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AT THE DESERT'S MARGE.
I can still recall, though the lapse is Ions
Since that spectral hour of even-sons.
How the sun from the desert sky-line
made
The pyramids cast a wedge of shade
Toward the tawny river, and how the
- moon.
Over the minarets peering soon.
Flung the segment of shadow back.
Long and peaked and purple-black.
While the Sphinx, inscrutable, brooded
by.
And the gaunt bats gathered momently,
Swooping and circling here and there.
Like evil dreams, in the haunted air;
And a great flamingo, winged in flight,
A giant rope in the gloaming light.
I still can hear from far aloof.
Drifting out from a wattled roof
And & blistered clay wall bare and mean.
The cheerless chant of the fellaheen
A medley of shrilly barbarous bars
Jangling and jostling up to the stars.
X still can catch, divinely blent.
The clove and citron and jasmine scent
From th distant gardens and orchards
blown
uut to the marge of the desert zone;
And etll. can feel about me cast
The clutching spell of the veiled and vast
And never-fathomed wide sand sea
Its ancient magic and mystery.
Here might the flower of wonder ope
The mystical lotus-bloom of Hope
Showing a calyx where, opal-wise,
Glisten the dews of Paradise.
.Here might the dreams that the Prophet
krew
Marvel and mlracle--come true;
The genii-guarded gates of Doom
Rise from their Infinite depths of gloom;
Heaven descend, and Its .portals swing
Back with ethereal cadencing.
And a voice of more than mortal breath
Whisper the secret of life and death.
CllrUon Scollard, In the Century.
The Iron
Brigade
A STORY OF THE ARMY
OP THE POTOMAC
By GEN. CHARLES KING
Author of "Norman Holt." "The Colonal'B
Daughter," " Fort Frayn." Etc.
Copjrlgbt, 1903. by G. W. Dillingham Co.
CHAPTER XX. Continued.
Dr. Chilton, to whom he had
written on almost any provocation and
who had gratefully and promptly an
swered his Sharpsburg missive, giving
young Pelham's message, now wrote
sot at all. "He seems sad and brood
ing," said Jack, in the one letter thai,
young gentleman had managed to
send through since his incarceration.
Jack was well enough to resume duty
and most eager for exchange, but ne
gotiations hung fire unaccountably, so
aaid he, and Benton thought he knew
the reason why. Lounsberry had been
Rack again in Richmond over six
weeks now, exchanged and restored
to his old and influential post in the
war department. ' Lounsbarry could
te counted on to lose no chance to in
jure the Chiltons, father or son, and
30 long as It was possible he would
block all plan to exchange Jack Chil
ton, thereby lending color to the stories
spread about in Virginia that poor
Jack rather tried to be caught and to
stay caught, such hard fighting as his
"fellow Virginians had to do being little
to his taste. It would hae burned
6 is heart out with fury had he known
it, but few of us begin to realize the
half of what is whispered to our detri
ment, else there would be deportation
of sensitive souls or deserved destruc
tion in the army of detractors. Jack
was nearly mad with misery when told
of Stuart's impudent dash at Cham
bersburg and the second circling of the
Army of the" Potomac. He was theu
just beginning to stump around quite
comfortably. Elinor and the squire
had returned to the west, the former
with red-rimmed eyes and pallid
cheeks. No one knew how she had
sorrowed over the sad news about
Ladue. It was that, though, that
eeemed to break the ice of Rosalie's
reserve, for now, for the first time,
the Virginia girl read the secret of her
Wisconsin would-be friend, and melted
to her instantly. It was that, though
they rarely spoke his name, that led
to the letters now passing frequently
between them. It was through that
correspondence the sisterhood began
that, despite trial and trouble, proved
eventually so sure an alliance in time
cf need.
