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During reconstruction day Captain
Kobe Clark and bit lieutenant, Reyn
olds, guerrillas, were cast Into prison
and sentenced to be ihoL Clark bad
powerful friend, who were confident
ef bla release, bnt Reynolds, from
Memphis, was without hope of sue
ear. The prison at Knoxville, TeniL,
was an Iron care la a big room, whose
window had bo sign of a glass, and
through the long winter Clark and
Reynolds were confined there. For
awreral months they suffered the agon
ies ef the damned. At last as the
time for Reynolds' execution approach
ed H was noticed that he was going
erasy. Clark declares to this day that
Reynolds did sot touch a morsel of
feed for three weeks. He would moan
and sigh and twirl bla thumbs after
the manner of a craxy person, recog
nise no eae and laugh Insanely In
Clark's face whenever be tried to con
sole htm. Clark waa sure of bla in
sanity. Army surgeons and local
physicians passed open the case and
Reynolds was Anally discharged as
a laaatlc.
Clark's friends finally secured hie re
lease and hurried bin eat ef Knox
ville. Two entered a carriage with
him two of bis old soldier and
drove toward the mountains as bard
as possible In the dead ef night Reach-
lag a bouse In a dense forest they
stopped and asked bhn to follow them
to a back room. The halls were dark
ened, and la the room there was only
the light of a candle. On the bed In
the corner lay a man, moaning, sigh
lag, twirling bla thumbs and siring
ether evidences of Insanity. Clark rec
ognised Reynolds.
"Poor, poor fellow," he said, lean
ing over the lieutenant to stroke his
forehead. , -A tear came in his eye as
be looked at the wreck of bis faithful
. officer.
One of the soldiers shut the door.
.'locked it and approached the bedside.
"It's all right, Reynolds, this is the
captain," he whispered. .
Reynolds tore off the blanket, sprang
op with a glad cry, and threw bis
. anna around Clark's neck.
"Great God, Captain, didn't I do It
well?" be said.
They made all possible baste and
- oon reached New Orleans, where Clark
felt that Reynolds would be compara
tively safe. One night as they left
the opera and bad reached a lamp In
the street an officer touched Clark on
the shoulder.
"I want you," be said. "Make no
fuss about It, but come quietly."
Clark pinched Reynolds' arm and
signified that be must fly. The lieu
tenant needed no second warning.
Then Clark asked tbe officer what be
was wanted for.
"Hansine?" said tbe latter. "1 have
been on your trail for three weeks.'
"But maybe you have the wrong
aa. My name is Reuben Clark."
Tbe officer took from bis pocket
botograph of Reynolds and exam
Ined It and Clark under the lamp. In
stantly be saw his mistake and began
to swear.
"That Is a likeness of my friend,
who has Just left us." said Clark, cool
ly. "His name la "
"Reynolds!" shouted tbe officer. JTve
got tbe wrong man!"
Well, Reynolds was never caught.
Be Is living In Memphis to-day, I be
lieve, and has grown rich. Clark Is
rich, too, but that long term In the
Iron csge affected his mind, and be Is
the most absent-minded man In Amer
ica. New York Press.
Lyon aad Jaekaoa.
In a graphic way Col. John A. Joyce
tells In the St. Louis Republic about an
interview between Lyon and Governor
Claiborne Jackson. Rather, he telle
it aa be remembers General Blair's tell
ing It to him. Whether It Is exact his
tory or not may be left to those who
may have opportunities for investiga
tion. Here is what Joyce gives aa
Blair's account:
"Well, there Isn't much to telL It
was short, sharp, decisive. There were
only six of us present 'Clalb.' Jack
non, the Governor, Sterling Price and
Tom Snead represented the Confeder
ate cause, while Lyon, Major Conant
and myself stood out for tbe Union.
Lyon opened the ball by saying that
I would do the talking fo the Govern
ment, as the authorities at Washington
had confidence in my loyalty. Gover
nor Jackson first said: 'I do not want
tbe Government to enlist trjopa In
Missouri or march Its soldiers across
the State.'
"I could see that tbe only reason Jack
son asked for the conference at all was
to gain time and make sure Missouri
honld enter rebellion. We talked pro
and con for about three hour, and the
more we talked tbe further apart we
found ourselves. -
"1 could see by the flaah of Lyon's
cy,and his compressed lips that he
was getting madder and madder as the
discussion progressed, and while he
suggested that I should do tbe talking,
he soon took the lead himself, and threw
out bis national Ideas like hot shell out
of a cannon.
