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Th* 0«Mt
0» M iflrooui la the ear'. y • _&
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■utter acd mat at th* sloop Ty
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(Ur the of aa
the s.ghts
*•-* had naea alien Us
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tweoei !ur the
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the fact that ha had heea ncduiiai
that «u act altogether
I fira waa. ta
a mr a yhltaaapher thaagh aam
•avid aat have pwaid this fart from
fete iMKinsor ite vu. la th* first
ptace. a yeotg iwa. aat assr* thaa
taght «r ala* aad treaty. aed kts
tarcag. rathrr tfcia face, luaul hy n
paeare ta the ► > « aa ltd a< v lighted
ap hy eyes that shaae alth aa ua
hrs»d good Ucwr which aay la
ata-M BugU tah* the tors ut U -*..ter
At the present tiaue Cantata C.at
»h<u *** eoahaed ta ue dhactuw.
which earned hta gam- oat ever Labe
Mifklpe. Earth r la the day h had
heea ahie ta Hem the kur outline
at th* Michigan atiderarsa 2a an>*
ta the eastward Kr»^ t ahead.
! «p tagged aad sharp la the
K dd the day ft *ad. were l«u
■atwaaa these, thaa* Mike*
t iVren. Typhoon ta •troag.i
ta the fading pkaw. Ha
th* Idads aad the stoop there
•«r» ae taker otpru for rmytam
fUam'u eyes to not vi<a So far as
he osold ae* there was no ather saM.
pull at trees sad meyug \ ta**.
• Ml heat edged than la
the aad at Banner hdaad his 1
dhw»«nd At hut this am toed aa
Mind Cart to Captata dva.
la th* aaratHy ta his y—Odd he ke
pt <• whltake softly as he heat th*
howl ta his pip* aa Us hoot heel to
••Pf H d aM»*. Then hr are* a
»*de and
to am- that the
e la mi* * r«d th»
the ptaee he ... Frr*i
Tfc* last rtr. af tW res fcatf fattra
Mot dM> MM « Moths m< la
f
«< i a
At this *rr ion then* came a quick
movement la the o»-®m «allot verdure
behind tU Xut*-iesely tbe tangle of
vine* se’-araft a kid a Lead thrust
itself out in time to tee tbe bit of
paper fall snort of tbe * e'.er's edge
Then tbe bead st A back as swiftly
and as silenti? as a serpents. »*er
Uf-i Captain Plus !.«a J tbe giusl
«a* chuckle that followed tbe move
Skill IS so be tuougut it only some
night bird in tbe brush.
“Heigh bo!" be exclaimed, with
serene return of bis old cheer, "it's
about time are were siarting!" He
Jcmptd to his feet r.nd began brush
ing tbe dust off his clothes. When
be bad done he walked out upon tbe
run of trench and stretched himself
t».« m!m m; *• nones CTataeC.
Again the bidden bead shot forth
from Its concealment. A sadden turn
and Captain Kuia would certainly
nave been startled For it w as a weird
object, this spying i«d.
Captain Plum now put <« bis coai.
buttoned it close to conceal tbe weap
ons la tis b- It and walked along the
narrow water run that crept like a
white ribbon between tbe lake and
tbe island wilderness. Xo sooner bad
te d:»s;t.-'d 'tin the bushes and
vine* behind the rock were torn asun
der and a nan wormed bis way
through them For an Instant he
paused, itn. n*.g for reluming foot
'*e:-s. si d then with startling agility
darted to tbe beach and seized tbe
crumpled letter.
Tbe person who lew tbe greater part
of the aft* moon bad been spying upon
t'aptaia Kan from tbe security of
tbe tfci- s-t was to all appearan-e-s a
very small and a very old man. though
there was something about him that
aeeare-d to belie a first gl!*ws at bis
age. His 'at* was emaciated; bis hair
was white and bung In straggling
fimwv on bis shoulders; bis
totdu-d nose bore apparently the
In! a!'-rede stamp of extreme age.
