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    "No, love," she said, “I do not say
That I will give you all the space
In closet, bureau, trunk—I may
Ask for myself a little space,
But you shall have your very own.
The thing that you have languished for;
Yes, you. because I love you. love,
Shall have the lowest bureau drawer."
He thanked her. What else could he do?
For well he knew her fond Intent
To prove her love was wondrous true.
Of sacrifice and yearning blent.
"Oh. love," he said, "full well I know
The wondrous love, affection sweet.
That prompts you now to promise me
A bureau drawer as mine, complete.*
*Twas almost ten sweet years ago.
And ever since when be has gone
Unto that drawer he’s found, you know,
Satins and laces, silks and lawn.
And women’s gloves, and bric-a-brac,
And things no man would e’er disclose;
But still he minds it not at all,
For he is married and—he knows.
—Sunset Magazine.
(Copyright, 1905, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
“That Is all, I believe," said Battle
sea, as he rose and buttoned his ooat
across his breast. “I saw the Eng
lishman In New York, and he will be
on here next week. Have the report
very specific, this and that vein out
cropping at the surface, so much ore
to the ton, and so many tons exca
vated with but a minimum of expense.
He has unlimited tooney to squander,
and is wild to throw it into mine
holes; but he likes details. Give it to
him in the way of veins and promis
ing Indications and computations.
And, oh, yes, while about it you might
take a peep in Faxon’s mine adjoin
ing. Make a few golden notes about
that also. After purchasing from me,
the Englishman may as well buy out
Faxon. The two mines could be op
erated as one. We will impress that
on him—after we have sold. Old
Faxon can’t afford to hire a mine ex
pert himself and I shall be glad to
help him a little. Make the reports
all right. The Englishman has heard
of you and will accept the report
without question. You understand?”
Yes, Clint Bayland understood, and
he understood the significance of a
small roll which Battlesea's hand
dropped carelessly upon his desk as
he turned and went out. It was a first
installment for his reputation. And
Clara Faxon, the most beautiful girl
in twenty miles round, was the daugh
ter of the old man whom Battlesea
would be glad to help.
He walked irritably to the window
of the office and looked out, not dar
ing to trust his eyes with a second
glance at the small roll on his desk.
He did need the money, sorely, more
than he would care to have any one
know. And it was only an indication
of what would come. With Battlesea,
who owned more mine and town prop
erty than any ten men in the country,
as his friend, his prosperity would be
But somehow, the thought of the
prosperity did not give him the pleas
ure that it ought. Oddly enough his
mind went over the snow-clad peaks
to the mother he had left in the East,
and from her to—Clara Faxon. What
would they think?
A smart runabout swung up to the
office door, and a handsome young fel
low of about his own age raised a
beckoning finger. The other occupant
of the runabout was Clara Faxon.
Clint left the window and went to the
“Hello, Bayland," the man called af
fably; “be "busy to-morrow?”
“In the morning, yes. But I can
spare you part of the afternoon, Mr.
Beele, if that will do.”
“Nicely. I want you to take a run
through my mine and make a report
of its general characteristics. I
haven’t opened it much yet, but the
indications I think point to a good
thing. However, there’s a rumor of
a big syndicate’s buyer approaching
and any of us will sell if we can get
our price. Say two sharp, and I will
be there to go through with you."
“Very well. You may look for me.”
As the runabout whirled away,
. Clara Faxon’s eyes flashed him a
kindly glance over her shoulder. Of
late he had thought her manner a
shade more friendly. Perhaps even
Battlesea and Mr. Deele— But, pshaw!
and he turned abruptly and went back
into the office. At the desk he stood
for fully a minute, gazing down at the
roll, the fine wrinkles again coming
between his brows. Then with an
Impatient movement he swept the roll
into his desk and turned the key.
Some chance visitor might come in
and notice it lying there.
The next day his -examination of
Battlesea’s mine turned out as he
ft was a first Installment for his repu
feared—the property was absolutely
worthless as an investment. And
Faxon’s was no better. The only dif
ference was- that old Faxon believed
implicitly in his mine, while Battle
sea did not. So in selling, at what
ever price, one would be honest and
the other a self-conscious swindler.
