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There's a sweetness In the air
W hen the iud Is tow,
and the sky is flushed and bare,
And the light winds blow;
While the shadows come and go
As the night doth fall,
Along tl.e misty moor land where the
There's a lady full of grace
Whom I loved of yore,
And the lovelight on her face
And I long as heretofore
For the nijrht to lall
Along the misty moor land where th
Dear love, can I forget
Through the flying years
Thy face amid the fret
Of their pain and tears;
Hay, my heart remembers yet
When the night doth fall
'Along the misty moor land where the
Ernest A. Newton.
Mrs. Spreadbrow sat under the big
willow In her front garden. Behind her
stood the trim cottag, and in the grass,
also out at her feet, gamboled Eddy, her
joungest bo-n, and the new white and
Prom the gyration of the two young
restores on the gras,Mrs. Spreadbrow
let her eyes wander drearily across the
nay to the irregular sky line of the big
eity. where she knew that Mr. Spread
trav was busily engaged in converting
aaleg of tot ton Into brisk bank notes.
Ah, though she, happily, she had
snoch to be thankful for, the best hus
aajnd in the world, promising family,
a charming home on Staten Island and
But at this Juncture her reverie
was broken In upon by the sound of
footsteps on the gravel walk leading
tram the front gate to the house, and
looking up, she beheld the comfortable
ltrare f her dear friend, Mrs. Town-
There followed a scene such as any
Mdy who has been surprised by the
sodden and unexpected arrival of
Tatsed friend can readily imagine. In
the course of it Mrs. Townley was con
eyed to the parlor of the trim cottage,
to ait and "cool off" before going up
stair. "Take off your bonnet, dear," said
ler cheery hostess. "I will, put your
satchel and parcel and things on this
ahafr. O, I have so much to tell you
abost and scold you for; why haven't
Too come down before?"
In the midst of Mrs. Townley's ex
planations as to why she had absented
herself, there burst through the open
Trench window, like the advent of a
whirlwind, the puppy. Sport, in full
wry, followed by Eddy.
Sound and round the rom they cir
cled for some moments and then, obedl
mmX to the oft-repeated commands of his
rather, the little youth turned and em
iraeed their visitor with much hearti
ness. The peace that followed these
"nronstrations was rudely put to flight
the click of the front gate, and the
r from Eddy, who was stationed at
window, announcing "a lady com-
Sonebody to call. How provoking!"
said Mrs. Spreadbrow, with a pucker of
her plicid brow. "Curae, Maria, let's
go up ttairs before Delia goes to the
4wr. There goes the Lsll! Never mind
In an instant the room was cleared of
M save Ihe black and white puppy,
who shan bled about for a moment.
Mien trotted out into the garden by the
avne route he had come in.
T"s a young lady, Mrs. Spreadbrow,
sad she says she wants to see you on
iosiness," announced Delia, a moment
Alter, thrusting her head through the
ioa at the room to which Mrs. Spread,
bur and her friend had retired.
"Dear me! what can she want?" The
tody's voice expressed as much Irrita
ttoai as that kindly organ could em
arr.. Jra-efte-entered the parlor, a tall, slim
Kill, who had been standing nervously
fea the middle of the room, advanced to
her, and the Icy tone and manner
Mrs. Spreadbrow had determined
rsisme toward the disturber of her
sion melted away as the pretty
yoang creature lifted a pair of sad dark
eyes to her face and said in an em
"Please pardon me for Intruding. 1
have come to to "
"Pray sit down," Interrupted Mrs.
Thank you," said the girl, and
ipped Into a chair. "I will not de
tain you, long. I have here a chil-
dron'M history " and from the depths
f a romoy satchel she produced a
mart hook "that Catcham & Teasam
are publishing " !
Ah! Now Mrs. Spreadbrow knew the
vnL "But I don't want It," she said,
"It won't do any any harm to to
MA at It." 'The girt spoke as If trying
t reseat a lesson, and with a wistful
hk la her face.
"Tea, It will; because If I let you
sharw R to mm I may buy It, and I real
s1 n't want It."
"Nobody does; but you have put your
aafeattoa af It very kindly," said the.
