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“ Hi* rest shall be glorious."—Isaiah xi, 10.
I wonder if. where the soldiers rest,
In the last long' sleep of all.
At the inn which only holds one guest —
In that narrow, silent hall —
I wonder if they can hear today
All the children as they come,
And the ringing notes that bugles play
And the rolling of the drum.
I wonder it where they fare afar.
They can see the flag that flies
With the glory-gleam of the stripe and star
As it flutters in the shies;
If they may not looh bach to us today
While the trumpet calls resound.
And the lily white and the rose we lay
On the myrtle covered mound.
I wonder, too. if they hear us tell
In the tones of love and pride.
How they lived for us; how they fought and fell;
How they marched away and died -,
If they do not gaze with their happy eyes,
And their rest is not more sweet
When the mellow songs of the bugle rise
And the drums serenely beat.
God rest them well! for a country’s trust
And a country’s hope and fame
Are shrined for aye in their hallowed dust
And surround each soldier’s name!
God rest them well! If today they come
And can see the hearts of us
Beat glad in tune with the throbbing drum.
Then their rest is glorious.
(Caprrict*. ign bw W c Ch.PT.n)
i
SOLDIER GOT
HIS SHIRT
I
H
T ns just after tbt battle
ef Sbtlob that W-Uiata C
»** to b<r aad has Ured
ever state la ha unwary
as -'bis silent partner."
•n tbe iadtaaapolis Star
as Mr Pbipps
Is probably
•as bale aad btarty
•t kno» bin aat
of tbe community
m bet every per
ti* Is bis friead
K happened like Ibis:
iy of t hem at
an they bad ia ibe
extra eke be* aad
A coed a*ey were
a Moody,
aad I wasted another—
bad. too. I went oat to
It I hadn't left nay very
•he* I saw a fellow efaop
a lot—rente* firewood, eri
1 started tow ard fain aad be
•• I *ot closer and
filially stopped near him and watched
him. Chop-chop—he kept right on— !
didn't seem to see me.
"Then 1 said to him: 'Partner. ]
!.*c*k here: see my shirt. I'm lookin'
for another one. You don t know
•here I could g-*t one. do youT
He had stopped as I started to
speak and when I finished he raised
r
*1 way and sane it into the
He let ft stick there, ripped off
coat, threw It down and peeled «
off his shirt He tossed ft to me and ■
pnt his coal back on. grabbed his ax ]
and went on csopping He never j
opened his mouth—never so much as (
i grunted
"Did I take that shirt? Well, I
guess I did. That fellow was my si
lent partner, and he is yet. No, 1
never met him again. 1 looked back
as I started for camp and he didn't
seem to hear me when I thanked him.
Just kept chopping on that log—chop,
chop."
Mr. Phipps has a peculiar distinc
tion. He has a grave on the Shiloh
battle field which for a time was
marked with a rough slab bearing his
name and the number of his regi
ment. Comrades picked up the mu
tilated form of a man they believed
to be him and buried it after the bat
tle, to the surprise of the soldier who
passed and saw the slab thrust into
the mound. It wa> near the spot
w here he had been "wounded and. too
weak to correct the mistake, Mr.
Phipps says, he looked at it silently
a few moments and passed on.
Short, But Impressive.
Here is the tersest Memorial day
sermon that was ever preached. A
Kansas old soldier was asked the
other day for an early day Kansas
Memorial reminiscence. Tell me some
thing that has heart and color in it,
he was asked.
"Oh. I don’t remember any," he an
swered. "I might if I thought it over.
Just the other day I was going over
the roster of my post. Tuere are still
twenty-five members. Thirty-seven
members are out in the graveyard."
HIS WARDROBE WAS LIMITED
A tmmr todfeit at tkr war im told
W a ntnu Brtu «t HaatlapM.
■St nfud re Csapur D. Om Hub
tr«4 aM Tweaty^ourt fa Ohio Hit
j the company was an Irishman from
Canada known as 'Canada Smith."
who settled down one day to wash his
' clothes. He had them all in the boiler
and nas wrapped only in his poncho
when "Ion* roll’ sounded. He grabbed
his gun and soon was in line. When
i the tolooel discovered the whole com
pany roaring with laughter he de
manded an explanation of "Canada
Smith"
“Holy smoke, colonel.’ burst out
the Irate Irishmen, "how in h—11 do
yoose and the givernment expict a
man to do cavalry duty on foot for six
months all over east Tinnissee and
carry a Sarytogy thrunk wid a dozen
changes of suits wid him? Tell me
that, now.”
