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I IE YOUNGEST SOLDIER. Was a Genuine tiie 'Regiment. of 'N the early morning of December 21, 1863. there arrived in camp just before reveille a youngster who was promptly christened Edward McClellun Roberts, the Ed ward being for one Captain Edward Blackburn of the Twenty-first Mis souri and the McClellan for General George B. McClellan. Thus it was that the "Little Mac Junior" became a genuine child of the regiment. Quick to recognize a true soldier In the newcomer, a committee of com rades called at his tent and demanded that he surrender to their wishes. They rolled him up in a blanket and took him to headquarters. There he was regularly enrolled. A soldier at ten days—Comrade Edward McClel lan Roberts! Three years later, as sergeant of his regiment, he was hon orably discharged at Fort Morgan, Alabama. The regimental cliaplain was one Comrade Jenkins. Chaplain Jenkins was a lighter, but not profane. De spite all this. "Little Mac Junior" was an adept pupil of his elder comrades, and he learned the art of swearing to a degree equaled by few of his eld ers. Even his instructors took off their hats when their pupil got busy. While at mess he'd fire a wad of oaths at some delinquent servant and would be abruptly commanded to stop it by his astonished mother. When asked who had taught him to say such bad words he would blandly reply, "Oh, Chap'n Jenkins did." If the tiny soldier was disloyal to his chaplain he was not so to the rank and file. He feels sure that the good chaplain would today forgive his early accusa tions. For several months prior to the close of the war the Twenty-first Missouri regiment was quartered at Fort Mor gan. Alabama, on Mobile bay. It was at this post that the three-year-old ser7 geaut received his discharge. By the time the regiment had moved to Fort Morgan the lad had become of Interest, indeed, to his older comrades, he then being between two and three and rather precocious, perhaps, be cause of bis association with his eld ers. He here found a warm, close chum in Gunner Ephraim Jones. On one occasion the gunner thought to have a bit of fun at the expense of the juvenile comrade, hoping to give him more "big noise" than he would "WHEN MAT I FIBB IT?" relish in close proximity with the coast gun. Accordingly Jones asked the young patriot if he would like to fire the sunset gun for him. "Sure." replied the lad in gleeful anticipation. "When may I fire it— now?" "No, not now it isn't sunset yet This big gun. you know, is the one that makes the sun go down. Come around in an hour and we'll give tbe old sun a glorious sendoff." "All right," Ed replied "you can. count on me." In an hour "Little, Mac Junior" ap peared. Gunner Jones placed the lanyard in the small hands of the lad. held biro aloft of the coast defender and com manded, "Fire!" "Bang!" went the big gun. which had a little extra "food" for the event. The baby gunner dropped the lanyard to applaud' the music made by the war dog. "Didn't it scare you?" asked the reg ular. "No it's better'n a drum. If you are 'fraid of 'er, just send for me any time. I'll do it for you." Epb took occasion to be 'fraid" quite often thereafter, and "Little Mac Junior" enjoyed the privilege of "helping him out" For several years Sergeant Edward McClellan Roberts has been a resident of New York city, devoting his time to writing and literature. On a re cent evening he was invited by L. T. Fetzer to visit the Fourteenth regi ment camp. United Spanish War Vet erans, at its armory in Brooklyn. A spread followed an installation of of ficers, and after responding to urgent calls for a speech Sergeant Roberts was voted an honorary member of the camp, then in command of William J. Prendergast. and was decorated with a button of the order. Often has the claim made for him that he Is the youngest soldier of the war of 1S61-5 and the youngest mem ber of the Grand Army of the Repub lic been disputed, but a simple recital of the foregoing facts has promptly and easily settled each dispute.—New York Herald. A FAITHFUL FRIEND. The Secret of His Loyalty to tho Con dwinid Man. A negro was executed in a prison not many hours' jouruey from the city not long ago, says the Philadelphia Times. For several months prior to his de parture he had been visited by a faith ful friend who brought him chicken, possum, sweet potatoes, cigars and other things. The bearer of these good things seemed to be under some trouble. It was suspected that he had some inti mate knowledge of the crime for which the other was to be executed. The se cret came to light on the morning of the execution, when one of the guards overheard this conversation between the two men: "Now, Jim, didn't I done do every thing I could for you?" "Yes. Bill, you has sho' fu'filled all ob yo' obligation an' squared 'counts fo' dem crap games, an' I sho' is 'bilged to yo'." "And. Jim. does yo' swear that yo' won't come and ha'nt me after yo's done gone an' been hanged?1' "No. Bill yo' has sho' acted like a man an' a brudder. an' 1 ain't low down