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PThat can I do, on Heavy heart within
in at will atone
or thm most sad and sacrilegious sin
That 1 have done?
For when my eyes wonld see the King aloDe.
A round, bright head
Lifts np He aureole before tbe throne
And shines Instead.
Nor jasper lights, nor walls or amethyst,
That flash and glow,
Have grace and color like the eyes I kissed
A j ear ago.
And, Chrirt forgive me, all the bliss and balm
Of that lair land
Seems held within tbe white and fragile palm
Of one sma'l hand!
Teach me dear Lord, to climb on holier ground
1 o heaven's bnght placf ;
.For now, ah me, my fieice desrc is bound
Hy one nweet face!
BV CLINTON SCOLLASD.
A flimsy fabric, it is true,
as soli as down and bright as amber,
Brocaded with gaythieadsof blue
As flowers thai up my trellis clamber.
Upon one silky side behold,
Embroidered near some blooming roses,
While on the other, flecked with gold,
a bright winged butterfly reposes.
And though 'tis tut a trifle, yet
v something sweet upon it lingers,
'Tib neither rose nor mignonette,
But the iaint touch of lairy fingers.
CHARLES L. HILDBET1I.
It is the last dark hour, and from the cars,
1 Mat wheel tbem down through glimmering
voids of iigbt,
Leaning rtluct jutly, the hearkening stars
Hear the faint final mu'ic of the night
Blend with the far sweet voice of coming day,
And with the moon, low riding, wane away.
Like Bome soft footed maiden, bearing high
A fcilver lampaoove her timorous head,
The dawn mounts up the stairways of the si,
Flushing the ashen east with Limbent red.
Till trom her topmott tower she lookeih down,
Smiling through cloudy trtsses wildly blown.
The world awaken?; hark, from glen and cop5
Music and many voices of delight!
The splendor on ine put pie mountain tops
Descends, and all the bummer plains are bright,
And all the luminous, pure sky above
Bo calm and tender as the smile of love.
An Armv Waif.
Grizzled and gray, dazed andindo'ent,
looking as if he bad missed the train in
the progress of this life; as if the world
had gone by and left him hopelessly be
hind no Christmas turkey lor him this
year; not for the twenty years past, I
reckon the old confederate soldier(who
limpe'l about awkwardly, for he had a
lot of lead to carry) told me the story
the other day in the Shenandoah. If it
is untrue or dull, blame him, not me. I
only give it as I got it.
Gen. "Jeb" Stewart was hanging on
the federal flank. His midnight camp
was pitched on the hillside. Up the hill
a little way lay a farm house; two or
three ha stacks hung upon the hillside.
The worn out horses fed there and nod
ded their drowsy heads to the hay. AU
around on the ground under the trees in
camp the troopers lay black men,white
men, brown men, men who were gray
and old, little lads, boys who had seen a
dozen battles and hardly yet as many
years, a mixed and motley lot; ragged
wretched and hungry. They lay on
their bellies before the fire munching
roasted corn, gnawing it off the cob
greedily, husking it, roasting it, rolling
it in the ashes on the coals, singeing it in
the blazing fire of the old Virginia fence
rails. Now and then a shot rang out in
the still, clear night away where the
tired pickets met too closely for peace;
and now and then better disposed men
on the picket lines, or more favored and
fortune, met together and reached each
other on their bayonets tobacco and old
ragged newspapers in a sort of exchange
of prisoners of war. The moon rode
high, and white in the great blue sea
above, and all the stars of heaven look
ed down in pity and peace.
Then a song burst out. The black men
were singing louder, sweeter, with more
pathos and memories of home than the
white men. It was a sad, grotesque,
weird and unique picture. Suddenly
Stewart stood in the midst of the ragged
and uproaring lot.