From Faxon’s mine, Clint went
straight to Deele’s, a quarter of a
mile away, expecting the same result.
Bat when he left it, late in the after
noon. there was a strange look on his
face. He had examined many mines,
some of them very rich, but none had
been like Deele's. If he made a con
scientious report this would be the
mine sold, at a fabulous price, and
Deele, from being merely a prosper
ous man, would bea>me an immense
ly rich one. Moredjfer, it would make
Battlesea his bitter enemy, and prac
tically would mean his ruin at this
place. And ruin, of course, meant los
ing whatever chance he had of win
ning Clara Faxon. «
The wrinkles were deep in his fore
head when he entered the office and
dropped down at his desk, his head
upon his arms. He wanted to think,
to reason the thing out in a sensible,
practical manner, but could not. His
mother kept slipping in between him
-- 1
“You did nobly, and I—n
and his thoughts, and with her came
Clara Faxon. He knew what his
mother’s searching eyes meant, and
he fancied there was something in
the girl’s straight gaze that looked
out upon life in much the same way.
But she was on the other side of the
black gulf, and he must step across
to reach her. Once there, by her side,
with those eyes as inspiration, he felt
there could be no heights too great,
no plains too broad, for them to com
pass together.
It was a long, bitter fight, lasting
through the night and into the gray
dawn of the next day; but in the end
his mother won, and with haggard
face he made the small roll into a
secure package and returned it to
Battlesea by his office boy, stating it
was something that had been left In
his office by mistake. Then from his
notes he made out the reports for the
three mines.
One afternoon, a week later, while
writing to the management of a min
ing company in another state in re
gard to a position, he heard someone
enter, but, thinking it the office boy,
did not turn. Then:
“I—I beg your pardon, Mr. Bayland.
Can I speak with you a moment?”
He whirled In his chair, to find
Clara Faxon standing before him, her
face a little pale, but her eyes glow
“Oh, Mr. Bayland,” ehe cried im
petuously, before he could speak:
“Papa, and Mr. Battlesea are so angry
with you. I thought you must have
done something dreadful from the
way they have been talking; but this
morning I learned Just how it was,
and hurried here thinking you might
feel bad at their being angry. You
did nobly, and I—everybody ought to
be proud of you. I—I-” She
stopped suddenly, confusedly, for ha
had eaught both her hands and wi*
gazing into her eyes In a way thfct
could not be misunderstood. Her
breath quickened a little, then the
eyes met hlB squarely, and the hands
were not withdrawn.
Carries His Own Glass.
“Give me a glass of orange phos
phate,” said the red-faced man.
Then he took a tall, thin glass from
his coat pocket and passed It over '„o
the clerk.
"What’s that for?” asked the clerk.
“To put the phosphate said the
man. “I can’t drink out of your
glasses. I sat in a place once where I
could see you fellows dabble your
spoohs and glasses in that little pool
under the counter. That was enough
for me. Since then, when I go out for
a soda or phosphate, I take my own
glass along. You needn’t be afraid of
it. It Is regulation size. It won’t hold
a drop more than your own glasses.
The only difference is it is clean.
Hurry up, please.”
The clerk seemed In doubt, but h*e
mixed the phosphate. The fastidious
man sipped it with appreciative
smacks and glared contemptuously the
while upon the common, herd who took
their refreshments from drug store
Ministered to His Enjoyment.
“Tommy, for the land’s sake, where
hare you been for the last two hours?”
“Been havin’ a good time with an
“You don’t mean to say you’ve been
taking a ride in one?”
“Naw! Standin’ off an’ hollerin’
‘get a horse!’ at a feller that was
tryin’ to make a busted machine go.”
—Chicago Tribune
Doubt as to His Identity Worried This
There is a rule in one at least of the
savings banks in Massachusetts that
when a passbook Is presented with an
order for payment from the depositor
the identification of the payee is re
quired L»r amounts exceeding $100.
One day an Irishman, evidently not
long in this country, appeared at the
paying teller’s window for a draft of
$123, presenting a passbook and an
order from the owner of the book to
pay Patrick Rafferty the amount.