"I saw at once that tbe fiery Captain
was about to break up tbe conference,
when. Anally, In reply to Governor
Jackson, be said: 'Rather than con
cede to tbe State of Missouri tbe right
to demand that tbe national govern
ment snail not enlist troops within ber
Bwrders er bring soldiers Into tbe State
whenever It please and move them at
Its will Into, out of, or througb tbe
tats; ratber than concede to tbe State
of Missouri for one single momeat tbe
right to dictate to tuy government in
any matter, however trivial, I would
see (pointing to each of us) you, and
you, and you, and you, and every man.
woman and child in the State dead and
buried.'
"Then, pointing directly at Governor
Jackson, be said: This means war! In
an hour one of my officers will call and
give you safe conduct through my
lines.'
"And then, turning on bis heel, with
out a look or word, be rushed out of
tbe room with rattling spurs and clank
ing saber, tbe personification of Na
poleonic defiance and action.
"We looked at each other In blank
amazement for a few momenta, made
a few personal remarks, when Conant
and myself bid good-by to our Jefferson
City friends, and from that moment to
tbe dose of tbe civil war we were open
enemies."
Balablave aad CTaaacellorevilta.
Letter to Kearney Republican: Yams
Interesting reference to the Crimean
war brings to mind Tennyson's tinea,
which have Immortalised the "Charge
of the Light Brigade."
No one who was present In tbe ranks.
as was the writer, can well forget tbe
opening fire of "Stonewall" Jackson's
30,000 veteran when be surprised
Booker's right after sunset at Chan
celiorvllle In IMS. This wing of tbe
army was rolled back upon itself with
frightful loss and confusion by tbe
advancing rush of tbe Confederatea
For a time the worst fears were enter
tained by those who were In Imme
diate command of the Union force.
At this moment Major Keenan, with
about 800 cavalry, was ordered to tbe
charge "to bold tbe enemy back at all
cost" until tbe guns then "parked on
the bin." were "placed" to save the
army. Tbe order was weu unaererooa
by this brave officer and Immediately
executed, 300 against "twice 10.000
gallant foes." Keenan's command waa
annihilated, "nor came one back bla
wounds to tell" Tbe following la a
selection from the lines, "Keenan's
Chars. ChanceHorsvlUe. 1863," which
should be read and remembered.
With dank of scabbard! and thnnder ol
steeds,
Aad blades that shine like sooHt reeds.
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail.
Three hundred Penneylvanians close
On twice ten tttooeand gaUaot foes.
Line after line the troopers csme
To the edge of the wood that was ringd
with flame;
Rode in and sabered snd shot and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to telL
Aad full In the midst rose Keensn, tall
In tbe gloom, like a martyr eweitinc hit
fall
While the circle stroke of his saber,
'Round Ma head, like a halo there, lumin
oat hang.
Line after line, aye, whole platoons.
Struck dead In their saddles, of brevi
dragoons.
Br the maddened horses were onward
borne
And into the vortex flung, trampled aad
torn;
As Keeoan fought with hia men, side by
side.
So they rode until there were no mors to
ride.
But ever them, lying there, sbattered aad
mate.
What deep echo rolls? Tia a death aa
late
From the cannon in place; for, heroes,
yon braved
Toor fate not in vein; the army w
SSTSd!
ALFRED KING
1 rested the Prteoaer.
"When I was in Washington last Ave
years ago," said Gen. Cblpman, "I bad
a delightful meeting with Col. W
Avery, of Georgia, which recalled one
of tbe most romantic Incidents of my
career In the army.
"I bad been pretty badly shot up a
Donelson, and at Corinth found It
necessary to take a resting spell, being
unfit for active service. A citlxen of
that place tendered me tbe hospitalities
of his borne, which I gladly accepted,
for there were but few comforts In tbe
hospital. While recuperating from my
wounda I became acquainted with a
young Confederate captain of cavalry
named Avery- He was a prisoner, but
was allowed the freedom of the place
on bla word of honor. I never saw a
man so eager to get back to bis com
mand to resume fighting, and I soon
began to take an Interest In btm. He
Implored me to get blm an exchange,
for be would not accept freedom on
condition of not bearing arms against
the Union.