The colonel saw the humor of the
situation and ordered Smith to go fin
ish his washing.
Keeping Clear of Qsnger.
“If you wants to keep job con
science pnAckly easy.” said Uncle
Eben. “It’s a good Idea never to trade
horses nor borrey an' umbrella."
THE CffiOJUR 5XURCVSE
"Kmary ❖
ROBERTS
<• RINEHART
II'ItiTRAncrte BY
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SYNOPSIS.
Miss Inn s, spinster an<! guardian of
G»-rtru«le arid Halsey, established summer
lieadquart* rs at Sunnyside. Anrdst nu
merous UifRruIties tin* servants ikserlcd
A< Miss fruits looked up for the night,
she was startl«d by a dark figure on the
veranda. She passed a terrible night,
which was tilled with unseemly noises.
CHAPTER 11.—Continued.
‘"There’s Koine to he a dedth!" she
wailed. "Oh, Jliss Rachel, there's go
ing to be a death!”
"There will be,” I said grimly, "if
you don t keep quiet, Liddy Allen."
And so we sat there until morning,
wondering if the candle would last
until dawn, and arranging what trains j
we could take back to town. If we had .
only stuck to that decision and gone |
back before it was too late!
The sun came tinally, and from my ;
window | watched the trees along the
drive take shadowy form, gradually
lose their ghostlike appearance, be
come gray and then green. The
Greenwood club showed itself a dab
of white against the hill across the
valley, and an early robin or two
hopped around in the dew. Not un
til the milk-boy and the sun came,
about the same time, did I dare to
open the door into the hall and look
around. Everything was as we had
left it. Trunks were heaped here and
there, ready for the trunk-room, and
-through an end window of stained
glass came a streak of red and yel
low daylight that was eminently
cheerful. The milk-bov was pound
ing somewhere below, and the day
had begun.
Thomas Johnson came ambling up
the drive about half-past sis, and we
could hear him clattering around on
the lower floor, opening shutters. 1
had to take Liddy to her room up
stairs. however—she was quite sure
she would find something uncanny. In
fact, when she did not, having now j
the courage of daylight, she was actu- ;
ally disapi>ointed.
Well, we did not go hack to town
that day.
l warneu t.iddy not to mention what
had happened to anybody, aud tele
phoned to town for servants. Then,
after a breakfast which did more
credit to Thomas' heart than his head.
I went on a short tour of investiga
tion. The sounds had come from the
east wing, and not without some
qualms I began there. At first I found
nothing. Since then 1 have developed
my powers of observation, but at that
time I was a novice. The small card
room seemed undisturbed. I looked for
footprints, which is. 1 believe, the con
ventional thing to do. although my
experience has been that as clews
both footprints and thumb-marks are
more useful in fiction than in fact.
Hut the stairs in that wing offered
something.
At the top of the flight had been
placed a tall wicker hamper, packed
with linen that had come front town,
it stood at the edge of the top step,
almost barring passage, and on the I
step below it was a long, fresh j
scratch. For three steps the -scratch :
was repeated, gradually diminishing,
as if some object had fallen, striking ;
each one. Then for four steps nothing J
On the fifth step below was a round
dent in the hard wood. That was all.
and it seemed little enough, except
that 1 was positive the marks had not
been there the day before.
It bore out my theory of the sound,
which had been for all the world like
the bumping of a metallic object dow n
a flight of steps. The four steps had
been skipped. I reasoned that an iron
bar. for instance, would do something
of the sort—strike two or three steps,
end down, then turn over, jumping a
few stairs, and landing with a thud.
Iron bars, however, do not fall
down-stairs in the middle of the night
alone. Coupled with the figure on the
veranda the agency by which it
climbed might be assumed. Hut—and
here was the thing that puxzled me
most—the doors were all fastened
that morning, the windows unmolest
ed. and the particular door from the
card room to the veranda had a com
bination lock of w hich 1 held the key,
and which had not been tampered
with.
