for the last time.
For the last time r/u stand together her#
And look ocrnna to where the lines of light
Along thu harbor to the cily’a height
Flash out whh radiance dear.
1 cannot help hut think how many a night
Your eycH have watched those red lights
drawing near.
When they were all by which you had to
* ateer.
Vet ever sped the littlo craft aright.
Swift as a bird it flew from pier to pier.
And still J know’twill wing its watery flight.
And Btill will happy hearts and faces bright
Crowd all its length, as in the bygone year.
Only one face will vanish from our sight.
Only the presence (hat made all so dear.
Forever from our lives will disappear;
1 only know that here you stand tonight
Tor the last time!
And all the world grows drear.
A sudden, blinding inist shuts from my sight
The distant splendor, blazing red and white.
I will not lift my eyes to yours for fear
That you, too late, should read my soul aright.
1 rnay not touch your hand in parting here,
Y< t can no darker cloud o’er life appear
Than when I answ er to your calm “Good night”
F or the last time!
—Ida I. Gould in New York Sun.
REVENGED.
It was about half an hour after sunset,
but an orange light still burned above
the lonely southern valley. The trem
bling evening star was hanging over the
green silences of the fragrant Tennessee
woods. Vapor wreathed phantoms from
the river course and from the dense
thickets that skirted the camp ground
came ever, and anon the mournful sound
of whippoorwills, sounding faint and
low, like the remembered echoes of a
dream. Yet Wallace Keene would have
given well nigh all he was worth to ex
change its luxuriant verdure, one mo
ment only, for the pine clad heights and
salt winds of Maine, with russet winged
robins chirping their familiar madrigals
in the apple orchards below.
“Two years ago I left home,” mur
mured Wallace Keene as he gazed
thoughtfully out where the purple sky
seemed to touch the waving woods. "Two
years since young Harney told me he
never would give Marion to ‘a common
mechanic,’ yet the wound rankles sharply
still.”
“Captain”
“Is that you, Spicer? What now?”
Captain Keene turned his face toward
the opening of the tent, where Private
Spicer’s head was just visible.
“Why, sir, our fellows have just
brought in that lot o’ men that was hurt
in that scrimmage across the river tills
morning, and some on ’em is wounded
bad.”
“I will be there directly, Spicer."
There was a little crowd of men gath
ered on the river shore in the warm
glow of the spring, but they silently
parted right and left for Captain
Keene’s tall figure ro pass through their
midst.
Six or seven dusty, bleeding men were
sitting and lying around in various pos
tures, their ghastly brows made still
paler by the faint, uncertain glimmer of
the young moon. Keene glanced quick
ly around, taking in the whole scene in
that one brief survey.
He stopped short as his eye fell on a
new face, half shadowed by the green
sweep of drooping alders—a pale, blood
streaked face with a gaping cut on the
forehead.
‘•This is not one of our men! he ex
claimed sharply. “How came he here?”
“No, sir,” explained Spicer, stepping
forward. “I think he belonged to the
Eighth. I’m sure I don’t know how he
ever got mixed up with our fellows, but
there he was, and 1 thought we’d better
not wait for their ambulance, but bring
him straight here.”
“Right,” briefly pronounced Keene,
stooping over the insensible figure. “Let
them carry him to my tent, Spicer.”
“I beg your pardon, captain—to your
tent?”
“Didn’t yon hear what I said?” sharply
interrogated the superior officer. “Bruce,
make the others comfortable in Lieuten
ant Ordway’s quarters. There will be
plenty of room for them there.”
“Well, I’m beat!” ejaculated Spicer
five or ten minutes afterward as he
came out of the captain’s tent scratching
his shock of coarse red curls.
Meanwhile the dim light of a lamp
swinging from the center of the little
tent shone full on the singular group
within its circling folds—the wounded
private lying like a corpse, still and pale,
on the narrow iron bedstead, the young
officer leaning over him and supporting
his head—and the brisk, gray eyed little
surgeon keenly surveying both as he un
folded his case of phials and powders.
