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CHAPTER IX. (Continued.)
Seven years had gone by since Clarice
Danebrook had played tennis on the lawn
under Lady Lashniar's windows, and
nothing had come of her ladyship's hopes
in that direction. Clarice and Lord Lash
mar had seen a good deal of each other in
lb London season which followed those
l liet autumn days at the castle. They
t id waltzed many a waltz, had met in
i -any a crush upon the staircases of Bel
gravia find Wayfair. But Lord Lashmar
deemed that it was too soon for him to
avow himself. He was not quite sure.
lie wanted time. And Clarice was as
suredly too young to know her own mind
He left Clarice lamenting, like Ariadne
at Naxos; and, like Ariadne, she found a
consoler.
She had been very fond of Lord Lash
mar in her mild, almost infantine way
and she had set her heart upon being a
peeress. And now she felt heartbroken
disappointed, crushed. Her mother also
was disappointed and did not conceal her
feelings. She told Clarice that Lord
Lashmar had behaved shamefully, and
that he was unworthy of a moment s
thought Notwithstanding which Clarice
thought of him during almost every mo
ment of the day and many a wakeful
hour of the night; until the appearance of
new admirer of still higher rank afford
ed a spurious kind of consolation.
The new admirer was Lord Curminow,
marquis, and one of the must dissi
pated young men in London or Paris; a
young man who, a year before he met
Clarice, had the reputation of being in
dustriously engaged in drinking himself to
death, but who was said to have pulled
up, as it were, on the brink of the preci
pice and to be in a fair way to reform.
His hand was still very shaky, and he
was still obliged to put cayenne iepper
in his brandy; but be drank less brandy
and his hand was less tremulous than it
had been last year.
After three weeks' acquaintanceship he
oroDosed to Clarke Danebrook and was
Accepted with a kind of haughty care
lessness on the part of the young lady, as
If she took this coronet as her due and de
spised the giver; with rapture on the part
of the mother, but by the father with
considerable and even outspoken reluc
tance. Clarice took her chance and enrolled
herself forever among the marchionesses
ot England. She endured three and a
half years of a most intolerable existence
before Lord Canninow finished that busi
ness of drinking himself to death. He
was gone and Job Danebrook was gone
and Clarice, Marchioness of Canninow,
was established at Danebrook Hall, inor
dinately rich and as lovely as in her earli
est girlhood. And now in these days of
her widowhood Clarice was again almost
as a daugnter to iJUiy i.asnmar, uo n.'tu
much need of solace and society in her
present depressed stale of health; need
also of much attendance, wanting to be ;
waited upon with exemplary patience, al- ;
together a hard and difficult mistiess. j
She had three slaves, who weie always j
in attendance upon her -Barber, tin? pa- ,
tient and homely maid of thirty years' i
service; Ce'cstinc, the expert Abigail,
with deft finders and faultless taste in the
confection of a cap or the arrangement
of a drapery, were it only the sweeping
folds of an Indian shuul worn over an
invalid's shoulders, and S:ella Bold wood,
now nineteen years of ;.. arid promoted
Within the last two yens to the post of
ber ladyship's reader and amanuensis.
Not of her own accord, but very re
eluetantly, had Lady Lashmar accepted
her step-son's protege in this intimate
familiarity. The girl had been forced
Upon her by circumstances and oflieious
ness of htr other dependents. The lime
had come when she, v.ho had been a
great reader, hud begun 1o feel the fatigue
of read' tt:.' too much for her broken nerves
iht had come when a chrome bite
!- - -;' it an r ' V- :: h 1
bovk oi lel'.'W te ;oii - ,i a pu:-i'. .
was only tit to recline ui l.cr easy chair
and listen while some subdued voice rami
aloud to ber, and the accents of that voice
must be those of refinerr-ier-.
So Stella was told one morning that her
mission would be to act us Lady Lusli
niar's reader and amanuensis until fur
ther notice, and from that hour she was a
lave.