"This aaa a hard thing to do, but I
finally got our general's consent to tbia
proposition: That if Avery could se
cure tbe release of a certain Union col
onel the Confederates had captured,
be might remain with bis own people;
be was to be passed through
the lines, and If be failed to have tbe
Federal officer released Inside of thirty
days, then he was to come back and
give himself up. To this offer be gave
hia solemn assurance, and we let blm
go. I doubted very much whether be
would succeed, for the exact locality
of the Union colonel was unknown, but
I would have staked my life on Avery's
honor.
"Well, he bad a long and tedious
search for tbe man be wanted, and aa
the time waa nearly up, bad started
back, almost heartbroken at bis fall
are. He would make bis word good
and put himself once more In tbe bands
of the enemy. But fortune was on hi
side; In an out-of-the-way place In
Western Georgia he came across tbe
Yankee be bad been searching for so
eagerly, and there were two very bap-
py men when that meeting took place.
The Georgian went back to bla com
oanr. and when tbe war ended was
colonel of a regiment." Washington
Post
No man can be batmr without a
friend, nor be sure of bis friend till be
Is unfortunate.
HI Ff.LT INSULTtO.
Old Iae Tee Umm apHsae to CH
- of Me AMUtr as a Ceea,
"1 was la a little villa In the south
era part ef Humboldt County a fee
days age," related a traveling man, and
waa arttlag en a dry goods box In froal
of tbe only store la tbe place trying tc
sell the proprietor a bill of goods, when
we observed a bare-beaded man tear
lag down tbe trail a quarter of a milt
us tbe mountain.
"Wonder whafs arter 1m," mused
the store-keeper, as he stopped the
progress of bis Jackkolf e In tbe mlddls
of a shingle.
Bang! went a rifle, and a little cloud
of dust flew up behind the man who
waa running. He Jumped about ten
feet sideways, let out a yell and then
came floundering down the trail. Bang
went another shot, aad a bunch ol
leave dropped from a buah over his
id. Then we saw a grtcsled old
mountaineer a couple of hundred yards
farther up the mountain in hot pursuit
Every time be caught alght of tbe flee
ing man he stopped and took a abet at
him. A couple of minutes later a Ban
Francisco attorney staggered into tb
store and begged for protectioa.
"'Whafs the matter T asked the
store-keeper.
He's trying to murder mer gasp
ed the attorney, a be crawled undei
a counter.
"Tbe store-keeper locked tbe doon
Just as tbe pursuer came up.
" "What's the trouble. IkeT be In
quired through tbe chink of tbe door.
" Where's that tbar varmint? Let
me at 1m. Let me burn a trail throogH
hi vitals,' yelled the old hunter..
" Wbafs be been a-doln?
" Why, be came along by our came
this morn in', aa', bet' hos-plt-able, wt
give 1m an Invite to Jlae us at break
fas', an' what did the blamed ungrate
fnl snake do but up an' declar that s
frog-eaten' Frenchman aa runs reetau
rants la Frisco made better bread
than I could cook In a fry In' pan. Let
me at 1m. an' I'll put a biscuit la bis
stomach whafU cook him.'
"Old Ike was pacified, and he started
reluctaatly up the trail, stopping occa
stonily to look back to see If be couldn
get another shot at the varmint" Has
Francisco Poet
A Rmsetaa Hern.
The hero of tbe Russo-Turklsh war of
18Tf was Gen. Skobeleff, the "whits
general" aa all called him, the 'Intel
ligible general," as some of bis devoted
Russian soldiers named blm. His grea
strength lay in his power over his prl
vate soldiers. He was their comrad
aa well as their officer, says tbe authoi
of "Russia and Turkey in tbe Nine
teenth Century," and waa never weary
In seeing that bis men were well-fed.
warmly clothed, and comfortable.
Countless Incidents are told of Skobe
lei's kindness bow he would take
wounded soldier beside him In bis car
rtage, or fling bla cloak over another a
be lay on tbe ground; or bow be would
dismount from his white charger, and
march with a weary regiment reviving
Its spirits with gay talk.
Skobeleff always wore a white coat
and rode a white horse, that he mtgbl
be conspicuous to bis own men during
a battle. He went everywhere, expos
ing himself. His soldiers believed him
Invulnerable.
