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Til W E KL- - IZ, - WJINNSBORO. S.C., FEBRUARY 13. WOO.ESALHD18.
THE BOYS ARE THERE.
(keep a-readin' the papers, for the mother
- sne says, says s'ie:
"I reckon they'll have some news to-day of
the fightin' over the sea.
I wish that the war was ended!" That is
her daily prayer.
*- She made a ttin for the re;irnent, and she
knows that the boys are there:)
['mind me how that m)raia when we heard
the buzles blo w
~ " tto r.i brgatrides were formin', she
told ttie boys to go!
How they left their farewall kLsses on her
lips an' sl.ver hair,
An' marchel aw.ty for the fla Ahat day.
. ..She knowz that th, boys ar
For many a messa-o has eo:ne to her 'erost
the ocean's foamy track:
"The $fig still waves O'er the re,iment
we're beatin' the rebels back!"
An' "Love an' lift% to you, mother, 'acath
-ethe home skies sweet an' fair."
h, her heart's at sea with her country,
"-- for she knows that the boys are there.
But when, in the evenin shadow, te wail
o' the wind = ho hears,
She.looks afar where the broaa seas are,
tbrough a sie:at raia o: toars:
An' I sav-I say: "f.Iey'il U3 home some
day; thera'il be a stop on the stair,
An' brave, strong arms around yon et the
- boys who are nghtt' there!"
Au..that is hlr sx3etest conort, an' her
tears they co-tse to flow;
"Oh, I'mind me-oh, In'mind me how I
told the boys to go!"
Yes, an' you made a flag for them:-the
flag of your ecuntry fair-"
%th her head on my breast she whispers:
'Tm glad that the bnvs are the'-e:"
-F. L. Sta'. ton,
_ @Qosu. bytOe sword
Y AARON MASON
ing, in the
- ear 1151. A
hnui i d re d
I rmed men
- -marched orer
e to tho Convent of St. Botolphs.
he were under the leadership of an
old man in the ha1bit of a pilgrim,who,
not*ithstanding the cold northeaster
which was blowing,over the fens. rode
are-lieaded before them. .At the gate
of the^cozvent they halted, and sev
eral of the men battered with their
mail-6Wd fists and the hilts of their
swor.ds dn the huge port.
"Who is there?" cried a voice which
creaked like an uneasy hinge.
: The Knights 'of Swinton," an
erod the gra beard; in deep, thick
ady," answered the old man. "I
shall need all my keenness to choose
11 man from these."
"They are as we agreed," replied
the Abbess. "Didst thou think t)
I outwit a woman?" She showed her
white teeth as she said this. and a
perceptible titter ran along the line of
veiled women-one of the flgares al
most shook with merriment.
"Here -s my chuice," said the
Franklin at last, laying his hand np
on a tall, strong figure, the muasclesof
whose arcas showed plainly, cv:i
through the heavy draping.
The Abbess now laughed aloud.
"Drop thy veil, Annette," said she,
"and show the graybeard the kind of
man thou art."
"They laugh best who laugh last.
my lady," answered the old man, his
discomtiture making him almost rude.
"I have yet two choices. Here is my
He pointed to a are through whose
veil an elongated chin and an aquiline
nose were very plainly ontlinied, The
veil was dropped, and disclosed a
"Doff thy falsity, Lucille," said the
She did not laugh now. Sh was
watching too closely the old man. He
had retreatad slowly, almost imper
ceptibly to the gate, and stood beside
the decrepit porter. As the mask fell
from the novice's face and disclosed
features almost ridiculously feminine,
he drew his sword with one hand, and
crying, "Then choose I with this!"
blew a shrill blast on a little silver
bagle-at his girdle. It was a signal.
He set his foot to the open grate,
toward which came galloping ihe
armed knights from the foot of the
The Abbess rose to her feet. Tho
veiled and unveiled women fled
screaming. But. one of them stayed
beside the Abbess. She, a slight and
frai I-appearing figure, stepped to the
table, seized the naked sword, and, as
she stripped the veil from her face,
and it also must be owned the cloth
ing from her right arm and shoulder,
saidpuietly to the Abbess:
"Fear n-orhing, madam. I will pro
The knights halted at The gate and
- "Madam,!:said .the old man, "be
hold my'third choice!"
iThe Abbess. bit her lip.
"My. sqn';, boldness and not thy
ruse hath outwitted me, Sir Gray
The oid man bowed.
"Henri," said the- Abbess, turning
to-iher son hich. wouldst thou
rather? Sir- Knight or Sir
G ITLE thousands looked
/yT, o, ePecI anymo
/ genctto see i end in a
OL c u xpect?11-any l
traylt, a woiLau was res
ced froil a urning U uiding at No.
