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Volume xxi
Helena, Montana, Thursday, September 22, 1887
No. 43
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Helena, Montana.
Tho Modern Spirit.
Prink—and the world drinks with you.
Go thirsty, you thirst alone!
And every friend with a dollar to spend
lias most impecunious grown.
flirt—and all women flirt with you.
Love, and you're left in the cold !
And the one that did seem the delight of your
Turns brazen and brutal and bold.
Sin—and the crowd sins with you.
Repent—they laugh and they jeer !
ITen if soda you drink, they complacently think
you've been toying with whisky or beer
Lire—and (if wealthy) all love you.
Die—and you rot forgot!
And your best girl will spoon with your enemy
Right over your burial spot.
lie—and the public admires you.
41 do in these verses now !)
Put never forget that a lady wears yet
The poesy crown on her brow.
Exxa Wxxxxxr tVxxxxx.
—William E. S. Fales in Journalist.
,\ ii Old 1'achelor's Love.
Now, because you are young and romantic,
You wonder I Lave not a wife,
And you bint at an episode frantic,
A chapter of love in my life.
1 have floated far down on time's river,
And yet I confess not a dart
Eiltie t'upid let fly from his quiver
Has hit fhy phlegmatic old heart.
You incredulous being to doubt it!
Well, have it your way if you will.
You are right. Ask me no more about it.
Enough, that I loved—love her still.
Xo, she is not a beautiful creature.
Put she lias a beautiful soul,
And its grace, shining out in each feature,
Transforms and illumines the whole.
"Why not marry her then ? It is clearly
Sheer lolly such feeling to smother."
I shall love her forever sincerely,
Put, man, can I marry—my mother?
Dove's Secret.
What's the witching charm about her
That makes life seeindull without her?
Who can tell?
Surely other maids ore fairer.
Other maids have beauty rarer,
Talk as well.
Stilt for me lier conversation
Has the strangest fascination,
And her face
I »ay and night for eve r haunts me;
While her figure slight enchants me
With its grace.
What's the reason I adore her,
lleed her whims, bow down before her?
(Little witch )
Serve her in and out o. season?
You could never guess the reason:
She is rich!
—Journal of Education.
To tho beach when he came
All our hearts grew aflame.
For lie was an Apollo in feature;
And the gilding of birth
Priglitly crowned ail his worth,
And we vowed him ou elegant creature.
But, alas! for the spell
From the gilded mark fell,
From our noble guest, handsome and witty,
And we learned with chagrin
We were all taken in
By a vender of fruit from the city.
—Boston Budget.
— XÏ.1U
Approach of Autumn.
The Autumn days are drawing near,
The dying glories of the year.
When time unveils the ripened sheaves
And sunset dyes adorn the leaves.
A dearer blue now paints the skies,
As through the trees the w ind sprite sighs.
While farther southward swings the sun.
And coal's a dollar more a ton.
—Boston Budget.
Bau Saws.
Luck olten makes us over confident.
Tho flirt sometimes falls in love herself.
The arm of tho law seems often out of
Tho lien that doesn't lay eats the most
The cramp often picks out the best swim
The true t tale isn't always the most be
A pair of scissors must part before they can
The insolvent bank often has the finest
Tho fire comes when the insurance policy
runs out
You can't judge a man by his own recom
To shake hands with an enemy won't atone
for a wrong.
A table with throe legs is often as steady as
one with four.
The man with the longest sword often gets
the worst of it.
The fish that gets away always looks as big
ts the sea serpent.
The man who drinks the most hasn't always
the reddest nose.
Good credit in business is often better than
a fat bank account.
Every lane has a turn, but many of us get
tired before we reach it.
T ho little money the workingman gets from
ca P'talist tho labor agitator tries to take
away from him.
In these days of elopements it is becoming
a her risky to furnish your new house be
longed 0 nmrria £® ceremony lias been per
hen we haven't a penny we want taffy;
en wo have the penny we want a house,
*. hen we have enough to buy a house we
want the eartb.-Judge.
[Written for the Herald.]
A Regiment's Heroic Defense of the
North Carolina Outposts.
Gen. Pickett Baffled of the Capture of
New Berne in 1864.
New Berne, Xoith Carolina, was not the
least of several strategic points south of
the James, won by the valor of Burnside's
troops, that remained an ugly menace to
the Confederacy during the latter part of
the war. At the time of Federal occupa
tion it was a beautiful, tree-embowered
city of ten thousand inhabitants, situated
at the extreme head of Pamlico Sound, on
the tip of a peninsula formed by the Neuse
and Trent rivers. The chief shipping port
of the broad turpentine track of the Old
j North State, it was the apex mart before
which rolled the most magnificent water
! sweep of the South Atlantic coast.
