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UNDED THt OLD FLAG "AGAIN
BY RICHARD niNEY SAVAGI i X i 15 . 1 a W wnrrrnN roi: Tun pi vr w hum '.! TJiere was som.- subtle a'tra.tim whlfli made U- all fall l'i love with th-t hnmriv old Confederate Major of th.- Twelfth Mis souri, In all the Uiirt -nine regiments of the Seventh Corps there was no more manly figure than the hard-fac-d old Major. the verv t)pe of a soldie-r. da he sat sllmily there, on a bis: rom horte. ut iiarade. while the band pla)ed the sunet "Star Sjiangled Banner" Thm hallovn.1 music vva- peou ll.irlv sa.-red to u-, in those arly tlavs of .ei ember. 1?S, when thirt-iune American regiment anl battall.uit Mood rapt In sl ier a the old tin:; was (tainted In Its t-v n ins dc-ten: on a line of battle striitchi.-iar from trim old Havana to far-away Piiiar del Kin. 1'or the hristllng forts, the ;ly redoubts, the vicioas-lookme; b.ochhousts. the blood stained cistlet showed no yieam axo of American bayonet-. vo color hut our loyal bine and butternut khaki, onl) where the sullen, defeated Spaniards lurk- d In the harbor d f"i:ses of Havana. They were nady to turn over the loath tome Morro. the blood-ret king Cabanas, ugly Prlneiiie and the never captured Ataret when that fated noon should rin.r out on January I. I'.'.' While our i.(." embattled men waited, there breathlessl) for Pitzhugh Iee'i word to ru-h them out if they quib bled, the Spaniards gazed sadly down o:i tho sunken Maine and mw in that grttii and slimy water the doom of their hideous I uonitMon our the heple-s In Cuba. As commandir of the L"i gineer Hattal!.n of the Seventh Con, I met the old Confed erate otlicer frequently. Always ustir In the Interests of dl-clpllno and i.ghtltig his troops, he hi Id his battalion up to duty'llko a stone wall. Lean faced, homely and coldly practical, ho was a soldhr. every '.ch of him. Often, under the awning of Kl Krcreo da Todo .l llundo, teattd with my brother "Jaclc." the old Major would Join us in our simple reflection. "I.ooks so pood to seo Jon two men together in the Seventh Corps." he would figh. And then remarking, "How!" he would take his one anti-ague nip. hand out tho regalias, and ride away, ttiU as erect in the taddlo a when ho followed old 1'arpy l'ri.o at Epricglleld and Iexington In laSl. Energetic veteran as he was at 53, the eld Missouri Major -was still a gallant and effective soldier. Manfully standing up for his command, enforcing- discipline, getting the full quantum and best quality of ra tions tnj allowances, he was now an un compromising defender of the lias which he had once fousht against. Kvery ono THIS IS THE NEW PRINCE OF WALES COAT IT IS SINGLE-BREASTED AND COMFORTABLE. vVIUTTEX FOR TUB SUNDAY KEPUEUa Is the double-breasted, trocl: coat to go? Advices from London say It Is, be cause the Pririco. of "Wales ha3 so decreed It by wearing' a, tingle-breasted frock at tho Queen's sardea party. Xew Vork ad vices are that tho masculine followers of fashions la tha metropolis are wrlouMy considering the matter, but are awaiting confirmation of-J.h Btartling story before discarding- tho orthodox double-breasteJ frock "IrIuco Albert" some people call it for tho tlnglc-breastcd article. Ono St. Loulj tailor sayj there Is nothing In It that the double-breasted frock will remain the correct thins for afternoon wear. Just as tho "swallow tall" will remain the cor rect thins for evening wear. "you can depend on It. the doublo-hreast-eJ frock will remain in. Btjle." l.e declares, "whether tho Prince of Wales or anybody else attemrts to make a change. The single breasted frock Is not a new thing: It hat been worn to soma extent ever nee any kind of a frock coat was worn. There are fas.iion plates that ihow it in 1STC; and I doubt not that it was known and worn even further back." According to tho news from