mean 'nuff to ha'nt yo' now. but ef yo' hadn't brung me dem things when 1 told yo' I sho' would hav' ha'nted yo* every night of yo' life, an' don't yo' forget it." Yellow Fever. "Every one knows that when a man has once had yellow fever and recov ers he never contracts the disease again, no matter how much he exposes himself to infection." said Dr. Fred S. Williams of Havana. "This ability to resist the minute organisms which cause the malady is called immunity, and in tropical countries where yellow jack is always present it is turned to profit in various ways. "Thus during the Spanish-American war regiments of immunes were en listed in the south for service in the fever ridden country about Santiago. Again, during an epidemic in New Or leans many persons purposely exposed themselves to infection because the disease prevailed in a very mild form, and they concluded that if* they were infected they would quickly recover and would be immune during severe epidemics in the future."—Washington Herald. Wonder of Blood Transfusion. There is nothing more dramatic in surgery than a transfusion of blood to see the patient take on the rosy hue of health, waken out of his lethargy. show an immediate live interest in his surroundings and actually recover un der the eye of the operator. In adults we must not permit the amount trans fused to equal the normal for fear of suddenly overtaxing the heart, but in the case of young children who have had severe hemorrhages there may be complete recovery without a period of convalescence, so that at the termina tion of the operation the patient is well.—Century. All affectation is the attempt of pov erty to appear rich. fs^r++******r+++++*r*+*+.r+++++**+.++++++*r***»*+*^****+**^^ I I N O BLUE O GRA BY J. W. FOLEY 'What's the odds if 'twas gray or blue If he fought as his conscience bade him do Fought for his flag and his own fireside Fought as he thought—for when he died, His was the garb of a soldier true. And what's the odds if 'twas gray or blue. What's the odds if 'twas gray or blue. When he lay at night in the damp and dew, His life blood staining the leaf and sod, His worn, white face upturned to God. He was a hero—none asked or knew Or cared if his garb was gray or blue. What's the odds if 'twas gray or blue— I saw his grave and the flowers grew As well, wherever a soldier lay, Or whether his garb was blue or gray. A soldier first and a soldier true And a soldier whether 'twas gray or blue. What's the odds if 'twas gray or blue. They march down the street today, two by two, Crippled and broken and seamed with scars But all of them under the same old stars And strines and the old flag snapped and flew With never a thought of the gray or blue. What's the odds if 'twas gray or blue When the trumpet sounds the Last Review, When the drumbeat strikes and the muster roll, When God shall read from the judgment scroll, That a soldier brave and a soldier true Was a hero, whether 'twas gray or blue. So here's a cheer for the soldier true, And what if his garb was gray or blue. And here's a flower for ..the dead today Or whether his garb was blue or gray. And mingles tear with the glistening dew, A tear that is shed for the gray and blue. ECHOES OF THE PAST. I 1 EYE DEFECTS. Somo Tilings Are 8aid to Affect Sense of Vision. Many ey delWls. course, are due to the had habits of their possessors. Tobacco, tor instance, is generally held to Impair the vision, usually injuring the color sense so that gold and silver become Indistinguishable. According to some modleal authorities, again, the connection'between eye and tooth trou ble is more than an old wife's fable. In his book dealing with the subject Han cock relates the story of a boy who woke up one morning to find himself blind. On examination his teeth were discovered to be crowded together, and a few of them were removed, with the result that by eveniug he could distin guish between light and darkness. More teeth were removed, and in elev en days his sight was fully restored. Other cases which tend to show the connection between eye and tooth trou ble have also been noted. Very fre quently occupation has much to do with one or other eye defect Thus nystagmus is sometimes known as the miners' disease. Nystagmus is an involuntary oscilla tion of the eyeball to and fro or round in its orbit. In contradistinction to glaucoma, it is a young defect, having been noticed in infants, but sometimes it attacks miners after forty. Miners are inclined to attribute the failing to the bad light, but it is more likely to be caused by the continual upward glance so often necessitated by their occupation.—Strand Magazine. What the Light Revealed. A story is told of a simple and de vout Methodist minister who was not sufficiently eloquent or businesslike to be approved by the presiding elder. Through the influence of the elder he felt sure lie was appointed to a small and widely scattered settlement where there was much hard work, and the results were necessarily meager. One day he was commenting sadly on the narrowness of his opportunities to a friend, who said gravely that he ought to pray for light that he might see the hand of the Lord in his appointment. "I have, brother," he answered, "again and again. But so far," he added, with a whimsical smile, "I've had only light enough to see the In terfering hand of Elder Brown."