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A SISTER'S VENGEANCE
ByCEORCC MANVILLE FENN
CHAPTER VII. (Continued.) j
"Abel, oiste. I'm ready for anything ;
now," said Bart, they went that moiu- j
tag to their work. Only say again as
you forgive our lass."
"Bart, old lad," aaid AM, hoarsely,
"I've naught to forgive."
"Ha! ejaculated Bart, and then he be
gan to whistle softly, a if in the highest
of -spirit, and. Joked-lougissly ja the
direction of the jungle beside the mud
creek; but three days elapsed before they
were et to hoe among the coffee bushes
gain.
When they approached the jungle at
last, hoeing more alowly for, much a
they longed to go up at once, they knew
that any unusual movement on their part
might be interpreted by watchful eyes
iato an attempt at escape and bring
down upon them a shot Bart's voice
trembled and sounded hoarsely as he said,
playfully:
"Now, Abel, my lad, I'm going to talk
to that there poll parrot. Now, then,
Polly! Pretty I'olly, are you there?"
"Yes. yes, Bart. Abel, dear brother, at
last, it last!" came from the juugle.
"Mary I'olly, my girl!" cried Abel,
hoarsely, as he threw duwn his hoe; and
lie was running toward the jungle, where
a crashing sound was heard, when Bart
flung his strong arms across his chest and
dashed him to the ground.
"Are you mad?" he cried. "Mary, for
God's sake keep back!"
The warning was needed, for from
cross the plantation the overseer and a
couple of soldiers came running, every
movement on the part of the prisoners be
ing watched.
"Sham ill, lad; sham ill," whispered
Bart, as piteous sigh came from the
depths of the jungle.
"Fighting, sir!" growled Bart: "rum
fighting, tie nearly went down."
"He was trying to escape."
"Escape!" growled Bart. "Look at
him. Sun's hot."
The overseer bent down over Abel,
whose aspect helped the illusion, for he
looked ghastly from his emotion; and he
had presence of mind enough to open his
eyes, look about wildly from face to face
nd then begin to struggle up, with one
band to his head.
"Ia it the fayver, sor?" said one of the
soldiers, whose name was Dinny Kelly.
"No. Touch of the sun," said the over
see'. "They're always getting it. There,
jroo're all right, ar'n't you?"
"Yes, sir," said Abel, slowly, as he
picked up his hoe.
"Sit down under the trees there for a
few minutes," said the overseer. "Lend
him your water bottle, soldier. And you
top with him till he's better."
Bart cook the water bottle; and as the
overseer went oft with his guard Abel
was assisted to the edge of the jungle
where huge cotton tree threw its shade;
nd here Bart held the water to his com
panion's Up.
It was hard work to keep still while
the others went out of hearing; but at
last it seemed safe, and Abel panted out:
"Mary, dear, are you there?"
"Tea, yea, Abel. Oh, my der brother,
y one kind word to met"
"Kind word? Oh, my lass, my lass,
amy that you forgive me!"
"Forgive you? Yes. But quick, dear,
before those men come back."
"Tell me, then," said Abel, speaking
with his back to the jangle', and his bead
bent down as if ill, while Bart leaned
over him, trembling like leaf, "tell me
how you came to be here."
"I cme over in ship to Kingston.
Then I went to New Orleans. Then to
Honduras. And it was only a fortnight
ago that I found you."
"But how did you come here?" '
"I've got a small boat, dear. I asked
nd asked for months before I could find
out where you were. I've been to other
plantations, and people have thought me
mad; but one day I stumbled across the
sailors of ship that cornea here with
tores from the station, and I heard them
say that there were number of prison
ers working at this place; and at last,
after waiting and watching for weeks.'
I caught sight of you two, and then it
was month before I could speak to you
as I did the other day."
"And now yon have come," laid Abel,
bitterly, "I can't even look at you."
"But you will escape dear," aaid Mary.
: "Kcpe!" cried Abel, excitedly.
