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A Huntress.
That wicked witch, the wind,
A-hunting (roes to-day,
I hear her born on the echoes borne
Resounding far away.
I see her streaming hair.
Dusky and thin and long.
Its tresses trail through ether pale,
Her steed is wild and strong.
Sometimes she drives the clouds,
A merry chase at morn.
Full fast they fly across the sky,
All ragged and forlorn.
Or when the thunier rolls
Its terrors overhead.
With shriek and hollo she flies to follow ,
Those sounds of fear and dread. -
In leaping sheets of foam
She hurles the frightful wave;
Against the rocks like tempest shocks
The billows beat and rave.
The armies of the snow
She scatters far and wide,
Till deep they rest in the valley's breast,
Or on the mountain's side.
But best she loves to cha??
The dying leaves, that fall
Like banners rolled in blood and gold
Before her clarion call. . ,
Away, away, away!
Far over hill and dale,
The flying host i driven and tossed
Before that angry gale.
Oh wild and reckless witch!
When will your hunting oeaset
"While old earth lists my trumpet blasts
Shall shake its sleep and peace!
"When the day of God shall dawn.
His endless morning rise.
And the heavens roll like a preaching scroll
The stormy wituh wind dies. "
Rose Tkbry Cooke.
Have a Hobby.
"I know that there is a great deal
Bald about the folly of collecting bric-a-brac
and things," said a young matron
of a good deal of education and more
common sense, "but for my part I think
it's a good idea. It seems to me that
anyone would find it an advantage to
tnrn the thoughts into some special
channel; I don't care whether it's col
lecting pots and pans, cups and saucers
or interesting facts. I think I shall
devote my odd time and change to
making a collection of facts, pictures,
statistics, literature of all sorts, pro
ducts, and, indeed, everything that I
can learn about some special part of
the earth. Whether it be Alaska or
some point in South America I haven't
ntide up my mind, but it , is. charming
to have a special object in life and
know all about a certain thing.
Of course I don't mean to study one
fact or set of facts to the exclusion of
other things, but I do mean to turn
one's attention in a special direction,
so as to become thorough in one thing,
and avoid a smattering of knowledge,
and really be proficient an expert, as
one might say, in some special branch.
It is a great comfort to feel perfectly
at home on any g'ven subject
"Of course, it is important that this
collection fad be carried on with some
degree of common sense. This, as well
as any thing else, may be made absurd
and intrusive by lack of judgment, but
I think it will be a prominent feature
of the future, and that most people of
intelligence and culture will turn their
attention to some one or other phases
of life, and not be content until they
have made at least a fairly exhaustive
study of them." ,
The Afternoon Tea.
Every woman who makes any social
pretention whatever gives a tea or
a series of teas, more or less
elaborate, according to her means or
place. For this English importation,
"tea," is an elastic affair, and may
mean a simple cup of the beverage that
cheers, or be extended to a banquet
almost elaborate enough to be served
at a reception. The two new things
to serve in addition to the old favorites
are 'coffe-tea," which is not what it
suggests, a mixture of the two bever
ages, but a decoction brewed of the
leaves of the coffee plant as tea is
made; and coffee f rappe, a frozen mix
ture served from a punch bowl in little
dishes prepared especially for it
A pretty arrangement for an elabor
ate tea is to have one table where the
tea is poured in its pretty cups.
Sliced lemon and biscuits are passed
by an equally pretty maiden, who is
dressed in happy harmony with the
colors of her table. Another table for
chocolate, decked in a different color,
is presided over by another girl, and at
the third the frappe is served by the
third of the trio of graces. A little
table near is covered with a cloth and
supplied wit'a fancy cakes, salted
almonds, preserved ginger, bonbons
and biscuits, and the ladies help them
selves to these dainties as they stand
about chatting over their cups of tea.
Every wise hostess knows thct a well
trained maid or man is an absolute
necessity at thews functions, for the
modern Hebe who presides over tbe
feast is not so faithful a enp-bearer as
was her prototype of Olympian fame.
