house. If his wife
wouldn't consent he hnd no thought of
doing what he wished against her
wishes, nnd, besides that, the money
that he wanted was her own, the re
ceipts from her butter and egg sales.
No, the case would have to go over for
awhile, but ho wouldn't give it up, he
would tench his contrary brother the
needed lesson in time.
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T you ever goin'
to quit lawin'over
Unit shout V You
an' Josh have both
spent more'n its
worth fifty times
over, an'itain't no
nearersettledthan
itwusfiveyoarago.
Nol won't irive mv
consent to spendin' another nickel in
lawin'," and "Ma" Walker gave her foot
a determined stamp on the polished
kitchen floor to signify that she meant
. all she said.
To those who knew "Ma" Walker the
f stamp she gave meant much. Jler
- mind was made up, und no amount of
"coaxing and argument could change it.
She didn't intend to throw good money
after bad in a vain endeavor to get pay
ment for a four-dollar shout for which
they had already mortgaged the farm
for more than they could pay in the
next live years.
"But, Mn,' the lawyer says lie can git
a judgment in the next court, an' then
I want to teacli Josh that he can't have
..everything his own way. The lawyer
"says he'll only need $50 more."
"Hiram Walker, you might just as
well quit talkin', for I tell you I won't
consent to spendin another cent. 1 de
! clare to goodness, it's a downright
shame that two brothers can't get along
without spqndin' all they make in law
in'! It's bad enough for Josh, and for
you, what's got a family to care for,
In the dnrk days of '01 three brothers
responded to President Lincoln's call
for troops. They came from a quiet
farm home in one of the northern coun
ties of Indiana. All of them left home
for the bnttlellelds with a mother's
blessingonthelrheuds,but the mother's
heart went out especially to the young
est, "her baby." He was but a boy of 19
to whom the hard work of the farm had
always been more of a burden than his
frail body could bear, and for that rea
son he was made much of by the other
members of the family. But men were
needed, her sons thought it their place
to go, and it was not her part to stand
in the way of their duty to their country.
hard words, and all the comradeship of
the past was forgotten.
It was In the winter time, nnd both
brothers were fattening hogs for market-
The pens in which their hogs were
kept adjoined, and day after day they
had stood together and remarked about
the condition of the stock. One morn
ing as Joslah came out to the barnyard
lie found his brother counting his hogs,
and as he reached his side Hiram turned
to him and said:
"Josh, there's a board loose and one
of my shoats has worked Its way into
your pen. 1 think it's the spotted one
in the corner there."
"Guess you're mistaken, Hiram;
that's my pig; this old sow here is his
mother. You'll have to look again, Hi
ram, to find your slioat."
"But I guess I know my slioat when
I see It, Josh, and I tell you that spot
ted pig's mine. I'll git in an' catch It
and put it back in my pen."
"You'll do nothin' of the kind. That
spotted pig's mine, I tell yon, an you'll
let it alone where it is. 1 don't believe
you've lost a shoat, anyway."
And so the quarrel started. A pig
that either would have gladly given the
other had he asked it was to come be
tween them.
At his first opportunity Hiram car
ried out his intention of putting the pig
into his own pen, and In less than 24
Jiours afterwards he was arrested on
a warrant sworn out by his brother.
The case went through the justice
court with a decision for Joslah; when
appealed to the grand jury the decision
THE BROTHERS MEET.
Month after month wore away. The
mother watched anxiously for each
mail, and was occasionally rewarded
with a letter, always from "her baby."
Ho told her of his brothers, of the army,
of their camp life, of their marches and
their battles, but of himself he told her
little except that he was as well as usual.
But the mother read between the lines.
The hardships of campaigning was
wearing away "her baby's" health, and
how she longed for him.
And then one day a letter came from
Hiram. His brother, the mother's
"baby," was ill, and they would send
him home to her. She could feel al
most glad that he was sick for it would
bring him back. How carefully she
would nurse him, and by the time the
war was over he should be well again.
But the mother's hopes were not to be
realized. "Her baby" came home to her
only to be taken away again forever.
