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*1 C^TWr U ULKS> C J. P. Iff.. In N?w York Post: The f longest month, so I then thought that I ever lived through, wan the June of 1863. We do not measure time, as we do pace, altogether by tvhat is In It, but, sometimes, by what Is beyond It. There was nothing In that June but worJf In the trenches, with Vlck?burg Just beyond us, Impenetrable but Inevitable, line eternity on inn omrr biuc wi uui?. The city wan completely Invented. A great nine-mile, fan-*haped, anbterranean camp spread out to the cast of the city almost to the foot of the second line of bluffs. We were measuring our advance by spadefuls, and in <he wearing monotony of that underground existence we had the.keen sense of moles. "When we pressed our ears down on the bottom of the trench, we could hfar the throb of the countermining pick*, like a rreat watch smothered. The ditch was an enormous megaphone that imparted lecrets to us from the bowels of the earth in whispers, and we grew quick to Interpret them. "What's that?" on? would ask, ns we stopped shoveling: to listen to a pulsation with a new rhythm In It. Then some one would answer, "It's a brigade keeping step." All the episodes that had startled and Ctung us Into desperation or hope had now stopped. Porter's guns had always come to us from the rlvet' with a hur ran uuuni tu tneiUi vb uirj Iiuu rntu. "We are here yet, burrowers, hold /oat." and even the sorties and ussaults, that bad failed so dismally, were to us very much like applause to actors who are playing a hum-drum part. Dick Barton tssed to cay that the gunboat* in the Yaxoo were an good oa summer thunder. But all that was done now. The army had got through barking and "scrapping," and was hanging on to the throat of VIeksburg silently like a bulldog. Those were weeks stretched out to incalculable lengths by toilsome expectation, with blistered hands and stiff backs and sore bodies,irritated by sand, . for there were no lavatories during the I alege. We consoled ourselves with fev- | er dreams of the cool, ewirlln? MIsslaa- I ippi, it the foot of that baked and be- 1 THE USUA t ' > 'Yon look worn and tired. J "I just got backfromone. Icaffuertd city, and promised ourselves paradisiacal cleanings and all tho himnlti nf iirchlm. whpn onca we ha?l dug our tray to its sandy reaches It you have never been in the trenches you cannot understand how an environment that ia only a parallelogram fringed with sudden death, driven all the tacultlea in upon the centres, and makes a man do the moit Incomprehensible things to keep from becoming insane. The Impossibility of seeing the whole scheme of operations ulnars raises a suspicion of the futility of the work. We had already dug two enormous canals early in the campaign, but the river fell, and they were abandoned. We had been digging pretty much ever since. Often, when I threw myself down to set an hoar's sleep, the work of the shovel went on automatically In my tosafn, and I found myself counting the spadefuls np Into the millions, it seemed. Measureless banks of earth stretched oQt behind me, and Illimitable lines to be dug reached out to Inflnltr ahead of me. In such conditions the common soldier falls Into one bad habit of relief. It is to growl unreasonably. The more unreasonable, the more relief. Tt Is ?ahw?l nmluol r\f I(1 _ uality,which is very strong: in an American, and which in war flnd? Itself tethered and hobbled. We fell into a klpd of brotherhood of bitterness and Maspbemy. that'really did not mean anything more than that we had no ground-plan. So we cheered each oth*r vUh complaints and aweepin? renroachea and horribly Irreverent predictions fhat Grant, having got us in be- i tireen Peraberton and J<?e Johnston, intended to keep on digging like rats till W were all gobbled. I think back now AN' ANT ' J[ vf Mr*. A.?Whv docs lie treat your hi Mr*. B.?Well, my husband is -a brut ,nn(F fDlnrsfkn -I vr</ u t UJ v-x I to the impossible and unprintable oaths that nome of us garnished our porteni tou* speeches with, and it seems as if Irrevercnco had been stretched to new j limits of attd&city with n hopeful fear that it would bring about somo kind of miraculous Interference. For diversions, we tossed our Jiard-tuck up like pen fiie?