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AFITTE BY WARY DEVEF.EUX WH ILLUSTPATION5 3Y DON C. WIL5CN CCopyrtg-fif, /9C2t by bfVfe. Bromr, anc/ Ciyrrpdvy) C4JJ /Prgfti JPejcrtcc'J CHAPTER I Paris, in the year 1790, and the gar den of the Tuileries bright with the sunshine of an autumnal day. Two boys, seated in the grass near a path not far from one of the ponds, were playing with a turtle they had cap tured. The humble origin of the elder, a lad of thirteen, was evidenced by those physical signs which are usu ally associated with people of his class; but the other, three years younger, bore all the indications of gentle birth. His sire was a baron of the “ancien regime,” while Pierre's father had been a peasant, and his widowed mother the faithful nurse of ber who had lived but two months after giving birth to the boy Jean, whom Margot loved as her own Pierre. Presently there came along the promenade a trio of court gallants, attired in the extreme of the prevail ing fashion, beruffled, bejeweled, and perfnmed. One of them was a slen derly built young man, whose sharp features, pale-blue eyes set closely to gether, thin lips, and weak chin, gave ample proof of his nature and dispo sition. A more striking contrast to the younger boy could not well be imag- | tned. Yet the same blood ran in ' their veins, for the new-comer was Etienne, Jean's half-brother, who had, for some time past, been occupying an unimportant position at court. He espied the two boys before they ! aoticed him, so engrossed were they ; In heading-off the turtle, whose in- j Btinct seemed to tell it how to find a way to the near-by pond. The three courtiers paused in the | pathway; and Etienne, stepping quickly over the grass, gave the tt:r- i tie a well-directed kick that sent it splashing into the water. He and his friends then laughed boisterously, while Jean and Pierre sprang to their feet, the former's eyes blazing angrily as they met those of his half-brother. ‘•Sneaking spoil-sport! How dared you.” cried the boy. “Dared!” repeated Etienne jeering- ■ iy, while his companions again lieutenant joined the two boys, who were now standing by the edge of the pond, searching for some trace of their late captive. As he approached, Jean looked up at him, and, with characteristic impul siveness, caught one of his hands, while Pierre, with a peasant’s dumb ness, gazed at him with an admiration his stupid tongue would never have been able to express. “I love you for that!” exclaimed the younger boy. his face aglow with enthusiasm. “Ah, but it was a fine thing to see Etienne balked, for once'-” “And who is this Etienne?” in quired the officer, scowling, as he looked down at the water. “Mr half-brother.” “lour half-brother!” repeated the questioner, his voice showing sur prise “Sacre! Your life must be a pleasant one. If what I saw be a fair sample of his usual mood and man ners.” This cay was followed by many an other, which at irregular intervals through the next two years, found the man and b'ty together; and a strong, loyal love sprang up between these two, so far apart in age, and stilt farther in their respective natures. Seasons cams and passed—springs, summers, falls, and winters,—to be strung, like beads, upon the rosary of time; and nearer were drawing those bloody days of France, which are to live forever, with their gory hue undimmed, although the crimson flow that stained them has been dried by the suns of many years. In late April of 1792, Monsieur !e Baron was still domiciled at his Paris house, and early April usually found him in his Languedoc chateau. For two years past, Etienne—the simpering coxcomb of twenty-seven— had retained his position at court; and the atmosphere thus brought about his father tended to throw the latter more into the company of for mer friends, many of whom were deep in political intrigues, and sought to claim him, after his dozen years’ absence from their circles. At the suppers and card parties ;•>.< “I am an officer, mo . "v'4 r-M laughed uproariously. “Mais, you im pudent young cub, I think it were well to cool your temper by sending rou after your turtle.” With this he seized Jean by the collar, as if to throw him into the pond. The lad, mute with passion, struck Dut fiercely with his fists, uutil Etienne, his rage making him forget ais dandyism and fine raiment, grasped more firmly the jeweled cane ae carried, and began to rain blows apon the head and shoulders not so very far below his own not great weight, while he held fast to Jean’s Ollar with a grip whose firmness was jut of keeping with his frail and puny 'mild. A clear, icy-toned voice suddenly cut the air like a flash of steel. “Pardon, monsieur; but would you not like assistance?” It was the sous-lieutenant, whose look had affected Jean so oddly a short time before. “I have been an unintentional spec tator of your unmanly conduct, mon sieur,” continued