, Her life haJ been easy enough of late
years, easy even to pleasantness. The rule
of the uncompromising Jliddleham had
been made very light for her, when that
autocratic personage found that Rhe was
willing, industrious and conscientious,
and that whatever she did was well done,
fbo Hi! he?t) able, by early rising, to get
her work done ue te the one o'clock din
ner; and then she Lad ben allowed t do
what she liked with her afternoons, al
ways provided she reappeared at the five
'clock tea, which of late she had taken
with Mrs. Barber in the little room up
stairs, a priceless privilege, since it spar
ed her the gossip and uncongenial jovial
ity of the still-room. Little by little the
girl had drifted, as It were, Into a life of
her own, apart from those servants whose
existence the dowager wished ber to
hare. She had been among them for a
little white, but she had never been one
of them. As she grew into girlhood the
difference between her and them became
more sharply defined. They felt that she
eomld never be like tbemslvea, and her
peeno became an embarrassment
They were very glad that she preferred
eetitaee to their friendly company, and
aet cay of tea la Barber's room to their
awa ay MaL She had always each
tfj-fsshlee.ed ways, tbey said. Strange
Cmt a taild eheald be each a blue-etoek-tag.
Bat,af eaarat, that wae all the late
LarJ UHfcBara doing. Be had heeaght
UrtyMH etJ erar wae broagat
fcm ' C kai area dtf-aaraaa age
t-. - -
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CHAPTER X.
As the years rolled on Stella was al
most happy. The afternoon hours of ev
ery day were spent with Gabriel Verner.
He was old and feeble, and sometimes
prosy, iut he was a mine of information;
he loved learning for learning's sake, and
he loved Stella. He carried on her edu
cation from the point at which Lord Lush
mar had left off. lie cultivated her lvc
of the classics, reading Homer, and Virgil,
and Horace with her again and again,
dwelling on the passages he loved, in
graining their beauties into the very mind
of his pupil. He taught her French and
Gorman, and together tney read the dais
ies of bolh languages They had nothing
to distract them from their books, no vis
itors, no pleasures. In summer time they
sat in a quiet spot on the edge of the river,
a little nook below the towing path, out
of every one's way, under a willow which
Lashmar had loved. In winter they sat
opposite each other by the trimly kept
hearth, like two old cronies.
She spent at least half of every day in
Lady Lashmar's rooms, and was oftc
summoned late at night to sit beside In
ladyship's bed and read till three or four
o'clock in the morning. She performed
her task with a cold placidity which was
agreeable to the high-bred dowager, who
detested fuss and would have been dis
gusted by servility or oflieiousness. Later
on Lady Lashmar allowed her slave to
write all her letters to indifferent persons,
and sometimes even a letter of friendship,
but the amanuensis was never employed
in writing to her ladyship's son. Those
letters were always in the mother's pen
manship.
Stella had filled this office for nearly
two years and bad been of the utmost
service to Lady Lashmar. Yet the stern
dowager had but in the smallest measure
relented of her original aversion from her
stepson's protege. She used her as
companion and slave, but she never forgot
that this thoughtful looking girl with
the large dark eyes was Jonathan Bold
wood's daughter, and that the venom of
radicalism ran in those blue veins which
showed U. such delicate tracery upon the
slim white hands and on the ivory pallor
of the forehead. The old prejudice still
existed in full force, and the dowager
in no wise relaxed her hauteur because
Stella Bold wood had become useful to
her. In her inmost heart she was angry
with the girl for the very gifts whi
made her nn invaluable companion. She
resented that force of character which
tad enabled the child-dependent to rise
superior to her surroundings and to make
herself a lady in manners and superior
to most ladies in education. She was
angry at tuat native grace wfcieb gave
elegati'-e even tp the black merino gown
which was the livery of servitude. Noth
ing could vulgarize Stella or reduce her
to the level of her ladyship's other de
pendents. It was the end of September and Lord
Lashmar and a little lot of distinguish")
visiter were expected at the castle, some
ihu:-ni on the slaughter of the pheasants,
others only desiring rest and respite after
the futilities of a London season. Among
these litter was Mr. Nestorius, the great
p:ir?r lender, original and chief of that
I- iitical sect which was known as the
Movement. Party, who, having retired
from public life, finally, after the defeat of
liis mini-try. now, like Dante's swimmer,
looked buck breathless, after striving
with the waves, upon the rnging sea of
polities from the calm shore of domes
ticity. Nestoiius had been a protege of Lady
Pit laud when his brilliant career was in
its dawn, and the friendship with that
wonderful old Indy and her family had
never l ecn interrupted, albeit their politi
cal opinions were as the poles asunder.