She watched beside his bedside; she did
all the many little things Unit only a
mother knows how to do, but without
success. Long before the war was over
they had laid him in the little cemetery,
and his furlough was extended into
eternity.
When the old folks died the farm of
more than !200 acres was left to Hiram
and Josiah Walker, to be divided equal
ly or worked together, as the brothers
might choose. For several years they
farmed their land together, and then
Hiram married. After that the land
was divided, Hiram taking the part on
which the home stood for himself and
his bride, and Josiah was to make his
home with them.
Added to the ties of blood were the
ties of comradeship on the battlefields
of the south, and they seemed insepar
able. Nothing, it seemed, could come
between them. They assisted each oth
er in their work, they shared each oth
er's earnings; they made it a point to
plant at the same time; they reaped
their crops at the same time, and tlicy
hold the products of their farms to the
same men. Their lives were the happy
ones of peace and good will.
Aud then came a time of doubt, of
was the other way. At a retrial the de
cision was again reversed, and then it
went to the state courts, where it was
tried time after time, until now it had
reached the supreme court, and Hiram
hoped to have the last decision against
him reversed.
During the progress of the case both
brothers had become heavily involved
in raising the money needed to pay
court and attorneys' fees. Hiram's
farm had been mortgaged, his crops
sold to pay the same kind of bills. The
needs of his family had counted for
naught against this legal monster. His
boy had left school that he might take
the place of a hired man and so save
that expense, as well as that incurred
by his schooling. The daughters had
done without the clothes they were ac
customed to. They and their mother
had worked over their old ones until
they would bear no more, and then
came this plea for just $50 more. 13very
plea of this kind had promised to be
the last one since tho case was first
started, and "Ma" Walker had finally
rebelled.
"I tell you, girls, something's got to
be done so's your father and Uncle
Josh'll make up this senseless quarrel
of theirs. I can't, for the life of me,
think how we're goin' to do it, but do
it we must. Can't one if you think out
borne plan?"
A little conference of mother and
daughters was being held in the kitch
en. They wanted clothes, and that
soon. Here was summer coming on and
all of their thin clothing was worn out
long before the last summer was over.
Something must be done to stop this
ravenous legal monster that was de
vouring them.
"1 don't know ns it'll work," replied
Mary, the youngest, "but anyway we
might try it"
"Try what?" cried "Ma" Walker.
"You know, ma, pa and Uncle Josh
always go to the cemetery Decoration
day to fix up Uncle Charley's grave.
That's one of the last requests Grand
ma Walker made before she died. She
said Charley was 'her baby,' and she
wanted his grave always kept nice.
Before this lawsuit pa and Uncle Josh
always went together on Decoration
day to trim the bushes and fix t lie sod
and put on the flowers, but now they go
by themselves, l'a always goes in the
afternoon and Uncle Josh In the morn
ing, and each takes care of one side of
tho grave. Maybe If we could get them
to go at the same time, and have them
meet there without knowing it the re
membrances might cause them to make
up again."
"I just believe it would, Mary, if we
could only do It, but your pa's so set in
his ways Unit he wouldn't go at any
time he thought Uncle Josh would be
there, and Uncle Josh wouldn't go H
he thought he'd meet your pa. I don't
see how we could work it, Mary, they're
botli that contrary," and "Ma" Walker
shook her head over the problem.
"But, ma, couldn't we make Uncle
Josh believe pa was going in I he morn
ing, or make pa believe Uncle Josh was
going In the afternoon," put in Jane.
"Now I never thought of that," and
"Ma" Walker beamed on her two daugh
ters. "It takes young heads for new
ideas, don't it. I'll just leave it for you
two girls to fix up. You've gut a way
of gettin' round them two men I never
could get."
HOUSEHOLD NOTES.
The morning of May 30 was as bright
and clear as anyone could ask. The
country people in the part of the coun
ty where the Walkers lived always made
tho day a holiday a day devoted to the
memories of the brave men who fell In
the civil war. Many of them had friends
and relatives buried on the battlefields
of the south, but there were but few
soldier graves in the little churchyard
cemetery at home. What few there
were, however, received tho offerings
of the entire community.