the young officer, in the same low, even tone, as he calmly faced Etienne; “and what I have heard and seen of its beginning com pels me to take the part of this young gentleman you have so needlessly abused and angered.” “Dame! who are you. to dare speak to me In such fashion? Etienne demanded furiously, his white fingers again gripping the cane in a way sug gestive of a desire to use it in a new quarter, while he advanced a few steps toward the sous-lieutenant, who stood with his hands still clasped be hind his back, and a fine scorn touch ing the severe line of his lips. “I am an officer, monsieur, as you can see,” he replied, his tone in keep ing with his disdainful composure; "and one who, by training as well as by nature, cannot but object to see such a display of cowardice in any j man, be he courtier or simple citi-' xen “Mill® tonnerres! ” cried Etienne, white with rage. “But you shall an swer for such insolence!” ' “As you please, monsieur, and when ever you shall say,” replied the sous lieutenant, glancing past him at the two boys, who were now close to one another, directly behind Etienne, their faces filled with surprise and satisfaction at seeing him thus brought to bay. “I .know you for what you are, you Corsican beggar,” Etienne hissed, backing off over the grass; “and nev er fear but that I will remember." Then he turned, and the trio depart ed. : When they were gone, the sous nsieur, as you can see.” ! which made unusual gayety in his fa ther's long-closed house, Jean was admitted with the freedom of an ac knowledged favorite. Keen of wit, and somewhat precocious, owing to t*e intimate companionship of Mon sieur le Baron, he absorbed the talk going on around him, and assimilated it with an intelligence to which his elders gave no thought. Unusually tall for his years, h« had a slender, sinewy body, and limbs whose muscles had been thoroughly developed under the careful tutelage of old Tatro, the baron’s butler, who, until middle life had been a soldier. It was he who had taught Jean to ride and shoot; and he had initiated the lad—young as the latter was— into the intricacies of foil and rapier practice. Affairs in Paris were becoming more and more unsettled. The law l*sness and brutality of the masses grew in strength and daring, and many of the nobles had fled from Fwince, or buried themselves in the country, away from the violence which they were helpless to prevent, or too loyal to seemingly countenance by their presence and neutrality. It was early in the summer when, with many misgivings as to the fu ture, Monsieur le Baron finally left Paris and retired to his country place in Languedoc. Jean, together with Margot, her boy Pierre, and a major ity of the servants, went with h;tt; but a few of the latter remained at the Paris house with Etienne, who, detesting the quiet life of Languedoc, refused flatly to go there. Another reason for his determina tion lay in the fact that he was now secretly, of course—in Robe spierre's employ; a thing Monsieur le Baron suspected, but of which he had no absolute proof; and the serv ants who stopped with the young man were Revolutionary in sentiment. At the beloved old country-house, where everything was more to his taste than in any other spot on earth, Jean forgot much ef what had filled the air of Paris with such horror. He and Pierre, rioting in vigorous health. \*ent roaming about, hunting in the park for small game, or, hidden away snugly in a remote part of the w«od, devoured a book of travels which told of pirates and soldiers of fortune,, who had reaped many a harvest cf riches upon the Spanish main. This book was the key-note of Jean's dream-world; and it had long been a pastime of the boys that he should read it aloud, while Pierre list ened with absorbed attention. Thus it was that the exploits of Do Soto, Pizarro, Cortez, and the minor leaders of adventurous bands were, for these two boys, the ideals of what their own careers should be when manhood set them free to achieve their ambitions. The gardens about the place were a wilderness of bloom, left very much to nature, and entirely free from the marks of that formal science that showed in the generality of French gardens—the style which had come into vogue with Le Notre, in the time of Lcuis XIV. But outside the park, where the boys were not permitted to go, it wart easy to realize something of the tur moil that was shaking Paris, milei aw'ay, and also the country nearer about, where the peasants were hold ing meetings, secret at first, but be coming more open as the Jacobins waxed stronger with each successive day. The principal leader and speaker amopg the peasantry was one Tomas Fauchel, who had recently come from Paris, and who appeared, for some reason, to have an especial hatred for Monsieur le Baron. But the latter, whose attention was engrossed by his books and papers, knew nothing of