"Steady, lad. steady. 'Member you're
ill", growled Bart, glancing toward the
nearest sentry, and then holding up the
bottle as if to see how much was within.
"Yes, escape." aaid Mary. "I have the
boat ready. Can you come now?"
"Impossible! We should be overtaken
ad shot before we had gone a mile."
"Bat you must eacape," aaid Mary.
"Yon must get down here by night,"
"Howr aaid Bart, gmmy.
"Yoa two must settle that," said Mary,
eolckly. "I am oaly a woman; but I
save found means to got here with a'
boat, and I eaa come (gala and again
till you join me."
"Them bo cautious. Oaly come by
Bight."
"I know. Trust dm. I will not be
I will do aothiag rub. To-night
M aooa u it grows dark, I shall be bare
exsecttag yoa, for I aball not stir. At
daybreak I aball go, and come agaia at
night."
"And aaiad the sentries."
"Trust aae, Aboi. 1 ball not coma
m by day for six day. If at the end
of ais alghu yoa have not been able to
escape, I aball com for aU day by day.
booing that yoa may ha mere ececewf ul
hi the darllcht; for perhaps yoa will tad
that a bold daab will help to fat you
way."
"Bat the risk-the risk, girt, to yen!"
"Abel. dear. I km to rlak erery-
I have riakod everything to Join
"Yea," ha aaid, acersoty. "Bat after
ward. If wa da eacape?"
, "Leave tha plan ta ma," aba istd. with
a Httle laugh. "I bava beat aad sll. and
Che world to vary wide. Oat? Meape.
fake car; tha get an nailag tack."
lira aayi aaaeed, and cat fatoaawrs
vara Bat swat agaia ta me w nag, wnue.
4.. m mmmrm mMmr ISM taaad thai
mat eMee at aiaaiag we ptn awi
ay aafM vara
Fettered by day, they were doublv
chained by nigbt. The building where
they slept was strougly secured and
guarded, and in spite of the newness of
the settlement it was well chosen for its
purpose, and stronger even than the pris
oners thought.
During the following week the prisoners
were only once in the coffee plantation,
and so strictly watched that they felt
that to attempt an evasion "was only "to
bring destruction upon their hopes, per
haps cause Mary's imprisonment f'r at
tempting to assist prisoners to escape.
"It's of no use, Bart." said Abel at
last, desponden tly. "Poor girl! Why
did she come?"
"Help us away," said Bart, gruffly.
"Yes, but all in vain."
"Pshaw!" cried Bart again, "when you
know she'll keep on coming till she's an
old gray-haired woman, or she gets us
away."
Abel shook his head, for lie was low
spirited, and not convinced; but that
night his heart leaped, for as he lay half
asleep, listening to the thin, buzzing hum
of the mosquitoes which haunted the pris
oners' quarters, and the slow, regular
pace of the sentry on guard outside, there
was the faint rattle of a chain, as if ue
prisoner had turned in his unquiet rest,
and then all was silent again, till be
started, for a rough baud was laid upon
his uiouth.
His first instinct was to seize the own
er of that hand, to engage in a struggle
for his life; but a mouth was placed di
rectly at his ear, and a well-know n voice
whispered:
"Don't make a sound. Tie these bits
of rag about your irons so as they won't
'attle."
Abel caught at the pieces of cloth and
canvas thrust into his hand, and, sitting
up is tha darkness he softly bound the
links and rings of his fetters together,
hardly daring to breathe, and yet with
his heart beating tumuituousiy in his i.ni
iety to know his companion's plans. As
he was tying the last knot he felt Bart's
hand upon his shoulder, and his lips at
his ear.
"Quiet, and creep after me. Keep
touching my foot so's not to miss me in
the dark."
Abel's heart thumped agaiust his ribs
as he obeyed, taking Bart's hand first in
a firm grip, and then feeling a short iron
bar thrust between his fingers.