And now that the politician's distinguish
ed career was a cloned book, an 1 tfci't he
had wi'hdrawn in'- i' - 1. :.ru of private
i.fe, v,i. ., intention of ever
" ' ' ' er-.ft, agajn to on
's:.i. i - !- o' ; '-i ocean, it pleased
I ; dy LusLunur that flip great man should
enjoy some portio-vof his well-earned leis
ure under her roof.
Lord Lni-hmar arrived, fresh from ti
yachting excursion in the Hebrides,
bronzed rnd bearded, broad shouldered,
muscular, the manliest of young men,
with a fresh open air ocU about him, yet
intellectual withal. It was a fine face,
as even Stella was fain to confess to her
self as she withdrew from the morning
room after his lordship's arrival, leaving
mother and son together.
Yes, it was a fine fnce, bat far from a
pleasant face, Stella thought. 'J,'here was
the hnngbty expression of his grandmoth
er's old Northumbrian race the Fitz Hol
los who ilaimed to be descended In a di
rect line from those Norsemen who swoop
ed like a flock of sea birds on that bleak
const in the dim beginning of English his
tory.
He gave her a distant bow as she passed
him, a salutation which she acknowledged
with an almost imperceptible bend of the
long, slim throat, while the look in those
dark pyes of hers expressed absolute dis
like. She had not forgotten his parting
speech in the library seven years ago, or
the air with which be had flung open the
door and told her to "march." lie would
tell her to march again, perhaps, if she
should happen to be In his way at any
time. Thle was the first time they two
had met face to face since that day.
He looked after her wondcrlngly till
the po'tiere fell behind her and he and
hie mother were alone.
"Your protege has improved !" he said.
"She is not half so ugly as she was seven
years go."
"Pray don't call her my protege. Von
know she Is a legacy from poor Hubert,
sua incupoe wnicn dm galxotism baa lm-
npon me."
"Bot I take It she Is useful to mn r
yoa would hare sent ber aboil ,., btul-
ness before now. flhe fetches and carries
for those two lax? obi mauls of yours
Usibersnd Oldest ine I suppose?"
"She r-sds very well; that is the only
way in which she is useful to me. And
now, Victorian, let us talk of yourself and
of the future. I hope you are going to
stay here nil the winter till the House
reoiiens?"
"Would jou like me to stay?"
"Of coutse I would, dearest. What
have I to live for but your society? Life
is a blank when you are away from me.
The Bishop of Suurhborough is to be here
in a week or so, with his two daughters,
pretty, fresh young girls, and both musi
cal. 1 should not object to either as a
daughter-m law. Then there is old 1...
Ranbuy's daughter, the I liana of North
amptonshire, a frank, open-hearted girl
and a superb horsewoman. She comes
with Mrs. Mulciher, an old friend of mine.
Then there is Mr. Nestorius. The rest
are all your own invitations. Hid I tell
you that Ijidy Carminow will be here for
a week or twuV She wanted to run in
and out ns she used when she was a girl,
but I have insisted upon her sending over
her trunks. She will help to amuse Mr.
Nestnriti."
"No doubt. Mr. Nestorius Is impression
able, and a widower. Lady Carminow
would m;Ae him a capital wife."
"My dear Liishiiiar, he is old enough to
be her fa i ber."
"(J re-it ii ess is of no age. Nestorius at
fifty is more attractive than the common
herd of joi.iig men. and for a woman of
Lady Canunow's ambitious temper be
would be cH-ciHlly attractive. She has
secured her coronet. She has nmde her
self a marchioness, arid no one can mis
take ber. The next step would be to se
cure an e-prime minister for her bus
band and slave."
"That is all nonsense. Clarice is full of
romance."