The order was in proper form, but
the payee was not known to the teller.
“Do you know any Of the officers
here?” he asked of Pat.
“No, sor,” replied Pat.
“Well, then, you will have to be
identified to us in some way.”
JiWhat’s that?” asked the now con
fused Irishman.
“Why,” explained the teller, "you
will have to get some one whom *e
know and who knows you to come in
here and Identify you. You might be
anybody, and we want to be sure
that we are paying Patrick Rafferty.”
Pat looked dazed and went over to
a seat and for ten or fifteen minutes
looked stupidly at the passbook and
Finally he approached the window
again, with the most dubious look im
aginable on his face, and said, “Say,
young feller, if I’m not Pat Rafferty,
who the divil am I?”
Impressive Appeal Backed Up by De
fendant’s Appearance.
The»late Charles P. Thompson of the
Massachusetts supreme court at one
time in his practice had a client named
Michael Dougherty, who had been ar
rested for the illegal sale of liquor.
The police had no evidence except one
pint of whisky, which their search of
his alleged kitch^p bar room revealed.
In the superior court this evidence
was produced and a somewhat vivid
claim made of prima facie evidence of
guilt by the prosecuting attorney. Dur
ing all this Mr. Thompson wras silent.
When his turn came for the defense
he arose and said:
“Michael Dougherty, take the
stand.” And “Mike,” with big red
nose, unshaven face, bleared eyes and
a general appearance of dilapidation
and dejection, took the stand.
“Michael Dougherty, look upon the
jury. Gentlemen of the jury, look on
Michael Dougherty,” said Mr. Thomp
son. All complied. Mr. Thompson
himself, silently and steadily gazing
at “Mike” for a moment, slowly and
with solemnity, turned to the jury and
said: “Gentlemen of the jury, do you
mean to say to this court and to me
that you honestly and truly believe
that Michael Dougherty, if he had a
pint of whisky, would sell it?” ,
It is needless to say “Mike” was
Dead or Not, He Was Burled.
Over twenty years ago S. P. Ives, a
well-known legal light of Essex coun
ty, and Charles P. Thompson of the
superior court were pitted against
each other in an important life insur
ance case at Salem, Mr. Ives for the
company and Mr. Thompson for the
plaintiff. Mr. Thompson was very
anxious to put into the case certain
affidavits, and Mr. Ives was equally
strenuous in opposition.
After lengthy arguments the judge
decided in Mr. Thompson’s favor, and
he proceeded to read, with much em
phasis, depositions relating to surgi
cal treatment, death, funeral and last
the interment of the insured.
As Mr. Thompson finished reading
this, which was from a sexton of the
cemetery, giving name, date, number
of burial lot, etc., he threw the papers
upon the table and, addressing the
judge, said, with a bit of impediment
in speech which sometimes bothered
him: “There, your honor. P-perhaps
Bro. Ives don’t be-believe this man is
dead! B-but we’ve b-burled him, any
way."-^Boston Herald.
Why Hg Hadn’t Kissed Her.
On Sixth avenue yesterday after
noon a handsomely dressed woman
with a profusion of blonde hair was
walking by the side of her husband.
As the couple passed a department
store the woman’s attention was at
tracted by a tailor-made gown, and
she left her husband to examine it
more closely. When she returned she
seemed annoyed. “You never look at
anything that interests me any more,"
she camplained. “You don’t care how
I dress. You don’t care for me any
more. Why, you haven’t even kissed
me for a month.”
"Indeed, I am sorry, but it is not my
fault,” said the man to whom she had
Just been speaking.
Turning the woman looked at him,
gasped and mumbled out an apology.
She had taken the arm of a stranger.
—New York Press.
1 A Modern Convenience.
When Albert Bigelow Paine, the ex
perinced author of “The Van Dwell
ers,” was looking about him for a
home in suburban New York before
he found his nest on Long Island, he
was interviewed by a farmer who had
a house to sell somewhere up the
country. He described the place in
sunset and sunrise and green field and
yellow grain colors, and Mr. Paine
“Has the house any of the modem
conveniences?” he asked.
“You bet it has,” replied the farmer
with enthusiasm.
“Is that so?”