| tiif* stamped siue ueing ino ncuu, and made* bet* and gambled away some of our pay before wo received It, or we pitched hard-tack like quoits, and then wiped it olT and ate It iifterwardn. For awhile there ivas a little thrill In putting o fatigue cap on a gun and holding: It above the embankment to get a bullet in it from the rebel sharpshooters. ' But even that failed us when the rebels ! fell short of percussion caps, and I think we really missed the sharp thud of their bullets as they struck the earth. They were the pins that we stuck Into ourselves to assure us we were alive. It was In the trenches that I got Intimately acquainted with Dick Barlow, the only man that never growled: He was a sapling kind of fellow, making a shallow observer like Sergeant O'Brien say. "Nature set out to make a woman, and changed her mind when It was too late." A small-boned, white-skinned, blue-eyed chap, who did not dare to let his hair grow because it was too curly ana BIlKy. liul he was as full ol real bravery as a tomato Is full of seed. He came from Ohio. We found htm out on the night of the 2L'd of May, when our assault had failed, ami our wounded lay all that night In the starlight between our linns and the enemy's parapet, because there had been some bungling about a flog of truce, and we had to swear through our clenched tenth and hold our hands over our ears as the groans and prayers and calls for water of our poor fellows almost within reach made the slow hours maddening. Dick couldn't stand It at all. He rubbed some th< of the soil over his face, took our can- va teens, and crawled out over the lunette, ge We couldn't seo him after that, but pei whenever there was a rifle shot oil ou suffered a little extra wince. He got an back all right, and he had emptied the he canteens. He wouldn't tnlk about it, da but there was a new expression In Tils mi face, something like that yon gee In the lia L THING. " " " ?I "'< Jo y) %JP 1 mi pel it ed Why don't you take a vacation? eel 4? ? Of hospital after a wan has undergone an hu' operation. Afterwards, when our first parallel Wfl was within seventy-five feci of the reb- ftn el llnes.Dlck would sing war songs with jt., a clear tenor voice and we gave him a rough kind of chorus. There was one jnfavorite of his, set to the old camp- to meeting time, "The Happy Land of me Canaan," and I think he used to make mt up the verses to suit himself. One ol mn them ran like this: . "The Johnnies soon will find T"a That we Yanks can go It blind, of And stay a year or two without com- I'll plaint: *ii Fo to die; is our delight on< Every day and every nluht tel Till we meet you In the Happy Land i of Canaan." Ae One ijlght when we were bellowing It iim at the top of our lungs, it broke out on ed the at her side of the line, nnd iho u-hole am rebel parapet took up the tune. There n c we were, with our hands on each other's m* throats, but clasping voices. It tickled del Dick enormously, and he said. "Let's ela try 'em on 'AoM Lang Syne.' " as "You can shoot everything out of a "W? i man," said Dick, "except his old asso- flri ctattons." ray I had to have a tender feeling for that gel fallow, and wondered why I hadn't met wh that kind of man somewhere else. We mi. built some castles In that trench. There to were ft lot of things that we could do \ when the "cruel war was over." Such pta Is the folly of picking up a sentiment In th: th#? ranks. It Is a good deal like those an fellows, who. its Boon as they get Into a wl' camp, begin, to wet out flowers around ho< their tont*. If there 1* a disturbance. f such thlncs only make mutters look ma worse, and a trench Ik the last pluce in bul _ - at MAT .wau to on< *P? M i / 1 , I JEmU y 1 iioi \ \W ^ \ x " 2 \ X ov< ari jsband? He's a veterinary doctor. jh,j Cr Chi I?" r~ r'r r~ * H j He?What d cu? r kJIIV V^uilt - tvorld in which to plant lilies of the t! Hey. But nil the samo. I worked up a g nulne affection for Dirk. I noticed the eullar look In his face when we got f< r letter* and none ever came for him, fi d one day when I asked him about it, tl only said, "Oh. it will come some rr y." Then I worked It all out In mv nd. It was the old story. He must tl ve quarrelled with her and then rush- w foolishly Into the ranks. How en.?y a Is to weave these coowebs when you it ve not anything Hse to think ubout. o Dne still night In the lattef part of tl ne, when Dick was on the picket line, n hoard a voice husky but distinct say u [ello Yank." He put his