In this captured city the Union head
quarters of the military district of North
Carolina were established, with a garrison
frequently reduced to hundreds and again
restored to thousands. Entering into its
immediate defenses was a line of earth
works of considerable strength crossing
the peninsula in rear of the city, and
a number of forts and redoubts, from the
embrasures of which frowned the brazen
muzzles of heavy calibred guns. In either
of the llanking rivers a gun boat floated as
an auxillery defense.
The recovery of New Berue from the
"Yankee vandal" in 1864 was estimated of
great advantage to the Confederacy, and to
regain it was advised if it could be ac
complished at any reasonable cost. As a
Federal railway aud water base uncom
fortably near the great contesting battle
grounds of Virginia, it was only too con
venient from which damaging incursions
could be prosecuted and vital lines of
rebel communication invaded and broken.
A Confederate plan, carefuly matured,
1 comprehended by a sudden and resistless
dash the surprise of New Berne, the cap
ture of its garrison and the bagging of its
large accumulation of ordnance, commis
sary and other stores.
Near the close of January a command
j equal to six brigades of infantry, with no
j suspicion beyond the Confederate lines of
its existence, was suddenly massed at
: Kingston, less than lorty miles distant.
These troops were largely the veterans of
Hoke, Kemper, Corse, CliDgman, and Ar
mistead, expeditiously moved from the
idle winter camps of the Army of North
ern Virginia. Other forces were from the
"Tar Heel" command of Bnshrod Johnson,
including infantry detachments from garri
son and the 8th regiment of cavalry of
North Carolina, with an additional fight
ing factor in an artillery supplement of
twenty-two guns.
Supreme in command of this strong and
service-seasoned body of "Butternuts" was
Major General George E. Pickett, a gallant
but faithless officer, who deserted the
country that educated him a soldier and
betrayed the flag he had sworn to defend.
On the chosen line of advance a single
regiment of troops interposed between the
adventurous Confederate and his objective
point. This estimated insignificant force
was the 132d Infantry of New York, at the
head of which was Colonel Peter J. Claas
sen, a brave and capable officer. His com
mand, of less than 700 effective men,
manned the outposts at Bachelor's Creek,
nine miles in Iront of New Berne. The
cordon of pickets, distributed a mile in
front of the creek, covered to a great ex
tent the roads and trails between the Neuse
and Trent rivers, while back of the creek
were the picket reserves, in most respects
strongly and advantageously posted.
Between daylight and nightfall of Janu
ary 31st the main forces of Gen. Pickett
marched from near Kingston to within a
few miles of the Union outposts and went
into bivouac on the Neuse road. Toward mid
night the resting column, roused from sleep,
was again set in motion, with every care
taken to screen the advancing column from
At an extreme outer post, however, an
alert sentry standing his tour of duty
caught the sound of a falling log carelessly
dropped in the repair of a broken cause
way. A foe was suspicioned ready to
smite in darkness. The echoing tramp of
horses' feet soon followed. Danger, indeed,
lurked in front, and the trusty sentry
quickly awoke his slumbering comrades,
and one sped hurriedly away bearing the
alarm to the reserve post.
The interval was brief when in the sombre
pine woods of the turpentine tract a stirring
drama ensued. In rapid succession came
the challenge of sentry; the charge of
cavalry ; the sharp crack of picket rifles ;
the quick answer of ready revolvers.
Scarcely checked in their charge and
deigning an exchange of passing shots only,
the galloping troopers swept past for the
greater quest beyond—the mile away cross
ing. The vicinity of the creek reached,
rein t was drawn, and the rough riders,
sliding Irom their saddles and leaving only
enough of their number to hold the ani
mals, were quickly at the brink ol the
squadron of dismounted troopers
ly halted. The bridge was dis
ching upon the ground and screen
:ir bodies as well as they could, the
be captors sought to penetrate the
,nd learn what was beyond. At the
• end the bridge was strongly barri
by the removed logs. Meeting at
side of the barricade a line of rude
orks of several rods in extent was
i along the creek's edge,
e ''.ere preparations for resistance,
distinguished, which evidently the
its did not expect to find confront
ai. Bat no sonnd came from behind
le line of breast works ; no moving
fas seen across the deep, flowing
The key to.the Federal outposts—
guarded or had its defenders, panic
a fled and abandoned it ?
alation was idle. Delay was dan
and meant defeat. The situation
:d to action. The on-marching col
ould presently be at hand, clamor
immediate passage,
was the rebel who led the way to
the opposite shore. With ready carbines
othera were prompt to follow and trailed at
his back. A perilous path was that in
darkness across the fifty feet of narrow,
slippery string pieces.
It was the movement patiently awaited
by the trained picket officer and his squad
of steady nerved veterans, posted behind
the silent trenches.
A signal shot rang out and the foremost
intruder was pitched head-long into the
creek. Instantly every rille of the reserve
singled oat its mark and brought down its
man. The near and deadly aiming guns
did their work quickly, effectually. The
bridge beams and the opposite approach
were cleared in the space of a lew seconds.