Ctrl, rising to go.
Ha voice trembled, and the smile she
wjaaged to screw her pretty Hps Into
waw far from cheerful. Mrs. ,lpreed
Iraw was touched. There was some
tttfeaf so pathetic about the voice and
answer, Md aha waa ao very young
wmt a very pretty. The motherly lady
feather hand on the girl's arm, saying
' tt BM give yoq a glass of claret be
Cart jtm act out again in the heat Of
far the tlttla book agent had turned
' rwt$ ta- httr Um team she could not
i bm," MwmvM, "tt'i the
- Tiamn not beta ac-
customed to the work. I began only
yesterday, and it's a long trip to and
from New York."
"Sit down," urged Mrs. Spreadbrow.
gently, "and I will go and get the
When she returned the girl had quite
ecovered and was sitting quietly at the
window smiling at the gambols of the
puppy. She apologized for having
given away to her emotions, sipped her
wine and then rose again to go.
"Thank you so much for your kind
ness," she said warmly, and "gaod
by!" "Stop," exclaimed Mrs. Spreadbrow,
"I've changed my mind about the book,
I'll take It." -
"You really need It?" with a percep
tible brightening of the eyes.
"I can't get on without a history for
Eddy. I never thoughtof Sport's hav
ing destroyed the one ho had."
When the necessary negotiations had
been concluded and the pretty book
agent had departed. Mrs. Spreadbrow
returned to her guest, with many apol-1
ogles for her long absence and bubbing
over with the pathetic romance she had covered herself and turning to the pi- of human society. Since I can no lon
woven from the materials furnished byillceman said: "Search my satchel, sir, ger go out my pleasures have been re
tire young girl's words and manner. j please, and you," to Mrs. Spreadbrow, duced to the modest dimensions of a
The two ladies talked over this and j "you may search my person; and may good glass of wine, which is too often
similar instances, until they were both God forgive you!" j forbidden to me now, and, again, a
in a tearful state, and Mrs. Townley. I "o, my dear. I can't. I can't I can't; . pinch of snulT. Should one wisn to
to turn the tide of feeling, proposed go- when I look at you I can't be be But
ing Into the parlor and opening the everything's against yiu." Mrs. Spread
nubbly litt!e package which she had brow's eyes were full of tears and her
brought and which she said contained voice trembled.
some trifles for the children. "There ain't no purse here but this
This proposition was hailed with Joy one," remarked the policeman, who had
by Mrs. Spreadbrow. Mrs. Townley been rummaging through the contents
was in the act of untying the last t,t the black satchel, holding up a slim
string, when she suddenly bethought
her of her blacK satcner, in w men n was
her custom to carry her purse, and
which hau Den depositee, wirn ner
net and parasol on a chair in the cor
ner of the room. With the precipitancy
invariably displayed by her sex at such
Junctures, she rose and stepped over
to get it The parasol and bonnet were
on the chair, but not the satchel.
"Are you sure that you didn't take
it into the library?" asked Mrs. Spread
brow, after the parlor had been search
ed. "I know I didn't" responded Mrs.
Townley, with tremulous Irritation.
"But of course we can look."
The satchel was not In the library, the
only room occupied by the ladles since
Mrs. Townley's arrival; nor did It turn
up anywhere in the house, which with
anxious inconsistency, w as searched j
from top to bottom. Mrs. Townley had
become very pale and Mrs. Threadbrow
trembled with excitement and chagrin.
"O, this is dreudful," she said at last.
"I I hate to think it possible, but It
must have been stolen. How much
was In the purse?"
"A hundred dollars,' responded Mrs.
Townley. "I brought it with me for
safety. But who who? There has been
no one '
"The little bok agent," gasped Mrs.