It.don. the Prince of Wales has lind of the double- breasted frock coat for the reason that it Is heavy for summer wear, und that It hides loo much of the bosom of the fancy jaltcoats that his Itojal Highness wears. he story is that he has had his tailor rcak him a few- single-breasted coats, fortj' Inches long, cut square at the bottom, with thrto and four buttons; and that he wears these rather than tho douMe-breasted gar ment. The Prince wears his new coat un buttoned. The fllk lining extends to tho edges, and the lapils continue all the way down to tho bottom of tho coat- The wide flare of the collar and lapel present every opportunity for tho display of the princely waistcoats. and the Prince It tald to bo highly pleased with his new garment. "I don't think there is the Slightest prob ability that the double-breasted frock will be displaced." declares William T. l'earh. designer for the IS. H. Hrownell Merchant Tailors' Company. Mr Peach has only re cently come from a fashionable rifth iive nuo tailoring establishment, and claims to have the very latest information coicernirg fashions. "The double-bnati.l frock is a fixture in nun's stjks. Other coals are permissible for afternoon wear, but none other is strictly appropriate. The kind of coat described in the London advices It not a new- thing. Clergjmen have bctn wearing It for many jeart I have made many of t!"cn for others besides clergymen, too; ht.t goneratly sins'e-breasled fiock coats ai; made of mixed goods. It is rarely that a fashionable tailor gets a call for ono In black, except from a cleigm:m The num ber I have made for fashionable men would not average ono a jiar since I have been making coats. "A single-breasted frock coat would bo cut much like a double-breasted one, except that there would be only one set of buttons and buttonholes, and there would be no scam lengthwlsa of tho front. The long, rolling lapel would not have to be especially made; with the coat unbottontd, the edges would roll back more or less. Just as thoy do with a double-breasted frock or a cut away. There would, of course, be a chance for a more comprehensive display of the wearer's- fancy waistcoat: but It seems to mo that there is plenty of opportunity for that with the present stvles. I should think .three buttons would be the best number -for a slnglc-brcasted frock. Just as three buttons is the fashionable number for a knew that he had Bone baldly throush the SantiaKO campaign with the fearless Joe WlKeltr. and had ha"nned to tuke well- anted promotion into the Stven'h Corps at Camp Onward. Savannah, width in Oc tober had "till the grim po-.billty of as .tulth Ilavani b fore it. Hospitable and tltnple. nnnly and retl ctnt. tho war-worn Conftderate alwajt avoided politic. He simply kept hit ee on the Ha,; and hW ei.rs open f' r the buril- note of "oflleers- call" Lot g b.fore tlu "vium;lers" wouli reach the Colmcl's tent-in that row of fortv-tlve btlted kulthn tlie grlzzUii Major wi on hand vith his curvxl nlrniler and ht old armj iJt primed and loaded Ju-t a touch f hit tarve was- hhovvn v lien m mob of ferjiiou Cuban laborers, armed with machetes and pistols, ran amuck in the Marianao struts, driving a htlplt-ss stray Span!-h tidier to bay I.eaplnir bravely into the set thing mat, with his pl-td drawn, the old Con ftderate thrust hi- left arm high ovr the deft u-t-Ies man's head, facing a dozfn as--asins there with hit Wl p!-t.il Cowed 1 his dttermitied tje. the craven- isirted rlrfht and left a- the old Mi ottrlan led his rescuttl foe awaj to the safetv of an Amer ican guard. I had the honor of exchanging i-alutes with the hnppv veteran when his sturdi met: paed my own line on that New War's Uay. when, with a bidden heart-thrilling -lide, the Hug of Spain dropped forev. r frt.ni Morro, Cabanas. Primlpe ami Ai.ir In the cool of thai evening a do7en mil. s away the Ml-Aiurian tat undtr the frietidlv hliad ow.t uf mj owln l.ead.uartert tent His gaunt face was hollowed out with fatigue. Tho da had ltn intenstly t hau-Ilng at.d tt.e tll-ll- H-ri.t. t.. IT .. nn ... 