Thus opened in earnest, about 1 o'clock
on the morning of February 1st, a notable
outpost defense—one of the most obstinate
and heroic of the war.
The brunt of attack was appointed to fall
upon the Neuse road bridge and its near
vicinity. As soon as the situation was dis
closed measures were taken to thwart the
enemy and as loDg as possible hold his
column in check. The long roll,sounded in
camp, summoned the regiment to arms,
and the entire command was speedily pre
pared for action.
Was the enemy in force? That at first
could only be conjectured. A wary soldier
was the outpost commander, and his habit
was never to be outwitted.
A two company detachment was ordered
from camp and moved rapidly away to
strengthen the assailed reserve post.
While this welcome assistance was cov
ering a mile's march the sqnad of bridge
defenders stood steadfast to their toll
gathering. They had bravely met and
bloodily repulsed a second attack, and still
a third, on their works, which the deter
mined foe seemed bound to win at any
sacrifice. Before another and more for
midable force could be formed and hurled
against them, the resisting reserve num
bered a hundred and more men. Other
detachments were quickly moved to posi
tions in support, and in comparatively lit
tle time every exposed point was measur
ably covered.
Indications more and more pointed to a
gathering, host and messages sped from out
posts to city defenses putting New Berne's
garrison in battle preparation.
Angered at the defiance of his column
where but slight and momentary resist
ance was expected, Gen. Pickett summoned
a regiment of veterans that had never
failed him elsewhere to storm and carry
the bridge. The picked men from Vir
ginia sprang fearlessly forward to execute
the reckless mandate. Their crowding
numbers but swelled their losses. Against
the largely increased fire of the Federal
needle guns the Confederates went down
in dozens and scores. Many ended their
death struggle in the dark bosom of the
branch. The few that passed the stringers
and gained the barricade met their death
by ball or bayonet thrust.
No soldiers could do more than those
who tried and failed. But others still were
led or driven to slaughter. They encum
bered the ground with dead and wounded.
They dyed the water of the creek with
their blood. The remorseless, unerring
shower of bullets no assailants could shun.
They counted many who went down to
the bridge and did not return.
A furious cannonade followed. Whist
ling shot and screeching shell lent
new terrors to the dismal night. But
the solid and exploding bolts mowed
down the underowth and tree-tops more
than the bravely resisting men. Falling
boughs and slashed sapliDgs formed a pro
tecting environment about the sternly held
At the height of the battery pounding a
Confederate line deployed to the west of
the crossing, and advancing to the creek's
bank disappeared upon theground. Protect
ed by a thousand rifle barrels held above their
heads, a body of pioneers was set to work.
The sharpe strokes of plying axes were
heard above the din of serving cannon.
The peril of a flanking column was
threatened. To avert a danger like this a
reinforcement of infantry and a battery
section were hastening from the city de
Appearances showed the enemy was not
to be baulked by the signal and bloody
reverses at the bridge. The assailants un
masking to the dimensions of thousands,
were fast feeling their way to vulnerable
points. To the sorely pressed Fédérais
standing in the breech along the attenuated
stretch of outposts these were anything
but cheerful disclosures. But the situa
tion, as critical as it appeared, was resolute
ly faced.
The resounding axes revealed the enemy 's
purpose to span the creek by felling trees.
Unless interfered with a crossing would
be speedily effected and the bridge de
fenders taken in flank and rear.
With twenty men at hand to follow him,
a gallant officer volunteered to seek out the
axe men and drive them away. The des
perate venture was at once entered upon,
and soon every gun of the score was hunt
ing for iis mark. The axe-strokes one after
another ceased their threatening.
Quickly the bold interference was re
sented. A line of fire lit up the opposite
bank, and musketry volleys broke in a
roar from the prostrate Confederate line.
Except the night's shelter little protection
was offered to the presumptuous sqnad
that dared to interrupt the tree cutting.
Exposed at first to a withering storm of
bullets, nearly half the party were killed
or wounded, among them their fearless
leader, seriously disabled from a shattered
hip. •
Falling back to positions of less ex
posure, the unequal fight was renewed.
The gallant officer, helpless from
wonnds, cost the lives of two as brave men
os he in removal from under fire.
The passage of the creek, long and
valorously disputed, was as yet nowhere
effected, bat the power to prevent momen
tarily diminished. The incessant fire of
musketry and artillery, largely directed
upon the bridge and its neighborhood, was
better trained, and positions held in sup
port were becoming untenable. Empty
cartridge boxes were calling for replenish
ment. Shirking no service, however dan
gerous, the acting quartermaster, while de
livering supplies of ammunition, met a
brave man's death.