Spreadbrow.. "She Is the only person
who has been In the parlor besides my
self since you left It. Is it possible
can It be that Innocent-looking O,
But Mrs. Spreadbrow was a woman
of action, albeit mild and gentle, and
she sprang to her feet, fiercely clench
ing her small, soft fists. "I'll follow
her!" she cried. "Do you go one way,
Maria; I will go another, and Delia and
the children shall go In the other direc
tions, O, we will run her down! The
In a few minutes the house was emp
tied of occupants, barring the cook,
who stood with her elbows on the fence
and watched the departing search
party, and the black and white puppy,
who, in his foolish way, growled at
and worried something under the big
Wlth the hot August sun pouring
down upon their heads the pursuers
scurried from house to house, while
with what Mrs. Spreadbrow termed
"the Intense cunning of a thief," the
little book agent managed to elude '
At last Mrs. Spreadbrow found i
servant who said that she had seen the
girl enter the railway station and that
if Mrs. Spreadbrow hurried she could
overtake her before the arrival of the
train for St. George. Statlonward the
anxious lady sped, fear and Indlgna-jthe
tlon, Intermixed with a spice of uncer-
What should she do if the girt refused
to give up the purse? Ah, she knew;
she would get on the train, find a po-
liceman at St. George and Intercept her ;
as she stepped on the boat. '
She reached the station Just In time
to see the book agent's skirt whisk i
through the door of a forward car; she j
herself was hauled onto the last car by
an obliging brakeman. Just as the train
Arrlved at St. George, Mrs. Spread!'
explained that the young woman In the
rray linen dress, carrying tne o:acic ,
satchel, had committed a theft, and
urged him excitedly to detain her. The
officer hesitated a moment, and then
interposing his portly form between
the young girl and the gang plank,
touched her lightly on the arm and
aid, pointing to Mrs. Spreadbrow:
"Do you know this lady?"
"Tea that is, I went to her house
this morning, and she waa"
"Will you come out of this crowd?"
said Mrs. Bpreadbrow, her firmness
suddenly forsaking her, "I want to
speak with you."
"But I will mlas my boat,' 'expostu
lated the girl nervously. "My mother
will be waiting for me and what can
you mean by calling a policeman to
tp met she concluded with a fright
ened look In her eyei.as If a full realisa
tion of the situation had but Just flash,
ed upon her.
"The fact Is." exclaimed the pollce-
"thla lady wants me to arrest roo
for theft, but maybe you can explain
certain suspicious circumstances."
The girl was white to the lips now,
and the look of despairing flight In her
eyes was pitiful to see.
"For theft me for theft?" 'she said
with stiff lips.
"O, do come where It Is quiet," urged
the accuser, looking as distressed as Hie
accused and then the three went into
"Sit down," Bald Mrs. Spreadbrow
weakly, whn they had reached a quiet
corner of the big room.
"Thank you, I prefer to stand." re
plied the girl proudly. "And now may
I ask what you accure me of stealing?"
"I I." said Mrs. Ppreadbrow. trem
bling before the pale "little thief," "we
think you took Mrs. Townley's pu:se
out of my parlor this morning; you
were the only person In the room beside
myself between the time she left it
there and the time we found it cone
"My God!" murmured the book agent
dropping Into a seat and covering her
face with her hands. Presently she re-
"ihats mine; look through It; you
wj find Just 0 tents." The book agent
spoke very calmly.
"That's right," ho absented, putting
the purse back. "But of course the
money mast be hid on the lady's per
son." he added cautiously.
"Here It is! Here It Is!" cried n
pantlrg but triumphant voire, and Mrs
Townley, flushed and excited, rushed
toward the trio waving a rnueh-maulei!
Russian leather bar. such as some
ladies are f ind of carrying their hand-
kerchiefs and purses in.
"It was that wretched black and
white puppy! He must have taken it
out of the parlor, and Eddy found him
chewing It to pieces in the garden.
Why, what Is the matter. Hattle?" for
Mrs. Spreadbrow had dropped Into a
seat and regardless of curious eyes, waa
"I I I'm sorry. Pie please for
The little book agent wavered a mo
ment, scorn, Indignation and pity chas
ing each other across her face. Then
she slipped down beside the distressed
little lady and taking one of her limp
hands said simply:
"I do forgive you. Pray don't cry.
But, please, next time you miss any
thing, be sure the black anl white pup
py hasn't taken it before you deride
that anybody else has,"
She could not refrain fmm this mild
s.hot, and, though K was tremulously
aimed. It did not miscarry, but v.nt
straight to Mrs. Spreadbrow 's heart,
where It has lodged ever since.