153 Third avenue, on a recent after
non, relate:3 the New York ' une.
Ti1e heru in the case is Thon le
hanty, of N. .15:3 Third arenize, the
adjoining house. Ilis work was de
clare,t by those who saw it a superb
exhibition1 of cool nerve.
The womau is Mrs. Mary Paterson.
.%e is twenty-six vears oldl. She came
so nea1r to ius:ug her life that she is
now ill from the shock and her condi
tion is serions.
The buiiding is a three-story brick.
The ground Hoor is occupied, by Mel
lon van Tolla. wibr uses it for a milk
store. Th second floor is unten
anted. Mrs. Patetrson lived in the
front Fart of the third or top floor,
w!ile Aaron Catlan lived in the rear.
The fire started iu the basemEnt.
It spre d to the ai shaft, and then to
the third floor. The only person at
home seemed to be Mrs. Paterson.
She had been sleepiu and was awa,.
oned by the cra-kling of the flames.
Her room was becoming filled with
smoke. and the fire had cut off the
Stairwav. The woman was so fright
ened that she ran to the front window
and prepar-d to jump. Somebody in
'he street saw her. A cry of horror
"Don't jamp! The firemen are com
in'g". yelled a score of people. But
the flames were near her. She stood
.n tie sill, covered her cyes with her
lants, and would have jumned if she
had not beeu seized.
Thomas Delehazty lives on the third
floor of tae next building and on a
level with Mrs. Paterson's rooms. He
heard the crowd and saw her peril.
There is an eighteen-inch stone ledge
running along under the windows of
the two honses and out on this Dele
hanty crawled. The smoke was pour
ing out of the windows of No. 155 in I
bliuding volumes, and he was at the
window where Mrs. Paterson stood
almost before,46 crowd realized it.
Every one wan hey
didn't dare, how
too much at
side. The wound did not kill the
animal, but it snbdaned him com
pletely, and he allowed himself to be
led away into captivity again, lieking
his chops in evident enjoyment of the
brief space in which he fo-got the dis
grace of being a perfc ming tame
bear and transformed hiraself into a
Mrs. Reed hugged her son to her
breast-not ss hard as the bear did,
it is true--but still har-l enough to
make him wince. As fo John, he
cried himself to sleep again, and
never once gave a thought to the won
derful tale he will have to tell to his
children and grandchildren.
Tattered leroes in Luzon.
The splendid minner in which the
American soldiers in Luzon are doing
their work should excite the heartiest
admiration on the nart of the folks at
home. The reports of the hardships
suffered by General Lawton's men in
their chaso of Aguinaldo show that
the most forbidding difficulties have
not deterred the troops from their ad
vance. They have plunged into an
unknown country, flooded by the ex
traordinary raius, through dense
jungles, far beyond their wagons and
base of supplies. Heat, dimpness,
cold, hunger and sickness have not
stayed them. The si(k h..re willingly
taken their chances on the roadside,
to await succor. The spirit of the
army has. been magnificent. Evei-y
man seems to have been imbued with
the realization of a grim task to be
General Lawton himself is a soldier
of established reputationa. a man of
intrepid courage and keen sagacity can
the frontier. whose experience in the
Indian campaigns has fitted him e
ceptionally for his presen. isssign
ment. He is the embodiment of en
ergy and determination. His men
have always had the greatest con
fidenc in him, and their present
demonstration indicates,that he has
carried this prestige }pto Luzon
amidst the strange surro ulings of a
The fill story of this : cently in
augurated campaign ip p it of the
Tagal rebel w hen final to '
stand algngside so A the fi
records of Amei. There
has been a - mum
There have been 1
for personal heroism
has almost always fle
before the American
and there a man has ?
Tagal ballet, while man,
succumbed to the
* anation. so a the rai
T Al KLONDIKE INEWSY.
FORTUNE IN SIGHT OF A ONE-LECGED
LAD FROM SEATTLE.
A Kind Irishmana Carried im Over the
Pass, He Saw the Opp )rtunity Open
to Him, and N:,w lie lIai Profltable
Contracts to Supply Reading Matter.
All Dawson. in the Kiondike. is in
terested in a cne-legged newsboy, and
when after a year's stay there be
started ou his returv to the States all
the men of the towfi and the miners
from the creeks formed a procession
and marched to the landing to wish
him godspeed and a quick return.