1 ..... t I Worn upon in all Kever-jN..ned myself ! I looked at him with "onie alarm "It's t.ot a bad tdea for vou to take 3 leave. Major." J s-ald "Vou are worn tut with the Santiago campaign tnjat d ' y drilling and camp life lure "ur t.oopi are now la the Hava'ii dtfeii-e. ". h r ire tl.r llarhlUht.s of tire of our war veels playing now In the darkne-j. of the i-ht Jne riot, a single Irawl now. md our t-o. and tleet could laj l.e!ple-s Ha.'iia Hi ii.ii, in an hour." "I'm ready to go at iny tlm tn.w- tie oiu o.uier ra.a. I arawed i"- l.ad i d rr.aKo it Havana, or bu-t. wl.n I put th uuie on' i ve uvfd as long a- 1 w m'ed t. ura I only waited to -ee a div -i..n ..fjw-J md I . wed It tolled id ' American trocps niarrhin: liefo'e Mi (i-v-i No . n ivm H-uihi-r .la k. :nv battilion trr.or General's palace, and the om Mar yuart.rmabttr. htard tin old man- .i .r. a double-breasled one. and po-.-eses that advantage over the present fashionable aft ernoon garment. I do not tee that it pos se! ses ar.y other. It is certainly not as 'dressy.' and it has tho disadvantage of looking very much like a groom's livery. Of course, a groom's coat has more but tons, and they extend close to the chin, at a rule; but otherwise the coats would look very much alike. "It Is not tasy to change the stvle In rccn's gaimtcts. Of course, leading tailors are always making changes in the cut of the orthodox garments; hut anything so radical as the substitution of a slngle brcisted for a double-breasted -Jock is something that a wise tailor would hesi tate, before attemrjtlny. Soma time ago J6U there ha beer all the t;Iorv I ak?d for We had lamili kin -my sple butch tttd w.th I.u'n'z and Cnttetidtn. and on ln .-hot down ul h the Irg'ii'u- crowd , but 1 tiutd it to I'licle Sam to tand It ) through 'h's war. ..ud now I'm readj to pn home S;ne the big war I'd :t!w i;s J svir I w.mlj go out aid I've ktpt mj wle tailors got together and decreed that collars, swallowtail coats and waistcoats, very much like those that were the tla when the Prince of Wales first began to think of suili things, should be worn by fashionable men in the evening, with knick trbockirs and fancy slippers. But the wise titilors might have decreed until ihty were black in the face: It didn't make any differ ence to the fashionable men. They stuck to their black swallowtails or tuxedos and to their long trousers and shoes. The argument that the old-style drest suit wat worn by guests and servants alike did not cause them to adopt the new stjle. So the w-ise tailors pave up the attempt In dis gust. Now they are chary about advocating filing any startllnychange in man'g !o)sQ gfecsi "., 'OTJ.R JVCE1J RUSHED OjNT JJTK.-E1 JiVCAIDDEIsrEID DBTILS." that tilKht. while the wind b-o-ighi "f 'y .O Us the bllgh- C lis of tltloit r . ii A "' -vtn iidl s along that f'lte of in lie ti - tel. ftncliirf in liot-h arte-I ilavani Think of It: Th'nk uf II" thonlifn ly t-rnU the ttseil Soatlier. . r. "This. ih. Sn il j e.-ry.s ration of our Slag Its in b 'til! Tli.ir'.s nlneteui Southe.u ard twenty Xurthtm ifclments lure, ready So Juni, to arms fi.r the stars and i-tr-p! And io Wt are one JKOpIe agjln. wH. J togetner bj the chain of k aves r a bins from Sm tlago to the rhl.lpplne.s. frm Montaul: to Sinn I'ran ls.-o. Unys. a man eun do nothing half so good w th hi IIV as to ! It down rh. erfullj for :! uiuu: of h. bl-tl) The old Hag'- woita If" I ve lik'ti an it u fill fane to oii two I t.ien. biutli'ts togtthtr. one from th llt-t i..nd .me from the U'tst. .'..It.. winy the .i; divn hen- "At.d It was my brother Jim. a dead f brother, too." he .