Lady Lm h mar did not nmie the rtoiut.
She was bent tipou masking her butteries
if possible. Men are such kittie-eattl
ajU if lxslmiar once took it into bis head
that she v.us bent on match-making Iip
would set bis face against Clarice and all
her charms. She would trust to the chap
ter of Accident and to Lady Curmiuow'i
beauty, v huh w as in its zenith.
CHAPTER XI.
It was uenrly a week since the arrival
of the visitors, and Stella had enjoyed
more liberty during that interval than
she had known since she became her lady-
Bij.p s re.-!. n r. Mie Dad only lieen called
upon to write a few letters in the morn
ing, and to read to Lady Lashmar after
ten o clock in the evening. These nightly
readings generally lasted till the small
nours, out .VcIJa did not mind that. She
was not a person who required much
Sleep, and she was about In the dewv
purk long before the castle breakfast time.
and sometimes spent an hour with Mr.
Yerner before breakfast.
It was on one of these early visits that
she was snrprised by the entrance of a
stranger, who came unannounced into the
cottage parlor while she was reading
Aeschylus to her tutor.
The visitor was no less a person than
Mr. Nestorius, who had nnearthed Ga
briel Yerner the day after his arrival at
the castle, ar.d in whom the old man had
welcomed an honored pupil in the long
ago days of his university career. Yes,
it was Mr. Nestorius who stood in the
doorwsy smiling to hear the rugged iau-
sic of Prometheus from those girlish lips.
.so you au still at the old work, Yer
ner. lie said, and with a very promising
pupil. Will you present me?"
"My desr, this is Mr. Nestorius. You
have heard me talk about Mr. Nestorius "
S'ella bowed, blushing deeply. It was
the tirst time that any one of importance
had ever been presented to her. She
iosed h:r hook, rose hastily and took un
the neat little black straw hat which was
ber invariable headgear.
"I hope I have not scared you away,"
said Nestorius.
"No, sir; it is time for me to go back to
the castle."
"Nonwiise, child," said Yerner, "you
Id r,te her ladyship would not want vou
til! eleven o'clock. Sit down and let me
teli Mr. Nestorius what a capital Grecian
u are.
"It '.iscd to be Edgar in the old diiys,"
remorst c:i led the tiitesmiiii. unltiiM-
'.own his bat and seating himself t the
ibje, covered with books and iii.iiiii
"ripis, 'nose sleets of that inst work
'vhich was still in progress.
"But in those days you were an undor
rradunte and I was a don," answered
J.ibriel Yerner, shaking his gray head.
which was always just a little tremulous,
and no'.v you are a great statesman and
I am a nobody."
"The Intetpreter of the Stagyritc must
always be renowned." said Nestorius, his
hand upon a pile of manuscript on the
Id man's desk.
He bad unearthed h!s r.M tutor the Jy i
fter his Ririval at LuAuiuur Costle, aud j
had spent a gcod many odd half hours at
lhe cottage, talking over Yerner's hopes
and disappointments, listening with heroic
iiitkuce to complaints against publishers
and the leading public, mild bewailings
of fate, comforting, sustaining, as only he
(fluid. If he had been called a magnetic
man, it may be that magnetism was but
nother name for on intensely sympa-
hetic ncture.
Stella looked at bim with wondering.
orocst eyes, as he sat beside the old
tutor's desk. He was a man for whom
life was on the wane. He had passed the
flood tide of life and fame, and strength
and besuty. After some brilliant sue-
esses, he had lived o hear himself called
failuro; and he had retired from the
political nri-nn, ostensibly forever.
So this is Stella, the young lady of
whom I heard from poor Iasbmar years
:igo, when she was a little child. '
You knew Lord Lashmar, sir, my Lord
Lashmar?" exclaimed Stella breathless-
Yes; he and I were friends, though my
original friendship was with her lady-
hip's side of the bouse. Poor Lashmar
interested me; be was a remarkable young
man."
He was the best and noblest man that
ever lived," said Stella.
Within your knowledge, yes. I can
understand and admire your grateful af
fection for him," answered Nestorius
gently. "It was at Harrogate I met him
for the last time. You remember, Ver
ner. He was there with you one autrmn."