“He is not dead, doctor?”
“No; but he would have been in an
other half hour. Your prompt reme
dies have saved his life, Captain Keene.”
“Thank God! oh, thank God!”
The surgeon looked at Keene in amaze
ment.
“He doesn’t belong to your regiment.
Why are you so interested in the case?"
“Because, doctor,” said Ke^ne, with a
strange, bright smile, “when I saw him
lying under the alders, dead, as I thought,
I rejoiced in my secret heart. At first—
only at first. The next moment I re
membered that I was a man and a Chris
tian. For years I have carried the spirit
of Cain in my breast toward that man;
now it is washed out in his blood.”
It was high noon of the next day before
the wounded man started from a fevered
doze into the faint dawn of consciousness.
“Where am I?” he faltered, looking
wildly around him, with an ineffectual
effort to raise his dizzy head from the
pillow.
“Now, be easy,” said Private Spicer,
who was cleaning his gun by the bedside.
“You’re all right, my boy. Where are
you? Why in the captain’s tent, to be
sure, and that’s pretty good quarters for
the rank and file, I should think.”
“The captain’s tent? How came I here?"
“That’s just what I can’t tell you—
you’ll have to ask himself, I guess. Yon
ain’t any relation to Captain Keene, be
-
/VOt
“Keene—Keene!” repeated the man.
“Because,” pursued Spicer, “If you’d
been his own brother born, he couldn’t
have taken bet'-.r ;aie of you. His cous
in, maybe?"
“No! God forgive me, no!" faltered
the wounded man with a low. bitter
groan.
“Here he is now,” said Spicer, the fa
miliar accents of his voice falling to a
more respectfully modulated tone as he
rose and saluted his officer. “He’s all
right, captain—as clear iieaded as a bell!”
“Very well, Spicer; you can go.”
The private obeyed with alacrity.
When they were alone together in the
tent, Wallace Keene came to the low bed
side.
I “So you're alJ right. Mr. Harney?” he
1 asked kindly.
“Captain Keene,” murmured Harney, !
shrinking from the soothing tone as if it
had been a dagger’s point, “I have no
right to expect this treatment at your
hands."
“Oh, never miml,” said the young man j
lightly. "What can I do to make yoj '
more comfortable?”
Harney was silent, but his eyes were
full of the tears he fain would drive back t
—tears of remorseful shame—and he
turned his flushed face away lest the
man he had once so grossly insulted
should see them fall.
The next day he again alluded to the j
home subject.
“Captain Keeno, you asked me yester
day what you could do for me?"
“Yes.”
“I want you to obtain leave for May
to come and nurse me when 1 am trans
ferred to hospital.”
Captain Keene turned toward the sick
man a face white and hard as marble
and said in a strangely altered voice:
“Do you mean your sister?”
“My sister—yes.”
“Of course, if you wish it, I can ob
tain permission. Harney. But”
“Well?”
Keene’s cheek colored, and he bit his lip.
“I should not suppose she would be
willing to leave her husband for the very
uncertain comforts of hospital life.”
Harney smiled, looking into his com
panion's face with keen, searching eyes.
“May is not married, Captam Keene.
She has no such appendage as a hus
band!”
“Not married!”
“I know what you thought. She was
engaged and almost married. We had
nearly induced her to become Lisle Spen
cer’s wife, but she refused on the very
eve of the wedding day.”
Keene had risen and wa s pacing up and
down the narrow limits of the tent with
feverish haste.
“Because,” went on Harney, “she loved
a certain young volunteer who left S
about two years ago too well ever to be
come any other man’s wife.”
“Harney- vou do not mean to say”
“I do, though, old fellow, and, what is
more, I mean to say that since I’ve been
lying in this tent my eyes have been pret
ty thoroughly opened to my own absurd
folly and impertinence.”