One wounded soldier solemnly assur
ed Sister of Mercy that he had see
tbe bullet that shattered his own arm
through the body of hia general
"I must ahow my men how badly tbe
Turks aim," he said once when stand
Ing aa a target to tbe enemy.
Cruelty to a horse waa almost a
abhorrent to Skobeleff as brutality to
a man. When ordered to retreat h
would sheathe bis sword, send hi
white charger to the front and remain
on foot the last man In tbe rear, saying.
"Tbey may kill me If they like, bill
they shall not barm my horse unless h
Is advancing against the enemy."
No man can feel comfortable In
facing death," be baa been heard to say
who does not believe in God snd have
hope of ailfe to come." Each evening
in the camp be stood bareheaded, tak
ing part In the evening service, which
was chsnted by fifty or sixty or ins sol
dlers.
No wonder this noble, fearless leadt
waa both admired and feared by the
enemy and adored by his own soldiers
Nlgbt Work.
It has always been said that the eo
gineer of a railway train has a great
deal of unpleasant responsibility, but
according to a little Incident told by an
engineer, tbe wife of a mra In his occu
pation baa her trials as well.
"It's trying work on the mind, sir,
is engine-driving," said the engineer, in
reply to some friendly questions, "and
It ain't all over with when I go home,
either. The switches and signal-lights
and slde-trscks get Into my head, sir,
and tbey bother me when I'm asleep.
"And they bother my wife, too, some
times," he added. "Tbe other night she
waked me up crying, 'Murder! Murder!
Are you trying to kill me. Henry 7 And
there I was, sir, pulling ber arm almost
out of Its socket with my foot braced
sralnst the foot-board, trying to re
verse!"
Commerce on tbe Jordan.
According to consular reports. It is
tbe Intention of tbe Turkish authorities
at Jerusalem to establish a steamablp
line on tbe Dead sea. Tbe existence
of asphalt In that region baa been as
certained, and It Is supposed that petro
leum will be found also. A rational
development of the Jordan valley from
Lake Tiberias down and especially the
opening up of tbe rich mineral re
sources of tbe Dead sea basin Is con
sldered a very profitable undertaking
for which, however, foreign capital will
hardly be found, aa tbe legal status of
property holders In those regions
very unsafe.
An energetic woman must be terrl
blx trying to live, with.
THE peaaaat stooa iece ui
with tbe doctor In the background,
uaar tha bed of tbe dying. Tb
m . A a
near the bed of tbe dying.
old woman, calm, resigned, regaroea
tb two men aad listened to their talk.
ma about to die, bnt tbe thought
not revolting. She was 93 and
ber day were ever.
Through the open door aad win-low
streamed tbe July sun, spreading Its
warm ray ever tb brown, earthen
fleer, furrowed and beaten down by
tbe wooden ahoea of four generations
ef rustics. The odor of tbe fields
drifted la, borne oa tbe scorching
breeae, tbe smell of grasses, wheat
aad leave burned by tbe noonday beat
Tbe clicking sound tbe grasshoppers
mad was dear aad distinct
Raising bis voice, tbe doctor said:
"Honore, you cannot leave your moth
er ail alone la this stats, she may
pass away at any moment"
Tbe peasant grumbled
"Must get la my wheat Been toe
long In tbe fields already. Tbe weath
er's just right What de yen say, moth
err Tbe old, dying woman, still possess
ing tbe avarice of a Normandy peas
ant nodded "Tea," urging ber son to
get In hi wheat and to leave her to die
alone.
But tbe doctor became angry and
stomped his foot "Ton are nothing
but a brute, and I'll not allow you to do
It do you bear? If yon have to get In
your wheat to-day, go and And Mother
Rapet parbleu! and let ber watch your
mother. I wish It do you hear? If you
don't 111 let you die like a dog when It
come your turn to die when your
turn come to be ill do you bear that r
Tbe peasant a tall, spare man, tor
tured by Indecision, by fear of tbe doc
tor, and tbe fierce love of saving, hesi
tated, calculated and blurted out:
"How much will La Rapet aak to
watch r
"Do you suppose I know," exclaimed
the doctor. "That depends on how long
you wsnt her for. Arrange that your
self wltb her, morbleu! but I wsnt her
to be here In an hour, understand,
and he went out
When tbe peaaant waa alone he turn
ed toward bla mother and said In a re
signed voice:
"I'm going to get La Rapet because
that man wants ber. Don't budge till
I get back."