hands trum- p t-fashlan to hi* mouth and guarded- \s answered, "Hello Johnny." Then I: listened. d1 rhe voice was not sixty feet away, n ot any tobjicker?" u 'Heaps," says Dick. tr 'Gimme a pipe full and I'll give you h ne news." ei 'All rlpht?cr.?wl over." V 'Square?" n 'Honor brlirht " rhen after awhile, a lank figure tn ki tternut with a haggard face drag- c? d itself to the edge of our line nni e< ked Its nose over the bank of earth, si Iding out a hnnd Into which Dirk put Ir obacco pouch. merely say Ins, "What "' your news?" y< 'Walt till I get a whiff." said the felr. Ife filled a corn-cob pipe, took the ^ itch that Dick offered him, lit It, and k ve himself.with nn absurd conrentro- c< n of enjoyment, to a preliminary s? loke. When he had allayed his to- w rco hunger, he said: "Say. Tank, we It n't such d furrlners as we tried to m ike out. I allow this is a pipe o* nee." To which Dick replied, "I wish o! was, old man." It Well," I'm tellln* rou, we're dead lick- m by hunger. Got nothin' but our con- tl traces to fight on." thereupon Dick whips out a couple hard-tack biscuit and shoves them at t fellow, who snaps at thetn like a Vi ngry hound. 'We una on the rifle line allowed it sn't much use plckln' each other off y longer, seelo* as how the Jig's up. ly ? a waste of caps." pi What's the matter with my captur- .m : you." says Dick, "and sending you the rear, where you can get a square al? A day or two wouldn't make n< ich difference to anything but o .n's stomach." u. That's where you're dead wrong. nk. It'd kind o* take the stufTta' out a man's honor. If you don't mind, take Broths hunk of that baccy P th me and slide back. We'll nil be In J ? camp before the week's out, mind I I I fou. 'his hit of nm freshened up our rl? pit enormously. It had the air of b?f true and confidential. It was passdown the line from mouth to mouth, 1 grew into a general conviction that hange was likely to occur at any mont. On nohodv wns the effect no deed as upon Dl^k. who evinced a new tlon, and I could then see how great itraln the month had been upon him. ? were like torpid animals when they it smell the spring from their borvs. All we knew was that we were Ing to break loose and iret someere where there was water. The prone of it actually gave a kind of ripple Dick's new cheerfulness. Veil, things do not turn out as you in them In war. I suppose you think it Dick turned out to be a woman, J that was the reason I fell In love th him. Pshaw! Let me tell you x It was. )n the afternoon of (he .10th, a bin ill r?ime jn from the Yasoo, quite Iglng an ambulance. T was In the rear th?* quartermaster's tent when It we. and got our company's bundle distribute. Among the lett"rs was ? for Dlelt. a small, square envelope, lnfcy and padllke. -.?s If It had someng soft In It. may be a lock of hair. ? w<i? In ft fmn ilr.ll_ I f. woman's bark-hand, and th* postirk wn.? Murlotta. Ohio. It gave me lt*? n little ftart. I put It In my shlrti-k^t tenderly, to enjoy th#? extra lux? <?f giving It to nick myself. T was Ite *ure that there was some hind of naticr that was t;nlng to round ttnelf properly In that J??ttr?r. nnd 1 went !?ut amor.c ih? cursing m#?n at the igon* as I' I hod a kind of sacred *elve In my shirt. 'here nun ri good d?'al of confusion In ? camp* that afternoon. Homo kind a premonition of th^nd. without d*Ite knowledge. H"<?med to hnv?? spread ?rywhere and t3k??n th?- edit* of dlsclne off. Everybody wa? nsklng, "Have i hr-nnJ arythlng?" Ihit thero wasn't t'thlng to hear. A dead, hot hush had ne down between tin* armies now it they were nlmowt breathing Into :h other's face*. I siippoxp It was one thost' < &.?? ? whrre the truth gfts Into 1 air without bothering with fact*, t was night before I got on tho track I)ifj< h mall uarr rci in iri?? irencnra ! follow <1 th*m along our taut pa ratio the *?xtrfnit? rlRlit of th?? line. I !lcrd tha rulntrd r?of thlnga a* I nf on. It wj?? certain thnt thaniuld be no nop* Insp^rflon of the ! wondered what Dirk wa* doing far ('own ofyfho rhrht. and Homily e:i|d that mimi' 'I -<1 fool* hart n firlnsr ?!otvn ihere, and lir had ffonr vn tn > r <. h?1 If * ?5*. I thought ihat i . <! I. hut 1 ?v?? chiefly thinking ? nit thr liiMirf <>f hi* mirprl?.? ivhnn I m It-r) nt that Sitjuai" inter and k?v? 0|, to hJm. to ram* on him nt lii*t a1nn??. I^anlnu r,, i cool mtjiinkrr^nt With nii in nn utretclied out on th#? *arth whore p! I an.'