THE BLUE &HOE8. An Incident at a Flag Presentation in the Time of the War. The heroine of this true tale of war days was a little red-haired, chubby girl of seven years, and we will call her Eva, because that was the name of her beat friend, and both of the girls are yet alive. Eva was born in a clearing of the Wisconsin woods and she had never seen any sky that was not held up, all round, by the great arms of tall trees. Even the village, where there was a courthouse, three stores and a .mill, had a rib of trees around it. War had come, and the men of the settlement and the village were mus tering to march away. The county had furnished a whole company, and the women had made a flag for the departing soldiers. Eva had been chosen, being the daughter of the major of the regi ment, to present the colors to the company on the day of its march forth from the village. The speech, written by the combined aid of the major's wife, two school teachers and a minister, was safely stored in the small brain of the heroine of the day. She could say that speech forward or backward, or begin in the middle and go both ways. She was "letter per fect” But something happened on the momentous morning of the going away of the troops and the giving of the flag, writes Ada C. Sweet in Chi cago Journal. Eva’s aunt brought, from the nearest city, a pair of blue shoes for the garnishment of the small maiden. Already a white dress, and a red, white and blue sash had Her Mind Was Blank. aroused the vanity and pride of the little girl, and when the blue shoes came her head was turned entirely. No one in the clearing or the town had ever heard of blue shoes up to this time. It was hard to submit to the hair curling and ttib general primping up that was necessary for an appearance in public, but with fortitude the child stood the supreme test of being “dressed up,” and came out with fly ing colors. It was a stormy day in early May in the first year of the war, and the parting exercises were held in the great hall of the courthouse. Here the rustic company was drown up, undrilled, almost, and as yet ununi formed. ' But a martial fire glowed in every eye, and every man looked at last a foot taller than he actually measured. There was singing and praying and there were speeches by dignitaries, and at last came the presentation of colors. me BiiKen Danner, surely the moat beautiful thing that had ever been seen by this small girl—was unfurled, and its staff was placed in her hand as she stood on a table to be seep by all in the hall. Of all the things there present, though, the small girl had in mind only the lovely blue shoes. It was certain that the position on the table showed them off to the best advan tage, and she wondered what her en vious schoolmates were thinking as they looked upon her (n all her glory. The major, in the flrdt uniform ever seen in the county—it had come with him from Madison the day before— stood behind his daughter with the written speech in his hand ready to prompt in case the child’s memory should fail. None of the women could see, for tears, that day. The speech was to the effect that the wives and mothers of the soldiers had made the flag, and that every stitch stood for a prayer for the safe ty tof the brave boys who were to <&rty*thitt banner through' the storms of war. - It was impressed upon the men that they were expected to bring home the flag with every star, and every stripe unsullied by dishonor and made glori ous by victory. It must be brought back without fail, and in honor, this glorious flag of the nation. The major murmured the opening line in the ear of his daughter. But she was silent, for the first time prob ably in her life when there was a chance for her to speak. Rigidly she stood, and from her face all expres sion had fled. Her mind was as blank as her face, and the major, in pity, v was about to ask his accomplished and gentle wife to present the flag, when, with a supreme effort, the little maid spoke. Soldiers,” she said, in a high, strained voice, “Spfidiers, here is your flag. We have made it for you, and we have prayed and cried while we were making It Take it and be care ful of it. Don’t tear it, don't get it Soiled, and be sure and brine It bank!” Then the small speechmaker oov ftrtd her face, jumped down from the and fle$ oaf of the hall. 7&b audience Trent wild. Salvoes of cheers greeted the flag, but Eva ' knew that ail her school friends, and all at her cousins were laughing over her failure. She was inconsolable, and she refused to be comforted. From her feet she tore the blue shoes, realizing that they had been the cause of her undoing. Nothing could per suade her to wear them again. Only when the time-came for good bys and the marching away of the company, its flag gloriously to the fore, the tears of the giVl were dried. Then, awe at the grief and the stern repression of team which she saw all around her entered her self-absorbed brain, and for the first time the small woman wept for others and felt the woes of humanity pressing