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A BLIND MA
Charles B. Lewis iu
Between midnight and the coming
cf the summer's morn, there had
been strange sounds to arouse the
man from sleep, and as he sat up and
listened he whispered to himself:
"It is the'marohing of men, the
galloping of Worses, tho rumble of
cannon wheels, the 'gathering of a
When the east began to purple the
founds were louder and nearer, but
not so strange as when muffled by the
shades of night. A smile formed
upon the man's face as he listened
sow, and there was a strange exul
tation in his heart as he hurriedly
dressed himself and called to his
'.'Aye, Mary! I have heard those
Bounds before?at Manassas?at Fair
Oaks?at Savage Station?at Malvern
Hill?at An tic tarn! Look out and tell
nie what you see."
"Down in the meadows there are
thousands of men," replied the girl,
as she stood in the open door?
"thousands in blue and thousands in
gray. More are coming up from the
south?more from the north. There
are mounted men?men afoot?men
resting in long 'lines. What does it
"There is going to be a battle,
Mary. I know it would come some
day, and I prayed that I might live to
"But you are blind, father."
"Yes, blind sinoe Chanoellorsville,
where a bullet spared my life but
took my sight, but my ears are good,
and you shall see for me. The blue
are on the east?the gray on tho
west. How muoh neutral ground.lies
"Just that wide field with the creek
flowing through it."
"God! but they nearly ran into each
other in the darkness! Do you see
"Yes, hundreds of them!"
"The men are snatching a sip and
a bite while yet there is time. Girl,
vour voice trembles. Are you
"Aye! a girl would be, and many
men as well, but you must fight it off.
Lead me down under the big pear
tree. Yes, you are afraid, but it will
be a glorious sight?a sight you will
remember to your dying day. It is a
quiet morniL g, with no breeze to blow
the smoke away, and the blaok clouds
of powder-smoke add to the grimness
of the battle. I hear a oonf used mur
mur down there?the neighing of
borfles?the blare of bugles?the
sound of wheels on the turnpike?
but no reports of -muskets. That's
good. The skirmishing before a bat
tle is but the scolding of angry wo
men. .There was rain yesterday, and
there must be plenty of water in the
creek. Thank God for that! At Fair
Oaks and Savage Station the wounded
had to drink the blaok waters of the
swamps. At Chanceiiorsviiie there
was not even that, and they cried out
for water till the sound rose on the
night air like a wail of agony from a
plague-stricken city. Do I hear mass
es of men moving down there?"
"Yes, father. The men in blue on
foot are forming in lines across' the
meadows?two long lines. There are
cannons here and there, and here'
And there solid niasses of men. The
cavalry are riding to right and lef t.
It is almost the same with the men in
"Double lines of battle?reserves
?cavalry on the wings?that is right,
Mary. God! but to jbo blind when
this picture of war is about to be
hung up for eyes to gaze atL Don't
tremble, girl?don't be afraii-dqn't
runaway from me!" -."* .'
"No, father, I won't leave you, but
I'm terribly afraid. The men are far
away, but it seems to me that their
faces ate pale with fear, and that
they turn their heads as if they would
, "Aye! moat of them aro pale-faced,
?aughter, and thfy??ok to the right
*od left and mutter both onrsos and
payers. ' The waiting is eating nip
wefc heartii ; At Fair Oaks we wait
"or an hour. I trembled like a
fcaf in the breeze; my teeth clicked
Aether; I wanted to curse and scream
and pray i? jho same breath. I was
weeping like a heartbroken child
?nen the enemy cam? marohing aoroea
jje fields, and the first order of our
"olonei drove fear from my heart and
Ranted a devil of ferocity there,
quiet ' U grows down there,
"Yes, there is a hush upon tho
"fcn;. there in no longer any move
eot. Why do they wait, father?"
"They are drawing a long breath
fore the rash?looking far the weak
Ms in eaoh s?;he?'a lines. Blind!
mdl And 1 would give**U the rest
?ay dsys if t could have my sight
two hours! How still it ia ! If I had
St. Louis Republic.
not heard the old familiar sounds I
should believe that it was yet uight
and I was dreaming again. That's
it?that's it?the battle has opened at
last, and every red flash is the breath
"You must hear?you must seel"
?shouted her father, pulling at her
arm, as if he knew the situation.