-'owl nl sad nlj, j "that brought me ovr here with a hl-ie uni- (form on. A prinle I made in tny heart Ihlrtv-slx t.its uco. with the dead of two j a;mle.s ling aiotind me at Corinth! lou .." he tald. his MmlK W faer. gleaming out I'thind the blue smoke f hl! cig-.ir. "wo wee prtty iHit-henrted people out in old Mlzzouri. whn the tlrlne on Sumter tool; ph.,,. Jim ami I luol no .me t. advi-eiis jsi-father tlo old Ctint .lu.lee. :. .M.xlcan War v.ter.m . 4rl. :.'..! tor ... . .. .... a i..nR tin:.' v d W1UM her ...,rsrad- latl.er vv.it an ., man. who st:l..l in S- ; "" -"" '- -------- - - I.-lls v.len it wat a little iradir ton:. I!l.. ! Ani- " hU "-M """- U'H- i h" ",n" father fntiKh: v.:th ilen. ral Jati.-.o :it X, v ' ' ,a h" "''r h;"' M:, 'holoiisli-Orlean-. antl tl...t .. a riititti'. v..,.-.-' I't 1- l.1flfl.t -.t l.'.t. .' ti...... .. . 1 at... .. . .v..n... ... ..... - ..... .Il.tf ..a iu iijr l.tvo.U- tlou "A lighting to k kindling tes. Mild Ihotlii-r Ji.-k. with "Yes." ob.rl) reidle.l the Major, "and that's what tn.il: llrother Jim awa.v on the rus'i with the Eleventh -Missouri, i.i..,. r the Stais an.l Mripttf. while 1 hung lu k. fur sonietliii.g tugging ,.wa at m h.-att sitings took me. iu a grav utiliunn. to '.slit with old 1'appj Piice for the Start atnl liars "Vou .s.-e, w Southern ilnjw tlnwn there wtre -only vt-l with the Uanms troubb s and the John llrovvu raid The whole laud was full of joun.:. rh h blood, and. mj ;Utl! hvv we foiihht It ..tit to a frazzle. "1 wat si. Jim t;d bl.ss him! was n We left old Andy, our ihar d.itl's head man. a l5od-fearing old MthotliH; negro, to run the farm. "It was a tough night when Jim and I sat alone by tho Hrtside fur the hist time The old homestead's Hi. re to-day. t it inll.-s frum Itutler. In Hates County, i.nd Jim's thalr is there unplj -by the tlreplaie jet. There wasn't much to divide, we each ehose our own riding burse, and T look down the old Mexican War sword-the one falhtr paik. d at Iluena Vl.-ta-und gave It to my brother JInimjl I can ee him J't, hit niolst tics shining out under his square, honest brows! Our hearts Wire too full to speak nlitn I went out through the old apple otihard with him next morning. "IJrothers always Jlmni)." I said as he Uanetl down from hLt hor-e. He r.nle lsitk a hundred yards, as 1 Mood sadly watch ing him, jumped off lllack Dan and gra-pe-J me in a last bear hug "Come along with me. Hob!" he cried in a broken vhe. "Southern rights. Jim." I whispered, as we broke down together. "I could not see him when he rode away, nr.d my throat was choking with a rising sob. I only ttard behind a wick. Ola Andy knew the place was to go to the one who lived through! The clock ticking away In that lcm.lv house oon drove me out Into the wild hell of a bordtr warfare I was a veteran Southern soldier, after Lexington and Springfield, and I Wat made a Captain on General Prices staff, ritlii s with him at Pea Hldge and Iuka! "Wounded twice, 1 at last managed to hear from some of our home hojs. In the summer of '13 that, my Jimmy, was - far all right a senior Captain of the L'livetitli Missouri, and had married old Judge Armlstead's daughter, a sntet St. Lyuls girl, in March An-1, thank Cod, I had never seen the Yankee colors of the Eleventh Missouri in light. "Hut," sighed the old man. "the 4th ot October. '2, found me rlulng down, with our doomed columns. Into the hell of fire between Battery Williams and Fort Kobi nett. at Corinth! Our men rushc on like maddened devils. The wcods woi-Jatlamc. the sround shook with the heavy explosions of the guns! We poured on where a irld I fired -K v.dlejs ur fa e- 1 v'.nl ft. m S m it's f'j-p in mi: dt vii with a vra-K utaltr my i! n.,4 Ii.tr-.-. aid the ui rtMr if Uell ruge.1 around me for tt-u ioIii-j:s. lt was evening ul S. dr-id ml vouudei lay a-, tin I tne iu cuistlv row, hr I was .r.it,(t. il out. wound. J and a pri- ner. Trut rl.