— Youth's Companion. Eyeglasses. "Did you ever notice," queried an optician, "that nearly every person who wears rimless eyeglasses when polishing the lenses with a handker chief holds the glasses by the nose piece, thus putting all the strain of the rubbing upon the screws which attach the glass to the metal? Of course this tends to loosen the glass and wear out the thread upon the tiny screw. This in turn causes the lenses to wabble, resulting in great discom fort to the wearer. It's strange how little intelligence intelligent people dis play In simple matters, but then it brings us business."—New York Globe. A wise man never loses anything It be has himself.—Montaigne. WHO DRANK THE TODDY? The Major Who ud It Could Not Tel, INpahannockanhriver, August 1862, the armies of Gen eral Lee General Pope con fronted eac other on the Rap in Virginia. General Lee had determined to attack Pope and conceived a plan as bril liant as it was daring. He purposed to leave one half of his army under Longstreet in front of Pope and throw the other half, under Jackson, by a circuitous march to a point twenty one miles exactly between him and Washington. In pursuance of his plan and to fa cilitate its execution a day or two be fore Jackson started Lee determined to throw his cavalry, under Stuart twelve miles in Pope's rear at Cat lett's Station, a point on the railroad connecting Pope with his capital. At that place were encamped the re serves, baggage and ammunition trains of Pope's army. There, too, were his headquarters tents, with his personal effects. Stuart captured a number of officers and men, a large sum of money in a safe in one of the tents and dispatches and other papers, but the rain fell in such torrents and the night was so dark that it was not possible for Stuart to damage the railroad to any extent or to burn the railroad bridges or the acres of wagons before him, all of which, with the telegraph wires, would have seriously crippled Pope. My command was in advance on that terribly rainy night. I was rid ing with the lieutenant commanding the platoon which formed the ad vance guard when I suddenly saw be tween the flashes of lightning a man run across the road. Under the Influence of the spur my horse in a single bound reached the man, and under the influence of a pis tol held to his head he told me that he was a servant of General Pope and was there with his headquarters' tents, which, he said, were pitched in a clump of pines close by. 1 made him get up in front of one of the troopers and guide squadron, which I detached from the leading regiment, to the tents in the pines. On reaching the spot I quickly surrounded the Federal headquarters, and, seeing a light in one of the tents. I dis mounted and with one of my men en tered it. It was vacant, but filled with a large number of papers showing where THE INFLUENCE OP A PISTOL. some one had been recently writing. There were also two glasses of toddy on the table. A few days thereafter I captured a squadron of the Federal dragoons, under Major Thomas Hilte of the reg ular army, whom I had formerly known when a cadet at West Point. One of the officers, who had just ar rived from Washington, told nie that he was at Willard's hotel, in that city, and, seeing a crowd around Major Clary, Pope's chief quartermaster, joined the group and found Clary tell ing of his escapes from the rebels at Catlett's Station a few nights before. The major said that he and Lewis Marshall, the latter being an aid-de camp of Pope and a nephew of Gen eral Lee, were in one of the tents that night and that be bad been working all day over his quartermaster papers. and in view of the fact, as well as the tempestuous character of the night, he proposed to Marshall that they should take a drink. "The whisky was brought out," con tinued the major, "and sugar was put in glasses with the proper amount of water, to which a liberal allowance of whisky was added. 1 was just pour ing the toddy from one glass to the other, thinking how soon the situation would be improved by swallowing it, when I heard the noise of horses* hoofs and the report of one or two pistol shots. I quickly put the glasses down, saying, 'I believe that is some of that rebel cavalry.' At this point of the narrative the major paused and after looking around added: "Gentlemen, if you be lieve me. I do not know whether I drank that toddy or not. The rebels were on us so quick that Marshall and I lifted the side of the tent and rolled down into a friendly ravine and re mained there shivering in the drench ing rain until the rebels rode off." It only remains to say that Clary and Marshall did not drink the toddies they mixed, but that they rapidly dis appeared down the throats of the two wet rebels who found them.—Fitz hugh Lee.