Yet there was a strange and un
canny strength and quickness in
tls movements Tb*-re was no stoop
to his shoulders. His head was set 1
•quareir His eyes were a* keen as
meet It would hare been Impossible
to have udd whether he was fifty or
seventy. Eageriy be smoothed out
the abused missive and evidently suc
ceeded even in the falling light in de
ciphering much of it. for the glimmer
Of S am tie flashed over his thin fea
tures as be thrust the paper Into his
pocket
tv it bout a ntoTueBt's hesitation fie
set oat un the trial of Captain Plum
A gwartor of n Bole down the |atb he
overtook the objec t of hi* pursuit
Ah. bow «o you do. sir*- he greet
ed a* the younger man turned about
heartng hi* approach. “A tniglty
f*«t pare nan aettirg far an old
aaa. «*r*" lie broke into a laugh
that »ii not altog.tfecr unpleasant,
and bold!* held oat a hand UVve !
he.a exporting yon. but—not la this I
way. I hope there's nothing wrong?" j
i vatrj pica bad accepted the i
prcg.r a band. It* coldness and the j
"Aguiar appearance of the old tran j
■'ho bad otisoa Ube an apparition j
•- :i**i b*a In a moment. however. It;
orrw «d to him that he was a victim i
i mistaken Identity. As far aa he
brew tb~re was no one cm Beaver j
*a! *!* *aa c Xpert.ng bias. To
tb* U a of his knowledge he was a 1
»«r.l fig t*. eg there. Ills crew aboard j
be slo p had agreed open that point ]
«tib .xtreae vehemence and to a man .
[ W attempted to dttnad* hint from
J mad tcujai epoa «hieh be was !
branching limaetf among the Mermens J
a their (stand stronghold. All tbis !
. cam* to Un while the tittle old man |
was lucking op Into his lac* chock- J
• -ii-S. and shaking his hard a* If he J
j »< r< oca cf the moat important and
I Am greatty to be desired personages ,
! * the »ortd
Hope there’s nothing wrong. *
Cw®?" he r-rested
*Jugbt ns a trivet here, dad." re
**»< the young mam. dropping the
aaU hand that still persisted in ciing
%
Irg to his own. "But I guess you've
got the wrong party. Who’s expecting
me?"
The old man’s face wrinkled itself
In a grimace and one gleaming eye;
opened and closed In an understanding
wink.
"Ho to. bo!—of coarse you’re not
expected. Anyway, you’re not ex
pected to he expected! Cautious—ai
born general!—mighty clever thing to,
do. Strang should appreciate It" The,
old man gave vent to bis own approba
tion in a series of inimitable chuckles..
"Is that your sloop out there?" he in-;
quired Interestedly.
Something in the strangeness of the
situation began to interest Captain
Plum. He had planned a little adven
ture of his own. but here was one that
promised to develop Into something
more exciting. He nodded his head.
"That's her."
"Splendid cargo." went on the old
man "Splendid cargo, eh T
"Pretty fair."
"Powder in good shape, eh?"
“Dry aa tinder.”
"And balls—lots of balls, and a few
guns, eh?”
“Yes. we Lave a few guns," said
Captain Plum. The old man noted the
emphasis, but the darkness that had
fast fettled about them hid the added
meaning that passed In a curious look
over the other's face.
"Odd way to come In, though—very
odd!" continued the old man, gur
gl eg and shaking as if the thought of
It occasioned him great merriment.
"Very cautious. Level business head.
Want to know that things are on the
square, eh?"
"That's It!" exclaimed Captain PI urn*
catching at the proffered straw. In
wardly he was wondering when his
feet would touch bottom. Thus far
be bad succeeded In getting but a
single grip on the situation. Some
body was expected at Beaver island
vlth loader and balls and guns. Well,
be bad a certain quantity of these ma
unas* aboard his sloop, and if he
could make an agreeable bargain—
The old man Interrupted the plan
shat » a* slowly forming itself in Cap
tain Plum s puzzled brain.
“It's tlie price, eh?" He laughed
shrewdly. "You want to see the color
of the gold before you land the goods.
I'll show it to you. I'll pay you the
whole sum tonight. Then you'll take
the *tuff where 1 tell you to. Eh?
isn’t that so?” He darted ahead of
t'uptain Plum with a quick alert move
m- ;T "Will you please follow me,
sir?"
For an instant Cartaln Plum's Im
pulse v.as to held back. In that in
stant It suddenly occurred to him that
h<- was lending himself to a rank im
position. At the same time he was
filled with a desire to go deeper into
me adventure, and his blood thrilled
with the thought of what it might hold
for him.
