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CHAPTER V.
To Colonel Severn the next day seetned
a very long one. Twelve o'clock was the
earliest hour at which he could ko over,
he had decided, and exactly at the stroke
of the bell he started off.
He walked quickly, branching off
Into a short cut that led
through the park into the Dower
House garden, and, as he came to where
the trees were thickest, he heard a low
Fobbing sound. Moving a few steps, be
saw that it was the girl who had been so
constantly in his thoughts. Mr. Bowyer's
niece, with the sad smile and sweet voice.
She was standing with her face buried in
her bands, weeping as though her heart
would break.
He stood there for a moment hesitating
what to do, trembling with excitement,
the wish to help and comfort her strug
gling with the knowledge that any such
desire was futile. At the mere thought
of drawing her displeasure down upon
himself he turned hastily, reached his
destination, and received a cordial wel
come from Mr. Bowyer. For nearly an
hour they talked together, then a light
step was heard outside, and Ellen Warde
entered the mora.
She bowed and smiled In answer to
Colonel Severn's somewhat confused
greeting. Mr. Bowyer began to talk
about a sketch which Ellen was to make
that afternoon. They had brought abso
lutely nothing with them except an easel,
on which was a painting, just completed.
r "You are quite an artist, Miss Wanle.
I have no prettier picture on my walls
than that uim your easel," said Colouel
Severn.
The girl looked pleased at his apprecia
tion. Colonel Severn staved to luncheon, but
left aimost immediately afterward. He
had business letters to write, and shut
himself up in his study directly he reach
ed home. But he found a face coming
between him and the paper. Always the
same face, Ellen Warde smiling, Ellen
Warde in tears, or with far-seeing ab
sent eyes and parted speechless lips.
Two or three hours hRd been spent in
donbt and hesitation, and only half his
letters were written, when a cheerful
Toice was heard outside, and Charlie,
travel-stained, but radiant, stood before
kim.
, "I am here before you expected me,
It," he explained, after a cordial hand
shake. "The fact is I grew tired of old
Brown's prosing, and then I wanted to
see what the new inheritance was like."
"You've not come before you are wel
come, my boy," answered the Colonel,
warmly. "This big rambling place is
dreary enough to inhabit all alone. I
have been wanting you badly. I expect,
though, that you will get sick of the dull
pens of Littlehaven."
"No fear of that! I met the loveliest
girl I ever saw as I came up from the sta
tion. I borrowed a pony from the station-master,
and was 'hurrooshing' him
long, when the pony saw something that
made bim stop dead and sent me nearly
over his head. When I recovered I saw
that It was a gtrl sketching at an easel;
and an old man who was with her began
to laugh like anything and so did she.
So did I; for I thought it best to join in
the joke, though it was against myself.
The man looks like an American, and
the girl she was lovely simply lovely.'"
he concluded, softly.
"They are my tenants they occupy the
Dower House," aaid the father, soberly.
"Oh, that is charming! Then you will
take me there to-morrow, and introduce
me properly. I want to see her again.
How she did laugh, and showed such
pretty teeth! And then what eyes!
Father, did you ever see such eyes?"
Severn felt old and prosy in the pres
ence of his son's youth and exuberant
spirits. It seemed to him that the mad
Bess of the past two days was a thing to
be ashamed of and to be jealously hidden
away. He knew that he loved or was
learning to love Ellen Warde; but for
tunately he was warned in time. What
chance had he with his gray hairs and
pent life against Charlie's handsome
face and winning ways? Bat, even had
he more in his favor, it was impossible
that he could stoop to rivalry with hia
on.
CHAPTER VI.
Colonel Severn was allowed no rest the
aext day until he had consented to go
with hia son to the Dower House. Ellen
Warde came forward to meet Charlie
with a frank smile of welcome and out
stretched hand. Colonel Severn at the
earliest opportunity left her aide and
opened a conversation with Mr. Bowyer,
hut his attention was concentrated on the
other two. Charlie was in high spirits;
once or twice he laughed heartily; and
presently, unable to resist the infection
t of hia merriment, Ellen laughed, too.