Captain Keene wrung liis companion’s
hand and hurried away, to mistake the
bootjack for the inkstand and to commit
several other no less inexcusable absurdi
ties.
“1 see you’ll get nothing written to
day,” sighed Harney as he lay watching
Wallace Keene tear up sheet after sheet
of condemned note paper.
“I shall, though,” smiled Wallace.
“Only I can’t tell exactly which end of
my letter to begin at.”
Captain Keene did write—and if he in
serted a little foreign matter into the
epistle it didn't matter, for Harney, con
siderate fellow, never asked to see it.
Marion camq, and when her brother
was promoted into the convalescent
ward, and she went home again, it was
only to lose herself in bowers of orange
blossoms, forests of white satin ribbon
and acres of pearly, shimmering silk,
shot with frosty gleams of silvery bro
cade, for the course of true love, after
all its turn and intricacies, had at length
found its way into the sunshine and was
running smoothly over sands of gold.—
A. R. in New York News.
Simultaneous Games of Chess.
The perfection to which chess may be
carried almost implies its imperfection as
an amusement. Chess giants like Mr.
Blackburn and the late Henry Zukertort
act as warnings rather than ideals to or
dinary people in search of amusement.
The latter gentleman once undertook to
carry on 18 games simultaneously with
out looking at the boards. The perform
ance did not end very satisfactorily, for
after more than two days’ play the men
tal acrobat surrendered the contest. But
the fact of having carried it so far im
plied a bewildering feat of cerebration,
for if the first four moves on either side
in a single game admit of 72,000 varia
tions the first four in 18 games make the
appalling total of 1.296,000 possible com
binations.
Mr. Blackburn is unrivaled as a blind
fold player, and he has actually succeed
ed in winning the majority of 12 simul
taneous games without the assistance of
sight. The possible variations in the first
four moves of these number 864,000.
Performances such as these leave on the
mind the oppressive and somewhat hu
miliating impression of infinity. It is too
much of a good thing. One can scarcely
imagine how a brain called on to steer
through such vast and barren complexi
ties can have any faculties in reserve for
useful ratiocination.—Blackwood’s Mag
azine.
Wall Street Full of Schemes.
A feature of market reporting should
be the daily statement of the number of
men in the street with schemes. They
are numerous now and are steadily on
the increase, as the railroad brokers and
money getters will testify. One of the
former was heard to remark the other
day, “If you were to stand at the comer
of Wall and Broad streets and break
with a club the head of every man that
came along, the air would be so full of
schemes that the sun would be dark
ened.”—New York Tribune.
The Wrong Flower.
Little Miss Goldenhair (proudly)—We
is descended from zee Mayflower.
Little Miss Freckles (regarding her in
tently)—Is you sure it wasn’t a chrysan
themum?—Good News.
, Now York Society In Wartime.
Out of tho great excitement of the war
grew a fantastic gayety, a wild sort of
Carmagnole frenzy. Society did strange
things. W omen would dance the german
at a fashionable New York party with
their hair hanging in long streamers down
their backs, while the young men would
seize those beautiful tresses for reins
and drive the fair women with imitation
whips. Everybody was half mad. And
after the war was over these women, to
whom philanthropy had become a busi
ness, found it hard to return to the com
mon everyday work of life. So Mrs. S.
M. K. Barlow, one of the best and no
blest of human beings, suggested that
we should help the south. We went to
work again at tho dramatic committee
and invoked Mr. Wallack. Mr. Jerome
lent us the theater, and we really <lid
some very good works, producing plays
which were not stumbled through, but
had some resemblance to the real thing.
The money wo made we sent to the cler
gymen of the south, who wrote of indi
vidual cases of distress. It was our
pleasure to save the lives of sick chil
dren who needed more delicate food than
their poor mothers could otherwise have
procured. We used to receive most touch
ing letters. Thus was the first effort at
reconstruction attempted and carried
through successfully. We tried to fol
low Grant at Appomattox and to be
worthy of the last words of Lincoln.—
Mrs. M. E. Sherwood in Lippincott’s.