But though Elinor wrote in many a
page of her brother, and in only a few
referred to Paul and then only as
"he" or "him" Rosalie would write
only of the latter. Ordinarily this
would have led to resentment and a
breach. Now it did not, for what Rosa
Be had to say was stirring new hope
tnto the somber current of the western
-girl's monotonous life. .Rosalie had
.mazed and rejoiced her, about the .end
cf October, by the assurance that she
believed Capt Lamar to be totally mis
taken. It was true, she admitted, that
Paul Ladue had not been seen with
Ewell's division, but neither had Ew
tll, as yet for the latter had not ber
eorae accustomed to a cork leg yet she
had tidings from "friends" who, she
would not say that Paul Ladue was
still alive when borne from the awful
lront of Gibbon's guns,, then belching
canister in double rounds. "More dead
than alive he looked," said her inform
ant, but while she had no tidings of
his present whereabouts, neither was
there any record of his death.
on the Rappahannock, and made him
the more eager to communicate with
some one across that modern Rubi
con some one who could speak ad
visedly. But though there were places
near the fords up stream where the
cavalry vedettes sat long hours in sad
facing. - and often vithia '-hailing
distance of each - other,- the " order
against communication of any kind
had become exacting, for it was evi
dent that Burnside was marshaling his
grand divisions for a move.
In the early summer time, when he
hated to leave the front and longed to
push on to Richmond or Charlottes
ville, Benton had been summoned to
Washington. Now, when he longed to
go to Washington, there was prospect
of a midwinter dash across the Rap
pahannock. News of the Chiltons was
sorely disquiet! sg. Rosalie would not
write. Jack, in prison camp, could
not, except to kindred, and the doctor
evidently shrank from writing. It
was a winter of courts-martial at the
capital, and several such tribunals
were in session, trying officers of vari
ous grades. Many new regiments had
come and were held about the city
until suitably drilled and disciplined.
As a consequence the avenues again
were alive with uniforms, the hotels
crowded, and many thrifty households
were "coining" money taking boarders.
Mention has been made of Dr. Chil
ton's sister, with whom they were
again dwelling after their return from
the summer seashore. Being only
moderately well-to-do, and besieged
with applications, she had yielded to
pressure and let two of her rooms to
officers sojourning in the city. Then
one of these, ordered west, begged
leave to present a successor, a major
of a new regiment, who. being a
"smart" lawyer, had been assigned to
duty as a judge advocate of a court
for the trial of officers of rank in the
volunteers. When the squire wrote
that McKinnon had been appointed
major of a newly raised regiment and
ordered with it to Annapolis, Fred
Benton felt, so great was his antipa
thy, a vague sensation of annoyance
and chagrin. Three weeks later when
Col. Goff. of the teenth, came down
to pay the Iron Brigade a two-days'
visit, the young staff officer was con
founded to hear that Maj. McKinnon
had just found domicile under the same
roof that shielded Dr. Chilton and the
lady of his love. It meant mischief
and Benton knew it.
One bleak December morning Ben
ton had ridden with his general down
the river bank on the Stafford side
and sat watching the work of the
engineers. The pontoon wagons were
being run to the front, and many an
officer and man looked at the heavy,
ungainly boats and the long loads of
balk and chess, then studied the dis
tant line of heights across the stream,
"IMMEDIATE."
saying little but thinking much. Who
ever sought to storm that crest had a
precious job on hand, was an expurga
tion of the way in which the average
veteran expressed his individual views.
And while seated in saddle, shivering
in the wind blowing from the distant
Chesapeake,, and wishing the chief
would quit his comments on the orders
of the corps commander and trot home
to dinner, Benton caught sight of a
little column of cavalry riding deject
edly in from the far left flank. Horses
jaded, men disgusted, and three or
four prisoners in their wake looked
worst of all. "Where d'ye s'pose those
dam-fools have come from?" asked
the general, cheerfully. "Captain," he
cried, hailing the officer in command.
"what you got there?"