"Discipline ! Look here, Sergeant Zeb,
I want discipline or death. Discipline,!
say ! Do you expect me to fight battles
and win victories with a howling mob
like this, and the enemy right here wait
ing to recoil on us the moment we gave
him a chance! Discipline, I say ! Hang
your blacks or shoot your whites, or
SILENCE OVER THE WHITE AND BLACK
Silence in a second! And the long
lean men and sleeping lads pulled them
selves together and tried to look and act
like soldiers, while the blacks at the sug
gestion of their being hung upj melted
back from tae fitful embers into the
night, as if they were apart of it.
Then the weary, bearded chief threw
himself onto a heap of saddles at hand
and forgot his sternness as he looked
about over the wretched group of poor
fellows gathered there for a little rest
under the oaks.
"Boys, I'm hungry, hungry as a wolf.
What have you got to eat?"
A dozen men sprang up, a half dozen
young, beardless troopers rushed for
ward, and from out the night, back un
der the trees there came many black
forms. And each and every one, black
men and white men, old men and little
boys, reached up and thrust into the
cheiftain's face, with generous alacrity
an ear of roasted corn. Some of these
ears of corn had only a few teeth marks
in them, being almost entirely intact.
Others again were pretty well gnawed
down to the cob. But they were all
alike offered with prompt generosity.
"Corn!" and the confederate chief
shook bis head with a grim and sickly
smile as he muttered to himself, "Corn,
boiled corn, roasted corn, raw corn,
white corn, red corn all kinds of corn.
I'm hungry, but I can't eat any corn to
.night" The men melted back into respectful
silence into a broad circle. And there,
suddenly somehow in the center of that
circle, stood a child; a little boy who
had been arroused from his sleep on the
pile of saddles in the commotion that at
tended the chieftain's coming. And
now, wide awake, with a little toy flag
in one hand and a red apple in the
other, the little boy stood there in the
midst of these wild and ragged men
with cheeks as rosy as the apple he held
in his little dimpled hand.
THX INNOCENT'S BED APPLE.
"If yer hungry, Mister Capten Gener
al, here's mv yed apple," and with this
the little boy toddled right up and stood
almost between the booted legs of tne
surprised soldier. . ...
"Sargeant Zeb, where in all Jerico did
this child come from? Is it yours l
wont have children around us here. 1
left my babe3 at home ; can't you do tne
"'Tain'fc my poor little chicken, Gen-
Grill 6 to WAT
"Then take it to its mother," thunder
ed the chief.
"Its mother is dead. General.'
TV ita far.hpr. then "
"Its father is dead, too, General."
"Dead. Killed in the battle yesterday
when you led over the stone fence by
the farm house on the hill,-eah."
The confederate general bit his lips.
Then, muttering to himself as he rose
up and turned half away : "Killed at tne
farmhouse where I led. Some poor
farmer defending his home and little
ones. I can't stand this."
"Plpase, sir, Mister General, won't you
take my yed apple? Papa growed it in
his orchard. And he buyed me that,
Here the child reached its little flag,
trying hard to make friends with the
seemingly hard man, who was turning
away as if to avoid it.
"Sargent Zeb, where did that flag
"Had it in his hands when I found it,
sah, and it won't give it up, sah, says its
father gave it to it for the fourth of July,
"Foffof Jul v." piped the little waif,
waiving the little 5-cent stars and stripes
overhead, there in the midst of the daik
and gathering circle of soldiers under the
The general turned, stooped and caught
the child in his arms.
"Keep your pretty little flag and wave
it when and where vou like. You don't
know the difference, and I wish I didn't
know the difference. Here, Zeb, take
care of the kid. We can't do less; and
may be it will bring us luck. What do
you say, boys?"
THE INFANT OF THE REGIMENT.