"Are you coming, sir?"
The little old man had stopped a
'• r. ; ■ - s away and turned ex
pectantly
"I tell you again that you've got the
wrong man dad!"
"Will you follow me. sir?"
"Well, if you'll have it so—damned
' 1 won't!" cried Captain Plum. He
f* It that he had relieved his con
•:«nce, anyway. If things should de
•. i-lop badly for bim during the next
hours no one could say that he
had lied So he followed light-heart
edly after the old man, his eyes and
ear* alert, an 1 his right hand, by force
of habit, reaching under his coat to
the butt of hi* pistol. His guide said
not another word until they had trav
* 1--J for hall an hour along a tw Uting
path and s!>>od at last on the bald sum
suit of a knoll from which they could
look down upon a number of lights
twinkling dimly a quarter of a mile
away. One of these lights gleamed
above all the others, like a beacon set
among fireflies
"That * St. James." said the old
man H s voice had changed. It
was low and soft, as though he feared
to s|*ak above a whisper.
"St James!'*
The young man at his side gazed
Jowt. silently upon the scattered lights,
his heart throbbing in a sudden tu
mult of excitement. He had set out
that day with the idea of resting his
eye* cm ST James. In Its silent mys
tery the town tow lay at his feet
"And that light—" spoke the old
man. He pointed a trembling arm to
ward the glare that shone more power
fully than the others. "That light
marks the sacred home of the king!*
"You mean—"
'Strang'"
He started rapidly down the knoll
and there floated back to Captain
Plum the soft notes of his meaning
less chuckle. A dozen rods farther on
r*i - mysterious guide turned into a by
path which led them to another knoll,
capped by a good-sized building made
of logs. There sounded the grating
of a key in a lock, the shooting of a
bolt, and a door opened to admit them.
You will pardon me if 1 don t light
up." apologized the old man as he led
the way in. “A candle will be suffi
cient, You know there must be
privacy in these matters—always. Eh?
Isn't that so?"
Captain Plum followed wjtliout" re
ply lie guessed that the, cabin was
made up of one large room, and that
at the present time, at least. It pcs
e- sed no ether occupant than the
singular creature who had guided him
to it.
"It is as well, on this particular
night, that no light is seen at the
window." continued the old man as
he rummaged about a table for a
match and a candle. "1 have a little
corner back here that a candle will
brighten up nicely and no one In the
world will know it. Ho. ho. ho!—how
nice It Is to have a quiet little corner
stinetlmca! Eh. Captain Plum?"
At the sound of his name Captain
Plum started as though an unexpected
band bad suddenly been laid upon him.
So be was expected, after all. and his
fame *«s known! For a moment bis
surprise robbed him of the power of
speech. The little old man bad
' gfated bis candle, and. grinning back
over bis shoulder, passed through a
narrow cut in the wall that could hard
ly be called a door and planted bis
light an a table that stood in the cen
ter of a small room, or closet, not
more than five feet square. Then ho
coolly pulled Captain Plum's old let
ter from his pocket and smoothed it
out In the dim light.
fTO BE COXTXXrKDJ
I New News a I
Governorship Cost Him $8X
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That Was All Joel Parker Spent In
Hia Successful Campaign to Be
Chief Executiva of New
Jersey.
Joel Parker, who died in 1SS8. at
the age of seventy-two. gained na
tional distinction at the time of the
Civil war because, although elected
governor of New Jersey as a Demo
crat, he was nevertheless one of the
most efficient and zealous of all the
war governors of the north. His
unique distinction. In fact, was that
he was the great Democratic war
governor of the Union. He served
from 1562. to 1866 and In 1876 he was
the favorite son of the New Jersey
Democrats for the presidential nom
ination.
Five years before Governor Par
ker s party became very much dis
turbed by the understanding that the
Republicans were going to nominate
for governor a very rich manufactur
er—Cornelius Walsh, by name—who.
j it was understood, had expressed a
willingness to contribute a very large
sum of money in support of his can
J didacy. In their pertubation the
Democratic leaders sought out Gov
! ernor Parker at his home In Free
hold.