< l'j]u rrd dow n townrrld n flnl?h. nl< if nan m uhlflfle "Auld Lnnjc Syne" er rfiltiKly ob 1 came up, an an Intlma- le M TRUE. id you think of the clectric ballet? hocking. !on. But he wa? dreaming about the lrl whose letter I had In my pocket. "Say, old fellow, I've got something >r you. Thing* are all right In the ront and I guess they're all right In ^e rear. Look at this. What's the latter with you?** He held on to the bank. Then I noIced that one leg of his blue trouners as pulled up ns i' ho had slid down nd It had caught In the earth, exposig his thin, white leg. I caught hold f his arm gently. Only one touch, and lien my grasp tightened on him spaslodlcally as I caurtht the falling flgre and pulled !t rcundt Tl'ere tvau a urple spot In h!s forehead. Just at the rhlte line that his fatigue cap made, tut what a face* The blood Jjad reached It and matted Itself In the corers of his staring blue eyes and coaglated blackly over his half-open ?outh. lie must have been dead an our. Both hands were full of the irth that his fingers had tightened on. had to pry them open with a bayoet. I laid hltn down In the trench and toked at the square envelope, trying to )mprehend the break in the logic of L'anla Ttinn T lnnlrn.l nxmii n? *ha ilmmerlng hot sky above the city, and > the Imbecility of the moment I cried: 0, war. war. If you had only known, :>u would not have done this." That letter wont back. 1 never knew . hat was In It. I did not want to now. I had dabbled K with blood. I iiildn't help It. If tht? woman who >nt It ever received It. she must have ondered at the rough heel mark upon . That was where I stamped the war lark of my mad Impulse upon It. VIcksburg surrendered on th<? Fourth I July. What did I rare at the time? seemed to me that they were making n absurd fuss over It. Dick wasn't lere. and what Is a mere surrender? AMONG A LOT OF LETTERS as one That the Editor Was not Permitted to Answer. Detroit Fre#? Pre**: Wllklns had larfeJolned the staff of a wett known newsinor nnil U'a e ivrltnir n nf Bachelor Dreams" that hqd caused a mtlnuou* string: of inquiring letters to yir into th* editor's office. "There'll no doubt abotK It, Wllklns," marked the editor, "you've made a , it! Here are six letters lr> this mall, | |i SC4 SIDr CoSTIIMF PR The Parisian fnf tht? year I* to go to ctremwi In vratertnj-ploc? oovtumea, ine of which ?r? nin\J<* In tfho mint iborato ntylv, bcflounced mh> befrltted i a d?irm* thft?t non* but an eyo-wit>? ? wrruld crodk, while ?n th-? other and tlvere are walWrrjc covtumto ulni< to the verice of au*t*rtty. The i?ead?* costume IMuMrated herewith? t?ikk from Hkn^l'f Baxar- In of the lat- I r dhiu-a it ft. It la mad* of dock blue | 9 ' I asking twice as many question* about the author of your articles. Here's a t*erious case of bear: palpitation of which you are the rfcuse," said he, ho'.din? up . a letter. "This young lady wants your picture.'* "W(Sl, shecaiv't have It," said' Wilton*, nonchalantly as he watched- the smoke curlrd into a graceful wrea/:h about a fare that was always before him in Jmj atfr.utich. "I gave my last one to a po1 1 Iceman last nljj'ht. He wanted it to | stop a thief." ! "Ar.-i herd's another from an o'.d man, | who says that his chief, joy in livir.fi 19 to watch the pn-per for your 'bachelor dreams.' So you see, Wilkin*. my boy, you are of some u.Je in the world." "That remark mtgfc; be pome consolation," drawled W-Mkins, "if I didn't have l to hang It up on the r&me n-all with the I fact that you so seldom tell the truth Quoui me. "WeM, here's another." went on the editor. "It's from a little town In Norway?evidently a tourist?for theTe teems to be a New York uddres*. There ha? probably been some romance In that j girl's life. The thing* you say seem to i make a remarkable impression on her. She wants to know your name and : something about your life. It's a beautiful letter. Head It. Wtoat shafll I tell hfr?" fin Id he, a? he handed- It over. "Shad I Inclose your affection, and tell ; her you're a victim of unrequited love?" J "No said he gravrty. as he suddenly j turned to leave the room, 'Til answer I that letter myself." bumcoco by a name. j The Busy man was Patriotic Rather Than Religious. Detroit rree fress: lie was looning lank and Ivan; he u ore a threadbare suit of black and' under one arm he carried a volume; under the other there was an umbrella which had seen better days. He entered so quietly that Dodson, who was busy at Mb d?