The officer touched his cap, turned
out of column, so as not to halt the
methodical march, rode up toward the
general and said: "Prisoners, sir, taken
by one of our scouting parties a few
miles down, and sent in by us, for most
of these horses with me have to be
shod."
' By this time the greater part of the
troop, in their ugly light blue over
coats, had plodded by, and the squad
of prisoners came footing it wearily
after. Foremost,of these a tall, thin
faced, ungainly specimen, dressed in
one of those self-same cavalry over
coats, glanced curiously at the general
from under his broad-brimmed slouch
hat; threw a look over the blue-nosed,
watery-eyed pair of orderlies at his
back, and then on Benton and a broth
er aide, sitting a few yards aside; then
instantly a flash of recognition shot
over his face, and he called aloud:
"There, captain. There's a gentle
man who will vouch for what I say.
Ask Capt. Benton."
It was our friend Jennings, he of the
stone house and the Warrenton pike,
and Jennings would not be denied.
He plunged into a voluble story to the
listening chief, despite the efforts of an
Irish trooper to prod him forward.
- "D'you know him?" asked the gen
eral, shortly, as he turned to Benton.
"He says you do. .
"I saw him once or twice, sir." was
the guarded answer. "I do not know
him further than that he held Gen. Mc
Dowell's pass and went in and out of
our lines at will last summer."
"And "I'm just "as loyal 'as :. I 'was
then," protested Jennings, "only they
caught me down here trying to help
some folks of mine that were sick and
nigh starving ;- ,- ;
But the general shut him off Impa
tiently. He was giving ear to the
words of the captain, who had ridden
closer.
Col. Hammond' ordered his ar
rest, sir, because of papers in his uos-
session, showing he was mixed up in
the aiding of Confederates officers
across the Potomac. They eot one of
em too weak to ride. He's in that am
bulance yonder and the-, drae-nnn
pointed to the .yellow-painted vehicle
coming bouncing among the ruts and
ridges of the frozen roadway. A faint
moan issued from beneath the canvas
cover as the driver reined up, and Ben
ton, moved by compassion, urged his
horse past the silent, passive column
and peered in through the opening at
the back. The next instant he was out
of saddle, and the rear spring bent un
der his weight as he leaped upon the
steps. Then they ; heard his ' voice in
tones of mingled grief, joy and amaze:
Paul! Paul! Dear old boy. don't you
know me?"
CHAPTER XXI.
BEARDING THE LION IN HIS DEN.
Over the useless slaughter of the field
of Fredericksburg it were best to draw
the veil. Far down at the left flank the
old brigade groped its way through
dripping fog and lay in line of battle,
having little to do but wait orders, and
catching only occasional shots from
the southern guns along the heights.
Old hands under fire, the veterans
officers and -men lay close and kept
still. Their rifles could effect nothing
against an' enemy uphill and behind
entrenchments. New hands, not yet
used to battle, were not so quiet, and
the gallant colonel of the great battal
ion of Wolverines, big almost as the
rest of the brigade, thought it neces
sary to ride up and down his line, ex
horting his men to steadiness in loud
and powerful voice. "It lets 'em know
I'm here," said he. to the expostulant
commander of the next door regiment.
"I see," said the latter, as a volley
flashed down from Early's fellows
along the crest, "and it also lets the
enemy. Your men will be steadier
without the telling," which reasoning
the colonel pondered over and accepted.
He and his thoroughbreds were spoil
ing for a chance to show their neigh
bors from the adjoining states that
they were quite as valiant as the
vaunted old brigade. "Give us half a
chance," said he, "and then you look
out for the Wolverines."
But neither Fredericksburg nor
Chancellor8ville, nor Virginia, nor even
Maryland afforded the longed-for op
portunity. Not until the midsummer
morning of the first day at Gettysburg
did their time come, but when it came
it proved a test the like of which had
never been met before, even in that
hard-fighting, hard-hammered com
mand. Meanwhile, what had not befallen
other actors in our story notably the
Damon and Pythias of the ante-bellum
days, Benton and Paul Ladue.