"\\ ell," replied the war governor,
after a few moments of thought, “I
have just got Into the full swing of
my law practise again, and for me to
drop it all would mean a considerable
monetary sacrifice. Still, if my party
makes a sincere call for me I will
listen to it, upon this one condition,
that I shall not spend any money,
that my party shall not spend any
money, except for absolutely neces
sary expens&s, in the campaign, and
that you will make the campaign up
on this issue."
The condition was accepted by the
Democratic leaders. Governor Parker
was duly nominated and in the ex
citing campaign that toilowed there
was plenty of evidence that his op
ponent was spending a large amount
of money. Nevertheless, when the
votes were counted, it was found that
the Democratic war governor had
triumphed.
The day following the election—
and here comes in the new news—
Governor Parker, in his capacity as a
lawyer, was obliged to appear before
the supreme court of the state In
Trenton. The first thing he did after
arriving in the capital city was to
hunt up a barber shop, in front of
which, as the successful candidate
was being shaved, a large crowd of
the curious gathered.
In due course the governor, smooth
as to chin, started to pay the barber.
He felt in one pocket—no money. In
dismay he turned to the barber,
when a friend rushed up and offered
his purse, while the crowd outside,
quick to grasp the little comedy,
cheered frantically.
A moment later Governor Parker
had taken his 6tand upon the thresh
old of the shop.
‘ Fellow citizens." he said, “I began
the campaign which ended yesterday
with the understanding that 1 was to
spend no money to secure my election
and that my party was to spend none,
except for printing and other absolute
ly necessary incidentals. When I be
gan my campaign I started out from
my home in Freehold with a ten^lcllar
bill in my pocket. I 6poke in every
county in the state and every day for
the past two weeks. When I arrived
at my home the night before election
I found that I had just two dollars left
of that ten-dollar bill. Eight dollars
was all I had spent to make my cam
paign. As counsel for the railroad
company. I am privileged to rtde upon
a pass, and in that way I traveled
from meeting place to meeting place.
The hotel proprietors throughout the
state insisted upon receiving me as a
guest without pay, r.nd I have also
been entertained at private bouses.
As for the two dollars I had left ove
when 1 got back home, I spent them
for postage stamps in order to send
letters in reply to those which had
accumulated during my absence.
“So, you see, my friends, we have
shown that it is possible tor a guber
natorial candidate to be victorious in
New Jersey without the use of money.
Still, because of this fact, I have just
bad an embarrassing moment. I gave
so little thought to money during the
campaign that it apparently has be
come a habit, for when I left home
to come to Trenton I didn’t think to
supply myself with money, and you
have just seen that I was actually
obliged to ask the barber to bang up
the shave!”
It was a little confession that tick
led the crowd immensely, and as the
famous Democratic war governor
went on his way to the court bouse a
great throng followed him, cheering
him tc the echo when he entered the
building .
(Copyright. 1910. by F.. J. Edwards. Ah
Rights Reserved.)
Hobby Cost Nation a Hero
General Terry, When a Young Court j
Clerk, Was an Enthusiastic
Student of War and Its
Strategy.
In the history of the Civil war Gen.
Alfred H. Terry is known as the hero
ef Fort Fisher, since he was the man
who, in January of 1S65, led the suc
cessful assault upon the last remain
ing important stronghold of the Con
federacy upon the Atlantic seaboard.
Eleven years later, as a brigadier gen
eral in the regular army, he again
came prominently before the country
as the commander of the main column
which drove Sitting Bull and his fol
lowers into Canada after the Custer
massacre on the Little Big*Horn.
One of the leading New Haven,
Conn., men of other days who never
tired of talking of General Terry was
the late Judge E. K. Foster, who was
for many years prosecuting attorney
Stories of Garfield’s Death
Col. Ingersoll's Army Experience Con
vinced Him President’s Wound
Was Mortal—Guiteau Didn't
Say “I’m a Stalwart.”
Not without a little pride I look
back on the fact that the newspaper
reports I sent from Washington from
day to day following the shooting of
President Garfield by Guiteau accu
rately foreshadowed the president's
death. And, curiously enough, one of
the incidents that caused me right
from the start to take a most serious
view of the nature of the president’s
wound occurred not more than an
hour after Garfield had been shot
down in the railroad station.