We only stayed a few days: the place
did not suit him, and be was anxious to
go back to the castle," said Verner.
"Yes, I reaember; and one of his rea
sons for thst anxiety was the existence
of an uiiipted daughter, a child of serea,
about whoai he talked to roe."
"He waa too good to me," faltered
fttvlla. -
"He has his reward, since yoa remem
ber blot with tesre," said Nettoftea.
"Yes. he told me his scheme pt education
aud how receptive he had alresd? found
your young mind, what great things hs
hoied from its later development, snd all
these ho-s were cut short by his untimely
death, i'ut I am glad to see that Mr.
Yerner has curried on his pupil's work."
"Mr. Yerner has made my life happy,"
said Stella. "I should have been quite
miserable without him."
She laid her small slpnder hand caress
ingly upon Yerner's shabby tuat collar
and he looked up at her with ineffable
love in his dim old eyes.
"She has txen sight to the blind," he
said. "She has been my consolation, and
I hsvp beeu hers, under, jxrhaps, not sl
i ' - kCiierous treatment. And now
!ii i. . -nip finds that the girl whom she
coiiiiti-d ls a burden is the most useful
of all br dejiendents."
"Yes, I have heyrd that you are Lady
Lashmiir's reader. Ijidy Curminow told
me about you. And now. if you are going
back to the castle, we may as well walk
together, iiiul you can tell me a little more
about youisilf and your studies."
The offer of such pscorf would have
been tin honor to a young iwrson of much
loftier rank than her ladyship's reader.
Stella put on her hat without a word,
waited meekly while Nestorius mid Yer
ner talked for another quarter of an hour;
and then the old mini followed his visitors
to the gate of the little garden, with its
chrysanthemums and late-lingering roses,
and stood watching them as they walked
down ilie village street, the statesman
tall and erect, the girl slim and straight
and tall Inside him.
(To be continued.)
friaToil Ilia Master.
Tj the ninny war stories of which a
horse Is the hero must be added a re
markable Incident that comes from
Rhodesia to the Sunday Magazine. A
little band of Englishmen was on me
isiint of being surround! and cut off.
The order, "Save yourselves!" was
given.
Captain Grey led the retreat at full
gallop, but a bullet struck bim and
wounded him so severely that he lost
h'.s mount. The horse was borne on
ward by the rush In the rear.
Helpless on the ground, within forty
feet of two leveled rifles, and almost
within roach of a band of men carrying
assegais, the officer ha i given himself
uj) for lost, when, to his Intense sur
prise, be saw his faithful horse rush to
ward him and adopt a position which
protected him from the weapons of bla
enemies.
i lis tirst thought was that the animal
had gone mad, but seeing that It show
ed unmistakable signs of comprehend
ing the (binger to tbein lioth, Captain
Grey made nn almost superhuman ef
fort to reach its buck. -
The shot had pnraly.e his right side;
fortunately he could seize the reins I
with his left hand, and then by putting
a foot In the stirrup be managed some
bow to gain the saddle. One word
"Go!" and the horse had darted Into
satoy with rocket-like speed, carrying
hU bleeding master ou his back.
No assegai pierced horse or man, and
do bullet touched either during this In
cident. Such nobility apjiealcd to the
savage.
Dragon Fly Ulnes on Mosquito.
There are two r.atural wmles of the
mosquito, the dragon fly and the s-p'der.
The latter, oa we know, wages constant
warfare upon all Lancet Life, and where
mosquitoes are plentiful they form the
chief diet of their hairy foe. The dra
gon fly Ls a destrcyer of mosquitoes In
at least two stages of Hfe. The larva
dragon fly feeds upon the larva, rnoti-
lulto, and when fully developed the
former dines conM.mtly upon the ma
tured mosquito. The dragou fly as a
solution of the mosquito jxtit question
Is iu;'. iiol!y satisfactory, fur while
there U no serious difficulty to be en-
couiitpred In the cultivation of dratron
en In large numbers, yet It Is mani
festly Impossible to keen Uiein In the
l.irk wood where moisquitoes atiound,
the hunting ground of the "darning
needle" bedug a..'iioug the flowers iutu
dry gardens where the sunshine pre
vails. For this very important reason
the sKdicuie of bunting one kind of ln-
swt vvliJi another must be abandoned
aa Impracti'iible. Washington Star.