When Asked to Receive.
If one of your women-friends asks
you to "rejeive" with her at any
function she has a definite reason for so
doing. She doesn't expect yon to spend
with her all the afternoon and do noth
ing but greet and disinbw guests that
is her special privilege as hostess.
The unwritten law for those who are
asked to receive with the h'mtess is
otherwise. It is their part to do what
the hostess, who is busy with incoming
guests, can not da
Thrae assistants mi; at the first
stand in line with the host ma until the
rooms beg'n to be filled; then they
should gradually withdraw, leaving
only one of the number to art as special
assistant to the hottest, and it should
be their special mission to break up the
stiff little pauitus following introduc
tions to see that timid and issolated
people are brought among those who
have the mo-t savoir faire, to invito
guexta out ta the dining-room, and see
that they are properly served, to make
the stranger feel specially welcome), to
break up little groups of intimates; in
short to difuse a sweet and gracious
courtesy everv-where, to' make every
guest feel that he or she is an object of
special consideration, to do what no
hostess, no matter how fine her tact.
can accomplish, because she cannot
make a dozen people of herself all at
once.
A Woman's View.
Don't starve your love of beauty.
Charming colors and graceful forms are
as necessary to some people's lives as
food itself. They may exist without
them, but it will be about as joyous as
a country walk in a dense fog. An
etching or a graceful bit of China will
not keep one warm, it is true, but it
will go far toward making one forget
soma . disagreeable thing., . There is a
poor woman who sews in a Bowery
clothing store, and who always has a
pict are card or a bit of bright ribbon
fastened on one corner of her machine.
She says it rests her to look at it now
and then.
Some one very wise, I think Emerson,
says the love of beauty is the strongest
feeling save pne, motherhood, that ex
ists in human nature. From the sav
age who daubs his skin with crude pig
ments to the refined woman who sur
rounds herself with works of art from
eveiy country under the sun, everybody
shows the same longing. So don't de
prive yourself of what you have every
right to desire. Your tea will taste
better out of the pretty cup, and you
will not tire so soon of your work if
you look up every now and then at
something pretty, even if it is only a
patent medicine calendar covered with
children's faces.
, , Have Scripture for It
We have scripture for it that those
who appeal to the sword shall perish
by the sword, and the text has peculiar
significance apropos of the question of
woman's emancipation from certain
irking conventions. We easily excuse
the grossly wronged woman that slays
her letrayer, and we sometimes ap
plaud the woman who horsewhips her
traducer, but even the most passionate
advocate of woman's rights must dimly
perceive that all this may be carried
too far.
Woman's weakness has hitherto been
her defense, and when she elects to
substitute some other defense she
must, of course, abandon that which
has thus far served her 60 well. Vener
ation for 4women is probably carried
nowhere upon earth so far as in our
own Southern States,and the Southern
woman is, as a rule, the most helpless
of her sex in the presence of violence
or of such problems as she has been ac
customed to leave to the solution of
men. Yet two Southern women have
just been lynched by a mob of men be
cause they elected to abandon the soft
ness of their sex and to make them
selves part of the outlaw band com
posed of their father and brothers.
Young women to-day find it irksome
that, simply because they are women,
they may not visit without escort en
tirely reputable places, and may not
venture forth at night alone and un
protected. It is highly probable that
should young women generally take to
pistol practice or carry loaded canes
they might presently find themselves
nearly as safe as men are in going
about the streets by day or night But
should women thus appeal to physical
force they would soon miss the thou
sand and one attentions and the deli
cate consideration that they now re
ceive at the hands of most men, and
they must speedily find that they had
made a poor exchange for the reason
able security afforded by the gallantry
of the opposite sex.
Klch Women' Idle Honrs.
"How do wealthy women spend their
idle hours?" was a question propounded
to me by a young friend a few days
ago.
"Do you think they really have an
idle time?" I said in reply.
"Oh, yes," my questioner replied. "I
am sure they have."