Garfield had been carried to one of
the executive offices on the. second
floor of the station, and while the phy
sicians worked over him and we who
were representing the press of the
country were gathered on the floor
below. I beheld Col. Robert G. Inger
soll coming down the stairs that led
to the upper tier of offices. I knew
him well, and, hastening up to him.
asked: “Have you seen the presi
dent?”
For a moment he could not control
his emotions sufficiently to speak.
Then he nodded, and in a voice that
I shall never forget, for the awe that
was In it. said:
"The wound Is a mortal one. 1
know it; my army experience taught
me many things about gunshot
wounds. When I went into the room
Garfield recognized me and tried to
speak encouragingly, but his voice
was almost In a whisper. He Is lying
on a sort of improvised couch and I
stood beside him. and then, as I had
beer, told that he had been shot in
the back, it occurred to me that If the
spinal column had been injured 1
could quickly discover it Unobserved
by any one. 1 reached over and very
firmly pinched the flesh just above the
ankle. There was not the slightest
movement of the muscles. Then I
pinched the calf of the leg. and again
there was no response of any sort A
third time I made a similar test, and
I saw that they were absolutely with
out sensation and that he was pow
erless to use them. I said to myself
then, and 1 say it to you now, that
the wound is a mortal one. The bullet
has either torn the spinal cord or has
broken the backbone, and be canno|
recover.”
The post mortem following Gar
field's death justified in some measure
though not completely, the diagnosis
which Colonel Ingersoll had made to
me while the physicians were deciding j
that the president's spinal cord had
not been touched by the bullet.
Some months after Guiteau had been
executed Colonel Ingersoll told me
of another interesting incident con
nected with Garfield’s assassination.
“You will recall, of course." said the
great agnostic, “that following Gui
teau’s arrest the report went all over
the country that the poor fool had ex
claimed. triumphantly, Tm a Stal
wart! I'm a Stalwart!’ when he was
arrested. And you remember, of
course, that that statement led to a
suspicion that some of the members
of the Stalwart wing of the Repub
lican party had entered into a con
spiracy with Guiteau to ’remove’ Gar
field, so that Arthur could succeed
him.
“Now, Guiteau never said such a
thing. I was hurrying to the railroad
station as an officer of the law was
leading Guiteau away to the police
station, and. naturally. 1 stopped an I
instant to get a glimpse of the assas- j
sin.. He was talking to the policeman,
who said nothing, and 1 heard Guiteau
say as plainly as now I hear my own
voice: ‘It's all right. It's all right.’
That was just what he said and noth
ing else, and It was the similarity in >
the’sound of the words of the two j
phrases that led to the report that i
Guiteau had excused and defended his j
act by saying: Tm a Stalwart! I'm !
a Stalwart!’ Yet had I told what 1
knew to be the truth concerning his
exclamation at the time the country
was excited over the false report. I be
lieve I would have been laughed or
lioo'ed down.”
(Copyright. ialO. by E. J Edwards.)
of New Havea county, and who pre
sided over the New Haven mass meet
ing which Lincoln addressed a few
days after he had delivered his Coop
er Union speech.
I knew Air Terry as a hoy here
in New Haven and as a student at
Tale, said the judge to me when I
called upon him in the summer of 1872,
and I was one of the men who helped
to get him appointed clerk of the su
perior court of the state back in 1854,
w hile he was still two or three years
under thirty. You see, he had gradu
ated from the Yale law school some
5 ears before, but, somehow, he didn't
seem to be able to make the law go,
and so we got him the clerkship
"That was the year the Crimean
war broke out, and It hadn't been go
ing on long before those of us who
knew him well discovered that ‘Air
Terry was taking a sudden and in
tense interest in the progress of the
campaign being conducted against
Russia by the allies. Why. he became
so deeply immersed in the subjed
that he actually neglected his duties
as clerk of the court a bit. and not
being content to get the latest news
of the war at the breakfast table, like
the rest of us. he got into the habit
of going to a newspaper office and sit
ting there by the hour in the evenings,
awaiting such news as might come in
about the siege of Sebastopol and
other events. He became esneciallv
excited about the war on the days
that he knew a European mail was
due—we had no cables then—and not
infrequently on mail days he remained
at the newspaper office awaiting war
news until the paper went to press.
