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The Reg'lar Army Man.
He nJn't no "mamtnn's darlln',"
Tor sparkle In the sun.
Ho don't parade with gay cockndo
And posies In Ills gun:
He uln't no "piotty soldier boy,"
Ho lovely, spick nnd span,
He wears 11 ciust of tan and dust.
The reR'lnr aimy man;
Tho tnarchln', parchln',
Reg'lar unny man.
Ho ain't at homo in Sunday school,
Nor yet at nodal tea,
And on tho day he gets his pay
He's apt ter spend It fieo;
Ho ain't no temp'rance advocate,
He llkei to III! the can,
He's kinder rough an' tnaybo tough,-
Tho itg'lar army man;
The ai In', teailu',
Sometimes Hwearln, 4
Reg'lar aimy man.
No Btato'l! call him "nohlo son,"
Ho ain't no ladles' pet,
Rut, let a row atari anyhow,
They'll send for him. von beti
no uorri cut any ice at all
In fashion's social nlan.
Ho Kits the Job to face a mob,
xno reg lar army man;
j no miiinr, uriiinr,
Made for klllln',
Reg'lur army man.
They nln't no tenrn shed over him
When ho goes off ter war,
He gits no speech nor prayerful "preach"
Prom mayor or governor;
He packs his little knapsack up
And trots off In tho van,
Tor start the fight and start It right,
Tho reg'lar aimy man;
Tho lattlln', battlln',
Colt or Gatlln',
Reg'lar uimy man.
Ho makes no fuss about the Job,
Ho don't talk big and biavo,
Ho knows ho'a In ter fight and win,
Or help fill up a grave;
Ho ain't no "mamma's darlln'," but
Ho does tho best he can,
And he's the chap that wins tho scrap,
Tho reg'lar aimy man;
Tho dandy, handy,
Cool and sandy,
Reg'lar army man.
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"5 lly BELLE MAKIATES.
"Thero is nothiug, seemingly, the
matter with me, doctor, only I have
expended all my available energy,"
The physician proscribed a "general
"How shall I do it?" asked Roberts,
whimsically. "If I were a poor man
you would glvo mo a bottlo of bit
"If you were a poor man you'd not
nnmn 4s mn " Innnwnnfnil Vi r nlivot. 1
WUIUU IU Jilt, 1UIU1 1 UJItUU L11U JIUJDl-
clan, "because you jvould bo working
out of doors with plenty of fresh air,
good appetite and deep sleep for
"Then that is what I'll do. My
housekeeper's brother Is foreman of
some day laborers, and I'll get out and
dig for three or four weeks."
The next morning when bells and
whistlcB were clamoring for the as-
sombly of breadwlnnors, Robert pre
sented himself at tho Mortimer coun
try homo on tho outskirts of tho city.
Back of tho house some three-quarters
of a mile the grounds roso in a
high bluff above the lako. Theso
grounds woro tobo loveled to a gen
tle slope and low terrace:
By arrangements culminated the
night beforo, Roberts commenced to
dig at 1.00 per day.
The workmen eyed him suspicious
ly. Roberts had on his oldest pair of
trousers, a blue flannel shirt and a
soft cap, but they felt and resented
his to tho "manner bornness."
And then his hands! They wero
not white. On ho contrary, they
woro good, wain? brown, like his com
ploxion, but their shapeliness, sup
pleness and smoothness v.vre not of
tho earth earthy.
He worked steadily and vigorously,
if somewhat awkwardly. Tho unwont
ed exercise soon brought little shining
beads to his brow, which occasioned
appreciative grins and winks among
From their conversation he learned
that tho Mortimers were rich, but all
right and treated folks "white."
Every morning at 10 o'clock and every
afternoon at 3 a servant brought two
pails of cool lemonade, accompanied
by a trim little housemaid to serve it.
Roberts had dug for about three
hours and was wearying of hls pre
scription, when ono of the workmen
"Here comes the lomonade and a
now girl. Sho's a hummer, though."