I remembered the query some days
after, and having occasion to call upon
some wealthy1 women of the exclusive
set, I inquired as to their idle hour in
dulgences. One woman informed me
that she made all her own underwear,
which, upon seeing, I found showed
evidence of an accomplished needle; an
other lady said she painted; another
was interested in school matters and
dabbled in literature, and before J got
through I came to the conclusion that
wealthy women were as industrious,
considering the many social calls upon
them, as the working woman.
Vanity of Female Prisoners.
One of the most striking pecularities
of female prisoners is the strong per
sonal vanity which remains with most
of them until the last, no matter what
other traits prison life crushes out
The wearing of prison uniform is a
great blow to them. It never occurred
to them that they would have to take
off all thefr pretty little trinkets and
ornaments and wear the ugly convict
garb, and they plead for a ribbon or a
ring more pitifully than they would for
food. But when it comes to cropping
their hair close, that is the finishing
touch; you'd think .their hearts would
break. They may have remained stolid
and stoical all through their trial, re
ceived their sentence even in silence;
but when it comes to cropping off their
treasured locks, their pleadings, and .
prayers, and tears and cries would I
mora a heart of stone.
FlinOral Train
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EMERGED FROM AN ANCIENT
ENGLISH-CEMETERY.
William F. Stead, Kdllor of the Review
or Itevlews, Telle of a Kruiarkaula
Kiperlenre He Once Had at knotty
Ash It Has a Sequel. '-'
I was proceeding leisurely on foot to
Broadgrcen, England, when on passing
the church at Knotty Ash, my atten
tion was suddenly arrested by the
strange and uncanny appearance of its
graveyard. The time was then shortly
after midnight. The whole burying
ground seemed alive and glistening with
a thousand small bluish lights, which
appeared to creep in and out of the
different graves, as if the departed
A FUNERAL TRAIN
spirits were taking a midnight ramble.
I stood petrified, not knowing what to
make of it, at the same time experi
encing a feeling of horror which sud
denly took possession of me.
Just at this moment the moon,
which had hitherto been more or
less obscured by a panorama of passing
clouds, came, as it would seem, to my:
assistance, giving me for a very short
time the benefit of her companionship.-
And now appeared the most startling
phenomenon of all, a phenomenon
which caused my hair to stand on end
with fright, a cold numbness of horror
paralyzing me in every limb, for, ad
vancing up the road directly opposite to
me; came a funeral train, the coffin
borne along with measured tread,
covered with ah immense black pall,
which fluttered up in the midnight
wind. ,
At first I thought I must surely be
dreaming, and therefore pinched myv
self in the arm to ascertain if this was
really the case. But no, I certainly
was not, for I distinctly felt the nijty
and was therefore satisfied as to my
wakefulness. What could it all mean?
I asked myself as the cortege gradually
approached me, and I began fo distin
guish the general outlines of the bear
ers. These appeared to be elderly men;
and to have lived in a bygone age. All
were dressed in the costume of the lat
ter part of the eighteenth century."
They wore tie-wigs, and some had
swords, as well as walking sticks,
mounted with death's heads. I ob
served only one really joung man
among the crowd of followers, " walk
ing just behind the coflin. His youth,
in comparison with the others, perhaps
made me take especial notice , of him.
He was dressed in what appeared to be
black velvet, -4he whiteness of his ruf
fles standing out in marked contrast
to the sombre nature of his general at
tire. He carried a sword, had diamond
buckles in his shoes, and wore his pow
dered hair in a queue. The face of this
young man was deathly pale, as were
also the faces of all the others accom
panying him. 1
instead of the procession advancing
to the gate at which I stood, it turned
suddenly and entered the burial ground
by the one situated at a few yards dis
tance. As the coffin was borne through
this gate all the blue spirit lights
seemed to rise from the graves as if to
meet the cortege for the purpose of es
corting the body to its last resting
place; these awful lights added con
siderably to the ghastliness of the
scene as they floated over the coffin and
heads of the mourners. Slowly the
procession glided up the pathway,pass
ingthe main entrance of the church and
continuing its way in a straight line,
finally disappearing at the back of the
edifice.