-ht I raved of llrotiter Jliiiinv. fur the kindly al.kt-e .tarijetin t.tld in- that tl K'T.nt!i Missouii had lieea a'.i t-Lt to pities ItoKling the hell t uiie vita the j Sl.ti-tblrd. thu. IVm -third atnl tt.e Tweti'j eventh Ohio. "Their Lruve -Injur. Jain.-s Wlwrtcn. t SslUS dil.B IloK III tlie Jlrt Ward." he said. The vt l. nm slht.l att lie eoii:liju-sl: "The ' lsivoni Utah in mj ortant didii t k.tp me ' K't'S from -Jima.;. Ut I Tin- Burgeons ail 1 pii j uie Thu v. ere n tleneral and a ' dozen hi other ottk-trs Ratine I aioinut him. when thij l.'tl me ioto the ll. i ""' iu ..t..t . at hi Lie. I -toie half an hoi.r frt.ui UtatU. f-r the dajl. ansel walled Iu Rtert-y. " 'Thrie'll 1 solue mf t!e soon to louh out for. ltob.' J..n muttereil. his lingers ! levWj: elwiiiB m su n-ti.. i.u-u ; ' tny wire! hbe' at S:. IahjH i.t. with her j I mother' ,. . , 1 "su' sb",!! ta; ,," U,J place. Jim. I j i ov.t-l , .' I rL"r" , J ,,h "", "?, 'J f L 1 .luI.M. .1 In I. iy.J .knit llllktlllf' til tie ; ".."3" ..-i .1, - i...aiik .1,.,. I . .. , . ,J X.ait'lf. BHtl Sts- .tiu; t. I..'. rr- -w... " That's tight.' ..hl-iited Jim. vvilli -hln Inc ee. 'I want to lie uuVur the old :i pie trees at home II was uie s,lrK. on who j wrote down the l.-t l-vlng w..rds for Helen Armlslead 1 only watched th- living ngiii on that vouiik 4ln r't fine I Ilstt ne.l in agoii to evrrv welling if hl g.neroiis heirt i'rom hi- pale lliw I heard but one gtntle rtj.r.m. h 'You're under the vitong tlag. lt..li. dear old man! l"t. how vour men foiigbt to-dij! If Wet.nl hail Hit in Willi us. "' lollltl whip the vvhule woild' The wrong II.ik. Hob" be fomilj saltl. hi glazing t's tivsl on mine. "Sudd, nlv a MNt-iii convulsed bit nohlo f.u-e The ein im are on the lints!' lie tried, bending up. ai'd then, with a last agotiiz.-il rr. He.i'lv n "" he f II Uitk. atitl I -aw a smile of peine s-tenl of that war-worn fan J.itk anJ I w.re silent as the old null slowly pactd tlie tent. "I took him l.aek liome to the old farm. I looked Into Ililtn Arinl-ti-nd's tt nder t,et and tb.ii laid our father's word Jtitl the Hag lie died under down before In r. for the bail thrown the battalion colors over bis dtathbi-l "Tiny made him a Colonil nfltr he wat dead for hraverj! I was soon exchanged and vvint to tlm front, for I had torn in for the war. "I fought sullenly along until the Span ish fort surrendi red at Mobile, and then l went baik. i"jor and hrokiti, to the oM home. It was August, in 1VJ. vvlmi I wat hilpid up the porch by old Andy. Thro was a beautiful woman, still draped In bl.uk. waiting for me at the very thresh old. A hrlshl-ejed. curly-ht aded boy of 2 shyly p!aed with my rebel buttons and sidd, 'Sojtr man!' "Will, it's all right to-day!" cried the veteran, at be buckl--d on his saber. "lliri't) Jim's sword, the same one be wore at Corinth. My fathtr's! And his boy it now a Captain in the Ninth regular-, out in Luzon. Ami Helen Wharton waits to-tlaj at the old place fur letters from her lj- in Luzon and from thu old man in Cuba!" "You're on the right side. cow. Major!" I cried, as we saw him mount hl Ills roan iu Matil style. "Klght ever time, boys." he said. "So I have sacredly kept the promise 1 made to Jim's djlng tes, though therl was no word spoktn. I couldn't go back on the Stats and Hars. till they hauled her down In honor, but 'll.e Hag that never fiois back' is big enough for the whole countr now !" 'God bli-s cu'" we murmured, as the old rUKr lifted hit gray army hat In a state! good-hy, and then, cantered light ly away under the silvery Cuban Liars. Ho had my countersign, and Jack and I smiled as we beard his resolute voice an swer. "Friend, with the countersign," when the sentrs rough call'Who comes therer Tarkee line of battle an.l fir-I i old ste.band twl.sj MI-ourI manhootl " H j Jack, a- w.