The wild shout that shook the leaves
of the oaks overhead startled the advo
cate for discipline, and, turning to Zeb as
he strode away in the night for another
part of the camp, he shouted, "silence !
and Zeb, discipline, discipline ! Damn
it, discipline or death, I say!" and he
They gathered about the wide-eyed,
rosy faced orphan with its little flag and
red apple, and many a black and white
and not over clean hand reached out to
toy with and stroke the hair of gold that
hung heavy as corn silks in the summer
time over the lad's shoulders. "I found
it in a fence corner," said Zeb, "all ashiv
erin' and its daddy and mammy shot
down by bullets when we stormed the
"Yes, and dar war a rabbit right aside
ob him," said a black face back in the
dark over another man's shoulder.
"An' golly, we kotched and eat de rab
bit," chuckled another black man.
"Wall, we'll keep the kid, keep him
till the cows come home." And with a
grunt of universal approval from all as
they gradually melted away, old Zeb
hoisted the little one high on his collos
sal shoulders, and turned suddenly to
look and to listen, for there was a Bhout
down the hill and a sudden sharp volley
of shots above, beyond the hay stacks.
It began to look as if the little squad of
raiders had got into a bight. Shouts of
the enemy down the hill; shouts of the
enemy up the hill beyond the hay stacks.
Which way Bhould the surprised and
panic stricken soldiers fly? The coIIob
sal old Virginia sargeant, with the child
on his massive shoulders, was the only
officer in charge. The blacks were hid
ing behind trees, behind each other, un
der saddles, blankets, anywhere. The
shouts of the advancing enemy came
loud and clear from below and very near.
The camp fire, the song of tbe soldiers
had done tbe mischief. This little squad
of ragged, panic stricken night raiders
was doomed. The leaves began to fall
like autumn timber over old Zeb, the
tall, angular old sergeant
A BATTLE AND A BABY ON HAND.
What a plight for a soldier ! A battle
on hand and a babe in his arms. The
old sergeant came near throwing it away
with the heap of negroes hiding under
the saddles. Where was Stewart? The
sergeant put his hand to his ear and
listened aB best he could between the
sharp volleys from below that were ruin
ing the prospects of next year's acorn
crop in the treeB overhead. He could
hear the clatter of iron hoofs on the
high ridge to the west. The moon was
setting large and round and low. Over
the bare crest of this hill and againBt
the moon he could see the confederate
cavalry pouring in impetuous flight.
Stewart, the cautious and wary leader,
"Come, men! We must follow our
general on foot any way to get out of
this. Come! Up by the hay stacks and
on over the ridge."
The strong man started up the stony
hill to pass the hay stacks. The child,
as if it was afraid it might fall, wound
its little left arm affectionately about the
great gray shock of hair. And that litde
act saved it; that accidental show o
affection won the old fellow's heart en
tirely. Why, he would not have pitched
it aside with the terrified negroes for
Up the hill he led swiftly, the men
following in groups, knots, singly, armed,
unarmed, limping, leaning, erect in all
manners of wajs, only so as to escape
the ferocious federals charging up the
hill from below. They could see the
points of shining bayonets entering their
camp by the light of the burning
fence rails as they fled out of it, and the
black color bad nearly all faded from the
flying confederates as they neared the
Here the gray headed old sergeant,
with the child on his shoulder, paused
for a moment right under the hay stacks
to get his bearings. The moon had fal
len down behind' the crest of the hill. It
was nearly dark now. The federal bayo
nets were only a few feet in the rear.
The ragged and demoralized confeder
ates huddled close and helpless up and
after the tall and grizzled old giant, who
stood there looking out which way to
lead them, with the child on his shoulder,
its little left arm hugging the great
shaggy gray head, its right one holding
The tall, gray soldier threw up his
great heavy hand to his brow, and look
ed out under his broad palm to try and
see which way to lewd.
DEATH IN FRONT AND XEAX.
Suddenly the hay stacks blazed oat be
fore him,and the whole scene was bright
as day. The federals had been waiting
for the confederates to come. And now
they stood there, huddled together and
helpless as sheep, they fired the hay
stacks in their path of retreat, and stood
there behind them, before them, around
them, to shoot them down in the light
which they hacLkindled.