Lake or Inklike Color.
In th Toiddk' of the Cocopuh hills, In
At', -t,a, 1 wlmt is known as the Lake
of Ink. Thous'li supplied by beautiful
.-rgs of clear water the liquid of the
lake Is black and of an Inklike charac
ter. The temperature varies from 110
degrees to 210 degree, according to the
location, and the water feels smooth
and oily. According to the IndlanA,
not only of the vicinity, but far away,
the waters of the lake have strong
medicinal quail!, though mot white
people would hesitate to adopt the
mode of treatmejit prescribed. The la
valid Is burled up to bla mouth In the
hot volcanic mud for from twenty to
thirty minutes. Then be Ls carried,
covered with mtxl, to the edge of the
lake, Into which he Ls plunged for from
fifteen to twenty minutes, after which
he Ls rolled In a blanket and allowed to
iiweat on the hot, sulphurous sand or
rock near by. The cures wrought are
said to be wonderful. Portland Ore
gon lan.
Colonial Compulsory Kdueatlon.
In the Eanpreaa theater, Earl's court,
London, an educational congress was
hold recently In connection with the
woman's work aectloo, educational di
vision, of the Vlot)riii era exhibition,
of which section the Gounteaa of War
wick ls president. Lord Loch, who pre
sided over the Initial meeting, when
the general subject under discussion
was "Education In the Colonies," said
he beiieved that be waa correct In stat
ing i.o.l iV. greai self-governing
colonic i education acta, differing In
many reavcta from each other, but all
with one underlying principle, and that
principle waa that education waa com
puUory. We would rather people would talk
belaud our back than gar a aurprtee
party "on" na tax Uta
way.
Mole Driver th.
No one supKsed Seth Hawkins had
spunk enough to Dre a gun. He had
drifted along' through a year or so of
service without being required to do
uiuch more than to drive tent stakes for
the camp and mule wagons for the
tnnrch. The captain kept him putter
ing around n little at odd times, and
once or twice hp had tried cooking for
bis company, but that wan really too
dangerous. The boys didn't like his
style. lu fact, poor old Seth didn't
seem to fit in anywhere and he hadn't
sent in any satisfactory reason why be
wns living, says a Western writer.
One day. In V3, If I remember right,
w e were making a forced march to join
the rest of our command) below Besaca,
and some way Seth wus put In charge
of the hospital train, and drove the
ambulance tilled with the poor fellows
who had boon wounded In the skirmish
the day before. The wagon headed a
motley procession of pack tmiles carry
! lnK Cil'P furniture, the coiiitnlKsary
sti' tdiesutider escort aud a few
str.itrnlcrs. There were not more than
twenty men even If Seth were counted
and they Jogged along slowly, falling
gradually further and further lxdilud
until only a cloud of dust proved that
the regiment was still in Hue in front
of them.
Seth was half dozing on the driver's
seat, and flic little company moved on
to the dink-clank of the frying pans
mid kettles dangling over the Hides of
the mules.
Suddenly a shot rang out from the
clump of underbrush a little distance
from the road; then another, and an
other! Seth woke up and sprang to
unhitch the mules, lashing them for
ward. Away they went, until the cloud
of dust first veiled, then absorbed them,
while Seth. suddenly transformed Into
a ninn of action, worked like mad to
draw the pack mules up In the living
barricade n round the wagon containing
the wounded, nnd even then under fire
from the enemy. The animals were
laden with tent canvas nnd blankets
high enough to reach the top of the
ambulance, nnd to form excellent
breastworks for the Utile company,
massed and put into good fighting
shape by the mule driver, who then
swung his own rifle to his shoulder, and
for the first time raised its hammer for
a purposeful blow. There was some
good fighting on both sides; a bold sally
to capture the wagons was abandoned
only after the Confederate captain was
killed by Seth's bullet, but licfore the
detachment from the front, warned by
(be arrival of the ambulance mules
that something was wrong, came to the
relief, the lit tit; band had the Johnnies
nutted.