1 IIJ.CU on an attempt at burglary,
as the most natural explanation—an |
attempt frustrated by the falling of
the object, whatever it was, that had
roused me. Two things I could not I
understand: how the intruder had es
caped with everything locked, and
why he had left the small silver,
which, in the absence of a butler, had
remained downstairs over night.
In the afternoon a hack came up
from Casanova, with a fresh relay of
servants. The driver took them with
a flourish to the servants' entrance,
and drove around to the front of the
house, where 1 was awaiting him.
"Two dollars," he said in reply to
my question. “I don't charge full
rates, because, bringin' 'em up all
summer as I do. it pays to make a
special price. When they got off the
train I sex, set I: 'There's another
bunch for Sunnyside, cook, parlor
maid and all." Yes'm—six summers, i
and a new lot never less than once a
month. They won't stand for the
country and the lonesomeness, I
reckon.”
But with the presence of the
"bunch" of servants my courage- re
vived. and late in the afternoon came
a message from Gertrude that she and
Halsey would arrive that night at
about 11 o'clock, coming in the car
from Richfield. Things were looking
up; and when Beulah, my cat. a most
Intelligent animal, found some early
catnip on a bank near the house and
rolled in It in a feline ecstasy. I de
cided that getting back to nature was
the thing to do.
While I was dressing for dinner.
Liddy rapped at the door. She was
hardly herself yet, but privately I
think she was worrying about the bro
ken mirror and its augury, more than
anything else. Whoa she came in she
I Was Roused by a Revolver Shot.'
was holding something in her hand,
and she laid it on the dressing table
carefully,
"I found it in the linen hamper.”
she said. "It must be Mr. Halsey's,
but it seems queer how it got there."
It was the half of a link cuff but
ton of unique design, and 1 looked at
it carefully.
"Where was it? In the bottom of
the hamper?" I asked.
"On the very top." she replied. “It's
a mercy it didn't fall out on the way."
When Liddy had gone I examined
the fragment attentively. I had never
seen it before, and I was certain it
was not Halsey's. It was of Italian
workmanship, and consisted of a
mother-of-pearl foundation, encrusted
with tiny seed-pearls, strung on
horsehair to hold them. In the cen
ter was a small ruby. The trinket
was odd enough, but not intrinsically
of great value. Its interest for me
lay in this: Liddy had found it lying
in the top of the hamper which had
blocked the east-wing stairs.
That afternoon the Armstrongs'
housekeeper, a youngish good-looking
woman, applied for Mrs. Ralston's
place, and I was glad enough to take
her. She looked as though she might
be equal to a dozen of Liddy, with her
snapping black eyes and heavy jaw.
Her name was Anne Watson, and I
dint'd that evening for the first time
in three days.
CHAPTER III
Mr. John Bailey Appears.
I had dinner served in the break
fast room. Somehow the huge dining
room depressed me. and Thomas,
cheerful enough all day, allowed his
spirits to go down with the sun. He 1
had a habit of watching the corners
of the room, left shadowy by the can
dles on the table, and altogether It
was not a festive meal.
Dinner over I went into the living
room. I had three hours before the
children could possibly arrive, and I
got out my knitting.
The chug of the automobile as It
climbed the hill was the most wel
come sound I had heard for a long
time, and with Gertrude and Halsey
actually before me, my troubles
seemed over lor good. Gertrude stood
smiling in the hall, with her hat quite
over one ear. and her hair in every
direction under her pink 'veil. Ger
trude is a very pretty girl, no matter
how her hat is. and I was not sur
prised when Halsey presented a good
looking young man, who bowed at
me and looked at Trade—that is the
ridiculous nickname Gertrude brought
from school.
"I have brought a guest. Aunt Ray,"
Halsey said. "I want you to adopt
him into your affections and your Sat
urday-to-Monday list, la't me present
John Dailey, only you must call him
Jack. In 12 hours he'll be calling you
"Aunt"; I know him."
\\ e snook nanus. ana i K«u a chance
to look at Mr. Bailey; he was a tall
fellow-, perhaps 30. ami he wore a
small mustache. 1 remember wonder
ing why; he seemed to have a good
mouth and when he smiled his teeth
were above the average. One never
knows why certain men cling to a
messy upper lip that must get into
things, any more than one under
stands some women building up their
hair on wire atrocities. Otherwise,
he was very good to look at. stalwart
and tanned, with the direct gate that
I like. I am particular about Mr. Bai
ley. because he was a prominent fig
ure in what happened later.