And be left the roof.
La Rapet an old woman, watched tbe
dead and dying of the commune and
It environ. Then, when she bad
wrapped ber clients In tbe clothes they
were never to leave, she took up ber
Iron to press tbe garments of tbe liv
ing. Wrinkled aa a last year's apple, evil
minded. Jealous, avaricious In tbe ex
treme, bent double, as If she bad be
come broken by continually bending
ever the ironing-board, one might say
that ahe had a sort of love for witness
ing the agony of the dying.
She could only talk of people she bad
seen expire, of the variety of ways they
bad passed out of life, repeating ber
stories over snd over again, with the
minuteness of detail of a hunter re
counting bis adventures.
When Houore Bontemps found her
she was preparing bluing for tbe col
larettes of tbe village women.
Well, rood evenlnc." he said. "How
are things going. Mother Rapet?"
Just the same, Just tbe same, turn
ing her head. "How Is It up your
way?"
All right wltb ine, but mother's
bad."
"What's the mstter with ber?"
"She's going to close her eyes."
Tbe old womsn took ber hands out of
the wster, tbe blue, transparent droits
dripping from her Angers Into tbe tub,
She's down as low ss that?" with a
sudden sympathy.
Tbe doctor says she won't live be
yond sunrise. Whs til you charge to
atch her to tbe end? You know Im
not rich. Never could afford a servant
tbat'a what broke tbe mother down;
she worked like ten. Never stopped till
she was 92-you see how it Is."
La Rapet replied, gravely:
"There are two prices 2 francs
dsy, 3 francs a nlgbt for the rich. Franc
s day, 2 a night for tbe other. Tbe other
Is for you."
The peasant reflected. He knew hia
mother to be hardy, vigorous, tena
clous In life. She might last eight days
In spite of tbe doctor.
He said, resolutely:
"No; I'd rather you'd make a pric
a price to the end. I'll take tbe chances
one way or another. The doctor ssys
sbe will soon go. If so, all the better
for you and tbe worst for me. If she
bolds on to-morrow or longer, I'm
ahead you're out."
The nurse, surprised, looked at the
man. She had never made such a bar
gain before. Sbe hesitated, thinking
of tbe risk she might run.
"I can't say anything until I have
seen the old one," she said.
"Come snd see her."
She dried ber hands and followed
blm.
As thev neared the bouse Honore
said to himself. "Ah, If It Is over at
ready r And the desire he felt man!
feated Itself In his voice. But the old
woman wa not dead. She lay on ber
back on her pallet, her beads extended
on the purple coverlet, bands fright
fully thin, wrlaaled, resembling crabs,
contracted by rheumatism and years
of grinding toll.
La Rapet approached the bed and
studied tbe dying woman. She felt
tbe pulse, listened to the breathing,
topped tbe chest, questioned ber to bear
her apeak, then, after a Anal look, went
out. followed by Honore. Her opinion
was formed, tbe old woman would not
pas tbe night
"Well, tbear be asked, anxiously. -
The nurse answered:
"Well she ll last two days, perhaps
three. Ton give me 6 franca altogeth
er." "Six francs franca," be cried.
"Have you lost your senses? Don't I
tell you she will only but Ave or six
boors?" And tbey disputed a long
time together. A tbe nurse wa go
ing away aad a his wheat would not
be gathered la, be at last consented.
"Very well, that's settled; A francs,
all Included, until tbe corpse I carried
away."
"Tea, franca."
He strode toward bla wheat lying
in tbe field beneath tbe bnoillng sun
that withered tbe stalk.
Tb nurae entered tbe
T ' Sbe bad" brought ber work, because
by tbe dying aad tbe dead sbe worked
without relaxation. Suddenly ahe ask
ed:
"Have they administered the sscra
meat Mother. Bontemps V The peas
ant shook ber bead, and La Rapet who
wa devotional, rose hastily.
"Seigneur Dieu! Is that possible? I'll
go aad get tbe care," and she ran off
toward tbe priest's bona at such speed
that tbe gamins thought some misfor
tune bad happened.