Where this most extraordinary fun
eral went to or what became of it I can
not tell; but this much I distinctly
aver that coffin, mourners and lights
even the pale, flickering moon-light
all disappeared as mysteriously as they
came, leaving me standing in the dark
ness, transfixed with astonishment and
fright. Upon gathering together my
somewhat scattered senses I took to my
heels and never stopped until I found
myself safe in my own house. In fact,
I hardly remember how I got home.
After recovering a little from the
shock .1 immediately aroused a
female relative, who had re
tired for the night, and re
lated to her the above particulars. She
assured me that I must have been suf
fering from mental hallucination, but
seeing the great perturbation of my
mind, and at the same time knowing
my natural skepticism with regard to
all so-called supernatural phenomena,
she came to the conclusion that, after
all, I might possibly have seen what
has bcen described above.
The next day I made inquiries at the
neighborhood of Knotty Ash, and as
certained from a very old woman that
she remembered a story in her youth
having reference to the mysterious and
sudden death of an old occupant of
Thingwali hall, who was hastily and
quietly buried, she thought at mid
night, in old Knotty Ash churchyard.
If so was this a ghastly repetition of
tha event, got up for my benefit, or
wan It a portent intended to foreshadow
the coming of the dread visitor to my
self? Now, as I have before stated, I am no
Ghostly
b,,'u'T'r in ghosts, but rertainly this
j very remarkable exnerien -e of mine
has entirely upset all my previously
conceived notions of the subject, leav
ing me in, a quandary of doubt. On the
evening upon which I saw the myateri
ous midnight funeral at Knotty Ash I
was exceedingly wide awake; had met
several cyclist on the Prescott rond,
with whom I conversed, and had like
wise refreshed, myself at the public
drinking fountain plai-rd at the top of
Thomas lane. Strange that a few hun
dred yards further down the road I
should encounter so ghastly an experi
ence an experience I shall never for
get to my. dj iug day.
W. T. Stkad.
SAW A CHOST.
A Peculiar Story Keckted In Lord
Hroagham's Memoral.
When one comes to the question of
the apparition, pure and simple, que of
the best known leading cases is that
recorded by Lord Brougham, who was
certainly one of the hardest headed
persons that ever lived. The story is
given as follows in the first volume of
"Lord Brougham's Memoirs":
A most remarkable thing happened
,Lto me, po remarkable that I must tell
the story from the beginning.. After I
left the High school I went with U- ,
my most intimate friend, to attend the
classes in the University. There was
no divinity class, but we frequently in
our walks discussed many grave sub
jects among others, the immortality
of the soul and a future state. This
question, and the possibility of the dead
appearing to the living, were subjects of
much . speculation, and we actually
committed the folly, of drawing
lip an agreement, written with
Our blood, to the effect that
whichever of us died first should ap
pear to the other, and thus solve any
doubts we had entertained of the "life
tffter death." After we had finished
our classes at the college, O went
to India, having got an appointment
there in the civil service, lie seldom
wrote to me, and after the lapse of a
few years I had nearly forgotton his
existence One day I had
Ltaken, as I have said, a warm bath, and
while lying in it and enjoying
the comfort of the heat I
turned my head r round, looking
toward the chair on which I had
deposited my clothes as I was about
to get out of the bath. On the chair sat
O -, looking calmly at me. How I
got out of the bath I know not, but on
recovering my senses I found myself
sprawling on the floor. The appari
tion, or whatever it was that had taken
tfie likeness of (i , had disappeared.
This vision had produced such a shock
that I had no inclination to talk about
if, or to speak about it even to Stewart,
but the impression it made upon me
was too vivid to be easily forgotten,
and so strongly was I affected by it
that1 1 have here 'written down the
whole history, with the date, Dec. 19,
and ail the particulars, as thev are
f now fresh' before me.' Kb doubt, i had
OK rm CHAIR SAT 8,
fallen asleep, and that the appearance
presented so distinctly before my eyes,
was a dream I cannot for a minute
doubt; yet for years I had
had no communication with G ,
nor had there been anything
to rrecall him to my recollection.