Then he became conscious from his
companion's movements that he bad gone
down upon his hands and knees, and was
crawling toward the end of the long, low
stone-walled building that served as a
dormitory for the white slaves whose
task was to cultivate the rough planta
tion till they, as a rule, lay down and
died from fever.
Just then Bart stopped short, for there
were steps outside, and a gleam of light
appeared beneath the heavy door. Voices
were heard, and the rattle of a soldier's
musket
"Changing guard," said Abel to him
self; and he found himself wondering
whether the sergeant and hi men would
enter the prison.
Then there was a hoarsely uttered com
mand; the light faded away, the steps
died out upon the ear; there was a clink
or two of chains, and a heavy sigh from
some restless sleeper, and once more in
the black silence and stifling heat there
was nothing to be heard but the loud
trumpeting buzz of the mosquitoes.
Softly, as some large cat, Bart resum
ed his crawling movement, after thrust
ing back his leg and touching Abel on the
chest with bis bsre foot as a signal.
The buildini was quite a hundred feet
long by about eighteen wide, a mere gal
lery in shape, hich hsd been lengthened
from time to ('me the number of con
victs increased, and the men had about
two-thirds of the distsnce to traverse be
fore they cos.d reach the end, and at
their excessively slow rate of progress
the time seemed interminable before, af
ter several painful halts, csused by move
ments of their fellow prisoners and dread
of discovery, the final bait was made.
'Now, then, what is it?" whispered
Abel.
Bart was slowly drawing out rough
pieces of badly cemented stone rough
fragments really of coral and limestone
from the nearest roof, of which the pris
on barrack was built.
At last, after what seemed an ge,
faint breath of comparatively cool ir
began to play upon Abel's cheek, as Bart
seemed to work steadily on. lhen bis
hand was seized and guided where .It
hardly wanted guiding, for the young
man's imagination had painted all to
rough opening level with the floor, a hole
little larger than might have been made
for fowls to pass in and out of a poultry
yard.
They crept on la silence, and In the
midst of the still darkness matters seem
ed to be going so easily for them that
Abel's heart grew more regular in its
rulsation. and be was Just asking him
self why he had not had invention enough
to contrive this evasion, when a clear and
famiUar voice cried, "Shtand!" and there
was tha click of a musket lock.
What followed was almost momentary.
Bart struck aside the bayonet leveled at
bia breast, and leaped upon the sentry
before him, driving him backward and
clapping bia band upon his mouth be
knelt upon bis chest; while, ably second
ing him, hi companion wrested the mus
ket from the man's hand, twisted the
bayonet from the end of tha barrel, and.
holding It dafgerwiar, pressed it against
the man's throat.
"Another word, and it's your last!"
hissed Abel.
"Sure, and Til be a silent a Peter
Mullonry'i grave, sor," whispered the
sentry; "bat It s a mother I have over In
the owld country, and ye'd - break her
heart if ya killed me."
"Look here." whispered Bart: "it's neck
or nothing, my lad. If yoa give the
alarm, it will be with that bayonet struck
through yon."
"And would a Kelly give tha alarm,
fiber be aaid on bis honor? Sure, you
might thrust me.",
"Over with yoa then, Bart." whispered
Abel; "I'll stand over bin here, lake
tha ma."
Bart obeyed, aad Abel food with eac
band upon the sentry's shoulder, sod the
bayonet close to his throat. i
The man scaled the gate si easily ss
Bart bad done before him, and then Abel
followed; but as be reached the lop and
shuttled sideways to the wall, waich be t
bestrode, there was the sound of a shot,
followed by another, and another, and
the fierce baying of dog. i
"Bedad, they've seen ye," said the sen
try, as Abel dropped down.
"Silence!" hissed Abel, as there was the
loud clanging of a bell with the fierce !
yelping of dugs, and they dashed off, hand
joined in hand, for the coffee plantation,
away down by the cane-brake and the
swamp.
In the swamp they found men with a
boat and pole ready and waiting for
them, and thus made good their escape.
CHAPTER VIII.