"Curses upon the bullet which blind
ed me and the man who fired it! I saw
and heard a hundred guns at work at
the Chickahominy?more than two
hundred at Malvern Hill?two hun
dred again at Antietam, God! but how
they roared aud crashed and thunder
ed! How round-shot moaned and shell
screamed through the smoke-cloud
and made mangled corpses of brave
men. Hear it, Mary?hear it!"
"I am afraid, father?terribly
afraid!" (be sobbed, as she clung to
"Afraidl Aye, you are but a girl,
and fear a harmless snake in the road.
If I had my sight?heavens, but if
these were my eyes of old!?I'd rush
down there into the smoke and help
them to kill?kill?kill 1 Now I scent
the powder-smoke?how I hear the
screams of wounded horses?now?
now?but I am blind?blind!"
"Be quiet, father?be quiet! There
-?the noise iB dying away. What aro
they going to do now?"
"That was the prelude, girl?the
music that openB tbe ball. There is a '
menace in the roar of cannon and the
scream of missiles, but Death docs
not reap his harvest until the musket
comes into play. The smoke must
be lifting now?tell nie what you
"There is a movement among the
cavalry down on the left of the blue
lines?the same on the right of tbe
gray. Tho masses of men separate?
the lines break and reform again. Ahl
I see the flatter of flags and catch the
flash of eabero. Are they going to
"Yes; girl, that's it! God pity me?
a charge of cavalry, and I oannot even
tell daylight from;darkness! Look?
watoh?don't miss a move! The tien
are breathing hard down there in their
saddles?muttering, cursing, impa
tient for the bugles. I saw a cavalry
oharge when Ashby was killed, and it
was glorious. For hours afterwards
my blood tingled and I felt like cheer
ing. It is level ground down there,
and the squadrons will ride at full
gallop, every horse with his teeth on
the bit, his ears laid back and his
eyes aflame. And the troopers will
oheer and - oheer, aud the sabers will
flash and whirl, and?and? Are
they moving, girl? Yes, there go
the bugles?they have got the order,
and I can't see?I can't see!"
"Hush, father! I am afraid, and
yet it is a glorious sight. The lines
in blue are moving out?the . lines in
gray are moving out. Now they
walk. Now they trot. ? Now they gal
lop. Now?don't you hear the oheers,
"Aye! God in heaven, but I do?I
dot Yes, they oheer and shout and
yell, and the thunder of the- thous
ands of hoofs makes the earth quiver
under my feet. . If my eye-lidB were
only shut that I might tear them open
with m5 fingerst Look! Look! Lookl
It is . the . grandest thing in war?a
cavaly oharge I Where will tho shook
"On the green meadow, where the
school children used to oh a bo the
lambs about at noonday and search for
four-leafed ciovera. > Hear them cheer,
father?hoar them oheer 1"
"I hear them?I hear them! Hip
^?hip?hurrah! Word of God! but
thoy have come together! That craah
rolled over a thousand horses. Now
they out and slash end shoot and have
a fiend'b desire to kill I Now they
thrust and out and have hell's passion
in their ourses. God, but what a
smile on the face Of Death as he looks
that way I Thorb are no ?ong?rjoom
names and regiments; it is a mob of
thousands, whirling 'round and 'round,
and filling the jaws of Death to glut
tony, I am blind, bat I want to go?
I must go. I am an old soldier with
wounds which blister and burnl"
"Hush, father?bo quiotl Now the
mob io breaking up. Tho blue ride
to tho eaBt?the gray to tho w*at. And
God forgive mon, but tho meadow is
littered with horses and riders 1 Some
are quiet?some limp or crawl about
?a thousand are down. Oh! father,
but think' of tho-widows and orphans
?the tears and woe arid misery i"
"War is war. child. It is a great
h east with flaming eyes and bleed re?
Jaws, and it has no mercy on youth or
aga?on the widow or the orphan.
Tear at my.eycB with your fingers?j
pray to God with me that my sight
may return for an hour?a half hour
?for 10 minut?e! I hear a murmur
I ing as of tha November winds sweep
iog through the dead leaves on th
beeches. What is it, Mary?"