“Ye^siree; it’s got the very latest
—there’s a trolley car runs within a
half mile of the front door.”
Good Night!
"Good night!” so low and sweet
The homely phrase resounds
With far re-echoed beat'
Beyond the garden bounds,
“Good night!” the jasmine sighs,
“Good night!” the rose replies.
“Good night!” as sad and clear
As song of nightingale
The two brief words I hear.
While west the moon doth saiL
"Good night! Alas we part!”
“Good night! O deafest heart!”
"Good night!” The moon does wane:
More purple grows the sky,
And duskier the plain
Where sleeping farmsteads lie.
“Good night! and dreams of peace
Till darkness have surcease v‘
Ah, long have gone their way
Fair Venus and red Mars;
Yet for us shine for aye
Love’s everlasting stars!
So. whilst time taketh flight,
"Good night'"—and then “Goo' night*”
V.'i'V— '-i Boston Transcript
Various Kinds of Ivory
• ^ - > ■ ■ ■— . ... « —
Enormous Amount Is Exported
from Africa Yearly for Use
in Europe—Large Deposits of
Mammoth Tusks.
Ivory Is, strictly speaking, obtained
only from the tusks of the elephant,
:he finest of which comes from the
coast of Africa. This hard, heavy, find
grained green or guinea ivory is es
teemed for its transparency, and be
cause its light yellow or pale blood
tint, unlike the whiteness of other
dnds which becomes yellow, bleaches
with age The different species of
African elephant supply almost all the
ivory used in Europe. Its quantity is
enormous. The British importation
1900 was 1,176,000 pounds, which rep
resent 60,000 tusks. One London firm
sells 10,000 tusks yearly in billiard
balls. Under so heavy a drain the sup
ply must fail, but to fall back upon are
remarkable deposits of mammoth
tusks which have accumulated on the
rivers discharging into the Arctic
Sinee man began to express him
self in art he has made use of ivory
Here, however, the term has a wider
application. It covers the teeth of the
hippopotamus, the long tusks of the
walrus, and even the single tooth or ,
the narwhale. Under the description
of ivories come carving in polished
stag’s-horn and in bone. The most re
markable of prehistoric Ivories is the
representation of a head and shoulder
of an ibex ca/ved in reindeer horn,
' which is done with so much science
and observation, though the work of a
cave-dweller of Dordogne, that natur
alists are able to assign it to the ibex
of the Alps rather than that of the
Billiard balls are turned from the
most perfect elephant tusks; not nec
essarily the largest, for the best and
most costly are made from teeth
scarcely larger than the balls them
selves in diameter, and known as ball
teeth. Some of the balls turned from
even these are better than others.
They are of higher grade the nearer
they are to the termination of the
rerve which runs through the tusk,
and the smaller thl9 is, as may be
observed in the black speck to be
seen on a ball, the better the quality.
Fossil or blue ivory is sometimes
found in commerce, and Is used occa
sionally in the manufacture of jewelry.
It is evidently from the tusks of ante*
deluvian mammoths buried in the
earth for thousands of years, during
which time they have become slowly
penetrated with metallic salts, which
have given them a peculiar blue color,
allowing them to be used as tw
Preparing the Raw Opium
How the Drug Is Extracted From
the Poppy and Made Into
Balia—Will Keep Its Proper
ties Fifteen Years or More.