The awaited reinforcement of field gnns
and supports from the city seemed slow to
report. The outpost commandant, ad
monished that he was being fought beyond
the limit that hundreds coaid longer ex
pect to contend against thousands, pre
pared to withdraw in time and place his
men beyond the reach of capture.
To the camp itself, at this hour, there
was small protection save what was lent
by a "monitor car" armed with a brace of
Wiard guns, on the near track of the rail
road operated from city to outposts.
Coupled to a train which had steamed
from New Berne, it stood sentinel over the
string of fiat cars loading at the station
with wounded men and camp property,
waiting for the command to move back to
the main defenses.
The hour of dawn neared. The power
of farther resistance was about exhausted.
With daybreak would come fewer chances
of escape, should the enemy succeed in
forcing the passage of the creek. Finally
from post to post went the order to retire.
It was answered none too soon.
With the lifting 1'og of early inorniDg
an extended battle line of Confederates
: was disclosed on the rear Hank west of the
j Neuse road, moving to encompass the cross
| ing. But the bridge heroes, who had
fought so long and bravely, and other de
tachments imminently endangered, were
I missing. They cleverly eluded the llank
I ing maneuver and in orderly march fell
! back upon the camp.
Part of the Union reinforcements, now
I closely at hand, were less fortunate.
; They were surrounded and made prisoners,
including Lieut. Col. Fellows and a detach
ment of his regiment, the 17th Mass. For
this accident, as also the loss on the Wash
ington road of battery pieces and a de
tachment of the 17th N. Y. afterward, an
I ofiicer's indulgence was responsible. He
' failed to execute as communicated the com
mands of his superior.
Excepting a small number of men iso
lated by interposing bodies of the enemy,
the ontpost command was successfully ex
tricated from the snare set to entrap it.
The train, held to the last moment of
safety, was dispatched—freighted with
wounded and stores and effects of the out
posts. The run to the protection of the
main defenses was not molested except at a
single point, the pushing Confederate skir
mishers exchanging shots with the monitor
Reluctantly the regiment's face was
turned toward New Berne, and the com
mand speedily disappeared in the mazes of
the surrounding forest. Devious trails
were pursued and obstructed forest paths
followed to gain the one remaining high
! way left uncovered by the Confederates,
i The open country finally reached, the glad
sight of the city broke upon the view from
the direction of the Trent road. Down this
road detachments of the 12th N. Y. cavalry,
picketing the extreme left of the outpost
line, had retired in safety.
Well nigh exhausted by the loug hours
of fighting and marching, the 132d veter
ans passed behind the entrenchments,
greeted by tossing caps and an ovation of
cheers from the garrisoD.
The Confederates, foiled in their expected
instant break through the outpost lines,
tailed completely in the accomplishment of
their chief design—the surprise and cap
of New Berne. The investment of the city
ended abruptly and without glory. With
ample time lor preparation the garrison
was in full readiness to repel attack, which
prudently was not attempted.
The soldiers whom Pickett had deemed
invincible ; who had never wavered in the
battle lines of the Army of Northern Vir
ginia; who had moved with UDflinchiDg
step to the charge and stormed with des
perate courage the heights of Gettysburg—
these unbeaten veterans of battles many
and bloody were held at bay for hours by
a mere handful of troops assailed with
fierceness, without warning, at the dead
hour of night, in the woods of North Caro
Cheated of the great prize they had
planned so craftily and come so far to
possess, the disheartened Butternuts had
no other choice than to turn and retrace
their steps. Their losses exceeded the
casualties they had inflicted. Their few
prisoners were the victims of a night's ac
For his glorious defense, for the splendid
conduct of hi9 command, Col. Claassen de
served more than the congratulations
which in general orders he got. A greater
compliment was paid commander and regi
ment by Gen. Pickett, who reporting to the
Richmond authorities, said:
'"The enemy encountered in force at Batch -
eJer's Creel:, disputed our advance upon New
Berne for jive hours."
Gen. Pickett wa9 solely opposed by the
132nd infantry. The first assaults—three
in quick succession—were repulsed by
Lieut. Abram P. Haring and eleven en
listed men. They were as brave, as grand
soldiers as ever wore the blue and staid
with their country's flag. Before the bridge
fell more than 300 of Pickett's men, among
them Col. fchaw and Maj. Rhett, who
sacrificed their lives in leading their regi
ments to the charge.
The casualties of the outpost defenders
numbered eighty-seven officers and men,
including Lieut. Arnold Zenette killed, and
Lieuts. Wm. A. C. Ryan and Joseph Gear
ing desperately wounded. Lieut. Ryan
was the gallant officer who led against the
tree-choppers. He surrendered his life in
after years to the patriotic cause of Cuba.