"It is tho men on feet?the tenan
try. The lines are moving forward.
A few men are running in front, and
they drop to the earth and fire and
then rise up and run forward again.
Hear it, father?hear it!"
"I hear it; it is the fire of mus
ketry. Now the grain is ripe for the
sickle and the name of the reaper is
Death. Hear the volleys merge into
a roar! Feel tho spite i nd venom
and hate aod desire to kill! Men are
being sent to their God down there
faster than the beats of a clock. It is
too deadly and cannot last. Watch,
Mary?for God's sake watch! Why do
"One long line is advancing; I see
the bayonets flashing on their guns,
nnd the flags are ripling above the
^.en'a heads. See, father?see! Now
they run! Now they almost halt and
stagger about! Now they push on
again, and the other lines fall back;
there are dead men at every step?
dead men and wounded until the grass
is hidden beneath them!"
"And I am blind! blind! blind!
God of my fathers, give me back my
sight and ask any reward! I have it !
?I bave it?I hav: it! Mary, I can
see?my sight has come back."
He rcn away down the hillside?
past the barn with its open doors?
past the bee-hives and their buzzing
toilers?past the spring house and
through the orohard, and the girl fol
lowed after. They had ju3t cleared
the last of the trees, each one laden
I with its wealth of white and pink
blossoms, when there was a blare of
bugles, a rush of horses and wheels,
and a battery came thundering down
upon them as it ehanged its posi
tion. The riders saw an old man and
a girl ahead of them?saw them halt
and look helplessly about, and then
clasp .heir arms about each other,
but the six horses were lashed to a
madder gallop, and no rider looked
backward to see what the heavy wheeis
had jolted over.
"Halt! Left wheel into line! Un
limber?boom! boom! boom!"
And, shouting and cursing and
dancing about like devils, thei" faces
amirohed with powder, and the . eyes
burning with the light of battle, they
took no heed of the dead almost under
their feet?of the old man whose eyes
were sealed in death?of the fair-hair
ed girl whose last thought had been to
shield him. Of the thousands of
dead, what of two more or less?
And as the guns thundered and
roared and sent shot and shell into
the ranks of the enemy, the pink and
white blossoms of apple, peach and
pear tree were shaken down as by a
summer's gale, and they fell upon
men and guns and caissons and horBes,
and from thence to earth. And they
also fell upon the dead lying there,
and they fell so thickly that they hid
the sight of blood and the pallor of
death, and an artilleryman rested for
an instant to observe and to whisper
"God, but what shrouds for the
dead on a battle field!"
The Man in the Kitchen.
The helplessness of mere men in
the presence of ordinary domestic
tasks, remarks the Youth's Compan
ion, was illustrated in the case of the
old miner, who explained (hat he had
onoe tried to improve his oooking by
Btudying a book of receipts. "It was
no use," he sadly confessed, "because
every ope of them receipts starts off
with 'take a clean dish.' "
He was kin to one of the sons of
Mrs. Dunsmuir, a Scotchwoman liv
ing in Pennsylvania. She waB called
away from home one day just after
dinner. As she was leaving she said
to the hoys:
"One of yon must wash the dishes
and the other wipe them and put them
away, so that everything will be tidy
by the time I got back."
"All right, mother," said Jaok,
"but Will's got to wipe them. I'm
willing to wash, but wiping is such
greasy work 1".
Reminded Sansan of Home.
. The reoent tornadoes in Kansas led
the Kansas City Journal to tell of the
experience of .a Kanaan crossing the
Atlantic in rough weather. One morn*
iog he went out on deck when a big
gale was blowing* Nobody was in
sight except the captain.
"Go below there 1" the captain
shouted. f. ...
The passenger looked around to see
whom he was talking to.
"Yon mean me?" he yelled baok
when he saw there was no ouo in
"Of course, I do; go below,*' and
the captain eame alongside.
"Well/1 guos3 not." protested the
Kausah. "I'm up here to see how
one of your mountain-high waves and
'terrin? gales' compara with what we
have in Kansas in the way of cyclones.