this, as he rarely went abroad, and seemed to grow more reserved and gloomy as the days wore on. The 14th of July—the anniversary of the French nation’s independence —came and went; and, on the night of August 10th. the Assembly having removed from Paris all the regiments suspected if being loyal to the king, there was no armed force to resist the mob that, insane with blood-thirs ty passion, broke into the Tuileries. butchered the king’s attendants, and took away, as prisoners, the few who were still alive. Over the chateau in Languedoc, that August night, the same stars that glittered above the carriage of Paris shone upon a scene of peace. But Monsieur le Baron’s heart was grow ing heavier, and his wakeful eyes were fixed upon the stars, as he lay in bed looking out of the window. A foreboding of evil crept chillingly about him, and a note of coming woe seemed to sigh in the wind stirring among the olive and pepper trees that made a small grove outside. But in his chamber beyond, Jean, unconscious and happy, slept a sleep such as could never more be known on earth by the kings little son, whom, only a few months since, the two lads—Jean and Pierre—had looked at with worshipful awe, as a being infinitely above themselves, and one who could by no possibility ever experience the hard brunts of life. Viewed in the light of such a change, men seem but little better than the pieces upon a chess-board. Fate and time are invincible powers, moving pawns into the knights’ squares, and sweeping kings, queens, and knights into oblivion. (To be continued). PERFUME FROM ALOE TREE. Resinous Aromatic Juice That Is of Great Value. The aloe wood tree is a native of the mountains east and southeast of Syihet, in Burmah, and in Bengal. It is valuable on account of a dark resi nous aromatic juice with which the wood is sometimes gorged. This resin, or agar as it is colloquially termed, is used for its perfume and supposed medicinal properties. It is very costly and is used both for in cense in religious and other cere monials and also in the preparation of a perfume called agar attar, which is practically as costly as attar of roses. The most interesting feature in con nection w ith the aloe wood tree is the i uncertainty to whether any par ticular tree will be /ound to contain the precious res'ju A% tribe of hill hieh "known to the native* as agar kunflahs make it their business to | search for the resinous wood. Their 1 trade is a seerel which they always endeavor to preserve from all natives or other tribes. A party of agar kurc lahs goes off into the mountains with provisions for as long as three months, and they prosecute their tedi ous search in districts where probably a human being is not seen from one month to another. Trees have to be chopped down and hacked to pieces before it can be as certained whether they contain any of the resinous deposit, and some times after a wearisome searcn through half a dozen trees, young anu old, not a single piece of agar is dis covered. Again, it may be that a rich find is made and then *he collector is repaid for half a month of work — Bombay Gazette. Deduction. About 1 a. m. M.*s. Sherlock Omes heard a noise. She went down stairs. Her husband was sitting on the bot tom step. His shoes adorned the hat rack, and be was trying to light a cigarette with a toothpick. “Betcher—hie—can't guess where I've been,” he murmured. “You’ve been down town,” respond ed Mrs. Sherlock Omes. “You met a man. You bought him fowr drinks; he bought you one drink. To* played a game of pool for fun and won it. Then you played six games for money and lost them all. You met «»other man. You bought him eight drinks; he bought you one drink. You met seven men. You bought them seven drinks each, and one of them gave you a cheap cigar. When midnight came the saloons closed. Then you came home. Mr. Sherlock Omes was silent. He could not deny that she had given a fairly accurate description of the evening.—Philadelphia Bulletin. Wasted. “Sir,” said the Vague Shape at the portal to the man of the house, “I am Oppbrtunity. I knock once at every man's door, and-” “Yes,” snapped the man, “and you’ve knocked some of the paint off. What do you suppose the bellpull’a for?” Then he slammed the door in his face. • New York Police Trials a Farce. Commissioner McAdoo of New York has made up his mind the police trials are a farce and he will ask for legis lation to prevent men dismissed on serious charges from being reinstated by decisions of higher courts based on technicalities. SEEKING MISCREANT WHO SOUGHT TO RUIN WARSHIP THE FIRST ATTEMPT TO WRECK THE CONNECTICUT tmsstfsi *tvers show/wo C£»r/?es &Of?£D Ol/T AJVO CtPfYSN THJTOU6* BOTTOM ATf /NTO BJ.OCH/V& WASW» noyv T*e HQ4.£ /M me ^*&OT7CMt <£rZ!£J:J?