And so It was the black and white
He is a sedate dog now and a
great favorite of Miss Amelia Banks
ex-book agent w ho declares that If it i
had not brcli for him she would never'
have obtained her present lucrative and
congenial position in Mr. Spreadbrow s j
office, where the painful memories of j
her experience as a book agent ana i
other painful memories as well are
fast fading iiito oblivion.
Alcoholism Among Animals.
"The taste for alcohol," says the Re-
vue Sclentlflque, "Is not the privilege of
man alone. It Is well known that the
horse will eagerly drink a quart of red
wine, and that dogs love beer. The ex-
ploits of Gideon In Zoa's 'La Terre'
attest from the standpoint of literature
the bacchlc tastej of the animal. Now
'Medeclne Moderne' tells us of a dem-
onstratlon made by Mr. Tutt, London,
that even butterflies may go on a spree,
In a public lecture, Mr. Tutt shut up in
case male and female butterflies with
, flowers of divers species. Now, while
female butterflies quenched their
thirst modestly by sipping a few drops
of dew In the calyx of a rose, the
males Indulged In characteristic in
temperance. They went straight to the
flowers whose distillation produced tne
most alcohol, and indulged in their
Juices till they fell senseless where
they stood. The butterflies were Oeart-
aruns.. in runnrr tinmn
tors, Mr. Tutt Introduced Into the case
a glass of water and several glasses of
brandy. The male butterflies, without
hesitation, chose the brandy. The fact
does not admit of doubt. Male butter-
i flies in a state of reedom are often at-
Ill Kill L1IHL hub wren in, VII
table, and, drinking of It to excess, sleep
" .. .. ....
the heavy sleep of drunkenness.'
Balleetlons of a Bachalor.
Love with women Is like poker with ,
a man he does moat of his winning j
while learning it.
Women know more about love thai
they do about loving; men know more
about loving than they do about love.
Married men are rare whose pride Is
so strong that they can t bear to think
they might have been refused when
Every other woman you meet has
either a missionary scheme that she Is
Interested In or else a kitten that she
wants you to take care of.
There Is no surer wsy for a man to
make a girl think (he has got to have
another man than for hlrn to make her
think he thinks he has got to have ner..Thwe men cU)m th, ch.mp,on,h,p
New Turk Press.
Herr Harden, Prince Bismarck's In.
tlmate friend and companion, has caus
ed a sensation in Berlin by the publi
cation of some curious facts about the
The most sensational revelation was
that, when his political career closed.
Bismarck the monumental man of
the last half of the century, the most
successful of piortals. if success be
measured by achievements actually
contemplated suicide. He says:
"Pismank undoubtedly contemplated
suicide as a relief from his intense
sufferings, the fu:l extent of which was
only known to those al-ut him; but he
was restrained by pride.
"Kis own words to me were: 'Peo
ple wish me Ions life. It is very kind
of them. If they could take away my
pains I would also consent to their
wishes. But, as it Is. my duties now
consist of washing, shaving and cut-
' tln" the naU f m' Lands and toes and
""I have become a useless member
live longer thus? My good wife is no
longer with me.
" 'I am completely contented to die
' and long for Euthanasia. It is nr
longer considered respectable and
moral for a man to put an end to a
used-up life. It was different In class
leal days. We have all read Cornelius
i Nepos and what he says about suicide.
v have become more sentimental
j ,. ,Jf fme enJ hig ,fe nr)W
; the motive would be twisted, the wild
est reports circulated. No one can
blame me for not being abb: to do more.
I have had to give up political busi
ness; the sight of the development of
affairs furnishes no pleasure for me;
I have too long looked on agriculture
jis a minor employment to let It ruls
rny life know."
"Then, after a pause, Bismarck said:
'People do not know what It Is to feel
I one's self slowly dying, and there are,
in addition, the pains with their in-
A Novel Lunch.
One of Philadelphia's wealthy young
jacnel)I.gi wh has most artistic rooms
about a mile from the Philadelphia
club, was surprised one afternoon by a
call from a mother and daughter, both
especial friends on whom he waa anx
ious to make a favorable impression.