This ain't a patch to what I've seen
out our way."
A big Wave broke over the deck,
sweeping the Kansan aft. They pick
ed him up with a broken leg, twisted
shoulder, a sprained wrist, and his
face looking as if he had been drag*
g*d backward through a briar patch.
When he came to he ?saw the cap
Cleveland Hunts Rabbits.
Grovcr Cleveland, Ex-President of
tho United States, writes on rabbit
shooting for the vacation number of
the Independent. He says:
''Because rabbit shooting is season
able only in late fall or winter weather
the mention of it is calculated to sug
gest shivering chills, cold feet, numb
fingers and all sorts of heavy clothing.
At first blush, therefore, it may not
seem to be exactly an appropriate top
ic to be given a place in a magazine
designed for midsummer reading. On
seco2'.? thought, however, I hope it
will not be deemed amiss that the
torridity of such a magazine should be
tempered by a cooling admixture hint
ing of recreation free from dog day
swelter, and reminding tho reader that
a season is on its way which briugs
with it outdoor sport exempt from
summer heat and unvexed by the
stings and arrows of outrag
eous gnats, flies or mosquitoes. It is
quite with reason to suppose that tho
addition of rabbit hunting to the in
gredients that simmer in summer re
creative reading might bo as refresh
ing as the addition of ice to au other
wise tepid summer tipple.
"Some hunters there are, of the su
perfined and dudish sort, who djny to
the rabbit any position among legiti
mate game animals; and there are oth
ers who while grudgingly admitting
rabits to the list, seem to think it ne
cessary to exouso their concession by
calling them hares. I regard all this
as pure affectation and nonsense. I
deem it not beneath my dignity aud
standing as a reputable gunner to write
of tho rabbit as an entirely suitable
member of the game community, and
in doing so I am not dealing with hares
or any other thing except plain, little,
every day plebeian rabbits?sometimes
appropriately called 'cotton tails.'
Though they may be 'defamed by every
charlatan' among hunters of self-oon
stitute,! nigh degree, and despised by
thousands who know nothing of their
game qualities, I am not ashamed of
their pursuit, and I count it by no
means bad skill to force them by a suc
cessful shot to a topsy turvey pause
when at their best speed.
"These Bly little fellows feed at
night, and during the day they hide
so closely in grass or among rocks and
brush it is seldom they can be seen
when at rest. Of course, no decent
man will shoot a rabbit whiie sitting,
and I have known them to refuse to
start for anything less than a kiok or
punch. When they do start, however
they demonstrate quite clearly that
they have kept their feet in the best
possible position for a spring and run.
After such a start the rabbit must in
fairness be given an abundant ohase
to gain full headway, and when he has
traversed the necessary distance for
this, and is at his fastest gait the hunt
er that shoots him has good reason to
be satisfied with his marksmanship.
I ohee actually poked one up and he
eecaped unhurt, though four loads of
shot were sent after him.
"In the main, however, dogs must
be relied upon for the real employment
and success of rabbit hunting. Tho
fastest dogs are not the best, beoause
they aro apt to chase the rabbit so
swiftly and closely that he quickly bo
takes himself to a hole or other safe
shelter, instead of relying upon his
running ability. The baying of three
or four good dogs steadily following
little ootton tail should be as exhilar
ating and as pleasant to ears attuned
to the music as if the chase were for
bigger game. As the music is heard
more distinctly, theihunter is allowed
to flatter himself that his acute judg
ment oan determine tho route of the
approaohing game and the precise
point from whioh an advantageous
shot can be secured. The self-satis
fied oonoeit aroused by a fortunate
guess conoerning this important de
tail, especially if supplemented by a
fatal shot, should permit the lucky
gunner to enjoy as fully the compla
cent, pleasurable persuasion that the
entire achievement is due to his saga
city, ksenneBs and skill as though the
animal circumvented were a larger
beast. In either case the hunter ex
periences the delight born of a well
sense of superiority and self pride,
and this notwit hstanding .all attempts
to keep it in the baokground, is the
most gratifying faotor in every sporting
"Some people speak slightingly of
the rabbit's eating qualities. This
must he an abject surrender to fad or
fashion. At any rate it is exceeding*
ly unjust to the ootton tail; and one
who oan relish tender chicken and re*
fuse to eat a nicely oooked rabbit is,
I believe, a viotim of unfounded pre
"Why, then, should not rabbit hunt
KILLthk cough I
?io CURE the LUNGS
[Bureat and auiclteat Oun for all
THROAT and XiTJNft TBOTJB
XJCS, or BtONSftr BACK.
ing, when honorably pursuod, be given
a respectable place among gunning
activities? It ocrtainly has every ele
ment of rational outdoor recreation.