He glanced wistfully across the room
V where hia son sat, leaning forward,
bright with animation. Ellen's gray eyes
ere raised to hia face In evident inter
act; It was as though life had been sud
' denly breathed Into a statue. Colonel
Severn got op to go, feeling that he could
bear it no longer.
He was little surprised when Ellen
proposed to Mr. Bowyer that they should
walk part of the way back with them
Usee so when she pointedly showed her
tssrtsiHoa of walking with him, and not
Wfth his SOB.
Tbey gradually dropped behind, until
CDs stopped suddenly snd faced her
erxnpaatofi.
"1 want yon to help nte, Colonel Bat-
em," she said. "Miss Mary Feathcrstone,
the vicar's daughter, ca.'led ou uih to
day." "I am glad of that she is such a nice
girl, and will be a pleasant friend for
you."
"That is quite impossible." came at last,
in a low strained voh-e. "It is for that I
want your assistance. You know her
well, and can explain to her that I am
very grateful to her for her kindness in
coming to see nie, but I never make
friends."
"Your recent loss will lie sufficient ex
cuse. By ami by. when the first violence
of your grief is past, she may hope to win
your friendship," said Colonel Severn.
"It is not a recent loss it happened
nearly a year ago, and nothing can alter
my resolution. I can never make a
friend." she broke out, petulantly.
She gave him her hand In farewell, and
he belli it reverently, looking at tier earn
estly, as though wishful that his eyes
could say all that his tongue failed aptly
to express.
She roused herself and went back to the
house.
There wire lights in all the rooms, and
as she approached a shadow moved across
the blind of her window. The figure im
mediately disappeared. When she reach
ed her room, no one w as there.
Directly she and Mr. Bowyer had left
the house, Mrs. Priolo, who had been
watching for this opportunity, slipped up
stairs at leisure to prosecute her search.
Drawer after drawer was carefully ex
amined; but nothing rewarded her exer
tions except a dried liVuiquet, with the
lace and pale blue ribbons still around
it. A large portfolio stood upright against
the wall. It was locked, but as she lifted
it she saw a paper projecting, and as she
shook It vigorously several others flut
tered down. She picked them up eagerly.
The first she looked at was a photograph
of Ellen Warde, as Galatea; the second
photograph, as Rosalind. The girl was
nothing but a play-actress, decided the
housekeeper with a thrill of horror, for
getful of those old days when she herself
had been a not very respectable hnr-maid
in Montreal.
Another photograph Elaine and Ada
together, their arms interlaced, the two
golden heads touching. The resemblance
was striking. There hnd been a sister.
Was it for her that Ellen wore that ri
diculous deep mourning?
Several sketches remained to be seen
bits of scenery; a bead, roughly outlined,
of a young man of about twenty-five,
with dark eyes, close-cropped hair and a
small pointed mustache. Who was this?
But the next, the last of the sketches,
brought a glow of satisfaction into Mrs.
Priolo's thin face. It was a view of Syd
ney, and the date, March 9.
Why, it was the very year and month
when she herself was at Sydney! No it
was April when she bad been so strange
ly deserted by her employer.
Ah. now she was on the scent now she
had the clew! Ellen Warde and Mr.
Bowyer had probably left Sydney to
getherwhy? The creaking of the gate disturbed her.
Hastily slipping the sketch- back, she
was safe in her room before Ellen Warde
bad mounted the stairs.
CHAPTER VII.
Mr. Bowyer's native air was apparently
not agreeing with him. Whatever the
cause, he became nervous and Irritable,
and altogether out of health. The doc
tor called it a breaking up of the system;
but Mr. Bowyer himself said that it was
"liver."
Charlie Severn was in and out of the
house all day, with boyish disregard of
what his visit might be taken to mean.