As Hiram Walker came in from the
barn after doing the chores of the morn
ing his wife asked how soon after din
ner he was going to the cemetery, say
ing she believed she would go with him.
"I guess I'll go this morning," he re
plied. "The girls tell me Josh lias took
a notion to annoy me by goin' in the
afternoon, an' l guess I'll let him have
his own way."
After the quarrel of five years before
Josinh hud built himself a house as
far from that of his brother as pos
sible, and at his place there was no sign
of his intention of varying his usual
custom of visiting the cemetery in the
morning. The girls had worked their
plans quite successfully, and the
chances were the brothers would meet
at u place where, for a time at least,
they must drop their quarrel over a
spotted pig.
Home Coiiimoti!iicc IIIIk of Inform!
lloit Glunticil for the HiiHy
HoiiHCwIfe.
Josiah Walker was kneeling beside
the little marble monument clipping
the dead branches out of a roue bush
over his brother's grave, when he be
came aware that some one was ap
proaching the grave from the other side
of the bush. Glancing around he saw
it was his brother. As he rose from
his position beside the bush Hiram
paused at the side of the grave opposite
him.
"Why do you come here at this time?"
demanded Josiah, thoroughly incensed
at what he considered an imposition.
"And why did you tell my girls that
you was comin' in tho afternoon," an
swered Hiram. "I came this morning
because you told them that."
"I never told the girls nothing of the
kind, and you know it. You come here
at this time to spite me."
The whole scheme that the girls anil
their mother had worked came to Hi
ram in a minute, and stepping a little
nearer he said:
"Josiah, the girls told me that, and
now i know why. They can't sec any
sense in this quarrel of ours, and want
us to forget it. They thought here at
('hurley's grave would be a good place
for us to meet. Don'tyou think it is?"
Without a word of reply Josiah ex
tended his hand across the grave, where
it met that of his brother.
"Hiram." he said, "we have quarreled
for many years. 1 thought I would
never, again speak a kind word to you,
but beside the grave where; our brother
and comrade sleeps our quarrel should
be forgotten for the time at least. Shall
it be?"
"Why not let it be forgotten for all
time, Josiah? Is a spotted pig worth
tiie amount of happiness it lias cost
us?"
"It was my pig, Hiram."
"No. it was mine, Josiah."
"Let's call it our pig, Hiram, ns it
really was?"
"That's best, Joslah. Now let's fix
up Charley's and mother's graves, and
then you must go home to dinner with
me, for 1 suspect 'ma' and the girls will
be expecting you."
The lawsuit was settled out of court.
"Ma" Walker and the girls got their
summer dresses, and abundant supply,
for they came from both fnrms, and Jo
siah is back at the old home ngain to
litis.
WRIGHT A. PATTERSON.
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Ono MlNfortiitio Avi'i'lcil.
Anxious Mother I think you should
interfere, Edward. There Is young
Stumps sitting for the last half-hour
with Mabel, holding her hand. You
know that he's not in a position to mar
ry! Father (complacently) True, butlet
him hold her hand, Martha. It will keep
her from the piano. Stray Stories
To powder parsley, dip tho bunch,
quickly into boiling water, to make It
a brilliant green, then put it In a hot
oven for a few minutes to dry thorough
ly. Break it Into lino flakes.
If your mandolin has been soiled nnd
greasy through being touched by moist
fingers, take a mixture of ono tcnspoon
ful of vinegar in four tcaspooufulB oC
water, and lightly wash tho parts af
fected. Then rub dry and contluuo to
rub with a dry, clean cloth, which must
bo entirely free from all rotighnesH.
After this, polish with some good furni
ture polish.
A few drops of oil of sandal wood,,
sold by druggists, dropped on a hot
shovel, will be found to dilTu.sc a most
agreeable balsamic perfume. In siek
rooms or confined apartments.
As a dentifrice salt and water will not
only cleanse but whiten the teeth, und
will harden the gums.