Nothing had taken place concerning
our Swedish travels connected with
G , or with Innia, or with anything
relating to him, or to any member of
his family. I recollected quickly
enough our old discussion, and the
bargain we had made. I could not dis
charge from my mind the impression
that G must have died and that his
appearance to me was to be received by
me as a future state. This was on
Dec. 19, 1799. In Oct., 18(52, Lord
Brougham added as a postscript: "'1
have just been copying out from my
journal the account of the strange
dream, 'Ccrtissima mortis imago!'
and now to finish the story began about
sixty years since. Soon after my re
turn to Edinburgh there arrived a let
ter frra India announcing 's death,
and stating that he died on Dec, 19."
AN AUDIENCE OF ONE.
ven a Sensational Preacher Does
Not
Always Create a Herniation.
It is not very often that a preacher
of national reputation is met at a pub
lished appointment by a congregation
of one. But that is what happened
once to the famous Parson Brownlow
the Swift of a provincial age and place.
It was before the war, when he was
about equally venomous against the
Baptists and the Abolitionist. The
fame of his controversy with both filled
several States. Somehow, though,
when he stepped Into the pulpit of a
Methodist church in Clarksville, Tenn.,
notoriously a Methodist town, he found
himself with just one auditor. The
sexton even had gone away after open
ing the doors and ringing the bell.
The par&on looked about him for a
minute, then lifted his hands and said:
"Let us pray," The prayer was long
and fervent, but nobody came. At the
close of it the minister courageously
sang a hymn. Still there were no
more listeners.
lra wing a long breath the preacher
sajd: "hisler, we will be dismissed,"
then repeated the benediction, grabbed
his bat and overcoat, und took the next
train bom.
MUMPING THE BOUNTY."
N ARMY OFFICER TELLS TALES
OF WAR TIMES.
Itetulir Orje..l Itureaa of
'llounljr Jumpers' They Worked
the Glint for All The e Hu la
II Lincoln'! K nd ms.
"And phat is yer b'y Phaliru doln'
now. Mistress Maloney?"
"Sure, it's ov'ment employ he is
in now, and a foine job he has. irl
dadc Every wake or two he comes
home wid lashin's of greenbacks and
batthers down the dure with a new
gold watch. " '
"Faith, an' it is a nate job entirely,
and phwat do they call it?" ,
"Indade, I disremeraber the exact
name, but I think they call it 'leppin'
the bounty.
rhelim's experience in 1368 was
that of a good many thousands during
the hardest days ol the rebellion, says
the Springfield Republican. The
drafts ordered by. the president were
being rigidly en 'orced. A man whose
name was on the fated list of con
scripts had but one alternative the
ranks or providing a 'substitute."
, By the provisions of the1 act of con
gress authorizing the druft, $300 was
the allowance for these substitutes.
But as the war progressed and every
body's name was on the provost
marshal s books that is every citizen's
name who had ever voted or was an
elegible voter the price rose in pro
portion to the scarcity of available
material for substitutes, till in some
of the smaller states in New England
and in many Western neighborhoods,
large sums, from f 1.200 to H2.000
even, were paid by those who'were
drafted, and the quotas of each county
ami town being duly apportioned, the
citi:ens thereof voted county and town
bounties, and these sums,' added to
the state and nationm bounties, made
up a very respectable iuducemant to
young men to enlist
This state of affairs held out every
temptation to unprincipled men to en
list for the sake of the bounty. Many
such enlistments were made by for
eigners and not few Americans, most
of them with no family ties and no re
gard for them if they had. did the
same thing. They enlisted for the
money, pure and simple, and a. little
perjury here and there was a small
matter to such elastic consciences.