He was desperately in love with Ellen
Warde, and bis passion was apparent to
every one except her whom it most con
cerned. She thought of him only as a
pleasant companion, who possessed the
happy knack of making her forget her
troubles, if only for a time. So she en
joyed hia society without any misgiving,
went wandering with him through the
neighboring woods, sketched with him,
never dreaming what all this meant to
the young man. Nor did she dream that
there was danger in leaving her benefac
tor so often alone, and never noticed how
day by day Mrs. Priolo was taking ber
place and undermining the old man's
faith in her.
Mr. Bowyer himself never knew how
It began. He was decidedly nnwell, nerv
ous and unstrung, and particularly sus
ceptible to outside influence. If Kllen
had devoted herself to him now as she
bad done before, she might have entirely
won his confidence and never lost it
again; but the neglect that began In care
lessness became an estrangement through
her pride; for, ss Mrs. Priolo usurped ber
rights, instead of fighting, she renounced
them quietly.
Another circumstance distressed her.
Colonel Severn had never been to the
Dower House since that day on which she
had naked for his aid. Had she in any
way fallen in his estimation?
She had not been utterly blind to Mrs.
Priolo's machinations. She could not
fall to ses that that lady wa endeavoring
to keep her away from Mr. Bowyer, and
at last ahe resolved to act boldly and
remonstrate with her.
"Mrs. Priolo," she satd one dsy, "why
do you try to come between Mr. Bowyer
and ma? I can saw plainly that you are
taking advantage of his illness to usurp
my place."
"And, If I nm" fiercely "who usurped
bine? I had served him for more than
nine years, when you came, with your s!y
ways, scheming after bis money."
"I scheme after his money!" cried El
leu, scornfully. "You may have every
farthing he M.esxe if yu will only
leave me In pea-e and let bim like me as
muh as be used to do. I shall go at
once to Mr. Bowyer and tell him al.at
has passed between us. I shalt tell him
that 1 want only bis anVt-tion, not bis
money."
Her decided attitude and evident de
termination to carry out lo r threat made
the housekeeper grow red, then pale,
with apprehension.
"1 don't M-e what zn that would du
to cither of us -and he so ill, t'jo," she re
marked, hastily.
""Then promise me yon will do as I
wish," insisted Ellen. "IaI us ie tie
gether alone in the morning and evening
as e used to be. I f y ou want to attack,
let meat bast defend myself."
"I am almost his sister. Miss Ellen, you
we," began the woman. Then, 11 1 -a n i n -ing
the ( ringing manner she had adopted,
she added, im aiiingiy, "Hail you ever a
sister?"
She was tiot prepared for so immediate
or so decisive a result. Kllen Wanle fell
buck against the balusters. Willi widely
opened eye, she stared blankly at the
sjs-iiker, her lips as whit" as chalk.
"You leave me alone, and I'll leave you
alone," observed .Mrs. Priolo, ami, nod
ding her head triumphantly, she went to
ward the room where Mr. Bowyer was
seated, fi-cling that she had won the game
w ith siiits to spare.
CHAPTER VIII.
Two or three mnnthi had passed since
Colonel Severn lust visited the Dower
House. Charlie had always asked for his
company at first, but latterly had evi
dently preferred going thither alone. ( ine
day his father slopped liltn in the hall.
"Come into my den a moment. Charlie
I want to sH'ak to you." he said. "You
are off to the Dower House, I supiose?"
"Yes, sir," answered Charlie, with his
usual fruiikucss. "Can I take any mes
sage?" "Have you ever thought. Charlie, to
what these daily visits may commit
you? It is not fair to Miss Wanle, mak
ing her conspicuous by your attentions,
unless you really mean to ask her to be
your wife "
"And. if I did, sir, should I have your
approval?" interrupted the Isiy, eagerly.
"I want you to be certain of your own
mind. You are very young, and you may
change."
".Never!" said Charlie, w ith superabun
dance of emphasis.