"Seems to have 'bout as many friends
among the rebs as he has on our side
of the line," had the division com
mander remarked of Benton, though in
a moment of exaggerated biliousness,
the day after the retreat from the
southern shore. Fred's new general
had come in for a rasping from the
corps commander, because the lead
ing brigade took the wrong road in
the rain and darkness, and so delayed
matters over an hour. It happened
that Benton had guided the division
to its first position on the field; that
he had been sent to find Gen. Frank
lin; that when he returned with a
message from the latter officer, the
division was in motion, and the com
mander had ridden off to speak with
Gibbon or somebody else, and Benton
followed, of course, in search of his
chief, instead of staying with the head
of column. Finding himself -rebuked,
the general reprimanded Benton in the
presence and hearing of officers and
men. Benton's heart and' temper being
both sore and tried, he had replied
with much spirit, if not subordination,
to the effect that the message he was
charged to deliver-admitted of no de
lay; that if the general had been where
he belonged there would have been no
delay; and that sooner than submit
to such injustice he would ask to be
relieved from staff duty forthwith, and
wrote that very night to his old friend
and general, then a member of an im
portant military tribunal at Washing
ton, begging -his advice and interven
tion, and telling him, of course, the
story of poor Ladue. -
But, being coupled with another, that
story was now almost an old one at the
capital, for thither had the poor lad
been sent and Jennings with him;
Paul looking, indeed, "more dead than
alive," for a strange, eventful history
had been his ever since the dreadful
morning north of - Sharpsburg that
stretched him senseless in front of Gib
bon's furious guns. "Killed," said La
mar and other officers who saw him
borae away in a blanket "Mortally
wounded," said the hospital attendants
who first ministered to him, back of
the Dunker church, where reigned
confusion 'inexpressible- owing to the
appalling number of those needing
surgical aid. How he got there or be
yond, Paul never knew until long
thereafter. Tenderhearted Virginians
had concealed him until he was well
enough to move about. Odd asJt may
seem, the most practicable way for
southern soldier to go. from the Poto
mac to his own people was by way of
the north. "Through the kind Virgin
ians, civilian clothing was bought for
their Interesting captive, and by mid
November Paul was safely under the
roof of a well-to-do and most" active
! southern, sympathizer "ia r?ltlcer5.
These were details which Ladue
could not reveal at the time. He had
revived sufficiently to recognize Benton
and to speak feebly a few moments;
but that very jiight, In -the fog and
darkness, was begun the building of
the bridges, the crossing of the left
grand division, and Fred could only
leave his poor friend with the sur
geons and hasten , back to his-duty.
Four days later, when he would have
ridden to the hospital camp in search
of him, it was too late. Urgent orders
had come from Stanton himself, the
great and growing war secretary, to
send the prisoner patient thither as
soon as he could be moved. Jennings
had already gone under strong guard.
and all Benton could learn at the mo
ment was that there had been a break
from prison camp; that, aided by resi
dents of Baltimore and of Charles
county, sonjft confederate officers had
escaped to the Potomac; and, while
some of the party had succeeded in
crossing, one boat had been fired on
and swamped. Two of the officers
had been captured, one being poor
Paul, who had been nearly drowned.
and was found in a fisherman's hut not
far from Mathjas Point. Two of the
party were still at large. Arrests of
suspected civilians, had been made,
both in Washington and Baltimore,
and certain secret service officials had
been summarily discharged by order
of the secretary, as being unworthy
to hold positions of such trust and
responsibility.
"Stanton is a terror," said Fred's
informant, a staff officer just from
Washington. "God help the man that
has to bump up against Stanton just
now!" .