-w-nt to sleep under the -hatloA j of nil ni.irv I'ottv tlmu-atd t hlldren of j th. :!.r In one vast :irr jj j Two week later, brothtr Jatk an.l I ! watt-h'.l the aii.bulaiM e of the tl-nrral Ho pit.il la In si-t our isira.le. and ve gazed Ht e'lll oilier wltli -id foieUnlil gs wllMl the ithtlv -iM. -ilutlii':. "St.uit Isnlj is v. ry ,-!-k with the f'-ier over i-i the Twelfth ill--, i.ii I'm afraid, e-.r, '.C- tlie old Major" Without a si-ecial order, our hore were brougut ot: the mil, and we rode hastily through th- tllmtlng twilight damp, the fatal !.!.. .:.e.l ihlll of the ii.feeted -avan- na. to wlite the red iro ttmiiiou-ly glesinxl out It fin Major Wlurton's tent. A -It sP- ile.tm told me of hi- ftt-.ikw.nl roi-'iil'ii. 'ihe nan faie. tirawti and thin. :1k- gl i--y. variable tje. th.- -hrtinktn form, it s. , H.ed hut a earieatute of Ihe sttrt: sol- tr. that thrtink'n. lulpl - bundle j Au.l Vet. he kll" w u- both! j "1 ih.oiet.t jtm vv.n'M tiiiti u, e out. boys." he whi-isr. d. "t'oiuc ovtr there to-iiiurrov lid -te me!" My Itarl rank as they carried him out. t ,, fr,Ir!:, ., stretther. with the gray ,an,,aIcll lia. ,,ang 1.1s grizzled fate Tlure wtre .cores of hit warm htart-.l ,,,,,,, gjtirtst aroiinl. and alm..-t a . h. mis ..f -moth, r.sl troati- went ui a- the ' ''"l-'...e n.oved M..lj awaj U, the Cm- 1 . "- "-!'H-'- A -i.-r.-d t.Uard o' honor was et over the l.eli.ve.1 eoiumaiidei's sior belotmirgs in that stiaiigilv einpt) h-.nhtiarters tent. The gLa-tiv Cuban vultur. s fir-w Ktwttn us aii-l the failing suu-et. tbelr dark. llHppliig wings btatiug htavil on the poi-ort d :ilr. In an hour, we rode sadly back to our own camp. "Me b) sidt. brother J.nk atnl j wj unbro, M,IKt, fr ,,,, Veteran stirgton h.i.l drawn me asr.de ami whltptred "He will gt the losg leave now. poor fellow' Ha-.he a fanill 7" "lie Is an old bachelor." 1 miered. sus pttllng the true reass.it whv "Hoi." Whar ton had given up al: th- saving- i'f his life lo tear Colui.el Jim's t-j up to a high station, mid lo save all for that swtet fa.'.tl woman, still tl.nl in hl.uk. who shuddered alw.tjs wltn men tiHike of the Confederate iliarge on Hatter Itobiuelt. The old Major had rallied a bit when we 1. It him. "Hoys. let thtm bring my sword over." lie falttrrd. "1 don't want it to go a-tray. And when y.m come lo-uioilow bring me that little silk tin? that j on showed me' the one oitr wife Rave oU lo hol-t in Cuba." It wus on the third day after, when the grave-fai'.l surgeon told me how fast the old soldier'- life wat now ebbing away, lilt face wat blue and Jjil". und his bony hands wete bii-Ita plucking almle ly at the linen sheets. "Can 1 write an) thing for you. Major?" I said, leaning over him. "Ju-t u word or two-to Helen." he grasptd. "There's no bu-lues left to ur rat.ge! That's all u.ttltd. long ago." uhlspertd the Ml-souri veteran. "I've left all my money to Helen's sou I wish him to remain In thr atmy. She knows -Helen knows I've tried to stand between her and the wurlJ. And Jim's boy knows the whole story." I was hastily summoned in the dirk and silt lit night two das l.tttr. to see the la-t of my gallant old friend. The word wat pa ed lilting the llnet that the old Major was dlug. The sentinels stopped their half-hour calls, and the Hag at the general ho-pltal Hew at the masthead all that dreary night. "Don't haul the Hag down." saltl Major Hob. "It's my last tour of duty under It." We could hear the low roar of the surf beating on the cruel, fanged coral reef duwn at 11 I'laja when the old man slowly opened his eyes. He had been ltng iu a trance and brother Jack and I had silently watched his painful breathing in this las-t gallant struggle with AzrueL protnl-e me one thing, bo si" the old sol dltr prayed, aswe leaned over him. holding ills wasted )ellov hands. "Don't leave III? here In this