Tlie Woman with the Garden Hose,
Bewaro of tho woman with tho garden
hose. Although she may be arrayed iu sum
mer garb and look sweet enough to eat, at
last she biteth like a serpent aud stingeth like
an adder. That is if she is within reach of
you. And she generallyis, allowing that you
are not in the next county. And if you are,
she has a female cousin over there with a
garden hose also. A woman with a hose is
more terrible than an army with banners. A
man who eontrolleth his temper is greater than
he that taketh a city, but no man, neither the
son of man, can control his temper and be
soaked from crown to too by tho woman who
is trying to sprinkle the lawn. There i3 no
lawn, no tract of land, no universe big
enough to protect the outside world from this
woman, even though she stands in the center
of it. Give her a garden hose and a good
pressure and Noah will begin to reconstruct
the ark, sending out his agents after samples
by twos of the horned cattle and the beasts of
the fields, for lo! she is a holy terror.—Oil
City Derrick.
Simple Enough.
Omaha Groom—Well, my dear, the wed
ding tour is finished and here we are in our
new home.
Bride—But, George, the servant girl who
was to be here has not arrived.
"I see. It's too late to hunt up another to
day. 1 suppose you can get supper, can't
"Of course. Go out and buy some steak,
not too rare, with mushrooms and French
potatoes and iced cake and hot waffles, and
I'll set the table while you're gone."—Omaha
Trouble at Milan In Finding n Famous
Painting—Something About Americans
Who Are Traveling Abroad—The I.ahea
of Italy—IIow Como Was Named.
[Special Correspondence.]
Pallanza, Italy, Aug. 12.—I don't know
exactly the size of tho ignorance I ordinarily
wear, but lam free to confess that until I
bought my ticket to this place I never heard
of it. It is a charming place, too, surrounded
by history and beautiful scenery and summer
resorters, and sits so close to Lake Maggiore
that the foot of the street we live on hangs
over into the water. We came here to take
a little breathing spell before getting into or
onto that diligence to ride sixty-five miles
over the Alps, because beyond the Alps lies
To recur to tho subject of ignorance, we
had a manifestation of it in Milan, which
gives me the courage to acknowledge that I
never heard of Palianza till now. At our
hotel m Milan, which was in sight of the
cathedral, I found it necessary to ask one of
the English speaking men in the office the di
rection to the other great attraction of the
city, to wit: ' The Last .Supper," a picture
familiar by copies to every Sunday school
scholar iii America. So in an off hand, mat
ter of course way 1 said to him:
'Where is Leonardo da Vinrfs picture of
'The Last Supper?' "
"Mem?" said he, with a twenty centime in
"Where's Da Vinci's 'Last Supper?' " think
ing he hadn't understood me.
"Da Vinci—Da Vinci?" lie repeated ques
tioningly, as he scratched his head thought
"Yes," said I, "Da Vinci's 'Last Supper,' a
famous picture; don't you know where it is?"
"No mem, I never heard of it. Excuse me,
I'll call up the head waiter."
Then he called up the waiter, and as that
worthy gave me the proper direction he stood
by in very evident satisfaction that the hotel
was so well equipped for the benefit of its
guests, and with never a sigh for his own cul
pable ignorance.
By the way, the English speaking waiters,
or waiter, for there is often only one, with
which nearly every continental hotel is pro
vided, are the most valuable men in the en
tire establishment, and are superior to any of
their class in America. They know nearly as
much as the prevalent American hotel plerk
thinks he knows, and when I have said that,
what more comprehensive compliment can I
pay them? From a railroad timetable to the
price of a hairpin they know every foot of
the way ;.and they are as conversant w ith an
art catalogue as with a bill of fare. Every
one-tongued American on the continent is
under obligations to these waiters, and I
gues the waiters are not sorry of it. Neither
are the hotel proprietors, for the guests pay
the salaries, or words to that effect.
My "Last Supper" experience reminds me
of a story which I cannot vouch for as I can
my own. A rich American over here from
Chicago seeing the sights met a friend in Mi
lan who had spent tho winter in the city.
Very naturally, the friend made inquiries as
to what the visitor had taken in during his
urban and suburban rambles.
"Have you seen Da Vinci's 'Last Supper? "
be asked early in his catechism.
"Well, no," replied the Chicagoan, regret
fully, "I can't say that I have. You see, I've
been so confounded busy chasing around after
art and that sort of thing I haven't had a
chance at a meal of victuals except what I
got at tho hotel. I presume he won't give an
other until next season, will he?"
Of course, this kind of ignorance is excusa
ble in a man coming from away off in Chi
cago, but that a Milanese hotel man shouldn't
know Da Vinci's "Last Supper" is an unpar
donable sin.
Dickey says I shouldn't tell stories like that
on Americans, even if they be true, for it
brings the nation into disrepute, but I hold
to the contrary and will proceed with another.
The cemetery at Milan, which, by the way,
is a very handsome one, is called, as in all
Italian cities, "Campo Santo'' ("Camp of the
Saints," Dickey says it meang), and every
body w ho goes to Milan gets out to see it.