A well-known and successful exhib
itor of vegetables recently remarked
that asparagus was rarely properly
cooked when sent to the table, becauso
of tho practice of submerging tho whole
of tho stems in water, thus treating;
greeit tops and blanched bases alike
Tho proper way is to eoolc It erect, cov
ering tho blanched stem with water,
and leaving the green, tender tips .to bo
cooked by the steam, in this way tho
entire stem is completely cooked at tho
same time.
Before closing your houses for tho
summer, try this simple method of
preserving bright grates or Hrc-lroiiH
from rust. Make a strong paste from
fresh lime and water, and, with
brush, smear it as quickly as possiblo
over all the polished surface requiring
preservation. By this means all tho
grates and lire-irons in an tunpty house
may be kept for months without fur
ther care or attention.
The usual method for cleaning glovetr.
entails more or less expense, and fre
quently unpleasant odors. Try the fol
lowing one, which is as successful nu it.
is cheap. Have ready a littlu now millc
in ono saucer, a piece of towel or cloth
folded three or four times. On tho
cloth spread out tho glove smooth und
neat. Take, a piece of flannel, dip it in
milk, then rub oil' a good quantity of
soap with the wetted flannel, aud com
mence to rub the glove downward to
ward the fingers, holding it firmly with
the left hand. Continue this process un
til the glove, if white, looks a dingy
yellow, though clean; if colored, until it
looks dark and spoiled. Lay it to dry,
and old gloves will soon look new. They
will be soft, glossy, smooth, well-shaped
aud elastic.
Salt thrown on coals when broiling,
steak will prevent blazing from tho
dripping fat. When contents of pot or
pun boil over or are spilled, throw on
salt at once. It, will prevent a disagree
able odor, and the stove or range may bo
more readily cleansed. Cincinnati Com
mercial Tribune.
FAKIRS NJ VER MAKE MISFITSL
Tlie .Merry II uiiioiInI, Holt llurlUr,
l'lilloHophly.i-N on I In- "Short
CiiIm" o KikimIciIkis
A peddler comes along. "Want to
practice medicine? Well, it will take
you four, maybe live, years of tho hard
est kind of boning at this old dust
yard of a school; you come with w
and I'll uell you a diploma, good any
where, that'll cost you only ten or
twelve weeks' loafing and $J00." First:
thing we know we have a doctor in the
class. Another 'fakir comes along; finds,
u boy who wants to be a preacher; can,
preach a little, but he would like to he
a theologian. "All right," the fakir
says; "got a degree of 1). IX right here
in the desk; cost you $50; and an old
sermon." Boy gets it, frames it nndl
hangs it up in his study. Wears IiIk
1). I), around In public, proud a the
crow with the peacock feather. Yarn
might think these fellows would' get
a misfit some time, but they never dOi
never. A $50 degree fits a $50 nuuu
like the paper on tho wall. Same wiiyy
with all the "short-cut" honors. TIiV
fakirs are good tailors; they can rind
to do them justice (hey do make their.
wares to fit their customers every time..
And one popular class of "instructors"
In this line are the professors- -whoi
teach "short cuts" to wealth. Th'ti
do a free dispensary business with war
price profits, and they also keep a fin
ishing school in Canada. ttohert J,.
Burdette, In Ladies' Homo Journal
SI ri ! rr.v I'tKldliitr.
Sift iys cups of flour with one heap
ing teaspoonful baking powder into a
bowl; add one-quarter teaspoonful.
salt, one tablespoonful sugar and one
tahlesnoonful butter: rub IW lnt-
I fine in lhe Hour, mix the yolks of two
eggs with three-quarters of a cupful
milk; add it to the flour and mix all
together. Add last the two beaten,
whites. Fill the mixture in a butteredl
melon form. If a form is not haiuly
take a large kettle, butter It audi
sprinkle with bread crumbs, and fill
In the batter; close it tightly aud place
the pudding in a kettle with sutllcinnt
wafer to reach one-third up the form,,
boil 112 hours. Care ehould be tukuni
not to have too much water in thpket-
tie, as the water is apt to get Under the
cover and make the puddimr soirirv.-
' Sf. Louis Bepubllc.
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