*k. d?5d rot hear Mm. "I have here " he began softly. Dodaon wheeled In Ws chair, and took In the situation. "I don't care what you have!" he roared. "Don't you see that sign. 'Peddlers and Book Agents Not Wanted/ or arr? you blind?" "The life of Samson' " continued) the agent wH<h an apologetic rmlle. "Why didn't you say so before?" said Dodson. subsiding. "In one 'volume, price $1 r?0." continued the long, thin- man In black. "I'lt take It." said Dodevn, shortly, I "Good day. sir." [ A few minutes later a friend of Pod 5^?|q?![J :0M HARPf R'S BA7AR. veiling mounted over block MIk. The skirt is of the attached tJourroe variety, Willi tln#>- fold* of black satin outlining the frcrtrt and the toj* of the Uounce. Tho wo'lfft Is smoothly fitted with no truce of u blouse. The narrow cross-tucked vest of white taffeta Is bordered wliih buttoned tabs and email 14ack watiw scroMs. Tho band coWar. which Is of the highest choker type, and the narrow bolt ore both imuVo of tlie <lr<rw* material wHh tiny blark satin border lliwf or/h nappenod la ami ptcktd up ihe vol ume. "HeMo, old man," said he. as he look* It over. "I d<d?'t know you went in fc Bltflcai subjects." "I don't see the Joke," answered Do<d son tefttty. "I believe that !n time* Ilk these every patriotic American oltlse should familiarize himself with th liven of our prominent men who are i the front making history for this irlor ou* country. We neglect tbete thing too ion*. I propose to keep up with th times." "You will have to hurry, If you do, answered his friend drily. "This partU itfar Samson without the p has bee dead1 for three thousand year#. GHOUL-UKE KEVINCE. * Fearful Because it a Worked on the Rai in7 Generation. Washington Star: His eleven-year-ol daughter wan practicing the piano I the parlor. Ills nlne-year-o!d eon wo practicing the violin, In the back ror>: up itilrj. His eight-year-old daugfcu was practicing the violin In the fror room up stairs. He himself sat twW dilng lila thumbs In the Kitting rosii He J id n't look so m?an a? hia remarJ to the friemi who happened In upo I U I .VntMo.l him <> Ho "Love music, don't you?" eald ft friend. "Not much, I don't," replkd the fathc of the family. "Huh? What's your Iflea, then, 1 starting all three of the kids off 1 music i?o early in the game?" "Retenge," said the father of th family. "Revenge? What the dickens ore y talking about?" "Revenge. 'Sins of -the fathom,' yo know. I'm engaged in hitting back i my immediate progenitor* through m children. Pretty' mean, isn't it? Cei talnly it's mean! But I swore a solem oath when my people began putting on me from the tender age of seve that I'd get hunk with some one for I and that's what I'm doing right now. "You *fe, when I was a kid ther wasn't any more music in me than thei Is in a Hoot owl. I couldn't even whlstl through my teeth. I couldn't tell tli difference between n gospel hymn an the 'Sailor's Hornpipe,* and I'm m much .better down to the present mi mewt of speaking. But my father, wh had had a flddle for thirty years with out feeing able to saw three tunes on I was bound flut I should be a vlollnls and my mother, who knew her tw seminary commenement pieces by hear wan equally botfad that I should be pianist. , . . "I was the first kid in the bunch,yo see. and so I got It in 'the neck. M father started me at the violin, and m mother started me <?n the piano. Be tween 'em I was about as miserable small boy as traipsed around the contl nent. I was naturally an out-af-doon shlnny-playlng. creek-swimming sort c >1 v.inner one. but the rnanlc-practlcln crowded this all out of me. It wa practice, practice, practice all the tlmi I had to practice the fiddle an hour be fore going 10 school in the morning, had to practice the piano half an hoti when 1 returned from school for foinc thing to eat at nobn. When I got hom from school at the finish of the aftei noon session?and I got warmed g.wdan proper <f I didn't return on time to dot?I had to practice both the plan and the violin for a couple of haul's be fore supper. The boys would all be out in fror whistling for me, but I'd have to g right on practicing Just >he same. If I* sneale over to the front window to te 'em I couldn't come out. my rnothc would notice the momentary suspenslo of the practicing, and she'd come afu me. After supper my father would rt view me on my violin work for half a hour, and my mother Would pass upo my piano development for another ha! an hour. Then I was permitted to g out to the vacant lot and play with th ?