"He carried his war enthusiasm still
further. He got together as good a col
lection of maps of the war zone as he
could possibly lay his hands on. As
news from the front drifted across
the Atlantic he traced upon his maps,
so far as he was able, the movements
of the troops.
‘ The Crimean war ended. I daresay
that ‘Air Terry had a better knowl
edge of the strategy employed by both
sides than any other man in the state,
nr in several states, for that matter.
He wrote and talked incessantly about
it. vet for the* diplomacy connected
with the war. or the politics that
caused it, he knew practically nothing
and cared less. And when the brief
campaign of the French against the .
Austrians was en in 1859, he spent a 1 '
his spare time studying the reports '
reaching this country of the battles ol
Solferino and Magenta.
"Two years later. President Lincoln
issued his first call for volunteers, an !
Air Terry, who In the meantime ha l
gained the rank of colonel in the state
militia through devotion to his hobby,
went to Bull Run at the head of the
Seventh Connecticut infantry, and his
was one of the few regiments that re
tired from that field in good order and
helped to check the stampede.
"The rest of his career the world
Snows," concluded Judge Foster. “But
[ sometimes think that, if ‘Air Terry
ind not suddenly been seized with the
doa to study the Crimean war seven
rears before our great war broke, he
irobably would have remained un
inown to fame and would have rusted
?nt behind the desk of the clerk ot
mr superior court.”
(Copyright. 1I>;0. by E. J. Edwards. ►
It the Earth Turned Faster
Many Odd Thing* That 'Would Happen
If Globe Changed Its
Speed.
Conjecture has often been made as
to what would happen If the earth
wore to rotate faster upon its axis
than it does. Of course if it went 18
tines as fast as it does now, bodies at
the equator would weigh nothing—a
person would jump into the air and
fail to come down again. A man might
weigh 200 pounds at the poles and
nothing at the equator, while his
weight would vary for Intermediate
points. If he approached the equator
he would get lighter, and if he receded
from it he would get heavier. A man
could carry a house on his shoulders
very near the equator, while near eith
er pole he could only carry what one
can now. On this account labor would
be very dear near the poles and very
cheap near the equator. It would cer
tainly be latere: ting to know w hich
^ectica cl the earth would bo most
j populous—whether every one would go
north for good wages or go south for
j cheap workmen. The railroad prob
lem would be momentous, unless the
railroads all ran east and west, when
a uniform rate would obtain on any
particular east-and-west line.
Joume: s to the south would be
even more popular than they are now.
for they would make everyone feel
better and in buoyant spirits; more
•-prightly. too. so that people would
walk farther without getting tired, and
could jump over any obstacle that pre
sented itself without coming down
with too hard a thump.
Therg is no planet known that has
such a rapid rotation as is pictured
here, but there are several where man
would weigh a great deal less than on
the earth. On the moon a man would
weigh only SO or $0 pounds and could
jump as many feet without suffering
serious discomfort. But this state of
affairs obtains over the whole planet,
because it is due to absence of gravi
tative force and cot to centrifugal, as
would be the case on the rapidly rotat
ing earth.—Harper’s Weekly.
He Got' His Lunch*.
Salooa men who provide free lunch
es can tell many tales or imposition
by ravenous customers, but the most
masterly achievement in the art of
• working an easy victim has been re
ported by a Columbus avenue pub
! ,icatl who last week received the fol
i lowing note from a steady patron
*1 am laid up with a lame back and
cant get down for my glass of beer
! today. The bearer of this note will
fetch it to me. Along with the beer
please send the amount of lunch I
usually eat when 1 come in to take a
nip. I d get it if I was there, so why
not send it?"
"Nerve don't begin to spell what
ails him." said the salooa man. "but
Just because he did have something
that nerve wouldn't spell he got his
flee lunch."
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Forgive the man who smites you on
one cheek and he will generally
you on the other.
JULIA WARD HUE
Another Grand Old Woman Dies
at Advanced Age.
Ferrous Author, Lecturer and Worker
Along Lines Which Elevate Human
ity— Wrote the "Battle Hymn
of the Republic."