. ,The- preparation of “raw” opium In
North India Is carried out as follows:
In February, as a rule, the Juice is
gathered, the poppy plant being then
In full flower and of a height of three
or four feet, each stem having from
two to five capsules of the size of a
duck's egg, says the Tropical Agricul
turist. Before the capsules are pierced
the fallen petals of the flowers are
carefully gathered and sorted accord
ing to conditions, In three grades, and
then are heated over a slow fire and
formed Into thin cakes, or to be used
for the covering of the drug when col
lected. The piercing of the pods re
quires great skill and upon It largely
depends the yield. The opium farmer
and his assistants each carry a small
lancelike tool, which has three or four
short, sharp prongs and with these a
half-dozen perpendicular cuts are
made in each, capsule or seed pod of
the poppy. The Juice begins to flow at
once, but quickly congeals. The day
after the thickened Juice is carefully
gathered, being scraped off with a
small Iron trowel, and the mass thus
gathered Is put Into an earthen vessel
and kept carefully stirred for & month
or more, great care being taken to
have It well aired, but not exposed to
the gun. The material Is now exam
ined by expert testers, who determine
its grade or quality, and then the
whole is put into a large box, where
it is worked very much in the Bame
fashion as baker’s dough, to give it the
required consistency. The opium is
now made into balls for export; the
natives wade about in the large vats
containing the paste-like drug and
hand it? out to hundreds of ball-mak
ers sitting around the room. Every
man has a spherical brass cap, lined
with the poppy flower petals, before
him. Into this is pressed the regula
tion quantity of opium. From this
brass cup, when properly pressed, the
opium ball is transferred to another
man, who gives it a coating of clay.
This gives the drug, when ready for
shipment, the appearance of a fair
sized cannon ball. When well pre
pared in this, manner opium will keep
its properties for fifteen years or more.
Before it can be used the opium balls
have to be broken up and further
Manila Now Well Governed
It Is Asserted That Complete
Order Prevails in the Filipino
City — Improved System oi
Land Registration.
Judge James Ross of the Court of
First Instance of the Philippines is at
the Raleigh in Washington. He went
to the island in 1899 from Tacoma,
Wash., where he had been an attor
ney, as captain of volunteers. From
that position to governor of the prov
ince of Ambos Camorianes in southern
Luzon and assistant attorney-general
and judge-at-large were the successive
steps won by his efficiency. He has
his headquarters at Manila.
“The Judicial system of the Philip
pine islands,” said Judge Ross to the
Washington Post, “is working out suc
cessfully, with nine natives and fif
teen Americans on the Court of First
Instance and three natives and four
Americans on the Supreme court. The
first series of courts Is about the same
as the state superior or district courts
in the United States. During the past
two or three years, since the estab
* .
lishment of peaceful conditions, the
number of criminal cases tried has de
creased. To-day ,lt Is safer to walk at
midnight in the streets of Manila than
In the streets of Chicago. There was
a time when there were many maraud
ing bands, but they have been appre
hended, except possibly In certain dis
tricts In Samar, and the people have
settled down to abide by the laws of
i the new Tegime. Ordinarily they are
quiet and passive in disposition.
“The greater part of the business of
the Courts at the present time con
cerns land cases. Under the old Span
ish system for cehturles an intricate
system of land registration was Ife
vogue and therefore there Is now
much litigation over the settlement of
titles. This is being adjusted also
through the court of land registration
and the Torrens system. Each title la
properly registered and simplicity pre
vails. Though conditions are settled,
the administrative and judicial officers
of the government find plenty to do.
The governors are mostly natives
Silly Old English Custom
— — — .
Example of the Follies That Pre
vailed During the Reign of
Charles 11—Sir Charles Sed
ley’s Grim Joke.
Amongst other follies of the days of
Charles II., It was the custom when a
gentleman drank a lady’s health as a
toast, by way of doing her greater
honor, to throw some part of his dress
Into the fire, an example which his
friends were bound to follow by con
suming the same article of their appar
el, whatever It might be.
One of his friends, perceiving at a
tavern dinner that Sir Charles Sedley
had on a very rich lace cravat when
he named his toast, committed his
cravat to the flames as a burnt offer
ing to the temporary divinity, and Sir
Charles and the rest of the party were
obliged to do the same. The poet bore
his loss with great composure, ob
serving it was a good joke, but that
be would have as good a one some
other time.
He watched, therefore, his oppor
tunity when the same party was as
sembled on a subsequent occasion, and
drinking off a bumper to the health
of Nell Gwynne, or some other beauty
of the day, he called the waiter, ana
ordering a tooth-drawer into the room,
whom he had previously brought to
the tavern for the purpose, made him
draw a decayed tooth, which long had
plagued him. The rules of good
fellowship, as then in force, clearly
required that every one of tho com
pany should have a tooth drawn also,
but they very naturally expressed a
hope that Sedley would not be so
unmerciful as to enforce the law.