Gertrude was tired with the trip
and went up to bed very soon. I
made up my mind to tell them noth
ing until the next day, and then to
make as light of our excitement as
possible. After all. what had I to tell?
An inquisitive face peering in at a
window; a crash in the night; a
scratch or two on the stairs, and half
a cuff-button! As for Thomas and Ms
forebodings, it was always my belief
that a negro is one part thief, one
part pigment, and the rest supersti
tion.
It was Saturday night. The two
men went to the billiard room, and I
could hear them talking as I went up
stairs. It seemed that Halsey had
stopped at the Greenwood club for
gasolene and found Jack Bailey there.
with the Sunday golf crowd Mr. Bai-1
ley had not been hard to persuade—
probably Gertrude knew why—and
they had carried him off triumphant-!
ly. I roused IJddy to get them some-!
thing to eat—Thomas was beyond
reach in the lodge—and paid no at
tention to her evident terror of the
kitchen regions. Then I went to bed.
The men were still in the billiard
room when 1 finally dozed off. and the
last thing I remember was the howl
of a dog in front of the house. It
wailed a crescendo of woe that failed
off hopefully, only to break out afresh
from a new point of the compass.
At three o'clock in the morning I
was roused by a revolver shot. The
sound seemed to come from just out
side my door. For a moment l could ;
not move. Then—I heard Gertrude j
stirring in her room, and the nest
moment she had thrown open the con
necting door.
"O. Aunt Ray: Aunt RayV* she
cried hysterically. Some one has
been killed’”
"Thieves." I said shortly. “Thank
goodness, there are some men in the
house to-night." 1 was getting into
my slippers and a bath-robe, and Ger
trude with shaking hands was lighting
a lamp. Then we opened the door
into the hall, where, crowded on the
upper landing of the stairs, the maids,
white-faced and trembling, were peer
ing down, headed by l,iddy. I was
greeted by a series of low screams
and questions, and I tried to quiet
them. Gertrude had dropped on a
chair and sat there limp and shiv
ering.
I went at once across the hall to
Halsey's room and knocked; then 1
pushed the door open It was empty;
the bed had not been occupied!
"He must be in Mr. Bailey's room."
I said excitedly, and followed by Kid
dy. we went there. Kike Halsey's, it
had not been occupied! Gertrude was
on her feet now. but she leaned |
against the door for support.
“They have been killed!" she
gasped. Then she caught me by the
arm and dragged me toward the
stairs. 'They may only he hurt, and
we must find them." she said, her
eyes dilated with excitement.
I don't remember how we got down
the stairs; I do remember expecting
every moment to be killed The cook
was at the telephone upstairs, calling
the Greenwood club, and Kiddy was
behind roe. afraid to come and not
daring to stay behind. We found the
living room and the drawing room un
disturbed Somehow I felt that what
ever we found would be in the card
room or on the staircase, and nothing
but the fear that Halsey was in dan
ger drove me on; with every step my
knees seemed to gtve way under me j
Gertrude was ahead and in the card- .
room she stopped, holding her can J
die high Th»>n she pointed silently to
the doorway Into the hall beyond
Huddled there on the floor, face dcwn.
with his arms extended, was a man.
Gertrude ran forward with a s»sp
tng sob. "Jack," she cried. "Oh. Jack!
Kiddy had run. screaming, and the
Fair Exchange No Robbery
__ ---
Rumania Gets Our Street Com and i
Gives to Us Her Little
Melons.
America's sweet corn as been trad- j
ed for Rumania's littie watermelon*
Horace G. Knowles, ex-American min
ister to Rumania, who Is soon to start
tor his new post as minister to Nica
ragua. consummated the transaction
in the Interest of good living.
When Mr. Knowles found the mel
on. about the site of a grapefruit,
growing in the Carpathian foothills,
be realised that it would he Just the
thing to serve Individually In America.
He obtained a quantity of the seed
and transmitted it to the department
of aitrieulture. The little melons ham
been cultivated with success at the
government experiment stations ia
those regions where huge American
melons are grown.