God-forsaken Island! Send me home to old .Missouri, where Jim waits for mi! There, under the apple trees, let me lie, where I've often s.een that curl) -headed hoy phi) In by his father's grave!" We boned our heads, apd he knew that the silent compact would be kept Brother Jack raucht -the old rebel's wan dering eye. He sprang- to the table where We laid It softly on that knightly breast. There wa- a tired sigh. asof a child sinking ta sit-ip upon the gracious bosom of a. lov ing mother. "llojs. jou're awful good to me." !: sa-red "There's Jim waitlnir for me at the river, with a picket guard! It's all right now! I'm under the right flats this time!" I list-t.e.1 to hN last whisper: "Tell the band lb plJy 'Happy Days In Dixie!' " The weary sigh softened Into a low whis per, the -mile of bjj hood's das came back upon that dear old grizzled face. and. elasptd in the" arms of two men born his foeiiien. now bis dearest friends at last the nit .Mluurl Major lay dead! Ju-t then the sentltifl called in a ringing Vilee. "Number one. half past 3 o'clock and all's well!" And the shadowy sentinel on that far and in j MIe shore, where- heroes never die. nhotd back on the sigh of the nlgbt wind that niariiul try almo-t a prajer "All's well'" We folded his ley handt uron his battle scarred lto.-ini. we laid our countrj's flap tipuii that gallant brea-t. and placed within the stlrfemd tirgtrs the sword of Bueca Vi-ta and Corinth. f-oxi; OV THE DOri.LE TURRET. Prom the Baltimore News. Hrated and buttressed ar.d superposed An.l cased In a cark of steel The sea- m.i roar and the. waves may l-jutid And the hulk that bears me reel. Hut I am strong vvjth the strength of Iron, And. o fur tlie voice of me When the) swing us out to the battle lino nil the breast of the bouiidit.jr sea! 'hie two three- four, Hoom! and the deathbolts fly. Heel und racket and ruck and roar To the domo of the bending sky! Sii.-rp and swing, with the quarts? char. And the engines throbbing true. . I urn the fourfold thunderbolt. The tlanie and the lightning, too! Welt iiii.l rivet and bolt and bar. Guidon and post and beam: Sttd to the dec is. where the swivels are At.d Ihe superstructures gleam: Strong with the strength of the quadruple. And arm.-. with the four-way sight. With God to v-arefor the stripling bold That swings to me In the fight. Hruad.-ide on or Straight ahead. "Strike, or )oil die:" I say Gunboat, cruiser or arn.orclad. Skinned to the bone for the fray: With four for one and a double quick, O Dtath Is the Mitip I slug Wbtu the sights are set and the grooves are wet. d my tleir And mliig batteries swing! To i rash, to'shake, to rattle and reed, I roar upon the foe. The deeps adowii ard the dome above. To echo iiiv thuiidtr-throe. I land a shard, and the plate it pierced; A shill ami the deck Is swept: Another, and. (. for th' red-capped foam. And the deeps where the dead have . stepped! A starboard blow and a blast to lee. Hiding the column down. I'mler the sun and tlie stars I roam. And gather thtm 'neath my frown. Shirs of the line and the Jabbering fleet. What are they all to me Mountain and mold of the thunder throne As 1 crush them under tny knee! Swung and sniveled und set four-square. With my steel-bored gunt to boom. When the lookout callsand th foe appears On tlie path of his utter doom; Hun? to hurl we!comrt with ton for ton. And shiver and rend them, too With heaven to cirre for the -s that stare Stone dead In a swirl ot blue! One two three four, Hoom! and the lightnings leap. KorwarJl and aft In the roundelay Of the thunder song of the deep! Based and buttressed and superposed 1 sweep to the roaring swell. A steel-glrt-slgn of the skill of man To perfect the arts of hell! THREE YEARS. From Collier's Wetkly. "S "I'd give five years of rny life ttvejt out of this scraDe," said the prisoner, t tbf bar. " '"-.