Deaf, however, to all their remon
strances, persuasions and entreaties,
he saw them, one after another, put
themselves into the haois of the
operator, and whilst writhing with
pain, added to their tormvnts by ex
“Patience, gentlemen, patience; you
know you promised that I should have
my frolic, too."
Prime Causes of Suicide
Avoidance of Phyaical Labor, It la
Declared, la a Large Factor
in Shaping Conduct of Thoae
Who Are Tired of Life.
Throughout the literature of suicide
one will find that the attitude toward
wage-earning and work is a larger fac
tor in shaping moti/es. The dread of
being forced to work after a period of
leisure, the mad desire to get money
by trickery and gambling devices, the
scorn with which manual labor is
regarded by the “successful,” is em
phasized by the stories of the newly
rich become suddenly poor, and who
then deftly escape into the unknown
and live on pensions and polite beg
But nothing is surer than that work
is the primal condition of health and
the love of life. It is the do-nothing,
the fashionable, the “retired,” the
woman freed from necessities and
duties, that are the disease-breeders
an* the miserables. The attitude of
K ’ ’ ' - - " - -.—
the fashionable doctors who minister
to this unspeakable class Is not In
frequently blameworthy. They are
often encouraged by our rest cures,
our flatteries and attentions.
The effort to escape from drudgery
is as old as civilization and as ancient
as savagery. The investigator sent to
study the problem of putting the na
tive African negroes to useful work
finds that they simply will not work.
Those among the Canadian Doukho
bors who would work found that the
maligners and lazies were about half,
and they preferred to live out of the
common treasury supplied. by the
workers—until the latter determined
to abolish the common treasury and
to receive and spend their owtf wages
as other individuals do.
Our civilization, economically, Is
largely a device of the cunning and
the lazy io establish a common treas
ury. The “failure of democracy” Is
largely the failure to outwit the trick
sters.—American Medicine.
In Drasma,
In the vague, misty mat, at my dream*
There's a puce that 1 know, where it
That It ruivar la night, tut a mellow
Through th« dlrn, shifting tree* svar
And thera'a always a song In fhn air
An of birds, and fh«* H«wm9 are fob.
And the springtime appeals to hid*
from the years
And to sleep through atornlty fhersl
But the roads to It turn so. and wind
Through perilous passage and blind,
That I never can tell, though 1 know It
ho well.
How to roach It—so hard *tl» to find—
Fo far off from dying and hlrth.
And the house* of sorrow and mirth,
But I'm happy again, for she cornss to
me then
Whom I never may see on Oils earth.
She come*, and all Borrowing* cease,
And the pain that years hut increase
Is stilled for a while by her wonderful
By her tenderness hushed into peace.
And oh! If some power could make
Me dreAm on to death for the so^e
Of my dream-kride'e embrace and her
flower-soft face
I would pray I might never awake.
I would pray to sleep on In the beams
Of that dim, mellow half-light that
Like the light of her eyes. In the region
that lies
On the vague, misty map of my dreams!
—Cleveland Leader.
Deed* That Won Honor Medals.
No veteran of the civil war won
his medals more fairly than did Gen.
John P. Weston, now commissary gen
eral of subsistence. In the summer of
1864 Weston was a major of cavalry
attached to Wilson’s division. He and
his men were In Alabama, some forty
miles from Montgomery. Word
reached Weston that there was a Con
federate transport laden with supplies
somewhere near the junction of the
Tallapoosa and Coosa rivers. Weston
was ordered to locate and capture it.
While marching along the shore of
the Tallapoosa he saw on the further
aide of the river two or three canoes
which he thought might be useful to
him In hunting the transport. Strap
ping his revolver on the top of his
head, and ordering his men to do
likewise, the major, with six follow
ers, prunged Into the river, swam to
the opposite bank and secured the
canoes. He rowed back for the rest
of hla command, and, leaving a few
troops to guard the horses, went on up
the Btream. At the mouth of the Coo
sa he discovered the transport in a
bayou a short distance ahead. Beach
ing his canoes he began to make sig
nals to attract the attention of those
on board the transport, and presently
saw a gig push off and pull toward
shore. When the gig ran upon the
beach the first man to step out of it
was the captain of the transport.