The day we were there we met an American
lady wearing a diamond ring on tho outside
of her glove and very willing to talk with
out the formality of an introduction.
"What an umbrageous spot this is," she
said to mo after a few questions of identifi
"Yes," said I, trying to think what um
brageous meant and wondering if she signed
"Boston" after her name on the register.
"Beautiful," she continued ; "with the excep
tion of the one at Genoab, I think this the
handsomest Sancho Panza in Italy."
I concurred with great unanimity, and
turned awav to nrc"—* Tv "'— -k-i.»—
to death on a handkerchief she had stuffed
into her mouth.
But this is hardly a narration of travel,
and right on tho heels, too, of a trip from
Como to Palianza, than which for a day's
journey there can be none more variously
beautiful in all the realm of nature. If I
could transfer a patch of this portion of Italy,
about 10Ü miles square, to some point in Penn
sylvania, equi distant from New York and
Philadelphia, and have the copyright secured
for five years for excursion privileges, I'd
have enough money at the expiration of the
time to live like a Pullman palace car porter.
We float through a picture for the first
twenty-five miles on Lake Como: then by
rail far up the mountains to the clouds, and
down again to Lake Lugano; then by steamer
between the shadows of the grim, gray
mountain past little villages sleeping by the
water side; thence rail again through gorges
where a tossing, tireless stream throws silver
lace on every leaf and flower that dares to
show its colors on tho rocks, and last we
skim along Maggiore's dark green waves,
whose deep foundation stones lie full 2,000
feet below tho level of the sea and
"Eat a table d'hote et Palianza, painted
red by an Italian sunset," interrupted
Dickey, looking over my shoulder.
In the soft twilight, accompanied by a
nightingale in the oleander trees by the shore,
I listened 'to Dickey in rapturous girly clo
quence telling a Baltimore newspaper man of
the beauty of the It a l i an lakes, and just about
the time I thought three might be a crowd,
and bad given tu y skirts a preparatory shuf
fle previous to quietly stealing away, she
asked Lin b.o v Lake Como had received its
name. This was ia ».he nature of the dry de
tails of 'aisto. ico-goography, so to speak, and
I remained u> clean a fact cr two.
"It is a pretty story, but a tragic one," b®
eaid, fixing himself in an easy position, "and
w shall only be too glad to teil it to you.
Away back yonder, before the mountains
were gray, there lived iu a castle on the
shores of the lake at a narrow point the
Count Trattoria Albergo, a nobleman, rich
aud powerful, llis daughter, Merceria, a
lovely girl of 13 soft Italian summers, was his
only companion, although their associa
tion could scarcely bo called companionship,
for he was dark aud stern, and she was all
light and sweetness. The count was an am
bitious man and he had a long cherished de
sire that his daughter should ally herself in
marriage to the great house of Calzioleria,
and the two families thereby form a combina
tion which would bo well nigh invulnerable.
But Merceria, womanlike, was willful, and
instead of thinking of the pomp and panoply
of state, and tho consummation of lofty am
bition, she had let her young heart, ull unfet
tered, go rambling over the green hills about
the lake, and on the farther shore a young
herdsman, Heurico Dobeniehino, had placed
it forever in thrall.
"And Merceria was happy.
"But her father knew it not.
"Day al ter day, as the sun w ent down in
its golden bed to rest and the long shadows
stretched their arms across tho lake, Merceria
came to her trysting place near the shore and
called across the waters to Henrico, and Hen
rico always came.
"Life was roseate to the young lovers, but
a worm is in the bud.
"One evening Merceria's father heard her
voice, and ere the night had fallen he knew
"Like a w ild animal caged he tore his hair
and stormed about the castle grounds, but
spoke not to Merceria. And she wot not
w hat w as up.
"But the cruel count laid his plans, and the
next evening he was secreted near the tryst
ing place, so hateful to him, waiting for his
"At last she came, softly as the dew falls
upon the flowers, and there was that smile
upon her face which only angels and babies
wear. She looked across tho ribbon of blue
waters, and making a tiny trumpet of her
pretty hands, she called to Henrico:
"'Come over! Come over! Come over!'
"Tho count peered through the dense foliage
and gnashed his teeth.
" 'Come over! come over! come over!' came
again from her lips the silver music.
"The count came from his hiding place, and
with stealthy tread he crept up behind his in
nocent, unsuspecting child.
"Come over! Come o—! Comeo—!'"
"The count's iron fingers sunk deep into tho
soft, white throat of Merceria, and her call
was throttled, but the echoes took it up and
sounded the last notes like a wail:
" 'Com-o! Com-o! Com-o!'they repeated as
Merceria lay in her white robes dead by the
shore; and when Henrico found her there the
cruel count stood by and laughed his grief to
scorn, but not for long.