Looking around, Robeits beheld a
fluffy-haired girl with eyes of the sky
and cheeks of the rose a sight that
was more of a tonic to his shattered
nerves than all his toil and out-of-door
"Where's Maggie? Are you a new
girl?" asked ono of them.
The girl shrank back, then her eyes
danced and her cheeks dimpled.
"Yes, I am taking Maggie's place,"
sho replied, handing him a dipperful
of tho refreshing drink.
Sho went the rounds until she camo
to Roberts. Instinctively she paused
and flushed as she handed him the
dipper. On her wny back to the house
sho met the foreman and stopped him.
"Who is that man?" pointing to
Roberts. "Just a common workman?"
The foreman looked uncomfortable.
"He only gets his f 1.50 per, but it's
his first job."
"What does he do this kind of work
"He says ho has to, Miss."
"Oh, poor fellow!"
"Mr. Roberts," tho foreman said
deferentially, "did you bring your din
ner?" "I never thought of it," laughed
Roberts. "I'll telephone the where
I board to send something."
"There is a telephone in tho stable1
yonder," suggosted the foreman.
"All right. Thanks." and Roberts
strode quickly through the grounds,
lifting his cap as he passed the girl.
At the stable he rang up his club
and ordered a luncheon sent down. As
ho hung up the receiver, he turned
and saw the girl standing in the door
way. She passed quickly, however,
when he camo toward her.
His luncheon, did not arrive until 1
o'clock, so he worked through tho"
noon hour and then sought the shade
of a distant tree.
Removing napkins and dishes from
the basket, he proceeded to enjoy his
luncheon, which consisted of a broiled
lobster, a salad, club sandwiches,
olives and a pint of ale.
"You seem to enjoy more privileges
than the other workmen," said the
girl, suddenly appearing at his side.
"Your duties as a housemaid don't
appear to bo very arduous," he re
plied. She flushed.
"Who told you I was a housemaid?"
"Well, I am attending to my duties
now. James, tho man who carried
tho lemonade this morning, is busy
and I was sent to seo if one of you
could not carry it down."
"Certainly, I will come this after
noon and every morning nnd after
"That's very kind in you, but I pe
sumo it is easier than digging."
"Everything is easier than digging"
"Thon why dig?"
"To live.' But pardon me. Wouldn't
you havo somo luncheon?"
"I havo been to luncheon. Your fel
low workmen all ate boiled potatoes. J
meat and pie."
"Did they? So would I if I had
them. Don't go," ho exclaimed as she
began to walk from him.
"I nust. I have work to do."
"And shall I come at 3 o'clock I
don't know your name."
"Why should you know it?"
"It would make the afternoon short
er if I knew it. My name is Rob
eit. And you won't tell me?" as she
continued walking toward tho house.
"Then I shall call you Rose."
"All right," sho replied, turning her
head. "You may call me Rose. Come
to the dairy at 3."
Roberts had never met an appoint
ment so punctually before. Rose came
out of the dairy. A tiny, whlto mus
lin cap adorned her head and a nif
fled white apron covered her dark
"You look very nice In those," he
said, nodding approvingly, as he took
a pail of lemonade in each hand and
"No' the said emphatically,
started down toward the lako shore.
"I wish workmen's clothes were as
"They look better In their working
clothes than their Sunday clothes. At
least all I have ever seen do. Do
"I don't know," he replied rumlnat
Ingly. "I havo no Sunday clothes."
"How nice!" And she gave a soft,
When they camo to a point In the
road where a turn would bring them
in sight of tho workmen, she stopped.
"I can go no farther. Mrs. Morti
mer doesn't think It necessary for me
to serve the lemonade. She says you
should help yourselves."
"But, Rose, when am I to see you
"To-morrow, when you como for the
lemonade," she said demurely.
"I wish See here, Rose, I am
not posted on social grades. I don't
suppose a common laborer Is in your
"No, indeed, I have looked as high
as a footman."
"Maybe I can be one yet! Would
you like me better if 1 were, Rose?"