“What do you want with me?” ask
ed the captain.
"Who may you be?” asked Weston,
answering one question with another.
“I am the captain of the boat out
there,” was the reply.
“Then you are just the man I want
ed to see,” said Weston. “I command
the advance of Wilson’s cavalry,
which will be along here In a few
mihutes, and must ask you to surrem
der yourself and your transport.”
The captain, after a moment’s
thought agreed to an unconditional
surrender, whereupon Weston with a
a portion of his command boarded the
gig and, rowing to the transport, told
the officer in charge that the captain
had surrendered, and that he bad
come to take possession of the boat.
The transport was promptly turned
over, taken to Montgomery and des
troyed. It was for the success and
daring of this undertaking that Gen.
Weston was awarded a Medal of
Another man who wears his medal
as a result of heroism on the same
field Is Col. Edward Knox of New
York. Knox was then captain of the
Fifteenth New York Battery and bare
ly twenty years of age, but he made a
victorious charge in the face of a gall
ing fire. When the order was given
him he tightened up his belt, and,
waving his sword, shouted to his men
to charge. It was one chance In ten
of getting back alive, but Knox took
It and lives to wear the Medal of
Honor. The medal worn by Capt.
Abram P. Haring, another New York
veteran, recalls one of the boldest ex
ploits of the civil war. For upward of
an hour on the first day of February,
1864,"with a handful of men belonging
to the One Hundred and Thirty-second
New York Infantry, in which he was
serving as first lieutenant, he held a
bridge across Bachelor’s Creek, North
Carolina, against 11,000 men under
Pickett and thus prevented the sur
prise and capture of Newbern, then
one of the most important Union
strongholds in the south.
Could Not Recover Chickens.
"Speaking of things happening after
the war,” said E, A. Gardner of New
Hampton, Iowa, "reminds me of a
case in point on the Red river expedi
tion. Our officers’ mess had some
chickens cooked, ready to eat. When
the cook went for some water the
teams came along and one of the
teamster's put the chickens In his
wagon and went on without remark.
When the loss of the chickens was
discovered the officers raged, hot that
wasn’t the end of the story.
“Twenty-five years after the war
the teamster who stole the cooked
chickens was at a G. A. R. camp fire
and beard a comrade tell of his bad
luck in losing chickens ready to eat
through some light fingered teamster.
He added that if he ever learned who
the rascal was that stole his chickens
he would choke them out of him.
While the teamster was thinking of
what ought to be said next, another
comrade stood on his feet and said:
‘I didn’t steal the chickens, but I help
ed eat them, and I am keen to swear
they were very good. But as to chok
ing them out of anybody, that can’t
be done, because, don’t you see, they
were eaten twenty-five years ago.'
“While we were in the rear of
Vicksburg, after our trip to Jackson,
the boys learned a good deal about
baking. They made what they called
outdoor ovens by digging holes in the
side of a bank or hill. They would
build fires In the holes, and when the
earth was hot rake out the fire and
put !n the dough or whatever was to
be baked. The success was surpris
ing, and one of the boys came to the
conclusion it would be no trick at ail
to make and bake a lemon pie.
“As he was short on flour the boys
suggested that he pound hard tack
into powder anti as® that With the
flour. Powdering hard tack proved! ,
slow work, and the piemaker broke
the cracker* in pieces and put them
is on the theory that they would dis
solve and be tha same as If pounded
into powder. But they didn’t. When
the pie was baked a piece was sent
over to the Colonel, add he finding
the broken crackers, treated the
lemon pie as a joke. This didn't suit
the piemaker, and be tried again,
leaving out the hard tack. Greatly to
the surprise of the colonel, the result
was good lemon pie, and no Joke.”—
Chicago Inter Ocean.
Past Commanders Gone.
Announcement is made by the com
mander-in-chief of the death of the
following comrades:
JameB H. Seymour—Past Depart
ment Commander, Department of
Ohio, died at Akron, Ohio.
Matthew T. Benton—Past Depart
1 ment Commander, Department of New
Hampshire, died at East Derry, N. H.