*'*CT'Ci£'S «***/K£0 r£WA>OWf/Ji Y WTHASHOQH From the New York Herald. The officials at the Brooklyn navy yard are exerting every effort to nar row down the number of employes who by reason of their work had ac cess to that portion of the hull of the Connecticut that was punctured to the individual who committed the deed. “The men now all know that the suspect is within their ranks, for there has been no one discharged since the perpetration of the outrage,” Naval Constructor Baxter said. “I fully ex pect that they will ferret him out, for their indignation is high, and every man's actions are w'atched by the others in the gang in which he is em ployed.” The above picture is a re production of the drawings made of the obstructing bolt which threatened to wreck the battleship at her launch ing, the bored rivets and the damage to the bottom of the ship. Secret serv ice men are plentiful in the yard, and every new face seen gazing upon -the battleship as she lies at the end of the dock is believed to belong to a detective, according to the men. Not a person approaches the Connecticut who is not carefully scrutinized by the guard, as well as by persons who are in the garb of workmen. A power ful searchlight has been set at a point half way up the mainmast of the ship, and its beams cover the waters about the battleship. Besides this, launches with armed marines are per forming picket duty near the ship. Every precaution is being taken to properly guard the ship. BOTTOM or THfOWMrmcw a* OCCT/OM ST. cOAfA»jrr*£W "988 O#oce Omi& /f*ov&nBorrott Oi/Tt* &C.*T£ Tft//r0A7~re/f*r to tv/rsc* tmt co/weer/cc/T Mwe* *LATt f/Ttr/o aJK.*r. A**OW mtOKATn I»'X‘£~erc*"r* <Wrc/r At+ff Diagram showing the three attempts ry: _ § Compa* TA*fivr made to destroy the Connecticut. First to Be Photographed. Lord Avebury is said to be the first i person to have his photograph taken | in England. M. Daguerre, the co-in ventor 'with M. Niepce in the art of photography, came to London to pat ent the invention which bears his name, and paid an early visit to the present Lord Avebury s father. The Snfhusiastlc Frenchman was soon 6x olalning the details of his new dis I covery. Young John Lubbock, as he then was, was playing in the "garden, and M. Daguerre, pointing to him, asked to be allowed to give a practical illustration of the art. The reqii-M was, of course, granted, and a success ful result followed. First New Ycrk Central Pensioner. The privilege of being the first pen sioner of the New York Central rail road under the new pension system has fallen to Samuel Lane of Pough keepsie. Mr. Lane has the unusual record of never having had but one employer. He has been in the service of the New York Central for fifty three years, has never cost the com pany a cent by reason of neglect or carelessness and has never figured in an accident. He is now 71 years of age, hale and vigorous. He will re ceive $20 a month from the railroad company as long as he lives. Balloonist in Hard Luck. Joseph La Roux, a balloonist who makes ascensions at county fairs, had rather a hard streak of luck the other day near Trenton, N. J. In alighting he got tangled up with the lightning rod on a farmer’s barn. The bucolic citizen made him pay $5 for the dam age done. Then, when he attempted to re-enter the fair grounds in his bal looning costume a guard put him un der arrest. This w-as too much, and Mr. La Roux resisted the officer, which indiscretion resulted in his be ing held in $200 bail to await grand jury action. Mysterious Hospital Visitor. “The flower lady” is an interesting and so far mysterious visitor who fre quently brightens the lives of patients in the Hahnemann hospital, Philadel phia. Every visiting day she arrives in an automobile with a quantity of flowers, which she distributes among the sufferers. When anyone asks her name she merely laughs and says: “I was once in a hospital for a long time. A good woman brought flowers to me and made me very happy. I made up my mind that I would do the same some day.” Company Insures Eyeglasses. The latest venture in the insurance business is the advent of the Eye glass Protective association. This concern began business three weeks ago in New York City. Its incorpora tors are New York and Brooklyn men. The association insures all kinds of eyeglasses and spectacles. One dollar a year is the fee, and the company guarantees to keep the glasses id re pair and have a duplicate pair made in case they are lost or broken be yond repair. Latest in Advertising. Among the sights on Broadway, New "iork. the other day was a sand wich man in full dress, including pat ent leather shoes and a silk hat. The signs dangling from his person were done in most artistic fashion and called attention to the excellence of a pew brand of cigars. Following c!qsq behind him came a smartly dressed colored boy who acted as his valet, both master and man conducting themselves with the greatest gravity and decorum. The parade continued for a couple of hours, when an auto picked the pair up and whirled