Had he been asleep and dreamed that
he aa4 Abe! had escaped,, and then that
he was in the Dells' boat, with Mary
poling it along?
What did it all mean? Bart was in a
boat, and behind him lay back the sol
dier with his mouth open, sleeping Deav
ily. On his left was Abel Dell, also sleep
ing as a man sleep who is utterly ex
hausted by some terrible exertion. But
that was not the Devon coast upon which
the sun was shedding its early morning
rays. Dense belts of mangrove did not
spread their muddy roots like intricate
rustie scaffoldings on southern English
shores, and there were no clusters of al
ligators lying here and there among the
inud and ooze.
It was true enough. They did escape
in the night, and Mary had been there to
help them with a boat; but where was
she now? and who was this sturdy youth
ia loose petticoat-canvas trousers and
heavy fisherman's boots?
Bart stared till his eyes showed a ring
of white about their pupils, and his mouth
opened roundly in unison for a time, 'ihen
eyes and mouth closed tightly, and wrin
kles appeared all over bis face, as he
softly Bhook all over, and then, after
glancing at Abel and the Irish soldier, be
uttered a low
"Haw, haw!"
The figure in the boat swung round and
faced him sharply, glancing at the two
sleeping men, and holding up a roughened
brown hand to command silence.
"All right," said Bart, half choking
with mirth; and then, "Oh, 1 say, my
lass, you do look rum in them big boots!'
"Silence, idiot!" she whispered, sharp
ly. "Do you want that strange man to
know?"
'Nay, my lass, nay," he said, becoming
sober on the instant. "But you do look
so rum. I say, though," he cried, sharp
ly, "what's gone of all your beautiful long
hair?"
"Fire," said Mary, coldly.
"Fire! what you've cut it off and burn
ed it?'
Mary nodded.
"Oh!" ejaculated Bart, and it sounded
like a groan.
'Could a girl with long hair have work
ed her passage out here as a sailor boy.
and have come into that cane-brake and
saved you two?" said Mary, sharply; rml
as Bart sat staring at ber with dilated
eyes once more, she bent down after gaz
ing at Dinny, still soundly sleeping, and
laid her band with a firm grip on ber
brother's shoulder.
He started into wakefulness on the In
stant, and gazed without recognition In
the face leaning over him.
"Don't you know me, Abel?" said
Mary, sadly.
"You, Mary dressed like this?"
He started up angrily, his face Hush
ing as hers had flushed, and bis look dark
ened into a scowl.
""What else could I do?" she said, re
peating her defense as she had pleaded to
Bart. Then, as if her spirit rebelled
against bis anger, ber eyes flashed with
indignation, and she exclaimed hoarsely.
"Well, I have saved you, and if you have
done with me there is the sea."
"But you dressed as a boy!" said Abel.
"Hush! Do you want that man to
know?" whispered Mary softly. "My
brother was unjustly punished and sent
out here to die in prison, while I, a help
less girl, might have starved at home.
What could I dor'
There was only one of the two equal
to the emergency as the soldier woke up.
and that was Bart, who gave his knee
sounding slap and cried aloud:
"Jack Dell, my lad, you've behaved like
a trump, and got us away splendid. 1
only wish, Abel, I bad such brother.
Halloo, soger, where shall we set you
ssbore?"
"Set me ashore?" said the Irishman,
nodding it Mary; "what for?"
"What for?" cried Bart "To go back."
"I'm not going back," ssid the Irish
man, laughing. "Sure, I want a change."
"You can't go with us."
"Sure, and you forced me to come, and
ye wouldn't behave so dirtbily as to send
me back?"
"But we're escaping," ssid Bart.
"Sure, and I'll escape too," said Dinny,
smiling. "It's moigbty dull work stop
ping there."
"But you're soldier," said Abel.
"T be sure I am a sowldier of for
tune." "You'll be deserter if you stop with
us," growled Bart
"Ye made me a prisoner, and I couldn't
help meself."
"Why, I wanted yoa to go back last
night!" growled Bart.