''ostou.—Another of the grand old
women of the world passed away la
the death of Mrs. Julia Ward Howe,
fatuous as an author and lecturer.
Roved under the weight 01 31 years,
the noted philanthropist succur.-S-ed to
an attack of pneumonia. The er. i came
peacefully rt her summer hot- Oak
Gieu. in a suburb of Newport R. I.
Julia Ward Howe, who will s .naps
be remembered best as author -_f the
■Rattle Hymn of the Republic was
.err. in New York city near t Bat
tery on May 12. 1S1? Her Uher.
/ aiuuel Ward, a Rhode Island m. u. was
-.he grandson of Gov. Samuel \\ * rd. of
that State, who was a member of the
first and second constitutional con
gresses. Mrs. Howe's paternal grand
father was & colonel in the revolution
ary war, and her paternal grandmother
was a daughter of Gov. Greene of
Rhode Island. Her mother was Julia
Cutler, the grandniece of Gen. Francis
Marion of South Carolina, a descend
ant of the French Huguenots.
During a visit to Boston she met
Dr. Samuel G. Howe, a teacher of the
• blind and a philanthropic physician.
They were married in 11-43. and Boston
became their home. She ably helped
her husband in his labors for the pub
lic good. They traveled much abroad.
Mrs. Howe bad written altogether
many books, besides poems and essays,
addresses, and the famous "Battle
Hymn of the Republic," by which she
is best knovn, and which she hersoli
loved best of all her literary works
The story of the writing of the hymn
is familiar to nearly everyone. It was
In the first year of the Civil war. Just
outside of Washington, where she hac
gone tc w itness a parade and had beer
induced to speak a few words to the
soldiers returning singing "Johr
Brown’s Body." she was asked by Rev
Dr. James Freeman Clarke, ‘‘my deat
old pastor." to put more suitable worde
to the inspiring tune. At first she re
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Mrs. Julia Ward Howe.
| "used, but in the gray of the following
| htorning The inspiration same to her
‘ and, leaving her bed. she found a bit
| 3i paper and pencil and jetted down
hese words:
Mice eyes have seen the glory of the com
ing cf the Lord:
He is tramping out the vintage where the
grapes of wrath are stored:
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of
His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
f have seen Him in the watch fires of a
hundred circling camps;
They have budded Him an altar in the
evening dews and damps;
t can read His righteous sentence by the
dim and flaring lamps.
His day is marching on.
I have r"ad a fiery gospel, writ in bur
nished rows of steel;
"As you deal with my contemners, so
with you my grace shad deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the
serpent with his heel.
Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that
shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of me before
His judgment seat;
OT be swift, my soul, to answer !i ->! be
Jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the Wiles Ci was
born across the sea.
With a glory in His bosom that tra o.lg
ures you and me;
As he died to make men holy. lot us die
to make men free.
While God is marching on
In the interest of anti-slavery. Mrs.
Howe assisted her husband In tho
editorship of a paper. The Boston Com
monwealth She was a leader in the
woman suffrage movement with Elisa
beth Cady Stanton and Susan B An
thony. became one of the editors of
The Woman’s Journal, the organ of
;fce movement, and as a Vnitarian she
frequently preached from the pulpit
of Rev. Dr Freeman Clarke. Fcr 40
rears she labored conservatively and
ably to bring about the enfranchise
ment of her sex. She was founder of
he New England Women’s club,
which was a pioneer organisation
n the movement for votes for
women.
Hr. Howe died in 1ST8. and In her
widowhood Mrs. Howe turned her Ufa
to literature, following out his Ideals
pud her own. She was the recipient of
i degree from Smith college and has
seen honored on many occasions. Her
last public appearance In New York
was at the Hudson-Fulton celebration.
An Apartment Mausoleum.
Cincinnati.—A company has been
iormed in Cincinnati to erect and rent
n mausoleum. This Is to be a large
building, where bodies may be taken
by survivors who own no burial plot
tnd who have no desire to buy one
There will be compartments la the
Oulldtcg. arranged like shelves In a
ibrary. and on these the bodies are
:o be placed. By an etarorating proc
>ss they will be reduced to dust. R
s the purpose of the undertakers of
his business scheme to rent or sell
om part men ts of all sites, ranging
from the *singl»" to the "large fane.
Jy* site.