them down a side street. President Eliot's Good Advice. In addressing the freshman class of Harvard, President Eliot impressed upon his hearers that they must be and do everything that a true Harvard man ought to be and do—must be democratic gentlemen. “A gentle man,” he said, “must also be quiet. If a man is heard bawling about the col lege yard one can feel perfectly sure that he 13 either an outsider or a new comer. He must never do anything that will hurt a woman or a child or an inferior. He must be generous, efficient, deferential to age, beauty, excellence, skill and all worthy things.” Sixty-four Years a Lawyer. While arguing a case in the State supreme court at Helena, Mont., the other day ex-Gov. P. H. Leslie casual ly mentioned that he had just entered upon the sixty-fourth year of his prac tice as a lawyer. The man who has been governor of two commonwealths, once United States district attorney and has filled many other positions of trust, in his eighty-fifth year seemed to be as alert and active as many a lawyer far younger. Mr. Leslie was governor of Kentucky long before President Cleveland made him terri torial governor of Montana. “Father of Baseball’' Still Vigorous. Henry W. Chadwick, the “father of baseball,” is still in the front ranks of those actively employed in newspaper pursuits. While over 80 years of age, Mr. Chadwick conducts a syndicate of chess, whist, cricket and baseball spe cials, and his articles on these sub jects are as vigorous to-day as they were forty years ago or more. The old gentleman is hale and hearty and attributes his good health and longev ity to a life free from tobacco and stimulants and with plenty of outdoor exercise. Last of Twelve Famous Men. Thirty-four years ago "France was ruled by the government of the na tional defense, which consisted of twelve of the best known members of the opposition under the empire. Among them were such famous names as I .con Gambetta, Jules Simon, Jules Favre and Gen. Trochu. Eleven of the twelve are dead now and most of them are forgotten. The last surviv or is Henri Rochefort, who in his time has been journalist, convict, member of the government and Boulanglst DESPONDENT, YOUNG ILLINOIS GIRL ENDS GLOOMY LIFE /mmr //d/p/mm/vs Three children playing in the barn of their father, Fred Harmening, near Palatine, 111., Oct. 5, found the body of their lS-year-old sister, Minnie. Fif teen minutes before the girl had left the house. In the interim, it was at first believed, some one had attacked her and strangled her to death. All night posses of farmers searched the district for some trace of the sup posed murderer. Evidence produced at the inquest, however, proved 1 e yond doubt that the young girl had committed suicide. Her brother tes tified he had found the body of his sister hanging to a rafter in the barn. He said nothing of this at first, hav ing the idea that the suicide was a dis grace to the family. It was also shown that the girl had for some time been weak-minded. The never-ending gloom that is the lot of women doomed by circum stances to the life of a farm drudge is believed to have driven Minnie Harmening to end her life. The Har menings, from father to the youngest child, are tillers of the soil. All work in the fields, and Minnie was missed when it was noticed she had not done the regular afternoon chores. It was /UP ^ffOFYING &IL477PT/VYD sLPJXCGYT- 7Z2JVK5 her day to drive home the cattle and milk them, after working all the morn ing and part of the afternoon in the fields. The girl, neighbors say, knew none of the pleasures which her more for tunate sisters enjoy. She seemed not to care for and had little time to enjoy the companionship of her neighbor0. Her schooling ended, her brother said, when she had finished the third reader. “Why, it was so long ago that I cannot remember when we did go to school,” he declared. Although 20 years old, Minnie had no sweetheart, so far as her family know. Neighbors and the people of Palatine believe that the dreariness of her life dawned upon her and she ended life and labor at the same time. SPONSOR OF WARSHIP NEBRASKA New Vessel Christened by Daughter of Governor of State. To Miss Marie Nain Mickey, the daughter of Gov. John H. Mickey of Nebraska, was assigned the honor of christening the battleship named for that state, at Seattle, Wash., Oct. 7. Miss Mickey is 22 years old. She was born and reared in Nebraska and is described by her fond father as “a home girl.” She does not care much for society and goes out infrequently. She is much interested in charitable . mss hzjzfmw mazy work and has taken part In college settlement and mission activities. She is an excellent pianist. The governor announced her selection immediately after the date had been set for the launching, because, as be said, he feared the deluge of applications that would come in from fond fathers, and he did not care