"V ou will wear chevrons for this, my
mini," said the captain when be beard
of tin? strategy and repulse. Seth shift
ed his tobacco from one check to the
other and looked uneasy.
"Wall. I (luiino," he said at last; "I
duiino as I Leer lo be pestered with
them tamal things." And be swung
up again and cracked the long whip
over the backs of bis mule team.
General tirnnt'a Cuifor n.
Geo. Horace Porter describes the ad
vance on Petersburg in otic of his arti
cles lu the Century on "Campaigning
with Grant." Jen. Porter says, con
ceniing Grant's attitude towards dress:
The weather had become so warm
(hat the general and most of the staff
had ordered thin, dark blue flannel
blouses to be sent to them to take the
place of the heavy uniform coals which
they had been wearing. The summer
eloihlng had arrived, and was now
tried on. The general's blouse, like the
others, was of plain material, single
breasted, ami bad four regulation ))
button Ic fro.it. It was substantially
the coat of a private soldier, with noth
ing to Indicate the rank of an officer
except the three gold stars of a lieuten
ant general on the shoulder straps. He
wore at this time a turn-down white
linen collar and a small, blnck "butter
fly" cravat, which was booked on to his
front collar button.
The general, when he put on the
blouse, did not take the pains to see
whether It fitted him or to notice how
it looked, but thought only of the com
fort It afforded, and said, "Well, this
is a relief," and then added: "I have
never takpn as much satisfaction ns
some people In making frequent
changes in my outer clothing. I like
to put on a suit of clothes when I get
up In the morning, and wear It until
I go to lied, unless I have to make a
change In my dress to meet company.
I have been In the habit of getting one
coat at a time, putting It on and wear
ing It every day as long as It looked re
spectable, Instead of using a best nnd a
second best. I know thst Is not the
right way to manage, but a comforta
ble coat seems like an old friend, and I
don't like to change It."
The general had also received a pair
of (lent, neatly fitting calfskin boots,
' '-'ch hp seemed to take a fancy;
ileieiftor be wore them most of the
time In place of his henry top-boota,
putting on the latter only when be rode
out In wet weather.
Couldn't Hear Blight.
"I sjioke of OcnernI Francta B. Pat
terson," said Mr. Ennls of the Eighth
New Jersey. "He waa a braee maa
and a good officer. He waa a brigadier
general assigned to a brigade, tbe
Thlr4 corpa. Upon a reorganisation of
the army after Antlirtani, and while
w e were on the way to Fredericksburg,
a younger brigadier waa fiven com
maud of a division. Jumping Patterson,
the rauklng otHcer. Patterson wae a
proud-spirited gentleman, and the
slight preyed upon his mind. Ha
seemed to lose Interest In his work. No
one could get him into conversation for
more than a minute or two. He would
go off by himself and look like one
dazed, as If In great trouble. Ordere
came for our brigade to move at 5
o'clock the next morning. While the
troops were falling In, to move out, a
pistol shot w as heard In the tent of the
general. A member of his staff, fear
ing an accident had hapjicned, went to
his tent, looked lu, and there, on his
bunk, was the general, still holding In
his right hand a revolver, from which
one charge had been shot, and In his
head was the track of the bullet. The
general was dead. He could withstand
the shock of a bullet In his flesh; ha
could lie defeated by the enemybut b
could not stand up under th(Vock 3f
humiliation which the slight conveyed.
Little attention was paid to the event
at the time; but now It furnishes ample
food for reflection. Poor Frank Pat
terson carried around a broken heart
for a few days, and lindlng It too heavy
a burden laid It down with a revolver.
General Patterson went out with the
One Hundred and Fifteenth Pennsyl.
vanla." Chicago Times Herald.
Hhcrldan in Kuttle.