Having gained this desirable deli
cacy from Rumania. Mr Knowles was
anxious to repay the gift. He noticed
that the people were utter strangers
to sweet corn. Accordingly he ob
tained seed for this product from the
department of agriculture, hired sev
eral plots of ground himself, and in
structed the Rumanians In tin culture.
—Philadelphia Inquirer.
two of us were there alone. It was
Gertrude who turned him over, final
ly, until we could see his white face,
and then she drew a deep breath and
dropped limply to her knees. It was
the body of a man. a gentleman, in a
dinner coat and white waistcoat,
stained now with blood—the body of
a man l had never seen before.
CHAPTER IV.
Where Is Halsey?
Gertrude gaied at rhe face in a kind
of fascination. Then she put out her
hands blindly, and 1 thought she was
going to faint.
"He has killed him!" she muttered
almost inarticulately; and at that, be
cause my nerves were going. I gave
her a good shake.
"What do you mean?" 1 sa>d fran
tically. There was a depth of grief
and conviction in her tone that was
worse than anything she could have
said. The shake braced her. any
how. and she seemed to pull herself
together. Rut not another word would
she say; she stood gating down at
that gruesome figure on the floor,
while IJddy. ashamed of her flight
and afraid to come back, drove before
her three terrified women servants
into the drawing room, which was as
near as any of them would venture.
Once in the drawing room, Gertrude
collapsed and went from one fainting
spell into another. I had all I could
do to keep Kiddy from drowning her
with cold water, and the maids hud
dled in a corner, as much use as so
many sheep. In a short time, although
it seemed hours, a car catue rushing
up. and Anne Watson, who had waited
to dress, opened the door. Three men
from the Greenwood club, in all kinds
of costumes, hurried in. 1 recoguited
a Mr. Jarvis, but the others were
strangers.
\\hats wrong? the Jarvis maa
asked—and we made a strange pic
ture. no doubt. ''Nobody hurt, is
there?" He was looking at Gertrude.
"Worse than that. Mr. Jarvis." I
said. "1 think it ts murder."
At the word there was a commotion.
The cook began to cry. and Mrs. Wat
son knocked over a chair. The men
acre visibly impressed.
"Not any member of the family?”
Mr. Jarvis asked, when he had got
his breath.
"No." 1 said: and motioning Uddy
to look after Gertrude. 1 led the way
with a lamp to the card room door.
One of the men gave an exclamation,
and they all hurried across the room.
Mr. Jarvis took the lamp from me—l
remember that—and then feeling my
self getting dixxy and light headed t
closed my eyes. When l opened them
their brief examination was over, and
Mr. Jarvis was trying to put me in a
chair.
"You must get upstairs." he said
firmly, "you and Miss Gertrude, too.
This has been a terrible shock. In
his own home, too."
I stared at him without comprehen
sion. "Who is it?" I asked with dif
ficulty. There seemed a band draw a
tight around my throat.
"It is Arnold Armstrong." he said,
looking at me oddly, "and he has been
murdered—in his father's house "
After a minute 1 gathered nvyseir
together ami Mr. Jarvis helped me
into the living room, l.iddy had got
Gertrude upstairs, and the two
strange men from the club stayed
with the body. The reaction from the
shock and strain was tremendous; I
was collapsed—and then Mr Jarvis
asked me a question that brought
back my wandering faculties.
"Where is Halsey?" he asked
"Halsey!“ Suddenly Gertrude's
stricken face rose before me—the
empty room upstairs. Where was
Halsey?
"He was here, wasn't he?" Mr Jar'
vis persisted. "He stopped at the club
on his way over."
"I—don't know where he is," l said
feebly.
One of the men from the eluh came
in. asked for the telephone, and l
could hear him excitedly talking, say
ing something about coroners and de
tectives. Mr. Jarvis leaned over to
me.
Why don't you trust me. Miss la
nes?" he said. "If I can do anything
l will. Hut tell me the whole thing *
l did. finally, from the beginning,
and when 1 told of Jack Hailey's be
ing in the house that night he gave a
long w histle.
"I wish they were both here." ho
said when 1 finished. Whatever mad
prank took them awi»y. it would look
Setter if they were h*re. Especially
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