"You must remember," went on his
father, "that we know nothing of the
antecedents of either Mr. Bowyer him
self or his niece. They have t idi iit ly
some strong reason for the s'rict seclu
sion they- insist upon; and you must ask
yourself whether, in ease anything tran
spired to to Miss Warde' a diailvi'iilnge,
your love is strong enough to stand the
shock."
"If she is in trouble, there Is the more
reason why she should have some one
to help and protect her," answered Char
lie, simply.
The Colonel laid his hand affectionately
on his son's shoulder In mute approval.
"Then you do not object to my asking
her to become my wife, sir?"
"My dear loy, I have told you before
that in my opinion fathers should have
no authority in the matter of a son's mar
riage." it strikes me," said the young fellow,
after a pause, "that we have been taking
rather a one-sided view of the question.
Suppose" with a sudden catch In his
voice "suppose she won't have me?"
The Colonel remained silent. But Char
lie's fears once aroused, would not be so
easily allayed. Nothing would satisfy
him but that his father should accom
pany him ami give his opinion as to
whether the case were hopeless or not;
and Colonel Severn reluctantly (onscnted.
Ellen came forward to meet them as
they passed through the gate. She had
been gathering roses, but no one of them
could vie with the crimson that came into
her cheeks.
"I am glnd you have come again." said
Ellen, giving her hiMid to the Colonel;
"and Mr. Bowyer will be very glnd to
see you, too, I know."
She stood with dow ncast eyes, nervous
ly fingering ber Dowers, as he quietly
spoke his excuses for his past neglect,
and walked on to join Mr. Bowyer, who
was sitting outside the house.
"You are Itettcr, I hope?" he said, civil
ly, when the old law yer had shaken hands
with him.
"Y'es." replied Mr. Bow yer. "My niece
also has been unw'-ll. She comes down
in the morning looking as though she had
not slept all night."
"Perhaps," began Severn, and then sud
denly stopped.
"1 know what yon were going to say,"
finished Mr. Bowyer. quickly, the idea
striking him now for the first time, "per
haps she Is in love. Would yon approve
if anything came of that?" asked Mr.
Bowyer. eagerly. "She is a good girl
a really good girl; and" as the other did
not answer "she will have twenty thou
sand pounds either on her wedding day or
at my death."
"Charlie would be glad to marry ber
without a penny," said Colonel Severn,
curtly.
A slight sound attracted his attention
at the oiien window behind them. Ixwik
ing up, be saw a white malicious face
peering out from behind the curtains, al
most unrecognisable with rage, yet he
knew it could belong to no other than
Mrs. Priolo.
She must have overheard Mr. Bowyer's
expressed Intention of giving so large a
sum to his neice. The fsce had been
withdrawn at once; It was only for an
instant that Colonel Severn had seen it;
yet be could not forget its diabolical ex
pression, and felt alarmed for Ellen's
sake.
"Have you had that housekeeper of
yours long?" he asked, abruptly.
"Why, yes!" with a look of surprise.
"She has been with me some nine or ten
years."
No more wss said. It would be useless.
Colonel Severn felt; for on bo subject
were people as a rule so touchy as on
that of old and valued servants.
"Well, sir," said Charlie, eagerly, as
they walked home together half an hour
later "well, what do you think?'
"I think," answered his father, im
pressively, "you should apeak to ber at
once, and marry her as soon as she will
let you."
CHAPTER IX.
Mrs, Prioio had not allowed the grass
to grow under her feet. Immediately
after ber discoveries In Ellen Warde'a
mom abe bad written to a friend in In
don who abe knew always scrupulously
kept the weekly newspspers she received
from Australia, and asked her as a favor
to lend ber those of thai winter when she
aud Mr. Bowyer had been separated.
It wss on the morning after shs had
overheard Mr. Bowyi r telling Colonel
Severn what he Intended to do in the
event of lus niece's manage that she re
ceived an answer to ber letter in the
shiN of a large biini.e of papers, and
j w on turning page after page. Then
, something caught her eyes that riveted
I lo r atteii'ioti st once "Theatrical Trag
e ly at Sydney! Murder of an Actres!