Piug, the hero of this occasion, has
accomplished what means as much to
the miners as the yellow earth they
are digging from the bowels of the
earth; The boy has .established an
independent, and, storms permitting, a
regular newspaper service for Dawson
and the creeks beyond. He has
founded the nucleus of a circulating
library, and with his own ten-dog
tear-s will send to his customers every
week a library book, a newspaper, a
magazine and mail. The papers are
twenty-five cents each, magazines S2
each and books $2 a month. Mail he
carries merely as an accommodation,
but never receives less than twenty
fire cents a letter, and often in addi
tion any loose dust the miner may
have handy. He has received as
much as $16 in dust for a letter, and
the man was "so glad to see a human
being and have something to read"
that he thought he had the best of
the bargain. Uncle Sam and Canada
carry gJ% . ii d n r a prescribed
-ight, but refuse on
matter, including ewspap a -
zines or books. The expressage is :
a pouad and many monthly pEriodi
cals weigh as much as that.
In and about Dawson are men of
edncation from every country and
every one of them wants something
to read. When the lights must be lit
for the long night as early as 3 o'clock,
it means a good many idle hours till
the twilight begins at 9 next morning.
In. the cabins, the great need is read
ing matter to shorten the long, silent
ion. s when they cannot work. The
t the miners' working. season
and the3 t stay on their claims
ut ont -old. Within a radius
'les the men walk
consignments which he sold. . Ha
bought do- teams and sent the papers
to his customers out on the creeks.
When the boats could not get to
Davwson it meant no more papers. In
the meantime Ring had got in about
five hundred volumes for his library
and had fully as many patrons as
books, which paid him $1000 a month
at the rate of 82 a month each. Ring
saw his opportunity and decided to
o to the States, make his arrange
ments with publishers of papers to
become exclusive agent; He could
come out by rail and boat and had
plenty of money. He made arrange
ments to purchase two fine dog teams
of fourteen dogs each, : It will estab
lish an independent serv ge for him
self from Skagway, where the railroad
ends, to Dawson. The trip can be
made in thirty-five days at a cost of
about .4330, and the sledgc. will carry
500 to 700 pounds of reading matter.
There will be two trips a month,
which will bring the news in anhent
of Daw:son every two weeks.
So the little one-legged newsboy is
to be an important personage in Daw
son. One year more and Ring will
be a rich man, for good chances are
often offered him and he has plenty
of ready money to take advantage of
opportunities.-New York Sun.
How the Buay Lawyer Got lia of a
The busy lawyer had jnst finished
drawing up the deed and was about to
slip on his coat and go over to the City
Hall when the door of his office opened
and a man with a copper-riveted smil
i ttiir ~ n nois
e inquired softh, and drew from be
1 a :m a little flat black ease with
":Yes," replied the lawyer, linger
ing at the end of his desk.
The caller approached, opening the
case as he did so. From its interior
he jerked a calf-bound volume with
"I should like to show you our new
'History of Orxtory,' " he began; "it:.
takes you from the day of Demosthenes
and Periclee down to the hour of Tom
Reed and Jerry Simpson. It is to be
issued in monthly parts. You observe
the style of the'volnne; perhaps yo
would like to look at my Ii
The busy lawyer brok
with, "I would like
in fact:I -
How to Tell a Good sponge.
Good sponges are always dark 1
color. The pale yellow ones have
been bleach.e&-in. vitriol, which in
jures their texture .and makes them
less durable. To eean sponges soak
in strong salt water, knead and rinse
in clean water..
Sachets For Bed Linen.
Instead of sprinkling lavender
among the bed linen of the linen
closet, as- their grandaiothers 'd,
many housekeepers now k'eep th
sheets and pillow cases between large
sachets, which are perfumed with
lavender, sweet clover or delicately
scanted sachet powde- Others, who
like the odor of the 1'piney woods,"
keep flat sachets filled with pine
needles tacked at the' corners and
sides of the mattresses. This odor is
thought by some people to be sleep
producing. Other housekeepers sua
pend dainty sachet bags from the
corners.of bedstead,bureauand dress
ing table, in order to-obtain&Alicate
odor in the room.
Olive Oil a Valaable Food.
Many housekeepers consider olive
oil.so expensive that it must:beinsed
sparingly. This is oiat for
it is one of the most,v
especially fofiilcatand ous
persons and for grogngishi en. -
Most of us, indeed, a en
salad lightl ess
lemon jt,ce once a day.
way o'of the difficultyzis
a go0-d Italian grocery, where th
i4 re to be found, imported
sna costing about one-third of i
price when sold in botles. It ap
pears, indeed, to be &Zifferent oil, as
it has a slightly greenish' tinge. - Its
flavor, however, is delicious andfs
purity evident.- Once used it will not
be given up. ,*
Placing Food in the
There is a