"To be ate up entolrely by the ugly
bastes of dogs! Thank ye kindly, sor.
I'd rather not"
Dinny looked at Mary, and gave ber a
droll smile, which made her frown and
look uneasy.
"Can yoa keep faith with those who
trust you 7' she said, quickly.
"And la It a Kelly who csn keep faith,
me lad? Sure, an' we're the faitbfulest
people there Is anywhere. And, bedad.
bat you're handsome boy, and have a
way wld yoa as'll make some hearts ache
before ye've done.
Mary started and turned a deep dark
red, which showed through her sun
browned skin.
"I'll trust yoa." she ssid.
"And ye shan't repent it, me larl, for
you ve done no barm, and were mrer a
prishner. And now, as we are talking
I'd like to know what yer brother and
number nolnety-sivln did to be Hint out
of the countbry. It wasn t mtirtner, oi
they'd have bung 'em. Was it helping
yerselvesr
"My brother and his old friend Kan
Wrlgley were transported to the planta
tions for belting and half kilitny. they
said, tha scoundrel who had insulted l"
sister!" cried Mary, with flashing eyes
and flaming cheeks, as she stood up
proudly in tha boat, aad looked from one
to the other.
"They transported tblra two boys to
this baste of a place, and put chains on
their legs, for giving a spalpeen like that
k b bating? Gintieiuen, I'm proud of
ye!"
He beld out bia bauds to both, and. In
truder, as he was, it seemed impossible to
resist his frank, frienJly way, and the
escaped prisoners shook bands with bim
again.
"And now what are ye going to do?"
aid Dinny, eagerly.
"We don't know yet," said Abel, rather
distantly.
"That's jist me esse," said Diuuy. "I'm
tired of sogering and walking up and
down wid a mushket kaping guard over
a lot of poor fellows chained like wild
beasts. I tuk the shilling bekase I'd been
in a skriinmage, and the bowld sergeant
said there'd be plinty of fuightiug. Now.
ye'll tak me wid ye. only I must get
rid o' these soger clothes, and look here.
what are ye going to do with them
chains?"
"Get rid of them," said Abel, "when
we can find a file."
"I did not think of a file," said Mary,
with a disappointed look.
To be continued.)
IN STATU QUO.
PaMenicer's Clever Little Scheme thai
Did Not Work.
Most people have experienced the
eoiljarratisuieiit of meeting some one
whose face Is familiar but whose name
for the moment has slipped from mem
ory. A popular comedian traveling by
a Cunarder to America once felt the
awkwardness of such a recent re and
thus relates the Incident:
"On the first day out, as I came on
deck, I saw a man whose face was fa
miliar, but I could not remember bia
name. I saw be bad recognized me.
and, as I could not recall big name, I
kept out of bia way and pretended not
to have seen bim.
"Every time I took the other Bide of
the dock he followed, and I was kept
dodging so constantly that on the third
day It occurred to me to look over the
passenger list In the hope of finding
the name that fitted my unknown
friend. I read the list, but failed to
see a familiar one.
"I kept on trying to avoid the man
and felt most uncomfortable till a bril
liant Idea Btrock me. I would put the
passenger list In my pocket, go boldly
up to him, shake bands, and before he
had time to open the conversation I
would bring out the list and say,
They have omitted your name from
the passenger list.' Of course he would
say, 'Ob, no there It Is!' and point It
out
'I did this. I went up to him boldly
and grasped his baud.
"Why, said he reproachfully, 'I
thought you were going to cut me!'
"Oh, dear no!' said I. T thought
you didn't remember me. By the way.
they have omitted your name from the
passenger list.'
"He loked at the list a minute or so.
" 'Yes,' said he, 'so they have!' "
Had Nut Htudied Ixtng Enough.