Tbe priest soon came In hi surplice,
preceded by a choir boy ringing bell
to announce the paaalng of God's sacra
ment Tbe men working In tbe Aeld
doffed their great hats, waiting silent
until the white vestments bad dis
appeared behind a farm; the women
gathering herbs rose to make tbe signs
of tbe cross. The choir boy, la his red
skirts, walked rapidly; tbe priest bla
bead leaning on one side and mumbling
prayers, followed; behind them came
La Rapet bent double aa If to kneel aa
ahe walked, ber hands Joined aa In
church.
Honore, afar off, saw them pas. He
called out:
"Where 1 our cure golngl"
"He m carrying the good God to thy
mother, perdi!" replied tbe cbolr boy,
"That's good." said tbe peaaaat re
turning to hia work.
Mother Bontemps waa confessed, re
ceived absolution, and tb priest went
away, leaving tbe two women alone.
La Rapet looked at tbe dying woman
curiously, asking herself bow long she
would last
The day waa declining, a fresher air
entering the chamber in puffs caused
tbe picture of a saint on tbe wall to
dance grotesquely. The little window
curtain, yellowed and covered with fly
specs, seemed to be struggling to fly
away like the soul of the old woman.
Sbe lay there allent ber eyea expres
sing indifference to death, so near. Her
breathing sounded harsh In tbe silence,
As night fell Honore came In and ap
proached tbe bed. He saw that sbe waa
still living.
"How goes It?" be asked, aa be used
to do when sbe wss Indisposed
Then be sent sway La Rapet after
the Injunction:
"To-morrow at 6, without fall,
Sbe replied:
"To-morrow 5 o'clock.
Sbe arrived at daybreak, when Hon
ore was eating bis soup, which he bad
prepared himself.
Well, hss tbe mother passed away?"
she asked.
He replied, wltb a cunning look In bis
eyes:
She la much better," and weut ou
chuckling.
La Rapet was disquieted as be ap
proached the bed, angry to And tbe old
woman In the aamc position. She un
derstood that sbe might last two, four,
even eight days, and sbe was furious
st the man who had played her the
trick and the woman who would not
die.
Sbe set to work, nevertheless, ber
eyes fixed on the wrinkled face of Mere
Bontemps.
Honore came In to lunch. He aeem
ed happy, even Jeering. Then be went
out. He was harvesting his whf
under very favorable conditions.
I .a Itapct was getting exaNpcratcd.
Kvery minute that passed seemed to
ber to be robbing her of money. She
bad a desire, an Insane desire, to take
that old hag, that old witch, by the
throat and stop, with a little squeeze,
the feeble breath that waa stealing her
time and her money.
Then she thought of the danger and
other ideas came In her head as she ap
proached the bed.
"Did you ever see the devil V she
asked.
"No," murmured Mere Rontcajpa,
feebly.
Then the nurse began to tell stories
to terrorise tbe poor, dying creature.
A few moments before one died the
devil appeared, ahe said. He carried a
broom In hia hand, an Iron pot on his
bead, and be screamed horribly. When
one saw It It was all over, life would
go out In a little while.
Mere Bontemps, moved with terror,
tried to turn her head to look Into the
ahadow y corners of tbe room, ae u sw
expeotod sa apparitloa. Suddealy La
Rapet disappeared at tne ooi -eh.
h-t. In the closet sbe foaad
sheet and wrapped herself la It On
ber bead she pieced an iron po. w,w
three feet curved outward, reaosafctod
horns. Sbe took up broom la bs
right hand, and with ber left she tlftefl
a tin waahboller. letting n "
floor with a resounding crash. Tben.
stepping up in a chair, sbe dreT"J
the curtain at the foot of tbe bed aad
PDcared gesticulating and screamiaaj
hrtnw nruW the iron Dot that covere)
her face, menacing with her broom tbe
old peaaant woman.
Overcome with an Insane leoa. iae J-
lng woman tried to raise herself to flee.
Rh struccled partly out of tb beeV
Sbe struggled partly
clothes, then fell back wrtb a
sigh.
It wss all over.
And La Rapet tranquilly pot every
thing la tbe closet and, wltb expsrisa
ed beads, closing tbe staring ayes
tbe dead. She laid a sauce ef net
water oa tbe bed. and sprinkled tbe
room, tbea, kneeling down, began to
repeat tbe prayer for tb oeao. taaw
knew by heart, having
them as a matter of boslaesa,
When Honors entered ta tbe
be found ber still praying, aad he cal
culated that sbe bad mads twenty seee
out of blm. because sbe bad watched
three days and nlgbt which mads)
only B fraacs instead ef which be
owed her. Tbe French.