It was now some SC. hours after
Fred's serious difference with his di
vision commander. Ha had sent an
urgent appeal to his old general to be
set free from further contact with these
things he almost loathed. He looked
for answer within the week, and, tak
ing advantage of the permission, cold
ly accorded him by the chief of staff,
to be absent over night, he had gone,
heavy-hearted, to his old friends of the
Iron Brigade, and sought at their hands
the sympathy and consolation- to be
expected of men who had themselves
felt that the " official atmosphere was
frigid where' once it had been so fair.
And it was here, on Thursday morning,
while breakfasting with the genial
commander of the Black Hats and lis
tening to his philosophic advice to
"take things coolly" and that "all
would come right," he was surprised by
the coming of a cavalry orderly,
splashed with mud, who bore a missive
addressed by the adjutant-general of
the division and marked "Immediate."
With a word of apology to Col. Fair-
child and his officers, Benton tore it
open, and two papers fell out. One
read:
Capt. Benton: Enclosed Just re
ceived. The . general says you better
come this way where the necessary
orders will meet you, and you can get
what luggage' you need. There will be
steamers going all the evening.
"(Signed) BRSWSTER. A. A. G."
The -second was a telegram to the
commanding general, th division,
th corps, and bore the singular re
semblance to one received on almost
the same ground some seven months
previous:
"Secretary of War desires to see
Capt. Benton of your staff at once.
Take first boat. Intermediate com
manders notified. No -delay.
"L. THOMAS, Adjutant-General."
To Be Continued.
ONE THING LEFT FOR HIM.
And the Beat Thlngr for Those Who
Had to Listen to His
Ratline.
"I don't know what the world's .com
ing to!" growled the testy old gentle
man in the corner of the compartment,
relates London Tit-Bits. "Talk about
individual rights, where are they?"
The other passengers were apparent
ly content to listen, so the man with
the disordered liver continued:
"If I walk-on the footpath, I get
jammed between a couple of perambu
lators; if I stand a moment, I'm or
dered to move on by the police; if I
attempt to cross the street, some fool
of a cyclist is bound to imperil his
worthless neck and my limbs by ar
ranging a collision; if I travel by. tram
or 'bus, I can't choose my company;
if I took to swimming to and from
the office, some idiot in a boat would
brain me with an oar; If I fly But
what's the good of talking? I wonder
if there's one single, solitary thing I
could do without fear of molestation?"
"Yes," replied a burly navvy in the
corner. "You might die, guv'nor!"
Knew Wbt He Was Doln.
An Indian chief was crossing a wide
and rapid stream in a canoe with hi3
mother, who was very old, and his
wife. The canoe upset and the chief
swam out with his mother, though
the old squaw begged him to save his
wife and leave her to drown, as she
had not many moons to live, anyway.
WTien he reached the shore some of
the tribe who had witnessed the event
questioned the soundness of his judg
ment, for the same reason given by
the old squaw; but the chief put an
end to the discussion with this remark,
"Ugh! get heap more squaw!- Never
get another. mother!" J. D. Anderson,
in Notes and Queriesi
'
Too Comforta1I.
Mrs. Wood I sympathize with yon
'deeply. It must be very painful to
lose a fortune.
Mrs. nluck It's terrible. When -we
were rich ,we used nothing, but the
most exquisite antique furniture, but
it's all gone, every piece.
'The new furniture which you bar
hero looks rery comfortable -
That's the trouble. It is so comfort
able that I am continually reminded
of the awful Izzt till it. is not antiqua.
FINALLY VEDS HIS
LDHG-L0ST LOVE
A. REJECTED SUITOR- REMAINS
TRUE TO OLD SWEETHEART. -
REUNITED BY AN ACCIDENT
New York Teacher Marries Kan She
Spurned Forty Years Ago Story
of the Remarkable
Romance,
- Kingston, N. Y. After years'
separation Miss Margaret Cadwell
and Irving Kinney, of Janesville, N. Y.,
met by accident in the village hotel
at New Paltz the other night, and
their marriage in this city 24 hours
later completed their remarkable ro
mance. Miss Cadwell was the belle of
Janesville 40 years ago, and had many
suitors, among the most" ardent being
Kinney, a handsome young fellow, of
good family and education, who swore
that no woman but Maggie Cadwell
should ever be his wife. He laid his
heart and fortunes before her, only to
be refused.