Of course, he was glad to Bee them, but
they had taken him unawares, and he
reflected with a growing lioiior that
there wiis not so much as a cracker to
Being a man of wonderful mental
resources, a bright Idea suddenly
struck him. Why not use dog biscuit?
He had plenty of these, and they were
r.ot half unpalatable, while If broken
up Into liny Judicial bits there was
every chance of their not being recog
nized. They might even be mistaken
for the .latest thing In biscuits. Deter
mined to try It anyhow, the bai hei ir
presently offered liis guests some sherry
"."' B"' " "
...i.v. i :... . .1. I., i. . .) .. .
oainry re rejojiijie. ii worKeii ukc a
( harm, as the gueKS were visibly Im
pressed with the new viand. They n b
bled at It dlllgent'y. If with difficulty,
and asked where It might be obtained.
I'pon this ilnt the young man was
tinnHic trt etve nnv SHttKfaetion. -The
biscuits were, he said, a special im
portation of a friend of his, very costly
and very rare, who had presented them
to the bachelor, the latter, of course,
only serving them to his most honored
The mother even asked If she could
not take a sample home with her; they
were going abroad very soon, she said,
and would so much love to match It
In London or Paris, But this aspira
tion the startled youth nipped In the
bud by begging to be allowed to ob
tain a boxful of the dainty article for
them froii. his friend.
A Youthful Gamblers Bribe.
Little Francis Is only five years old
as yet, but already he has a pretty clear
conception of some of the ways of the
world and Its methods of accomplish
ing desired ends. Visiting at his grand
father's house not long ago, one of his
uncles taught him to match pennies,
with the result that he wanted to kee
on with this amusement day and lilght
Sunday and weekday alike.
"Grandpa says we can't match pen
nice today," he weeplngly told one
the aforementioned unties on a Sunday
"Oh, go and coax him a little," wa
the laughing rejoinder, "and I gues'
he'll give In and let us.
And this was the Interpretation tha-'
Francis gave to the word "coax," to th1
horror of his strongly religious grand"
"Grandpa," he said, gaxlng up Int
his ancestor's face with beseeching ear
ne,tness, "If you will let us match per
nies this afternoon I'll give you half
all I win."
A Snake Story. t
Charles Casey, Albert Baldwin, Ollv
J. Default, Merl Nutting and Lot
Fanlon, farmers living In the vicinity''
Meadow Pond, Mass., organised a sna'
hunting party and went looking for f
reptiles. The first place they trul(
was In an old well. The stone covert
of the well was removed and a la'
number of snakes were seen crswll
around. The killing was quickly beg
nd when finished seventeen bla'
snakes, measuring about eighty
altogether, were stretched on the '
I snake killing In Worcester county
Pathar of Our Country waa Not
Suooaaa as a Poat.
Among the autographic papers of
George Washington purchased by the
government of the United States, and
preserved in the library of the depart
ment of state, are four poems. Two of
them are undoubtedly original and are
very bad verses. The other two are
manifestly copied from some newspa
per or magazine, perhaps a book, with
out reference or credit to tht-lr au
One of the original poems has been
discovered to be an acrostic, which was
a fashionable trick of lovemaklng in
those days, and the Initial letters of the
lines form the name "Frances Alexa,"
the last one evidently Intended for Al
?xander. The poem Is unfinished:
From your bright sparkling eyes I was
Rays you have more transparent than
Amidst lis glory In the rising Day.
None can equal you In your bright ar
Constant and'ln your calm and unspot
Equal to all, but will to none Prove
So knowing, seldom one so Young,
Ah! woe's me, that I should love and
Long have I wished, but never dare re
Even though severely Love's Pains I
Xerxes the great wasn't free from Cu
And all the greatest heroes felt the
To Betsy Fauntleroy was addressed
the other original poem, which reads:
Oh, ye gods, why should my Poor He
Stand to oppose thy might and Power,
At last surrender to Cupid's feathered
And now lays bleeding every hour
For her thal'i, liiyless of my grief and
. And will not on me Pity take.
I'll sleep amongst my most inveterate
And with gladness never wish to
tn deluding slet-pings let my eyelids
That in an enraptured Dream I may
Possess those Joys denied by Day.
ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
Assist me, mus divine; to sing the morn
Cm which the Savior of Mankind was
But, oh! what numbers to the Theme
I'nless kind angels from the Skies!
Methlnks I see the tuneful Host de
scend. And with officious Joy the Scene attend.
Hark! by their Hymns directed on the
The Gladsome Shepherds find the Nas
And view the Infant conscious of his
Smiling. iK-speak Salvation to the
For when the Important Hera first
In which the great Messiah should ap
pear; And to accomplish bis redeeming love,
Hesign his glorious Throne above,
Beneath our form should every Woe
And by triumphant suffering fix his
Should for lost Man in Tortures yield
Dying to save us from eternal Death!
O mystic union! Salutary Grace!
Incarnate (od our Nature should em
brace! That Deity should stoop to our Dis
guise! That man. recov'd, should regain the
Dejected Adam! from thy grave ascend,
And view the Serpent's Deadly Malice
These are the things which, one
Will make a life that's truly Blessed,
A Good Estate on Healthy Hon,
Not got by Vice nor yet by Toll;
Hound a warm Fire, a PleaBant Toke,
With Chimney ever-free from smoke.
A Stretch entire, A Sparkling Bowl,
A quiet Wife, a quiet Soul,
A mind as well as bodv, whole.
Prudent Simplicity, constant Friends,
A Diet which no art Commends;
A Merry Night without much Drinking,
. Happy Thought without much Think.
Each Night by Quiet Sleeps made short,
A will to be but what thou art.
Possess'd of these, all else defy.
And Neither Wish nor fear to Die.
These are things, which, one possess'd,
Will make a life that's truly Bless d.
Letter from Washington, to "My
Iiear Friend Robin:"
"My place of residence Is at present
with His Lordship (Lord Fairfax) where
1 might, was my heart disengaged,
pass my time very pleasantly, as there's
a very agreeale young lady lives In
the same house (Col. George Fairfax's
nlster), but as that's only adding fuel
lo the flre.it makes me the more uneasy,
for by often and unavoidably being In
company with her revives my former
passions for your Lowland Beauty,
' I w in live more retired from
young women I might In some measure
allevlHte my sorrow by burying that
chaste and troublesome passion In the
grave of oblivion or eternal forgetful
ness, for as I am very we lassured
that's the only antidote or remedy that
I shall ever be relieved by or only re
cess that can administer any cure rtr
help to me. as I am well convinced thatt
waa I ever to attempt anything I
should only get a denial, which woulll
be only adding grief to uneasiness.'
About this time 'Washington wrltt s
nother letter In which he alludes to
Miss Cary. This was addressed to Dee r
"This come to Fredericksburg fa
in hopes or meeting witn a speedy pa
sage to you if your'e not there, whi
hope you II gel shortly, altho' I a
almost discouraged from writlnr
you, as this Is my fourth to you slnle
I reeeivea any irom yourself, I honY
you'll not make the Old Proverb xxid
out or signi, out oi mino as It s ort
of the greatest pleasures I can vet for
see or naving in rairrax often hearlnk
from you. nope you II not denv me.
... . r
"I pass the time much more aere
abler than what I Imagined I should,
as there's a very agreeable young tod
lives in ine same nouse where I rent
(Col. George Fairfax's wife's sister!
that in a gresi measure cheats my so
row ana aejecienness. tno' not an
draw my thoughts altogether from vo
parts. couin wisn to oe witn you dowf
. . - . . . . . .
there witn sii my neart, but as It Is
tning almost impraruranie. Shall r
myself where I am, with hopes of aho
f having some minutes of your tra
actions in your parts, which will
very welcomaly received by your
Chlldran's Part In th War of tha
(By Mrs. Janvier LeDuc, Regent of the
Colonial Dames and Lecturer on
Children played an Important part In
the war for Independence.
The flst martyr to the cause of lib
erty was a little Boston boy, and In the
closing scene at Yorktown a slight form
stepped forward a lad of 19 and re
ceived the fallen British standard.