*her kids for awhile, but usually, whe I came In, I'd find my father aatvln away on his fiddle, and he'd corral m and make me play duets with him tint I'd topple over with sleepiness. The simply couldn't pound any music what soever into ine, though This used t please me u great deal. Tt pleases m yet. "After n while I had n regular vloll teacher nnd a regular piano teachei and I had to practice harder than befor but I never learned anything about mi sic. It wasn't In me. For live coll years I was glued to a piano stool an to a violin music rack, and at the end c that time I was an out-and-out duffc at both Instruments. Moreover. I ha to lick a boy every day far guying m because I had to stay in and practlco s much. "I Anally ran away from home to m grandmother's plaee. about eight hur dred miles away, and firmly declined t return home until I had my folks' pre mlse that the music was to be cut ou While I was away from home the plan teacher nnd the violin t* achfr ha formed themselves Into a committee ? two and Informed my people In a net little speech, that they wouldn't beab: tv.o nnvthlntr about music I ton thousand years.aml. so when I wot Imok home, I was given a show for m white alloy. But the sufferings I expo: leneed ilnrlng those five prnctinln years were surely something fierce." "Well." put tn the visitor. "I shottl think that the dose you had wool prompt ?'ou to lot your own young one alone, unless thoy are natural mtis1 clans." . .. "Natural musicians? T'lere Isn t bar of music In the whole three of then My wife thinks they're all genlnses. bt: there isn't lino of tlirm that can hm "Yankee Doodle" without mixing It u with "There'll Bo a Hot Time." An ns for going light on thcm; never! llko Xo mt nero nn? %?? . n. Dvmy and ban?. I May in of nights Just t hear Vm. I particularly enjoy It who tho two toflcliors. violin end piano. ar hero. Tho kids con have anything the want Hint's within my means?bu they've goi to learn music. It'll ?or of oven up th'1 game for me. you poo. "My piano daughter is playing "Mon astery Bells,' you'll notice. D'Je eve hear anything ro atrocious? Well, had to practice that niece f:r two hour a day for months when I was a youn one. Hear that boy murdering th 'Mlacrc' from 'II Trovatore'? 1 had t practice that until I Ml kerflop to th floor from exhaustion'. Moreover, I Ilk to make my neljrhborn aufTer. I like t got my neighbors In here by st ratCg and then have the three kids play fo them nil nt once. T,ot mo bring 'em li now. What, are you going no roon? Lc mo " Her Criti'ism. Chicago New#: They were cvlfteirtl from St. i<oui? anu TMtu u? v .... m? their tvetldfin* tour. While taklt;; |r> th?- rtjrhtu they wumlercd Into the ar nvu*eum, and. paorinK befor* a rtpro ductlon "f the Venus of M(l0, the brld remarked: , , "Th?*> rmi?t think pe?n/.e who come 1 here are R-wfully Ignorant." "Why 80? dearie?" a*ked the othe half "Why *??" exclaimed, with ai air of ^iperlor Intclllprnre. "Of t on t th?t niirii. 'Ilar.Un off,* hanfflnir on tha thing, Juki an If any fool didn't knov they were." A Ilr?T? frnlitlor IJIfl. 8bo wn* decked with eoldlcr button*, Hhn wa* rind In army blue. And nhe wore a tnnrtlul emblem on hor nntty nallor, too. Bui nlnn! a Ilttlo epldrr Crept iirroen thla mnlden a nana, And with all hor warlike trappings Hho icreamed to beat th* band '-New York Herald . v . v/>' i-' DRAMA d * n le ii n t. e e ii o ? First?(before the ovcrti ' Second?Under the staf " First?Wliy is- that? a Sceond?Purely a matt< u y FiXING PIP <1 mm ? - ^ 1?/ J ; 0 - ? 0 Howsoc?What arc you c; r. Cotnsoc?Judging from w 1 it, "The Plumber's Pa i ? ? AN ENTER PR t L ? 'Footer?Where is Sprig] r Sootcr?lie's selling- buil J F.NJO\ (5 e ! - p Tom?My father left Doctor?You seem t IN* ATLANTA^ t: M , ire) Where docs"ih'e orclieslra sit? re. . r of safety. ' ES, ROOFS, ETC - <*" * r ; i i .. ggy-l IPS , : i tiling your country place? hat it cost inc last year, I think I'll call radisc." .ISING GENTLEMAN. ? ' M ' V| | iitly, nowadays? . (ling lots in the suburbs oi Santiago. ' YOURSELVES. ftlwj -?>^1 mca cool million. o be having a warm time spending it