Mr. Bascotn bad been looking at bia
son's German grammar, and had found
therein much food for thought "That
Idea of giving sex to inanimate objects
now that Isn't a bad Idea, If 'twas
carried far enough," be said In an In
dulgent tone to Mrs. Bascom as be put
e book down. "Of course there are
some foolish mistakes, but they could
oe corrected If some real Intelligent
person was to take bold of the sys
tem." He moved a little nearer the table on
which Mrs. Bascom was placing a pan
of bot ginger cookies, and glanced at
them with appreciation.
'Now a table," be continued, genial
ly, "a table ought to be masculine,
not feminine. A solid, useful, steady
article like that belongs to the mascu
line gender by rights; anybody could
tell that. But now take a window "
Mrs. Bascom's back wag turned, and
ue moved a trifle nearer the cookies.
"A window ought to be masculine,
because folks that have eyes can gee
r.ght through it" said Mrs. Bascom,
itb great briskness, turning from the
stove and stepping to the table. "These
cookies are for the children's picnic,"
she said, with apparent Irrelevance, as
she bore the pan away to safety. "Well,
pa, what else ought to be masculine,
according to your notions?"
"Mebbe I'll look through the book
some otber time, with a view to tha
feminine objects," sold Mr. Bascom.
joylessly. "I guess that will be my
beat plan."
The Bight Place.
"Ia this where you make trouble?'
asked the little man at whose elbow
stood an aggressive looking woman.
"This la tha Marriage License Bu
recti," answered the man behind the
desk.
"That's what I meant" said tha lit
tic man, as ba sighed and reached Iato
his pocket for $2. Chicago Post
The IMfncalty.
"I don't see why ebere should be anj
difficulty about arbitration," aaid the
voclal economists.
"Neither do I," answered the man
who delights In paradoxes. "Arbltra
tlon would be very easy If some peo
ple were not so arbitrary." Washing
ton Star.
Trrlnst t Fhift tha Blaasa.
Anxious Father Do the beat you can
for bim. doctor. That la all l can ask.
If it li the will of providence
Burgeon Don't try to place the re
Donsibllltf on providence In oh Is case.
Mr. McJonea. You brought the tor Dle-
tol for the boy yourself. Chicago Trib
une.
Be patient with your boys when they
are between the ages of 18 and IS
Tl'ey are orcery, and can't help It. You
were.
The grocery lustrr occam unlly gets
tne wo-ri ci t; min.icbai y uo gets
black bag- with a aioUd iMpbtu.
SOLDIERS' STORIES.
ENTERTAINING REMINISCENCES
OF THE WAR.
Graphic Accoant of Stlrrlna Scenes
Witnessed on the Battle6eld and in
Camp Veterans of the Rebellion Re
cite Experience of Thrilling Natare.
"I was In forty-two engagements and
was scared every time." remarked Col
onel George B. Van Norman, of the
Eighth Wisconsin regiment to a num
ber of his comrades at the Sherman
House. Colonel W. B. Brltton spoke
up. saying: "Van, you are an honest
man; go ahead and tell us something
&bou!the Eighth." "
"At Corinth, Miss., I got the biggest
scare In my life," naid Colonel Van
Norman. "It was the day Price and
Van Dora undertook to capture Cor
inth from General Rosecrans. Our
regiment had been on a forced march
of about fifteen miles and was making
double-quick time the last three or
four miles. In order to get to the fort
before we should be cut off by the Con
federates. About this time General
Mower was ordered to take the Sec
ond Brigade and advance a skirmish
line on the outskirts of Corinth in front
of Fort Iloblnette and Fort Williams.
During this engagement General Mow
er was captured. He told the Confed
erates that he was badly wounded and
so was left near where some horses
were picketed. A little later, when
the opportunity offered, he sprung ujion
a horse and escaped. When a little
later he rode Into our lines there was
CHOLT'UINU BEUl.N'U A KTLM1'.
a shout sent up that echoed far back
Into the lines of the enemy.
A few hours later I received my
scare. The Confederates had drawn
up very close to our line so close, in
fact, that at every volley several of
our men would fall. About this time I
had advanced with my old 'Harper's
Ferry nusket and stood crouching be
hind a stump, from which point of
vantage I was loading and firing as
fast as I could. Then the Confeder
ates began advancing In a heavy line.