Alvin Coe Voris—Past Department
Commander, Department of Ohio, died
at Akron, Ohio.
David W. Thomas—Past Depart
ment Commander, Department of
Ohio, died at Baltimore, Md.
A. F. Dill—Past Department Com
mander, Department of California and
Nevada, died at San Diego, Cal.
Richard A. Donnelly—Past Depart
ment Commander, Department of New
Jersey, died at Trenton, N. J.
W. B. E. Miller—Past Department
Commander, Dfepartment of New Jen
sey, died at Camden, N. J.
I. M. Christy—Past Department
Commander, Department of Arizona,
died at Phoenix, Arizona.
John Palmer—Past Cammander-ii*
Chief, died at Albany, N. Y.
Amos M. Thayer, Judge Advocate
General, died at St. Louis, Mo.
Joseph P. Cleary—Past Department
Commander, Department of New
York, died at Rochester, N. Y.
Stephen M. Long—Past Department
Commander, Department of New Jer
•ey, died at East Orange, N. J.
Was Very Much Alive.
A veteran tells of an experience in
hospital at Nashville after Shiloh. "1
was In the convalescent ward, recov
ering from a Vound, and had become
well acquainted with a jolly fellow
from my own county. One day, while
he was reading the Nashville morning
paper, he cried out hi alarm. When
I went to him he pointed, with wide
eyes, to the list of deaths, and in it
was his own name. He said that
would scare his poor mother to death,
and was in great distress.
"I advised him to write his mothei
at once, which he proceeded to do in
this wise: ‘Dear Mother: I take my
pen in haste to tell you that tho state*
ment published In the Nashville
papers this morning that I am dead is
the most scandalous lie you ever
heard of. Don’t you beneve a word of
It. I am alive and kicking (with one
foot), and am well cared for. A man
who knows me well will swear that I
am not dead, and I can get the af
fidavit of the doctor if you want it
But what’s the use? If any man says
I am dead, bet him a hundred dollars
I am not, and send winnings to me.’
Thirty years after the war I saw
that letter in the hands of the daugh
ter of the man who wrote It. It had
comb down to her as a precious gift
from her grandmother."
Nurse Hays Still Living.
Mrs. Margaret Meseroll Hays, wen!
out as army nurse from Mendota, 111,
and was also assigned to the Adame
Hospital in Memphis, her commission
dating from Feb. 17, 1863, to July 2,
1865. She served two fears in the
Adams Hospital and was then tram*
ferred to the Gayoso Hospital, where
she finished her terms of service.
"I was in Memphis,” said Mrs. Haya
“when Gen. Forrest made his raid on
the city and when the steamer Sultans
was blown up six jniles up the rivei
with 1,900 paroled prisoners on board
who had been brought to Vicksburg
from Andersonville and Macon pris
ons. The poor fellows were so eua*
dated and weak that they were being
sent to their homes up the river. All
on board were lost except four or five
hundred, and they were brought tc i
Memphis and cared for in the differ /
ent hospitals."
Mrs. Hays has been a resident ol
Los Angeles for seventeen sears. She
is a native of Chautauqua county, N
Y.—Los Angeles Times.
The Colonel His Superior.
During the civil war soldiers were
very apt to become intoxicated, as
liquor was sometimes the only drink
they could get. One soldier who was
in the habit of becoming intoxicated
was remonstrated with by the colonel
of his regiment, the conversation
which took place being as follows:
"You are a remarkably clean man,
"Thank you, colonel.”
"But, sir, you have bad habits.”
“I am sorry for that, colonel.”
“You drink, sir."
“I am sorry for that.”
"Oh, I know you are sorry, but why
don’t you drink like me?”
"Colonel, I couldn’t do It; It would
kill me.”—Boston Herald. ^
Found- Comfort In the Bible.
Forty years ago a wounded union
soldier, who was undergoing treatment
in one of the army hospitals, was pre
sented with a copy of the Bible by
a lady visitor. He has remembered
the comfort and cheer which the read
ing gave him, and now he has sent
$300 to the American Bible society to
be used as speedily as possible In die 1
tributing the New Testament among '
wounded soldiers in Japanese hospi.
tals. >