It was a matchless and magnificent
sight? No scene so bright, no sunlight
brighter! It pleased the child, excited
and delighted it. What could it care
for the long lines of gleaming guns level
ed only a lew rods in the rear? What
did it know of the death hiding down in
every gleaming gun barrel of that com
pact mass of uniformed men just before?
Nothing at all. its little neart leapt
with wonder and delight at the beauti
ful uniforms, the discipline, the quick
action into which every gun was brought
instantly to the shoulder. The bayo
nets were beautiful tbe gleaming bayo
nets in all the bright light.
The child seemed to think this a part
of the celebration and in the fullness of
its delight, just as the federal officer
drew his sword and was giving the word
"Fire!" the child holding tight onto the
great grizzled head with its left band,
and as if to contribute its part to .the
celebration, waved its little flag there in
the glare and light. And in that awful
stillness' which comes always before any
dreadful catastrophe, piped out the shrill
little voice, as it raised itself higher for
Put it on record in gold and red that
the federal officer lowered the point- of
his sword. Tne heavy breeches of the
guns struck the stony ground with a
thud. The line of blue divided, and the
old gray confederate with his little
charge on his shoulder still waving the
little flag, passed on through the line,
while cheer after cheer shook the bullet
riddled leaves of the oaks overhead.
And this is the story of the old confed
erate soldier of the Shenandoah, who
had missed the train on the line of pro
gress down in old Virginia.
THE TENDER SEX.
Items of Interest Pertaining; to Them,
Miss Hattie Hodgen, of Ellsworth, and
the first white girl born in Ellsworth
county, is now sixteen.
A young lady died recently in Norton
county of blood poisoning, the effects of
a rattlesnake bite received three years
Russell Becord: The president of the
board of education of Junction City is a
woman Mrs. H. L. Pierce, wife of Capt.
A. C. Pierce.
Mrs. Chas. Hagard, the wife of an old
soldier, of Parsons, has received $1,900
back pension which she was entitled to
by the laws of congress.
A little girl at Wichita, while playing
with a sewing machine run the needle
through the nail and finger of one hand.
The accident was a painful one.
Willie Standish, a boy of 9 years, ac
cidentally shot and killed his sister, Rose
Standish, a beautiful young lady, last
Saturday. The Standish family live at
the old Shawnee mission, in Johnson
The only person killed outright by
the Books county cyclone wa3 Mrs.
Grimes, who lived near Books Center.
At the point where Mrs. Grimes was
killed the cyclone rose in the air and
did no further damage.
Wellington Press: Mr. Beed, editor
of the Mulvane Record, has gone to Iowa.
Before leaving he announced that the
office during his absence, would be in
charge of his daughters. Misses Ella and
Emma are fully capable of getting up a
The wife of Geo. W. Carpenter of Abi:
lene, died very suddenly a few days
ago. She was apparently in a healthy
condition in the morning but when her
husband returned from his work in the
evening: he discovered her lifeless form
on the bed.
Smith Center Bulletin'. Mrs. John
Goodale, living two miles north of town,
sold last year lrom her own work alone:
$19.89 worth of eggs, $29,60 worth of
chickens, $20 25 worth of turkeys and
$75.21 of butter. Making atotal of $143.
65. Not so very bad for a lady to do and
atttend to all of her household duties
Saline Journal: We understand that
the exclusive privilege of the park has
been granted to the ladies of the Wo
man's Relief corps, the Woman Suffra
gists and the Woman's Christian Tem
perance Union, who jointly will cele
brate the fourth of July. We also un
derstand that Bev. Mrs. St. John may
become orator of the day. Strictly
speaking, under such circumstances the
coming frourth will be "ladies day."