Colonel G. W. Robbing bad Just been
wounded and had retired from the
field. The next volley caught Major
Jefferson and be was carried off the
field In a dying condition. I was so
busy firing that I did not bear the
order to retreat Then I looked around.
but could see only one Union soldier,
Jewell Walker, of Company E. and he
was standing behind a tree and firing
at the advancing enemy. I naked him
where our comrades were. He said
they must have been ordered to re
treat By this time the 'Johnnies' were
very close and advancing rapidly. I
turned to Walker and said: 'Let's
shoot and run.' Talk about a fellow
being scared to death! Well, when we
began to run and the bullets began to
whizz over our beads we ducked at
every sound, whether the bullet was
within a foot or ten feet of our beads.
Any man who says he was not fright
ened some time In battle must have
been In the hospital moat of the time.
-Chicago Record.
Chivalry in the Oli Booth.
In 1802, when General Grant entered
Holly Springs, which from 1801 to 18C3
waa alternately In the banda of the
Federal forces and the Confederates, he
arranged to make bis private residence
In one of the beautiful homes In that
tittle city of north Mississippi He
might have occupied the bouse by force
of arms; but inatead of doing so, says
a writer In the Memphis Commercial
Appeal, be wrote a courteous note to
Mrs. Pugb Goran, who bad the place In
barge, asking the favor of board for
ilmaelf, Mrs. Grant aeveral of their
children, and a large military family,
wblcb Included officers of bia staff and
their wives.
During General Grant'a occupancy,
but while be was abaent on brief visit.
Gen. Earl Van Dorn made a raid Into
Holly Springs, destroying commissary,
ordinance and quartermaster's atores,
and otber army supplies concentrated
there, and tbua defeated temporarily
ibe purpose of the Federal commander,
tbe onward march of wboae conquering
army through Mississippi bad Vtcks
burg as Its objective point
Falling to And General Grants offi
cial headquarters, Oeneral Van Dorn
and some of his followers daabed down
to Grant'a private quarters, Intending
to search bia apartments. Tbe Confed
erates entered tbe bouse and mounted
tbe stairway, but at tbe bead of tbe
fairs Mrs. Goran, who waa a beautiful
Southern woman of tbe finest type, met
them.
"General," she gently said, "I entreat
yon not to enter Mrs. Grant's bedroom.
Stick an Intrusion would do for van
dals, bnt not for Southern soldiers."
"Madam," returned Van Dorn, "It
would be a courtesy and not tbe usual
practice of war to leave tbe ro ms tin
searched. However, wa will not enter,
as It Is possible." with a twinkle to big
eyes, "that Ibe documents arc oot
there."
' Promptly turning, with his trooper
at bis heels. Van Dorn clattered down
, the stairway and left the priinlsea.
i Twenty-four hours later (Jrant'rettirn-
'ed. and beard of the Confederates' call.
Knowing what an uncompromising
Southerner Mrs. Goran was, he said la
, ber:
"Mrs. Goran, I owe you a debt of grat
' ltude, for you bnve unconsciously done
me a great service. You have saved
m mnolim miners. All the doCU-
ments Geueral Van Dorn wished were
In the drawer of my wife's dresser."
Mrs. Goran's womanly Impulse,
which prompted her to shield the wife
of a generous foe, and Van Dorn'a
chivalrous deference to her wishes, had
injured the cause for wiien tcey we
willing to give their livesbut both
acts were typical of the high-bred
courtesy of the South of that day.
It Is pleasant to add that General
Grant paid his "debt of gratitude" In
the coin of kindness. When he left
Unllv KuriiiLH he cave Mrs. Goran pro
tection papers, which are still In posses
sion of ber eldest son. ?everai limes
thereafter the house was fired by
Union soldiers, but the fire was quick
ly extinguished when Grant's orders
were exhibited.
The Tiittere-J Klaa.