"Heurico slew him, and for a hundred
years each evening as the sun went down
three misty forms rose from the valley, and,
moaning as the wind, the frightened shep
herds heard the words, "Com-o! Com-o!
"And that's how the lake got jts name."
Chamounix, îsavoy, Àug. 19 .—I believe I
have confessed once or twice, during our
summer rumbles, to ignorance of certain
things, which are apparently so simple
that every one should know them. Well,
I am come for confession again. The day
we came to Chamounix, I wrote a Swiss
postal card full of wise and witty observa
tions on the trip from the last station, and
took it to the hotel letter box to mail. Just
as I was going to drop it in, the hotel porter
stopped me.
"What's that for ?" said I, sharply.
" 'Tisn't the right kind of a post card,
ma'am," said he, politely.
"It's two cents' worth," said I, "and that's
the rate to America."
"Yes, but it is a Swiss card, and Chamounix
is in France, and not Switzerland."
"How stupid of me,' ; said I, with true fash
ionable womanly grace, "to get my French
cards mixed with my Swiss ones and not
notice it. I'll just have to write another for
my carelessness," and with a smiling "Thank
you," I left him and hied me to my room to
stop Dickey from doing what I had done, and
waste another card. I don't know whether
the porter believed the card story or not, be
cause so many people had done w hat I had
that he had put up a sign on the box reading
"France," but I know I didn't believe it, and
even now I can't think of "Chamounix, sweet
Chamounix," as anything else but a part of
Well, wo have crossed the Alpri I may
say we have crossed them twice—once via
the Simplon pass and again via the Tete
Noil - —and crossing the Alps is no small un
dertaking, when you come to consider that
it has to be done by diligence or char-a-banc
or mule a-back, or some other method of the
Noacbim period, and it is all up hill and
down hill. But I know what a real mountain
is now, and I am satisfied. For years I have
been anxious to see a mountain which in
some degree approached my ideal, but
I never could find one. They all lacked the
stupendous grandeur I sought, and with each
recurring mountain brought to view came
added disappointment. The morning we
started over the Simplon I told Dickey I sup
posed we %vould have the usual experience,
but when tho diligence ran along slowly up
the narrow defile of the Gondo gorge, and
the mountains began to rise almost perpen
dicular above us, I felt that possibly what I
sought might bo found here. I waited and
watched, and at one turn in the road my
dream came true. Far, far above me, until
it gave me ihe toothache in the back of my
neck to look to the summit, lose a peak,
1,000,000 feet up it looked like, and hanging
almost over me. The trees dwindled away
into little bunches of evergreen and finally
disappeared ; but the peak ran on upward to
a bare and rocky point—a very Alpine
splinter to pick the teeth of the clouds. It is
well said by the guide book that the Gondo
gorge is the grandest in the Alps, and if in
the world there be other scenery like it I
don't care to see it, for I know when
I've got enough. In the afternoon we
had reached an altitude of 0,600 feet;
the air was bleak and cbill, and
the snow, in banks, lay along the roadside,
but over beyond where the sun could reach
the earth, the Alpine rose painted the rocks
a rich deep red, and the harebell nodded its
pretty blue head to tho fluttering gold of the
Up the road to the summit of the pass we
saw telegraph poles of stone, the first I had
ever seen. The driver or conductor couldn't
speak English, and I could not ask him why
they used such material, but for tho benefit
of others who may come over tho Simplon, I
will venture the opinion that they are of
stone, so they won't freeze off in winter.
Somebody, a newspaper man, I think it was,
told me it got so cold at the Hospice that the
smoke from the chimneys froze every night
and choked up the flue, and that the monks
dragged it out and chopped it up for fuel.
Dickey believed this yarn, but I didn't, and
merely repeat it to show you that a man is
os unreliable in other walks of life as in mak
ing love to tho girls.
Switzerland is a charming country, and at
every hotel we have stopped at we have had
honey for breakfast. The Switzer may for
get grace at breakfast, but he docs not for
get honey, and Swiss honey is as sweet and
pure as the air it grows iu.
I believe»" ue of my previous letter's I
called attention to the fact that it was the
exception to find a house in southern France
or Italy which had any eaves to speak of,
and at the same time I think I offered a
chromo to any subscriber who would tell me
why it was so. Noboby has answered
the question up to date and I'll take
the chromo myself. I have discovered
the why, in Switzerland, namely, to wit:
These Swiss houses are built with such ex
cessively extensive eaves that they exhaust
the entire continental supply and all the other
houses have to go without. Of course many
persons will doubt this statement, but they
won't unless they have never seeu the Swiss
houses, and until they do see them they are
not competent to sit in judgment. In some
cases they are so wide that a set of hinges
might be put in and the eave let down
like an old fashioned table leaf, to serve as an
extra thickness of wall in cold weather.