One of the many instances of ladies
conducting a successful business enter
prise is exemplified by the firm of Bris
tol sisters, of Topeka. In four years they
have established one of the largest and
finest greenhouses in the state, the cash
value of which is $15,000. They furnish
everything purchasable in their line, and
are ladies of culture and refinement.
This is a statement of what two ladies of
business ability and untiring energy can
' Mrs. B. H. White waB found dead in
bed in the city of Winfield, murdered, it
is supposed. The Courier of that place
describing the house eta, says: On the
bank of Timber creek is a little box
house 10x12, with pasteboard roof, pa
pered cracks and no windows. On en
tering this crude house a sickening sight
met our gaze. Lying on a hay bed, and
surrounded by circumstances' indicating
upmost poverty, was the victim of this
tragedy. The face, neck, hair and bed
clothing were covered, and the throat
and lungs filled with blood. The whole
skull over her right eye was crushed in,
exposing the brain and presenting a ter
rible sight. Mrs. B. H. White was only
mechanically breathing, expected to
pass unconsciously away at any moment.
Just back of her lay the baby, a nice
looking little girl of two years, calmly
sleeping. No evidence has yet been ad
duced which would point to the perpe
trator of the terrible crime. The hus
band of the murdered woman related
how he discovered her body and the con
dition it was in, in a cool and calculating
manner and without a falter. But as
said before no act of his, circumstancial
or otherwise,' would indicate that he com
mitted the crime.
For sometime past several of the lead
ing dry goods merchants, of Topeka,
have been missing pieces of silks and
other articles of considerable value, such
as laces, ribbons, etc. They knew not
how. they disappeared, only that the
goods never left the stores through their
proper "source. . Finally suspicion at
tached to a certain Mrs. L. C. Bennett,
a womra oi no very favorable reputation
anaaccorqfagty a searcn warrant was
sworn out and an officer, in company
witn me mercuanis wnose stocks were
being run out, proceeded to the house of
the suspected lady and demanded ad
mittance. The fair inmate parleyed with
them to such an extent that they were
competed to break open the door, which
they did. Upon searching the house
dress goods of every kind and quality
were unearthed. The lady was immedi
ately arrested and bound over to the
District court in the sum of $1,200.
Failing to give bona she was committed
to jail. The merchants are now in a
quandary in their attempts to settle as to
whom the goods belong, although an
amaicable settlement was finally
STAB ROUTE CASES.
Verdict for the Defendants in Each of the
Three Cases The Ending of the first
Civil Salt Brought hy the Government In
Star Route Cases.
The Star Bouta cases which have been
on trial in this city during the past week,
were terminated last evening at twenty
minutes before six o'clock, in a verdict
for the defendant. The jury was out
one hour and forty minutes.
These cases have attracted considera
ble attention in all parts of the country
being the first civil prosecutions ever,
instituted by the Government in Star
Route services. They were brought by
the Government against the Parker's of
Atchison to recover about $240,000
claimed to have been unlawfully paid
them by the Postoffice Department
for mail service on the
Vinita and two other routes,
and were prepared at great
expense to the Government. Postoffice
inspectors and detectives have been
working up the cases for several months,
and a considerable sum was expended
for surveys and measurements of the
routes upon which service had been ex
tended and expedited, and witnesses
were brought to give avidence at the
trial from all parts of the country.
They came from Mississippi, Bhode In
land and intermediate points, and inclu
ded a number of postoffice officials from
the city of Washington.
The cases wers tried before Hon. El
mer S. Dundy, United States Judge for
the District of Nebraska, who was spec
ially assigned for that purpose. Mr.
Geo. L. Douglass, Assistant United States
Attorney, was detailed to prepare the
case and try it, and he was assisted by
Col. J. E. Hallowell, United States Dis
trict Attorney for Kansas. The prosecu
tion was skillfully handled in every re
spect and the number of witnesses and
the length of time consumed in the trial,
tell how eagerly evidence was sought.
The defendants were represented by
Col. A. S. Everet, of Atchi6on.