In the sun-bright dust of the street below
Glittered the bnyotieta all a-row,
And the muffled trend of a thousand feet
Deepened the roll of the war-drum's heat,
And the gray old sergeant roused to hear,
With his hollowed pslm to bis deafened
ear,
While the fife shrilled loud and the drums
kept time
To the nation's heart beats hid In rhyma.
lie lifted himself from his old aruichnif
And gazed on the regiment marching
there
In a glory of scarlet, and blue, and gold.
And high overhead, like a torn-out fold
Of Liberty's robe, with its glimmering
stars
Heaven's glorious blue on a field of
Mars
The old flag fluttered, half shot nwny
In the storm and stress of that judgment,
dny.
When through blood-dyed stream, by
threatening crng,
The Old Line Regiment carried the flag.
The veteran looked; and his face turned
jrray
With the spectre light of a bygone day.
He fingered his old gun's rusty lock.
He felt the thrill of the battle's shock,
And be lifted his head like a stnrtled stag
As be saw the ghosts by the tattered Dug,
f-'ome were withered and bent and gray.
Some were blithe and bonny and gay,
And their voices shrilled through the -nar-tlal
din
"Comrade, comrade, where have ye been?
Ye have missed the drill this many a
yenr"
The call rang sweet to his deafened ear,
And his soul broke loose from the crip
pled form
That hud weathered a nation's years of
storm,
And he joined the soldiers who ncrel
lag
The ghosts that march by the tattered
flag.
Washington Times.
A Canteen of Applejack.
Several old soldiers were sitting h.
the lobby of the Palmer House relating
their war experiences, when one of
them turned to George Burghardt who
served for two years as one of tha
escort of Gen. John A. Logan, and said,
"Come, George, tell us that canteen
story."
"It ain't much of a Htory." he replied.
"It was In the early summer of 180'J,
and our regiment was on Its way to
Vlcksburg. We bad reached Champion
Hill and gone Into camp to the left of
'Joe' Davis' borne. Along about dusk
General Logan sent out a squad to
scout around and see what was going
on. We came upon a settler's cabin
which had been deserted. Some of the
boys. Including myself, went Inside
where we found several kegs of apple
jack.. Of course we all Oiled our can
teens and Incidentally put a little nndefl
our belts. An hour later we returned,
to camp and when 'taps' sounded wo
were feeling pretty good and rolled In.
Early the next morning General Logan,
who bad heard about the applejack,
sent for me and I was a trifle scared
for fear be was going to reprimand
me. When I appeared at bis bead
quarters be was standing at tbe door
waiting for me. As I drew up In front
and saluted tbe general aaid: 'Burg
hardt I want a drink of that apple
Jack.'
"I felt flattered that the general
should wlab to drink from my canteen,
so I unalung It and handed It to bim.
As be raised It to bis llpa there waa
crash and tbe next Instant It went fly
Ing over bia bead. A spent ball froca,
some unknown quarter bad struck It
full on tbe aide, making big dent ta
If-Chlcago Record.
Light aa a Healing Agent.
In view of tbe growing Importance ot
tbe application of light aa heallnf
principle In medical science, the med
ical congress which recently convened
at Wiesbaden Invited Professor Blc, of
Copenhagen, to read a paper on tbe sub
ject Tbe lecturer explained the nrln.
clple of employing light for healing par
poses after excluding Ita chemical af
fects. Tbe results obtained by this metis,
od In cases of smallpox, according to
tbe lecturer, are such that the question
la raised wbeiJier tbe light treatment
shall not be mide compulsory. Profess
sor Hie appro? es tbe apparatus Invent
ed by Dr. Flmcn, of Copenhagen, with
wblcb tbe littler has achieved such re
mnrkalile bucc esg In rases of lupus, but
urges that no one but qualified doctor
should be allowed to apply tbe light
treatment, as disturbances are apt to oc
cur wblcb render It necessary to brock
It off suddenly.
One golden dny redeemc n wtnn
ysar.-Cslla TUxter.
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