' lm;..-ennf lenience of Her Sister!"
As -he read, and the conviction grew
upon lor that one of those who bad been
coin-crned in that dreadful tragedy was
under the same roof with her. ber excite
ment became more intense.
Tlo-re could be no mistake two sisters,
acres, ii!h ip!a.-d to be in love
with the same man. Mrs. Priolo recalled
the photograph she had s-en of the two
g:rls and the sketch of a young man, who
was probably the Gerald Weare men
tioned in the inquiry, and not a doubt re-maiio-l
in her mini but that "Ellen
Wanle" was merely an alias for "Elaine
Wurritigron." She turned over the page
to see what the verdict had leen.
"Willful murder ag4int iuie person
or persons unknown." Why, surely none
could have hcsi'u'ed to pronounce who
that ieroii waj after what hnd been
proved! But th! was only the coroner's
inquest, of course, mid the real trial
w oiild follow .
She threw that paper impatiently on one
side, and t-rnk up the next week's issue.
The first hue, ou which her glance alight
ed told to r ail -"The Sydney Tragedy.
Flight of the Suspected Murderess!"
Not until she cnioc to tin very end did
the full force of what she was reading
strike her.
To entertain a doubt of the girl's guilt
was iuiiHssibl after weighing the evi
dence against her She w as a murderess,
and had been living with them so long
unsuspected and undroaded - w as even
now alone with her benefactor!
A very frenzy of fear seized the house
keeper. She rushed up stairs as though
all the prisoner in Newgate were let
loose and were following swiftly at her
heels.
CHAPTER X.
It was a hot oppressive day In .Inly,
Even indoors, with a breeze blowing
through the open window. Mr. Bowyer
felt languid and inert. Ellen was. as
usual, dressed in deep mourning: her
thick black merino, with heavy folds of
crai', seemed almost to weigh her down;
and she looked pal' and tired.
"Child, have you no thinner clothes?
That frock is getting shabby, too. I no
ticed yesterday how brown it looked in
the light." spoke Mr. Bowyer.
"It will get cooler s ion," said Ellen:
and then, disclosing w hat lunl been in her
thoughts for the pant few weeks, she
added: "I think sometimes that this idle
ness is not the bos! thing for me. It gives
me too much time for thought. And. then,
why should I be a burden to you all my
life? Don't imagine," she continued,
earnestly, kneeling beside Ins chair, "that
I like to bave yon. It was so generous,
so noble of you to stand by me and lend
me such powerful aid; but now now I
think it best for both our sakes that we
should part."
"And what do you think of doing?"
Not an accent of reproach had been in
her voice, only love and gratitude; but he
knew, ns surely as though she bad told
him in plain words, that she wished to
go beiaiiH she felt she was no longer
welcome. I'ni'onifortabie and ill at ease,
he took refuge in apparent displeasure at
her suggestion.
"I thought of going as a governess,"
she answered.
"Are you aware that for every situa
tion there are not less than fifty appli
cants?" "Well. 1 can irt. Why should I not go
on the stage, under a feigned name?"
"Y'on know as well as I do what objec
tions there are to that scheme."
"You n can that I should be recognized,
tracked that I might a well have never
attempted to escape? Do you know that
often I have been tempti"! to go back of
my own accord, andand take my
chance?"
(To be continued.)
New Military Hatlroad In India.