Gen. Horace Porter, In bis "Cam
paigning with Grant" In the Century
magazine, says of Sheridan at Appo
mattox: No one could look at Sheridan
at such a moment without a sentiment
of undisguised admiration. In this
campaign, as In others, he had shown
himself jHissessed of military traits of
the highest order. Bold In conception,
self-reliant, demonstrating by his acts
that "much danger makes great hi-nrts
most, resolute," fertile In resources,
combining the restlessness of a Hot
spur with the patience of a Fabius, it is
no wonder that he should have ts-cn
looked ujsin as the wizard of the bat
tlefield. Generous of his life, gifted
with the ingenuity of a Hannibal, the
dash of a Murat, the courage of a Ney,
the magnetism of his presence roused
bis troops to deeds of individual hero
ism, and bis unconquerable columns
rushed to victory with all the confi
dence of Caesar's Tenth Legion. AYber
ever blows fell thickest, there was his
crest. Despite the valor of the defense,
PIosi!ig ranks went down before the
fierceness of his onsets, never to rise
again; and he would not pause till the
folds of his banner waved alsjve the
strongholds he had wrested from the
foe. Hrave Sheridan! I can almost
sec him now; his silent clay again
quickened into life, once more riding
"Klen.l" through a Are of hell, leaping
opposing earthworks at a single bound,
and leaving nothing of those who lar
red his way except the fragments scat
tered in bis path. As long as manly
courage l.s talked of, or heroic deeds
are honored, the beam of a grateful
people will lx-at resiMnsive to the men.
tion of the taiismanlc name of Short,
da n.
Grot's Aversion to T.lnrs.
Gen. Horace Porter, writing of Geru
Grant !u the Century, dwells upon
Grant's aversion to liars. He quotes
Gen. Kawlins as saying, "The General
always likes to tell nn anecdote thst
points a moral on the subject of lying.
He hates ny two kinds of people, 'f-trs
and cowafds. He has uo patience with
them, and never falls' to show his aver
sion for them."
(Jen. IugsiUs added, "Such traits are
so foreign to his own nature that it Is
not surprising that he should not tol
erate tlietn lu others. As man and boy
he lias always been the most absolutely
iruthful persou In the whole range of
my acquaintance. 1 never knew h.m to
run into the slightest exaggeration, or
to Isirrow from his Imagination In re
biting an occurrence."
One of the party remarked, "I was
amused one day to hear an officer say
that the General was 'tediously truth
ful.' He meant, he said, that the Gen
eral, la mentioning something that bad
taken place, would direct his mind so
earnestly to stating unimportant de
tails with entire accuracy that he would
tiuir the iti ,'st uf lhe story.
"For Instance, a,'' - ; ' - '
walk around caa.p no vw-u. j ..v,
was told so and so bIkiiiI th- .. iu!dl '
by Dr. while we wera talking this
morning Inside of his tent;" and a half
hour afterward he would take the trou
ble to come back and say, as if It were
a matter of the greatest Importance, T
was mistaken when I told you (hat my
conversation with Dr. occurred In
side his tent; that was not correct; it
look p'.ace while we were standing' ta
front of his tent "
Ilia Narrow Kacape.
Few, except old voters tis, know bow
nearly Jeff Davis came to being tried
by h court 'ict'sl. In Gooi;!, w.m
after his capture. Mai. Gen. Wll -.on,
commanding the cavalry corps, tiy
members of which Davis was mndo
prisoner, had convened a court of
which Col. C. G. Thomson, of the
Seventy-second Indiana, now a re!
dent of Lafayette, whs made president,
and while the Judge advocate wuii
looking around for Ink and jwper to
record the proceedings, a telegram,
from the War Ifepnrtment was receiv
ed ordering Davis to lie sprit to Wash.
Ington. Soldier who were on the
scene say the war spirit was far alwve
fever-heat Just then, and If the Wash
Ington dispatch had lscn delayed
about forty-eight hours, the Govern
ment would have been saved n large
expense and much wtsry In deciding
what course should be pursued toward
D vis. American Tribune.
Doan look down on folks kaae dey'e
lesser dan what you le. De wind la so
small dat yon cun t see It, but It mos'
Lnglnerally raises do debbll Id a cyclone