to take the responsi bility of making a selection. Sailor Has Had Long Life. Nicholas Thomson of 285 Madison street, Milwaukee, has been celebrat ing his ninetieth birthday. Mr. Thom son passed nearly sixty-four years on the ocean and great lakes as a sailor, passing through many hardships and perils and coming out with scarcely a scratch, in good health for one of his ape and finding it necessary to call a doctor but once in his lifetime, and that for one treatment for rheumatism. He was born in Denmark and went to sea when 16 years old. In 1848 he became a resident of Milwaukee, and has lived in the same place ever since. Shortens Well-Known Name. James Brown Potter, who has Just been married to Miss May Handy, the famous Virginia beauty, has decided that hereafter he will write his name “James Potter,” because, as one of his friends says, “a lady has appro priated his original cognomen for stage purposes.” The lady in question nsed to he known as Cora Urquhart, who had quite a name as an amateur player before going on the stage aa a professional. She was married to Mr. Potter in 1877 and they were divorced a few years ago. Date To Be Remembered. Prof. Cyros Northrup of the Univer sity of Minnesota was 70 years old Oct 3, and the day also marked his entrance npon his third decade as president of the university, besides be ing the anniversary of his marriage. Autorrcbifes in France. In 1900 there were 2,897 automobiles In France. This year 12,984 are reg istered. There has been a decrease of 20,000 horses and of 245,475 aorse i drawn vehicles fo that time. HOPE FOR UNIVERSAL PEACE. Lessons Drawn from the Present Con flict in the East. The international peace congress which has been in session at Boston has added its voice to the many that have recently been lifted in plea that steps be taken to terminate the war in the far East. Would that there were hope that the plea might have success. These advocates of peace feel the horrors of war and see clearly the blessings that a perpetual peace would bring to the world. They give expres sion to the greatest of ideals. But they do not touch the immediate prac tical problem. Russia and Japan, the belligerent?, ha\ e in view only their own national interests, as they appear to them at Ihe present time. They will ash them seh'es only whether the cost of wuPk in weal$ and lives} Is wort]; the ob jeetp which they hope >6 themselves as nations. And for both countries the more they fight »he stronger their fighting blood will and the harder it will be for them to compromise short of complete victory on one side and complete defeat on the other, or, as an alternative, (ex p!ete prostration on both sides The lesson of it all is that in tinr* of peace the world should prepare f. r peace. W hile war is raging peace res olutions addressed to the belligerents must surely fall upon deaf ears—Chi cago Record-Herald. Ellen Terry’s Foibles. Ellen Terry, who is again to charm American audiences, has two markka peculiarities. One is her childish de sire to own everything new and bi zarre. and the other is her habit oi carrying with her everywhere a hand bag bursting with letters and paper* On the actress's last visit to this country these two foibles came to gether in a way that was a little pe culiar and not a little amusing. It was when she was in Toledo. Ohio. At the hotel where she was registered the ice for the drinkin water was carried to the rooms in brass pails of rather artistic shape and no sooner did Miss Terry see one of these than she sent the boy to the office to ask the price, and bring back one for her personal property. Of course, the clerk sent up the best pail he had in stock with the com pliments of the house, and for the next fortnight the worn and battered handbag gave place to the brazen pail, in which the actress carried every where, in the street and on the train her little personal vademecums. Seek Tomb of Cyrano De Bergerac. When the Dominican Sisters leave their convent in the Rue de Charonne Paris, an effort will be made to find the tomb and skeleton of Cyrano De Bergerac, or, to give him his full ' name, Savinien De Cyrano De Berger ac, who was buried there in 1655. Records preserved in the convent, by the way, contradict the legends that the poet was -a Gascon and that he had an abnormally long nose. In fact, a portrait which Is regarded as au thentic shows him to have been a rather good-looking man. Impose on National Guard. The National Guard of California has just concluded extensive military maneuvers in conjunction with t*e regulars and has returned to the pur suits of peace "disgusted.” They tfbre marched off their feet, had to do the same work as the seasoned regu lars and suffered many hardships, under which two died and others were severely prostrated. Some of their friends assert that the regular ofllcers w ho planned the campaign did all thia deliberately.