San Francisco Alt a.
Since the invasion of Northern Califor
nia by the grasshoppers, there has been
a marked revival in the literature apper
taining to tms interesting insect.
"I remember in '71," said a membei
of the Grain Exchange recently, "I was
coming across the plains. Well, sir; I
was seated in a car reading a newspaper
about noon,when suddenly it grew quite
dark, and I thought sure a terrible storm
was on us. It was a cloud of grasshop
pers, so thick that when they settled on
the car track they stopped the train.
There was good feed where we were just
then, and it brought the 'hoppers to a
halt. We were blocked for twenty-four
hours.until a snow-plow was telegraphed
for, and the way it went for us, it left
a Dank of 'hoppers on each side higher
than the smokestack of the locomotive."
"That was pretty bad," said another
broker, "but I have seen worse. We
were camped one summer in Kansas,
making a Eurvey for a new town. The
'hoppers struck us at night, and in the
morning we thought the end of the
world had come. They were piled, sir,
twenty feet deep over our encampment,
and we were nine hours tunnelling out
of them. If we did not happen to have
a few giant powder cartridges to blast
out airholes we should have been suffo
cated before we could have struck a shovel
into the mass."
"Didn't you hive any of 'em?" in
quired a warehouse-man, who had seen
a good deal of western lit'.
"What do vou mean?" asked the bro
"Just this: i was caugnt in tne same
fix you have told about, once in Kansas
I was in charge of a mule team, hauling
supplies to a railroad camp. Among
other things we had several thousand
yards of canvass for tents for the men.
As soon as the grasshoppers struck us I
put my gang to work, and in a short time
we had a canvas sack made, balloon
fashion, only bigger than any balloon
you eer saw. Well, sir, we filled it
chuck full of hoppers live hoppers
and hitched it on to the wagons, and
when the swarm ' started to go our
caged hoppers went with them."
"And took off your balloon?"
"No, sirree; they hauled our wagon for
over seventy-eight miles, when they
broke down and we bagged a new lot.
It beat mule power all hollow. Then it
has occurred to me " But his audience
had gnne, and the western man growl
ing, "I suppose these darned fools think
I'm green," walked off to find a more
credulous and attentive auditory.
High Living in the United States,
We ventnre that in no country in the
world do the people average so high in
the cost of living. It proves that our av
erage population lives well. And thte is
an important fact. Good living promotes
health, and is a sign of intelligence.
Were our people so poverty stricken as
to be compelled to live poorly, the effect
on the nation would be bad. Whether
we advance in the better elements of
civilization or retrograde depends on our
living. It is also a test of our earnings.
This nation has been steadily liquidat
ing debt since 1865. Yet ithas lived, in
cluding luxuries, not less than $10,000,
000,000, and has put down in business
and trading plants at least as much more;
$20,000,000,000, a year seems a large sum
It means an earning capacity of $400 a
year for every man, woman and child in
the country. Suppose that but 10,000,000
of these are producers, it rates each vo
tive worker as producing $2,000 a year
of actual wealth.
Yucatan reports an increase of 50
per cant, in the stamp revenue of the
STILL TO THE FRONT!
Have just received their
"We Have the Largest
Caps,Gloves, Underweart Blankets
-OUR STOCK OF-
Come and Examine Our Stock.
WE ALSO HAVE THE MOST COMPLETE STOCK OP
100,000 FEET OF LUHB1
Go and Look Before Buying, for it is the
Best ever Brought to This
Plenty of Corn, Oats and General Feed. Best
of Coal always on Hand.
BIG REDUCTION IN COAL
Bock Springs Lump,
Rock Springs Nut,
CASH PAID FOR
Remember, that after January 1st I will
Sell for Cash only. Don't forget it.
" t r s
Fall and Winter Stock of
and Best Selected Stoclcof
TO THIS CITY.
No Trouble to Show Goods. '
WHEAT AND RYE.