Shortly after the rejection of his
suit Kinney left Janesville. Occasion
ally reports of his successes reached
home and found their way to Miss
Cadwell. Whether she repented over
the coldness with which she had re
ceived Kinney's advances is her se
cret. In a few years, rejecting all
other suitors, she decided to devote
her life- to school-teaching, and she,
too, left Janesville. With the death
of .her family and friends the last ties
that bound her to the village where
she was born were severed years ago.
When Kinney had seen enough of
the world to deaden, as he thought,
HE ASKED THE WOMAN IPHE MIGHT
SPEAK WITH HER.
the pangs that had returned whenever
he thought of his boyish love, he re
turned to Janesville. The old wounds
were reopened. He inquired where
Miss Cadwell had gone, but no one was
able to tell him. She had passed out
of his life, he thought, but he deter
mined to keep his youthful vow, and
thereafter no woman, no matter how
beautiful or charming, received more
than a passing glance from him, and
he devoted himself to his work.
The friends of his youth had retired
and their place was being taken by
a ' younger generation, but still the
love of the man remained. In the
meantime Miss Cadwell had become
a membsr of the faculty of the New
York state normal school, at New
Paltz, Ulster county.
Among the strangers at the village
hotel the other afternoon was one wno
kept looking across the table at a a is-,
tinguished looking woman. His heart'
almost Stopped beating. He thought
he recognized the face that had been
enshrined in his heart for 40 years.
As" soon as he could recover his self
possession he leaned over and asked
the woman if he could speak with her
for a few minutes alone. The 'request
was graciously granted "and they re
tired to the hotel parlor. What was
said is their secret
The stalwart stranger and Miss
Cadwell came to Kingston Thursday
night, and at the home of Mrs. Mar
garet Conklin, a friend of thebrides.
they were married. When wedding
music was proposed one of the few
guests suggested that the occasion
was too unusual for ordinary wedding
marches, and only the love songs fa
miliar 40 years ago were played at the
romantic wedding. , .
Indians Eat Two Americans.
Los 'Angeles. Evidence showing that
Henry Miller and Augustus Olinder,
who left this city last year on an ex
pedition to Tiburon island, in the Gulf
of California, were killed and eaten by
a tribe of cannibals on the island, was
received recently. A letter to George
W. Know, of this city, contained the
information that a pair of dried hu
man hands, the charred remains of a
huge feast-fire and circles of an In
dian war dance were discovered by a
trapper on the shore of the Inland
near a deserted Indian village. ' '
Girl's Daring; Peat.
Waterbury, Conn. Gri3ella Held, 15
years old and chief in all the Innocent
mischief in her class in the grammar
school in. Rockrille, answered a dare
from her classmates by climbing to
the pinnacle of a big stack of a man
ufacturing plant. It is of concrete and
rises 180 feet Grisella never faltered
until she placed a flag on the very top
of the big stack. . The girl made the
ascent by means of ladders and a rope
uulda the chimney.
FIGHTS FOUR v BEARS
WITH A BROKEN GUN.
Hunter Mends Old Weapon by Strik
ing On Bruin Over Head with It
. and wins Desperate Battle.
Utica. N. Y. -Ernest Drew, at Tu
Lake. few dJ asvr'in romnai-..Mltb)
several friends, ; Trent on a, Aer hunt
ing expedition .'HTh . .-ty went , to
the DogTiver country and started Into
the woods, separating: Mr. Drew was
alone. Suddenly he was startled by a
crashing noise close by. and, , looking
up, saw four bears two large ones and
two cubs coming his way.