The substitu'e was in a strange part
of the country, and sworn to the fact
that he was an alien, or at any rate
had never voted, and enlisted only for
bounty, meant to desert when he could.
Another class was composed of men
recruited to fill up regiments already
in the field. They received similar
large bounties, had no more intention
of fighting than the substitutes had,
and were in great part especially in
cities, graduates of jails and peniten
tiaries, good enough food i for powder
"if their teeth were ' strong enough to
bite a "hard-tack."
YVrhen these men had passed their
medical examination, signed their en
listment papers and duly perjured
themselves according to law, they
were put into Unitod States uniforms,
furnished with blanket, knapsack, hav
ersack and canteen and' sent, under
guard, to some receiving depot, where
they remained till they were forward
ed to the several rogiments to which
they were accredited. In these tem
porary depots, especially in large cit
ies like New York, Philadelphia and
Boston, there was, a complete reign of
terror. Strength and brutality were
uppermost. , Half a dozen rulians
would attack a small-sized man and
take his money from him. To com
plain was . useless; it was impossible
to identify the money or to fix the
offense, in general, upon any one indi
vidual. From time to time these recruiting
depots were thinned out by sending
the men to various camps until enough
were Collected for any designated reg
iment Troops from the East were
sent to Camp Grant and to Camp Tay
lor, four or tive miles from Washing
ton, the former boin only for drafted
men and the other for substitutes and
recruits newly enlisted '
I had charge of the latter camp
during the winter of 1864-5, 'and of
all the ungracious work I ever had to
do in the army that was the meanest
To start with. I had control of a shift
ing, varying class of humanity, as
"hard" a lot as ever assembled in a
penitentiary, with none of the re
straints which are thrown about the
latter place, witn no possibility of
maintaining more than a semblance of
discipline I had all the 'responsibili
ties of a prison warden, without his
means of enforcing obedience, and I
am satisfied that a year' of such work
would have brutalized me beyond re
demption. As it was, I found my
character not, I trust, an ungentle
one.- deteriorating from day tOi day
under such debasing influences, and I
was truly-thankful when transferred
to a more congenial line of duty.
. Camp Taylor covered in all an area
of about fifteen acres, surrounded by
no stockad . but instead with an
armed guard of the Veteran Reserve
corps, an organization of which those
of the present generation know noth
ing. It was composed of soldiers who
had been wounded severely enough to
prevent them from doing more serious
duty in the field. Many of these men
ld received very little bounty on en
listing; some none at all and it is not
to be wondered at that they felt ag
grieved at seeing these roughs with
hundreds of dollars in their pockets,
enjoying life after their fashion, gam
bling and loafing and idling away the
slow hours, while they, who had
borne the heat and burden of the day
were living along, wounded and get
ting a mere pittance.
Nor is It to be wondored at, either,
that a hundred-dollar bill, deftly ad
ministered by a rocruit who wanted to
dMrt should make his guards tem
porarily blind for a few minutes or
accidentally turn his back to permit
an escape. J'ully 14 per cent of th
men in camp were missing every
week, and never 5id the morning re
port show leis than ton or twelve
missing out of 500 or 600.
There was a regularly organized
buret u for "bounty jumpers.'' It had
its headquarters in Washington,
knowrvof course, only to its patrons
and directors, it hod its branches In
every large city. It had its "under
ground railroad," as the Abolitionists
had. It had its secret places of inno
cent exterior, where deserters were
boarded, furnished with citizens'
clothing and disguises of various
kinds.
In fine, nothing was wanting to en
able a man to enlist, get his bounty,
make his escape, get to another part
of the country and enlist again and
again desert Substitute brokers got
rich, the army suffered, scoundrels
flourished and waxed fat Occasional
ly a bounty jumper was caught and
two or three were shot But the Kind
heart of President Lincoln generally
commuted their sente&ce to imprison
ment at the Dry Tortugas, and finally,
soon after the termination of the war,
they were all set free under a general
amnesty. i
LIFE'S SUNSHINE.