She shook her hend.
"It makes no difference. A man's a
man wherever he is placed."
"Do you really bolievo that?" he
asked in earnest tones.
Another day of toil, two walks and
talks with Rose and ho loved her! The
days went by and Roberts still dug on,
Rose acting as a magnet that made
his labor a quick way of whlllng away
the hours between their meetings.
He continued to have his luncheon
sent him at 1 o'clock and he ato it
'neath tho big tree with Rose at his
Six weeks slipped by and thero
came the last day of his job. That af
ternoon during the lomonade walk ho
stopped in a secluded spot and shaded
by friendly shrubs and put down the
"Rose, this is my last day!"
"So I hear!"
"Roso, will you let mo take you fdr
a sail here on tho lake to-night?"
"Yes," she half whispered.
"I will meet you at tho boathouso
at 8 this evoning."
A llttlo before the appointed time
she stood at the boathouse, where ft
sailboat was at anchor.
"I wonder if I should have come?"
she thought with beating heart. "What
will he, tho fastidious Walllngford
Roberts, say to a housemaid?"
"Rose," said a voice behind her.
She turned quickly. He wore a dark
business suit and a straw hat. She
looked at him critically.
"I have never seen you dressed up
"And do I look like a workman in
"No," sho said emphatically.
Ho helped her Into the boat and sat
beside her. After much attention to
sail and tiller, he put his arm about
"Rose," he whispered softly, "Rose,
I love you."
The girl quickly drew away from
"Mr. Walllngford Roberts, I know
why you assumed the rolo of a work
man. You should not speak of lovo to
"How did you know, Rose?'; he
"I heard you call up your club and
give your name and order. The same
day Dr. Rutherford paid Mrs. Morti
mer a visit and I was engaged In tho
room when he laughed and told her
he should have to prescribe for her
as he had for a patient of his a -young
millionaire who was dying of
ennui, that he had set him to dig
ging." "It makes no difference," said Rob
erts. "It was my whim to woo you
as a laboring man and tell you later,
but Rose," and again the strong arm
was about her, holding her firmly. "I
love you. Will you be my wife?"
"Oh, Mr. Roberts! You would ask
me, a housemaid?"
"Yes, even if you were one! But,
Miss Frances Mortimer, you happen
not to be a housemaid."
"How did you know?" and she bur
ied her face against his shoulder.
"I knew as soon as I saw you that
you were not a servant. I got the
foreman to find out who you were. He t
asked the gardener." Boston Globe.
HE KNEW THE SONG.
Tramp's Passport Into a Company of
College Men in the Country.
"You know the old Latin college
song 'Gaudeamus Igltur'?" said tho
recent graduate. "Well, I suppose
that it comes pretty near being a
grip and pass word with university
men the world over. Something that
happened this month made me un
derstand how it stands for a college
man wherever you hear it.
"I was on my vacation up In New
Hampshire. Tramping through a little
mountain town I happened to meet
three or four of my own fraternity.
I stopped with them that night, and
in the evening we went to a, road
house on the outskirts of town for
a little saengerfest.
"Of course, before we finished we
sang 'Gaudeamus' you know it 'Lot
us rejoice, therefore, while we are
young.' When we came to tho last
stanza, a voice joined in from the
"We turned around. There stood
an old, dilapidated tramp. He came
over to us without any hesitation, and
said, in a fine German accent:
" 'Verevor you see a university man,,
you hear 'Gaudeamus Igltur." Held"
elberg, 73. Shake."
"He was a Holdelberg man, too, I
suppose, a degenerated gentleman,
for ho knew college ways and songs
and ho showod that he was a well
educated man. He got all the beer
he wanted out of us that night, and
the price of beer besides, which shows
that a college educatlou sometime
Horse Census in France.
Fo military purposes a census it
taken annually of the number of
horses In France. The census of
horses this year showed that there
were only 90,147, against 91,016 twelve
months before, a decrease of 869 In a
single year, which is likely to beooma
accentuatod. , ,