Through the struggle In Khode Island
two young girls, whose husbands were
with the army, performed all the labor
on the farm, taking their babies with
them to the field. Dorcas Matteson pil
lowed hers In the grass, while Emma
Aldrlch cradled hers In the bough of a
Wodman says that during the attack
on Fort Montgomery, in October, 1777,
Rebecca Rase, 7 years of age, flew to
save her Block of rag dolls, which she
hid In a maple sugar trough, regardless
of the balls which screamed all around
We have all heard of the horrible
atrocities of the Indians. A little boy
In Vermont climbed Into the great
chimney when his family fled from the
whooping savages. They made a roar
ing fire, and he came tumbling down
upon the hearth a suffocated corpse.
Boys and girls seem to have been.
the same one hundred years ago as
they are now. They were active at the
Boston massacre and in the burning of
effigies in South Carolina. The streets
swarmed with them. They had to be
taken Into aurount by friends and foes.
When Ethan Allen set forth to thrash
the Tory printer, Rlvinglon, of New
York, w ho had been abusing the patrl-
ts in his paper, a crowd of boys gath
ered around the tall figure In tarnished
regimentals and loudly cheered the
hero. 3ui no fight came off, and the
disappointed t;ys were disgjsud with
A boy was at the head of the mob In
77". Those too young to bear arms
found ways to show their zeal for lib
erty. They worked In the trenches,
they drove their teams when fortifica
tions were built, they acted as scouts.
One of the best accounts of our army
on Dorchester Heights was wrilien oy
Jeremiah Baler, but 11 years old, whu
tended his father's horses through that
night of anxiety, when the British at
tack was expected.
When Barrett was leading his minute
men to meet the British at Concord his
grandson, 14 years old, was marching"
with the village lads to remove the
powder the king's troops had come to
Just as Fort Montgomery surrendered
to the British nssauit, Bevfily Gar
rison, a boy of 14, was teaming a can
non to the outworks. He refused to
leave his team and was captured.
When the British held Rhode Island
the inhabitants suffered greatly from
the plundering enemy. At last the boys
all along the shore formed Into com
panies to protect their parents' prop
erty. They acted with gteiit bravery,
although the tldist of them waa only
At the British descent uixin Connec
ticut the Yale College bos turned out
In full force, led by Aaron Burr.
In the meantime th- girls did service
as scouts and spies. When the war was
tarried Into the southern states it be
came unusually bitter, for It was a
war between neighbors and families.
Tory feeling was strong; while the
rvl ww nnnr manv concealed
themselves in the swamps, and thn
the girls were of service. They carried
food to their fathers, often going to
them at night, always at the risk of
their own lives, and of betraying tha
hiding places of their dear ones. J
When De Piatt was imprisoned In
New York his daughter was so persist
ent in her pleadings with Sir Henry
Clinton that he was glad to rtdease his
A Connecticut mother sent all of her
sons, the youngest but 14. He soon re
turned, as he had no musket. She said:
"Go back, and take a gun from tha
Hundreds of boys enlisted at 14. A
large part of, the force at Buiiker Hill
were mere lads, and ne-thlrd of tha
heroic defenders of Fort Mlfiln wera
Stephen Martlndale weighed but 64J
pounds, but he found all through tha
battle of Bennington.
Nyal Knapp was an officer of Wash
ington's Life Guards at IS, and Wil
liam Napluy was the same age and
Alexander Hamilton at 17 was writing
articles discussing the advantages of
open rebellion against the mother coun
try. He was then a student In King's
now Columbia college. He, with fif
teen students, went to Captain Lambs,
offering to a.islst In tecurlng the can
non that defended the city,
The British men-of-war in the stream
fired upon them, but the little band
brought away every gun.
While In Chicago recently a Man
chesterite of an economical nature In
vested In a bedstead and had It shipped
home, along with some other articles
which were purchased at "Bargain"
prices, 'ine wooa in tne pea was a
(rifle green, and during one of the re
cent warm days It broke out all over
with buds and Inside of a week was
covered with little green waving
branches. Next autumn the children
can pick hickory nuts from the side
pieces and tap the headboard for mr
syrup In the spring Manchester (la.)
"A man is as old as he feels," said
the gentleman of the old school, "and
a woman Is al old she says sba la,"
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