A Hubin! Whose EfTjrti Were Not Ap.
pree'ated. ','
He asked me for a night's lodging
in Park row the other night
"Why don't you go home?" I asked
slowly.
"That's what I don't understand
myself," he said vaguely, hitching at
his suspenders.
"You have a home, ehP''
"Sorter." ; :
"And a wife?"
"Well rather."
Children?"
"Kinder."
"Then why on earth don't you go
home?"
Should I tell you. sure' shootin' ?"
'Certainly. You say that you have
a home. What do you mean by ask
ing for cash to go to a hotel? It
seems incredibla "
He came a little nearer. He puck
ered up his face. He gasped several
times. Then he whispered:
"Shoo, softly!"
Yea"
'She scolds!" , , :
"What?"
"She scolds! 1 done all I could to
tame her down. No good. She's got
the most infernal notioa of scolding
you ever seed. I went oft on a little
picnic a day or two ago; I'm afraid to
go home; 1 want tor go, too; but, from
experience, 1 know what's waitin' fer
me? Think L'd go home? Oh, no!"
"Do you do all you can to make
home congenial?" .
"I guess I do! I work sometimes
when I g ita a job; once ,1 - bought a
barrel of flour, about a year ago; once
I bought, her a bull pew dressy once I
paid 'i cash, by jingo, fer an oilcloth
fer the kitchen, wot warn't no use in
this world, but wot 1 buyed just to
humor her. Say, do you know wot,
eh?"
tV-hat?"
"She scolds worser ner worser!
Well, if you don't wantor sympathize
with a poor man in his sorrers, all I
can say is. may heaven save yer from
a scoldin' woman. I do all I kin to
make her life sunshine, but its no go,
nohow."
And he dried a failing tear and
moved slowly toward a beer hall
New York Recorder. .
History Handed Down.
Little Willie "Say, wasn't you in
the war with my father?"
Gen. Gore-Hunter "Yes, sir, I was.
I was with your father, my boy. in the
memorable affair of Chestnut Rib.
Ah, that was a day! Shells bursting
all around; bullets flying like hail;
men mowed down like grass. My son,
that was a day!"
Little Willie ' 'And didn't you run ?"
Gen. Gore-Hunter "What! I run?
I, with the ancestral blood of three
grenadiers .and a French marshal
coursing through my veins? I see my
self now being pursued by the enemy!
Ha, ha! Run? That's' a good joke.
Run? Ha! No, Willie. I should say I
didn't run."
Little Willie (slowly and decisive
ly) "Then pop lied" New York
Truth.
The Force of Example.
Distracted Mother Boys,- this must
stop! Willie, I heard you call your
brother a ha; and a horse-thief. What
does this mean? ,.
Willie Nothin', mother. Me and
the rest was only playln1 we were a
p'lltlcal convention. Pittsburg Bul
letin. ' .
. , PICKED UP.
An old Continental bat worn in 1787 is
the treasured relic of a Coatosvuie, Pa.,
gentleman. The hat belonged to his
uncle.
After a Heattle man bad spent 85,000
and traveled extensively for ten months
to recover hi voice it came back to Mm
without costing cent "
Waahlngton U sflll tbe baven of honey
moon tourUts, and It Is also a great town
for waddings, tbe percentage of marriage
there being greater than In other cities of
its size.
A member of a New York china firm
says the very latest fad in New York so
ciety is for all a girl's Intimates to send
ber teacups on tbe announcement of bar
engagement.
A horse jockey in Aroostook, county,
Ms., repented bi sharp practices, joined
tbs cburcb, and announced that, if be bad
taken unfair advantage of any on In a
bona trade, be would be glad to square
things by paying tbe difference hi cash.
It was scarcely daylight next morning
wben a neighbor who connlrli.red that be
bad been ' rowte I ' in a swap with the
newly converted Jockey, made bis appear
ance at tha letter's door, remarking that
be bad "come early to avoid tbe rtub."
Tit jockey promptly settled tbe cast.