A moti it h In railroad of great strat
egic value has just been completed by
tbe British Government In the Indian
frontier. It runs through the famous
Bolan Pass- In w hich so tunny English
soldiers bave perished to the Import
ant post of yuettn. Ten years ago a
railroad was opened from Slid to (Jtiet
ta. lmt this has proved n complete fail
ure in consequence "f frequent land
slide. The new rosd runs over the
old one at tbe start nnd thp finish, but
the sixty miles In the middle, which
traverse the pass, constitute a abort
cut. and havp Iwen constructed In the
fm-p of extraordinary engineering difll
ctiltles. The highest point of the line Is
at Kolpur, f,4'S3 feet nlsive Slid, and
seventeen tunnels, varying hi length
from 100 to 1.000 yards, have leen cut
through rock or clay where the foun
dation seemed surest. Of these tun
nels, that through the Panlr Hill was
the moat difficult Rnd Important. It la
1,000 yards In length, and the only way
of overcoming the difficulties present
ed by treacherous ground was to Im
port English laborer to do the tim
bering. If the tunnels on this line are
Important, the bridge are not less so,
the main object to be achieved being
the defeat of the Bolar River, which,
when flooded, becomes a torrent, sweep
ing all embankments and bridges be
fore It. There are many bridges of
only a few yards In length, but the
two most Important are called the Han
oar and the Ocepnr. These are sacb
more than 150 yards In length, and
they are sixty-Are feet above the river
when In torrent and are practically
secure against the worst floods. To
give a clear Idea of the difficulty of the
route, It may be mentioned that In the
most difficult section of all that be
tween Hlrok and Kolpnr the Bolan
ravine Is crossed no fewer than nine
times In four miles.
Willie Pa, what la the meaning of
the eipreaslon, "touch and go?" Papa
It's Tery simple, my son. It means ex
treme speed, and refers to the profes
sional borrowers, who make a touch
and go so fast you seldom see them
again. Philadelphia Record.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"To my Christmas shopping, ps," she
said.
Pa drew a check and wiped his aye,
And thought of the coining buy and buy.
New York Herald.
fitirTJ DA.tlTV? niVVftlvM
REOITALS OF CAMP AND BAT
TLE INCIDENTS.
nrrlrors f tba ReboUloa Hl' atmay
Afaaslnf SJtd Startling laetdaau f
gKkN, Camp Utm, runs Ulrt
iiidii aad SVatUa ho .
ptoriee by Watruuv.
A man out In the State, w liu had leen
trying ever since he came out of the
army to get a pensiou, decided to cull
iiid wr General Graut when, he learn
ed iLiit be was to be present ut the
reunion lu Milwaukee In l-o aud ask
b!a aid lu the claim. General Grant
was at the home of bis West Point
classmate, the late General Charles S.
Hamilton.. The brokcu veteran called
at General Hamilton's early In the
morning. "Whom do yuu w iU to nee?"
asked tbe timid w ho answered the call.
"1 want to nee General Grant on Im
portant business." "The general is not
up yet." "Well, theu, 1 will watch
for bim In tbe parade." and be did,
and didu't wait for Gntut's carriage
to ntop before be began to speak. "This
la General Grant, is it?" "Yes, sir."
"General. I was at Vlcksbutg, under
you." "Ah, Indeed?" "And 1 stayed
tberp a long time after you left." "Yes."
"I bad a fever; they culled nie crazy
for a month or two. I bave never re
covered from the effects of thut fever."
"I am sorry," said Grant. "Do you
know, General, flint In spite of every
thing I have been able to do, aud that
my agent has been able to do, I cannot
get my pension, and I have come here
to-day to ask you to help me." "Cer
tainly, my gixl man; I will help you,"
nnd taking a card from bis pocket,
wrote "General W. W. Dudley, Wash
ington, D. C," and directed biui to ad
dress Genera Dudley and usk w by that
pension was not allowed. The old
fellow saluted the general and went
away very happy. Two mouths Inter
be wrote a Milwaukee friend that
through tbe aid of General Grant lie
bad finally gotten bin pension. You
could no convince hint that General
Grant huh not the best pension nfeut
In the laud.
Major Charhw H. Anson, of the
Eleventh Vermont, la enjoying a trip
down South. He writes to a imthoiiuI
friend a little experience be lunl at
Holly Springs. Let the major tell tbe
story.