Mr. Drew's rifle had gotten out of
order the day before, and he was
HE SWUNG HIS CLUBBED GUN AT
THE FOREMOST BEAR.
armed with a shotgun which he had
lAiiiuweu. x ue veil u luges vtcr.e lu&asa
with buckshot, but a healthy bear will
absorb a lot of that kind of lead end
not worry a bit. Drew fired at the
foremost bear. It was evidently struck,,
for it stnrmeri reared un and then cam
on with a rush, the other three follow-,
ing. The touch the big bear had got .
iiiituueueu it juiu a. iuij auu ejLdieu
the others. ,
They bore down upon the hunter and l
Drew's heart went into his throat with
a bound as he tried to repeat the shot :
and found that the cartridge had so
choked the old-fashioned gun that the
hammer would not fall.
The bears scrambled over the brush,
apparently vieing with each other In
an - attempt to reach their foe first.
Seeing that death lay in attempting '
retreat, Drew stood firm and tried to
get the gun to work. It was of no
avail, and beads of perspiration stood
out on his forehead as he turned hia
gun around and swung it at the in
jured bear, which was in the lead. '
The sweeping blow took the bear
on the head and dazed him momentari
ly. It was enough, for in that blow the
cartridge had been pushed Into the gun -and,
recovering the correct hold on it.
Drew sent the charge into the bruin's
heart and killed him Instantly.
The other three bears were near by
that time and it was in the critical
moment that Drew got his gun reload
ed and sent out another dose that laid
out the other big bear. As the cubV
eaur tVio last nf tholr crnwn.n n ta.it
porters fall they fled.
Ul XZ W 1UUUU U19 111CUU9 CIUU
dragged the bears into Tupper - Lakt
village to prove the story.
GHOST HOAX EXPLODED.
Supposed Spirits Prove' to Be Two
Mischievous Youths Captured; .
by Newspaper Men.. '
Akron, O. Newspaper men went tA
Ravenna the other night and exploded
the ghost story of that town.
While a party of probably 50 were
exercising the keenest vigilance in the
yard about the Veon home, the old
niartn In the hmiae tha nnlv nrtw-la
the family left there, began thumping.
Next came a tapping on the upstairs
window. Dishes rattled and other pe
culiar rfoises issued from the house.
ghost and four or five approached the
house and managed to get a window
open. One more venturesome than the
others lit a match and stuck his head
in. The sounds continued and - there
was no visible cause. Then revolver
were drawn as a protection.
Finally sufficient courage was mus
tered to allow the invaders to get in-
siae me nouse. xsotning was found on.
the first floor, and up the narrow stair
way the trail was taken, re vol vei
leading the way. By this time A
mysterious sounds bad ceased- In
dim matchlight two forms were s(
crouching low behind the chimnc
'Don't shoot' came the ery from oi
of the crouching figures. Both ghosC
surrendered and one of them was di3-'
covered to be the son of Sheriff Moi,
Mlrhnel nf Pnrtup pnnnlv anrt tha.
nflia, fori TTrkan IT'.r.lnnntl
lowed..
The boys, said that knowing that at
number of Ravenna people were gotajj
ghost hunting that night, they de-idel
to arrange matters so that there would
te reward for the pains taken.
' . Pastor Bars Pie, Beer Better.
Cleveland, 0 "Qf two evlla, a stom
ach full of beer and one full of apple
dumplings, I believe that beer is bet
ter for a man than the dyspepsia
breeding dumpllnga " A disordered
stomach is not conducive to good;
'thoughts. There Is nothing ; worse
than apple dumplings to produce a
disordered stomach." - Thus ;or'"4
Rev.; James A. Barnes, . pastor 'of
ton' Avenue Baptist church, in ax
dress at Goodrich- house. Hiaj
marks were received with enthusL
"I don't drink beer mysalf," ha sc
"But I believe beer 1 the eV