It ministers to the most exhilarating
and healthful exercise; it furnishes
saving relief from care and overwork;
it is free from wantonness and inex
cusable destruction of animal life, and
if luck favors, it gives play to in
nocent but gratifyiug self-conceit.
"Let us remember, however, that if
rabbit hunting is to be a manly out
door recreation, entirely freo from
meaness, and a sport in which a true
hunter cau indulge without shame,
the little cottontail must, in all cir
cumstances, be given a fair chance for
Swift Trains And The Danger.
Eighteen hours to Chicago is fast
running, and the Pennsylvania mau
agement is statistically warranted in
announcing its new eightcen-hour
train to Chicago as "the fastest long
distance train in the world." How
long it will remain so depends upon
the enterprise of competing lines.
The New York Central system now has
a twenty-hour train to Chicago which
was scheduled to bo reduced to nine
teen hours. It will now probably bo
scheduled to make the run in eight
een hours, whioh a calculation shows
will require au average running speed,
including necessary stops, of about 54
miles an hour. It has a line to Chicago
somewhat longer than that of the
Pennsylvania, but it has some advan
tage in easier gradcB than that line
must overoome in Western Pennsylva
nia. Fifty-four miles an hour is not
an unusual speed for relatively short
runs, but to maintain this speed for
eighteen hours is a very serious prob
lem, and even the most courageous
railroad man might well hesitate to
undertake it unless compelled to do so
by business considerations of the most
It is a question whether the demand
for such very fast trains is great
enough to warrant tho great cost of
running them. Even a very small gain
in speed is attended with a tremendous
increment of wear and tear. If tho
state of the art has advanced to a
point which makes it safe and sano to
bring New York and Chicago within
eighteen hours of each other, the run
should be made in that time. If how
ever, it involves an added risk, and tho
desire for it is the outgrowth of a
competition in which the managements
of two great systems are willing to
"take chances" whioh their judgement
disapproves, its business wisdom is
open to question. Train acceleration
is very muoh more a funotion of tho
mechanical department than of the
General Passenger Agent's offioe.
There is a limit established by the
strength of materials and the point
reached in the oo-ordination of parts.
To keep as near this limit as is prac
ticable is wise; to go one inch beyond
it, or even to enoroaoh undully upon a
narrow margin of safety, is not wise.
The danger is not so muoh in tho
eighteen-hour schedule as in the temp
tation it offers to establish a seven
teen-hour run, and then a sixteen, as
competition becomes keen and propor
tionately reckless. Speed is in a evolu
tion. Our progress in that direction
has probably been as rapid during re
cent years as was consistent with
sound principles of railway manage
ment, and leaps forward are apt to be
regarded as showing more enterprise
, than discretion on the part of those
who make them.?New York Times.
Daniel Was "Helping Zeke."
t The anecdote, "Webster and His
I Brother," in a recent Sunday Herald,
suggests another on the same subject
that I heard, many years ago, related
by a relative of Mr. Webster who had
, spent her youth in Concord, N. H.
The father of Ezekiel and Daniel,
dissatisfied with the performance
I of some task assigned to the boys, call
ed them to account. With much
difficulty he elicited from Ezekiel the
admission that he had been idle and
lazy, and chiefly employed in "holding
"And what, sir," said the stern par
ent, turning to Daniel, "have you
. "Helpin' Zeke," was the prompt re
Congressman Broussard, of Louis
iana; says that at New Iberia, his
state, in tho early '90'a, when that
district was visited by a severe flood,
one of the expeditions for relief or
ganized by the government one day
encountered an old negro paddling
with one hand, while he bailed ont
his craft with the other.
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