"We stopped twenty mlnules for
breakfast. Aa I breakfasted on the
train I had the twenty minutes to look
als-iut. A little way from the station
I saw a trim built man atsiut V yours
of age standing In front of a store. Ap
proaching bim we Indulged lu the
following conversation:
" 'Good morning, sir.'
" 'Good morning, sab.'
" 'Were you a Confederate soldier?'
" 'Y'es, sab. It la a poor tnau that
would not fight for bis home.'
" 'I was a Federal soldier.'
"'We old soldiers should have no
bard feelings, sab,' and be grasped
my band and gave It a hearty shake.
" 'Was your command in this vicin
ity?" " 'Yes, sah; my regiment was In the
command of General Van Dorn when
he drove you'tins out of here. It was a
right smart fight, sah. General Grant's
headquarters were over In that bunch
of timber beyond the bouse yonder,
sah.'
" 'What Is tbe population of your
townr
" Before tbe wan it was aliont 2,500,
but It Is not that now, sub.'
"My time was u) and we shook bands
again, shook bands as soldiers always
feel like slinking bands, with a heap of
brotherly love about It."
It was the Eightieth, not the Eigh
teenth, New York that Colonel Gates
commanded at Antietaui, one of whose
men captured (?) two flags which a
soldier had laid down the better to help
General Glblton In Battery B. It was
not a printer's mistake nor the proof
reader's. The comisiser spoke It right,
but the typewriter did the nils. blef. I
speak thus In detail, not alone to de
fend printer and proof reader, but to
give careless writers out more tree to
jump behind when the shooting lieglns
over their blunders. Chicago Times
Herald. An Unaccepted Challenge,
In a country town hotel one Sunday
not long ago" a conipuny of traveling
men and Sunday loungers was gath
ered. A war veteran, now a stonema
son and master of bis trade, was pres
ent, and when tbe conversation turn
ed upon the war waa not slow to take
part.
Some of the group began chaffing
the wearer of tbe bronxe badge of hon
or, and the discussion soon grew loud
and earnest. "You fellows Just went
out for the stuff," said a youngster, a
well-dressed and even dandified per
sonage "you got your pay lu green
backs, and ought to be satisfied with
out claim I ng pensions, glory, and, in
fact, tbe earth." Tbe crowd chimed
In, and the veteran bad one of those
bitter half hours known so well to the
men who risked their lives for four
years, only to outlive the gratitude of
the people they made their sacrifice
for. He thought of tbe old home aud
his first going from It, of tbe long,
weary marches, of tbe death In life
camp existence, of the uusMnkable
horrors of tbe hospitals, of the age
long months of a prisoner of war, and
of the hot excitement and dizzy flash
es of fighting, the death of comrades,
and the constant familiarity with and
expectation of death lu a hundred hor
rible forma all In the spau of years
from IHfll to WA.
Finally tbe veteran rallied. He left
lb room for t few minutes, and re
turned with a rifle which be bad bor
rowed. Wblls be was loading It bo
thus addressed the aasembly; "I bave
In my l-elr if"""1 """ 1 w'"
put it into the hai.iU of soy one you
may select, to I- paid T uu
who will ac-ept lo ihallellgr. You
say we send i i ins r for money
and got our pay. We i ived f l.i a
month. f cur very man here Is
willing to risk bis life fr money. Now
1 will give M:; t .v "'.an or me;l4
among .u who will go over In that
ten-acre pasture u n.ss the road ami
stay there for half :m le-ur while I
sb...t at them with ..i- rifle. You may
niu around, but you miiM not h ave the
lot I am not a good sli"'. 1 biay
not bit anyone, bin I fhall try. and
whether I bit anyone or i"t you will
sll s.-e how easy it is M risk one's life
for inoiicv. And. mind "U. 1 will
pay fl.'i a half hour, while l u. Ie Sam
paid but Sl-'i a month."
The veteran was lu earnest. He
handed out bis money -isdt and urged
that the money lw counted. The scof
fers were silenced. One by one they
slunk away, and. the veteran said
w hen telling the story, later in the day
as they walked snfe.lv along the quiet
country ronii. some of them bsiked
very thoughtfully at that pasture lot.