upon her. hitherto untouched heart She walked along the road in her white stockings and forgot everything but the marching men, with the fife and drum playing “The Girl I Left Behind Me”—they, and the women and children who walked beside them to the bridge over the river. Then the stay-at-homes stood still. And the hundred men marched away. STILL A MYSTERY. Unexplained Conduct of Hooker and Howard at Chancellorsville. There has been much speculation as to whether those who accused Gen. Hooker of having been intoxicated during the battle of Chancellorsville, were right or wrong. . The weight of the testimony of competent witnesses is strongly against the theory. It is asserted, on the other hand, that he was accustomed to the consumption of a certain quantity of whisky every day, that during the battle of Chan cellorsville he utterly abstained from his usual potions for fear of taking too much inadvertently, and that his brain failed to work because he had not given it the stimulus to which it had been habituated. Whichever theory be the correct one, certain it is, that to all appearances Gen. Hooker's mind seemed, during those days, in a remarkably torpid condition. On no such theories can we explain Gen. Howard’s failure to foresee the com ing of Jackson’s a rtack upon ovjr right flank—for he was a man of the sober est habits. How he, in spite of the reports constantly coming in, in spite of what, without exaggeration, may be called the evidence of his senses, could finally conclude on the second of May that Jackson, instead of in tending to attack, was in full retreat, I have never been able to understand, writes Carl Schur:! in McClure's Mag azine, except upon the theory that his mind simply failed to draw simple conclusions from obvious facts. SCHURZ STORY OF LINCOLN. His Keen Wit Proved Too Much for the Ambitious Count. One of the many foreigners who sought my intercession was a young German count, whose identity was vouched for by a member of the Prus sian legation, writes Carl Schurz, in McClure's Magazine. He had a long row of ancestors, whom he traced back for several hundred years. He was greatly Impressed with the im portance of this fact, and thought it would weigh heavily in securing him a position in our army. If he could only have an “audience" with the president and lay his case before him, he believed, the result could not be doubtful. He pursued me so ardu ously with the request for a personal introduction to Mr. Lincoln that at last I succumbed and promised to in troduce him if the president permit ted. The president did permit. The count spoke English moderately well, and in his ingenuous way he at once explained to Mr. Lincoln how high the nobility of his family was, and that they had been counts so-and-so many centuries. “Well,” said Mr. Lin coln, interrupting him, “that need not trouble you. That will not be in your way, if you behave yourself as a sol dier.” The poor count looked puz zled, and when the audience was over he asked me what in the world the president could have meant by so strange a remark. Beyond me U-Tjmi ot nvince. The wealth is one of the most com parative of terms was aptly illustrat ed by an old colored “mammy” In Charlston, S. C. She had been doing the laundry work of a certain family for quite awhile, but, deciding to leave the neighborhood, she had come to tell them that she would no longer be able to perform these duties. The lady of the house, wishing to secure another good washerwoman, inquired of the old woman as to the reliability of another negress who she happened to know lived next door to the first. “Laws, missus,” replied the old darkey, “dat woman doan’ do no washin’; sh’s rich, she is. She’s got a doorbell to her house.”. In the rear of the PhiladelphbJa li brary is a beautifully planted plot of ground, which is overlooked by a porch at the rear of the building, to Which access is through the French windows of the- library building. In the wall by the side of this porch is the inscribed cornerstone, which bears tribute to the young artisans who founded the library at the suggestion of Benjamin Franklin. Nearby is the broken stone that once formed the in scribed part of the pedestal of FmMr lin’s statue. Few visitors to the li brary appear to be aware of the ex istence erf this spot or of its interest ing features. Italy Ahead of England. “What strikes me as peculiar,” said the globe trotter, “is the fact that in nearly all the small Italian towns you see no many sewing machines, up-to date American ones, too. You see them in every little hovel in Naples, on the road to Pompeii and else where; but in London they are us ing either the little foolish machines you turn with one hand and try to guide with the other, or stitching by hand." i Don’t Soak Egg Boater. A dover egg beater never should be left in the water u soak, as the. oil ’ gem and Relics of Franklin. PdDir ttttne M©ninie Custom of House Warming a?) some accident and is an exireriment to ascertain what is beneath the surface of the earth at this point