These are the first frame houses wo have
seen, too, excepting those temporarily erected
along the coast between Marseilles and Genoa
since the earthquake, and we feel just a little
as if we had struck a mountain region iu our
own country.
At this point Dickey suggested that I stop
writing and go with her to make a snow man
on the glacier adjoining our backyard, and I
think 1 will. She remarks en passant that a
snow man in summer is an excellent variety
of sweetheart, because be is in such a melting
mood. Mary Jane.
His Short Lay Sermons on Topic* That
Are Uppermost.
"I know what is tho matter with me, doc
tor," said the patient, "and I know just what
I need and all I need. I want quiet and rest."
"Correct you are," replied the doctor, "and
I'll fix you right out. Join a cricket club."
"Why is the air in the country so much
fresher than in the city?" asked Miss Sillibub.
"Because," l'eplied Farmer Hayseed, "so many
fresh people come out from town and wade
around in it." No man who »-eads Aristotle
can deny this.
"Is it not possible," suggested Professor
Gull, principal of the Kaskaskia Primary
school, in the course of his paper on the Im
materiality of Substance, "that Aristotle
derived his ideas of potential infinities from
other inventors?" "Oh, yes," said Professor
Muggs, LL. D. (teacher of violin and accor
dion, St. Paul City, Minn., seafoam, shampoo
a specialty); "he had been reading a Minne
apolis directory."
A yawl, containing members of the Second
Presbyterian Fishing club, of Philadelphia,
capsized off Cape May last Thursday and the
fishers were rescued from drowning with
great difficulty. Well, the Presbyterians
ought to know enough to keep out of deep
water. They're not used to it.
Solomon the Wise was saved from being a
pettifogger by a woman. The child's mother
checked the monarch in the very beginning
of his career as an heir splitter.
"Were you intendon to carve the fowl, Mr.
Samson?" asked the landlady, insinuatingly.
"Sinew insist upon it, I will," replied Mr.
Samson, and all the spectators vailed their
faces as the strong man bowed himself for
the struggle.
From the intemperate language used by
Professor Tyndall iu his assaults upon Mr.
Gladstone, the hard names he calls the Grand
Old Man, he vicious charges he makes, the
mud he throws and the generally hateful and
malignant temper ho displays, we fear the
scientist has become a philanthropist and
joined the refonners. It is indeed dishearten
ing and saddening to see a man who has
hitherto possessed a warm, affectionate,
human heart, touched with perhaps one or
two human infirmities itself, suddenly be
come infirmed with a desire to do people
good. It's always mighty hard on the people.
—Brooklyn Eagle.
The Girl and the Cash liox.
In a burst of obviously misplaced confidence
a young lady just returned from college con
fided one of the awful secrets of her sex—the
true inwardness of the female's account book.
"You see," she said, "I can't always remember
exactly what I have spent all my money for,
so I just put down all the items I can remem
ber, and then charge the deficit to postage
stamps. Mamma often wonders what I can
possibly <lo with all the stamps I buy, for she
knows I haven't such a dreadful list of cor
respondents. Of course," she went on, with a
truly inexplicable look of conscious prevarica
tion, "I don't write to anybody mamma
doesn't know about."
"Of coui'se," assented the tourist."
"And you see," continued the fair Vassal
ité, "when she looks over my accounts and
sees twenty-five cents churged for missionary
fund, ten cents for lead pencils, fifty cents
for caramels and Ç2 for postage stamps, she
thinks it's kind of funny."—Albany Journal.
Sumner's Hatred of Scandal.
It was a maxim with him to say nothing
but good of the absent and dead. Not that
he would fail to criticise men as well iw>
measures, but ho was an absolute enemy to
scandal and gossip; and he wmxld often go to
the verge of indorsement in d .'fending the ab
"But, senator," a friend Mice said, when
thus put on the defensive, "I've heard you
say as much to his face."
"To his face, yes!" was the reply.
Sometimes, when others iu his presence
would fall into a gossiping vein, he opposed
the protest of absolute silence to tho tone the
talk had taken. It was curious to note the
wet blanket effect bis attitude would have on
the convei-sation. Ho would not change the
subject; lie simply stared at the speaker and
left him to say the next word.
He was absolutely of a clean, pure mind.
Emerson said, "He was the whitest soul I
ever knew." So far as I am aware, no one
ventured to tell a risque story in his presence.
It is said of him that at a dinner table ha
quenched a raconteur who began something
by saying, "I will ventuie to tell you a good
story, as there are no ladies present," by say
ing "But. sir, there are gentlemen present."—
Arnold Burges Johnson in The Cosmopolitan.
A Slight Divergency of Opinion.
Effusive Daughter—Oh, Oustavus is just
superb! He is all soul. He_
Gruff Father—Humph 1 Had you seen him
at the banquet last night you would have
pronounced him all stomach.—Philadelphia

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