- Taakeee Caa aboa."
Onr Civil War emrectod
wrone Ideas waicn. na a
bee la a
Scot's bonnet, bussed silk la
bead of Southerner aad Northern
Among these wa the belief that !
Taakeee didn't know a gu
nuddlns stick." and "couldn't
lb Washington correspondent ef tha
Chicago Times-Herald report a eoa-
versatloa between Southern gen til men
In which Colonel Howell told how that
notion waa quit Impressively taken
out of blm.
"Speaking of Yankees," said Col
Evsn Howell of tbe Atlanta OonatrtD
tion, "I recall Just aa tbe war was)
breaking out, a speech Ben Hill made
up my way. It waa a war meeting,
and yon should have heard Hill talk.
I remember distinctly bow be exhorted
us to enlist
Tbe yankeea,' he said, "are food
people, but they are deficient In ssaary
accomplishment. They can't shoot.
they can't ride a horse; tbey ve been
In trade all tbelr Uvea, and It baa sap
ped them and left thera without thai
stark manhood and Mgh courage which
to-day, all untrained though be he,
make every Southern man aa good a
soldier aa ever marched upon a battle-
fleld.
" 'It does not present a case of num
bers, this pending strife between tb
North and South. Tbe Northern man
Is by education, and by nature, too,
Incapable of war. He can't shoot
"Then," continued Colonel Howell,
"Hill called on us all to enlist, which
we did very generally. It waan't six
weeks before we were la a Agbt, IM
met tbe Yankees Hill bad been talking
about There waa an hour In that fight
which furnished tbe hottest moeketry
Are I ever waa Introduced to.
"We were In a bunch of trees, aad
the lead wa peeling the bark la beg
scales aad blotches, and wltb a patter
like hall It got so thick that all a man
of any sense tried to do was to stand
behind his tree.
"Those Yanks and 1 understand It
waa a Maine outfit firing on as
wouldn't let you stick your nose owl
from behind your sapling. Stick It oat.
and they'd wipe It with a dosen bul
lets. I was planted on tbe safe side
of a good-slsed oak, and waan't look
ing out or trying any experiments.
"A couple of rods from me waa a
fellow named Dlsmucks, also behind a
tree. Dlsmucks couldn't look out aay
more than I could, and there he stood,
mad aa a hornet Finally be looked
over at roe.
" 'Howell,' be yelled, while tbe ballets
kept knocking tbe bark and splinter,
'Howell, do you recollect what Be
Hill said about these Yankees not
knowing bow to about?
"I answered that I did. I was think
ing of tbe very same speech.
'Well,' retorted Dlsmucks, disgust,
edly, as a rifle-bullet sent down a show
er of dust and bark from his tree, 'I
wish we had Hill here. If these Yan
kees couldn't shoot when be made
that speech six weeks ago, all I've gel
to say is they've learned mighty fast' "
$80,000 a Year for Clothe.
A French antiquarian has brought to
light some Interi-stlng dressmaker's
bills of the ladles of Napoleon's court
Tbey are from the account books of
Leroy, tbe Worth of bla time. It ap
pears that Josephine's yearly bill waa
about 130,000, and thla was a greater
amount than Marie Louise or Queen
Hortense dared or den I red to spend.
Napoleon's mother was not a patron of
Ieroy, which la explained by tbe fact
that ahe preferred to receive her dress
es from daughters rather than purchase
I them berself.-TIt Bits.
Hclence In Madagascar.
A movement is on foot In Paris to
send out to Madagascar a scientific mis
sion. There will be two geologists, to
study the soils and subsoils; two doc
tors, to study the dlaeases peculiar to
Madagascar; two mining engineers, two
botanlHts, two surveycrs, two etfano
graphlNtx, and so on.
Hlltlns the Wlansr.
Jack writes me that be has
been
playing ioaer with paps, aud papa
writes that he can't possibly send me a
check for a month."
"Wbst on earth are you going to deT
"Bend to Jack."-Life.
Youth paints tbe drees bills for old
sge to tear down.
When a man has prosperity, bow tha
people like to see blm lose ItJ
flay f .. ' -
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