The Original Four Hundred.
It is generally thought that the saying
that the only people in New York worth
knowing can be numbered by 400 was
originated by Ward McAllister, but it
can be found in the Bible. Acts v, 36,
which speaks of Theudas boasting him
self to be somebody, to whom a number
of men, about 400, joined themselves,
who were scattered and brought to
naught. The verse referred to reads as
follows, “For before these days rose up
Theudas, boasting himself to be some
body, to whom a number of men, about
400, joined themselves, who were slain,
and all, as many as obeyed him, were
scattered and brought to nought.”
Another verse worth mentioning in
this connection is from I Samuel xxii, 2,
“And every one that was in distress, and
every one that was in debt, and every
one that was discontented, gathered
themselves unto him. and he became a
a captain over them, and there were
with him about 400 men.”—Keystone.
The Abbreviation of Zoological.
The tendency among English people to
clip long words into short ones, or even
into monosyllables, is notorious. Thus
“cabriolet” has become cab, “omnibus”
bus and so on. But the change of ‘ ‘zoo
logical” into zoo is, to any one who knows
the origin of the word, the most exas
perating of all, and yet we now meet
with “zoo” in well written journals, and
I see the word is being advertised as the
title of a book.
There is another variation, which comes
simply from bad pronuciation, as when
a cockney holiday maker tells you he
has been to the “slogical.” If “zoolog
ical” is to undergo a shortening, like that
which has befallen “omnibus” and “cab
riolet,” let it at least become zo. This
would be correct as far as it went and
would not be so excruciating as the de
testable zoo.—Cor. Notes and Queries.
Buying a Rare Book.
A good story was told on Sam Mc
Conaha at a certain book store the other
day. During the holiday rush he went
out to buy a book for his little girl. He
went from one book store to another and
said, “I want a nice holiday edition of
‘The Prodigal Son.’ ” No one seemed to
have the book. When Sam went home,
he did not say anything to his wife, as
the book was intended as a surprise
Christmas present. The next day he de
termined to go in further quest of the
book. But it was not to be found. The
fun of it is Sam wanted “The Pilgrim’s
Progress,” and somehow he got names
mixed. He said the thing flashed across
his mind in a dream two nights before
Christmas, and he then got the book that
he wanted.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
Efficacy of “Chlorobrom.”
A combination to which the name of
chlorobrom has been given—a solution
containing 30 grains of chloralamide and
a similar amount of potassium bromide,
in an ounce of menstruum—has come
into considerable favor, according to
some of the foreign journals, as an effi
cacious preventive of seasickness on
short voyages. The passenger is recom
mended to take a podophyllin pill for
one or two nights before the date of sail
ing, and when on board to remain for a
time, before rough water is reached, in a
horizontal position with eyes shut, and
to take no food on short trips.
Powdered Foods.
Many artificial baby foods are manu
factured and sold in concentrated form.
For example, products advertised as
“substitutes for mother's milk” are
made from cow's milk, to which is added
a sufficient quantity of sugar to corre
spond with the constituents of mother's
milk. The water is removed from tlje
mixture in vacuo, leaving a fine white
powder, which is put up in packages.
Finely powdered wheat flour and other
nutritious vegetable elements are added
in more elaborate preparations.—San
Francisco Examiner.
Poor Business In a Theater.
When Charles Yale was experiencing
wretched business during one week in
the south, a brother manager asked if the
people were treating him right.
“It’s frightful,” replied Mr. Yale.
“Last night was the worst I ever heard
of. I never imagined it could be so bad.
All records for small receipts were
smashed.”
“How is it tonight?”
“Fifteen dollars less than last night.”
—New York Evening Sun.
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Mr. Younghusband—Darling, you have
been weeping. What is it, my sweetest
love?
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