"I had to keep my ?.V"iiind c nini the
borrowed rifle to its owner."
Llbby Prison Heroes Meet.
The surviving li-nil rs of the party
which ecMd from I.lbby prison
through the tunnel gathered at the pris
on In Chicago n ntly to celebrate the
anniversary of the escape. uly a few
were there, but together they wander
ed over the buildings, discussing, cor
rolsiratlng, denying and disputing, and
telling the wonderful tale of the es
cape which, for a few daj. set at Ilt
erty I'll I'nloli officers.
Gin. II. C. Ilobart. the President of
the association, was present, aud the
weight of bis M years ai-cuied lighten
ed among bis "Isc.s." for be entered
heartily Into the discussions. Col.
Terrence Chirk, who first planned the
successful tunnel, told many tales and
details of the escape. While not wish
ing to claim credit for himself, )ol.
Clark said the work lunl been well ad
vanced by himself and Col. Hamilton
before Col. Thomas E. Hose, w ho w ag
given the credit, Joined 111 the scheme.
He denies also the stories of the foul
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air 111 the tunnel on the last night.
After telling of the working with a
case-knife and the slow progress, Col.
Clark added to the history the facts of
the manner In which the cold-cblsel
which did the execution was procured.
In the Chlckatnauga room was a tank
of water, and the two conceived a
scheme of breaking up the tank to force
a carpenter to come to the room. Cob
Clark climbed Inside, anil, getting low
down Into the water, forced a side out.
The carjs'Uter came, and. while Hamil
ton engaged him In conversation, Clark
stole the chisel and then talked the
man Into Isdlevlng be had forgotten it
letter the annual banquet and elec
tion was held at Kinsley's. MaJ. H. A.
I'rquliart delivered the address. The
balloting resulted In the re-election of
Gen. Ilobart as President and MaJ. It.
C. Kliaggs as Secretary. Those preg
etit were:
Gen. If. C. Ilobart, of Milwaukee;
Col. S. A. Urquhart, of Plltstou, Pa.;
MaJ. W. A. Collins, of Chicago; Capt.
T. Tenyck. of Chicago; MaJ. Terrence
Clark, of Paris, 111.; Capt. George It.
Iidge, of Chicago; MaJ. II. C. Kuaggs
and Mrs. T. Tenyck and Mrs. Capt.
John Foster.
Patriotic Kansas Mao.
Capt. J ml Husklns, who lives lu Atch
ison, Kan., Is perhaps the most patri
otic man lu that section. He lives In a
two-story frame bouse and lias Just
completed the work of painting It red,
white and blue. The stripes run hori
zontally around the house. The first
stripe, which Is blue, comes up to th
lower windows; the secoud stripe,
while, reaches to the second story win
dows, aud the balance, together with
the roof, Is red. It looms up In great
shape from the road, and It Is said thai
It looks rather artistic. Capt. IJas
klus Is an old soldier.
Hues for Ills Mustache.
A singular story Is reported from St.
Calais. A few days ago several per
sons were ilrting at a table In a local
hole), when the splendid mustache of a
horse dealer became the subject of con
versation. One of the members of th
party complimented the horse dealet
and a sknl him for what price he would
sell his mustache.
"Ten francs," replied the latter,
laughingly.
"1 will buy half of them,' said ths
would be purchaser, placing 5 francs
on the table. The horse dealer put tin
money in his pocket aud later In ths
evening left the hotel. Not quits ap
preciating the Joke, tbo man who wag
minus the 5 f nines sought ths aid of
tho county court process servsr, and
having laid the Infornwtlon la regulat
form brought action agsJnat tha boras
denier for &00 franca damages for nou
execution of his contract.
It It satd that at this tlms there art
twenty-two M soverslgni rsvlrilng F
different part of i:urove, umio sf them
In (ho countries they ones ruled.
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