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flu &' III i? N 1 I'il I li I! Vii:. •S MM It was finally decided that the only way to make the enemy show force was to try to cross the ford in our front. If this succeeded, the enemy was to be driven out of his works If possible if not, he would drive us back across the ford, probably with severe loss to our troops. Reluctantly, under these conditions, the division was organized for the work. Leading the advance guard, which consisted of a squadron of cavalry, was Captain Ash. His instructions con templated that only his advance guard should cross. It was hoped that this maneuver would draw the enemy from I behind the breastworks and cause him to display his force. Ash advanced with his squadron amid the stillness of death. The skirmish firing was hushed, and the silence which prevail ed showed that the enemy was intent on keeping us in ignorance of its numbers and determined to make us pay heavily for information. The anxiety was intense. We knew that when the enemy opened Are at short range our loss would be great and that the advance guard must be the first and greatest sufferers. Ash, with his small command, moved on. The works in front, gloomy, silent, de nuded, seemed deserted. The men started to cross the ford, and Ash pushed on ahead. He gained a point of vantage where, because of a turn in the river, he could see the interior of the breastworks. Just then the Confederates opened fire with a withering volley. Sudden ly Ash commanded his squadron to re treat, while he. bending forward on his horse's neck, rode at a rapid gallop along the river bank parallel to the breastworks, followed, as he came op posite each new part of the works. with volley after volley. There seemed no hope for him, and we waited in intense anxiety. On he •kept in spite of the storm of lead. Then, as he reached a point where his view of the Confederate lines was still more extended, he raised his hat and waved it over his head. It was a signal of triumph. To our amazement the Confederates. moved by admiration, ceased firing. Instead, they mounted on their breast works as thick as they could stand and, throwing their hats into the air, cheered him again and again. Ash reined up his horse and, turn ing toward the Confederates, raised his hat in a graceful .s.tlute. Then he rode leisurely into our own lines, amid the cheers of both sides. He had accomplished the work without the loss of a man and had for him self seen and displayed to every one else a full force of infantry occupying the Confederate works. Captain Ash said afterward that he had not thought of the scheme of drawing out the enemy's force until he bad reached the brink of the river and seen the great uuruber who occu pied the-works. To -,. on ....uWiliUHJHrt tyiiU.'«*:,»*i«r"' ""!'.i-V..','r.•.(»...,-..'i-m.i-«*.(V* :•!'•••"•''-'WJ VERY night off duty He stole from the lines of blue To meet her under the live oaks In the moonlight and the dew. And, lo, when the bugle sounded And the regiment marched away He left a ring and a promise With the sweet little maid in gray A DARING RIDE. Feat of a Union Officer That Won Con federate Cheers. One morning in February, said Gen eral Wesley Merritt, my division of cavalry started with instructions to discover the extent of Lee's forces on the Rapidan without bringing on a general engagement. In due time we found ourselves face to face with the enemy and the river between. A live ly skirmish with small arms began, but the result was insignificant. The enemy declined to show force beyond what was necessary to engage our skirmish line. The breastworks were long and formidable, but whether they were occupied by few or many soldiers our ingenious plans failed to discover. meant cer- tain death to many of his command to retreat in the direct line of fire was equally disastrous, and the in spiration to act suddenly seized him. My father, sir, with soul to dare. Throughout the day and night Stood on old Little Round Top there And watched the changeful fight And, with a hoarse, inspiring cry. Held up the stars and bars on high. At last the flag went down, and then— Ah, you can guess the rest— I never saw lu face again. My father's loyal breast Is strewn with the sweet flow'rs, I wot, That seem to love this sacred spot. The smoke of battle's cleared away And all its hatreds, too. And as I clasp your hand today, O man who wore the blue, On yonder hill I seem to see My father smiling down to me. —Eugene Field. The Pennypacker Army. It is said that the Pennypacker fam ily of Pennsylvania sent more soldiers to the civil war than any other Amer ican family. Of the descendants of Henry Pennebecker, a Dutch surveyor, who came to Pennsylvania before the year 1700, 144 were In the Union or Confederate armies, and twenty-seven of the 144 were commissioned officers. -iM«ttiinTiiTrmiiiTWiiiriwnin,rff'r'™™™™*™'*™*'*****™*'' heBlueandthe lira j- a£i GETTY^URS XTOU wore the blue and I the gray On this historic field. And all throughout the dread* ful fray We felt our muscles steeled For deeds which men ma.y never know Nor page of history ever show. NEE deep in the scarlet poppies, Waist hitfh in the waving corn, At the edtfe of a silver streamlet They met by chance one morn. He was a Union soldier ,yyj/ In blue and buttons tfay, And she -was a southern maiden In a shabby gown of gray. The poppies yet were sleeping. And who was to hinder, pray. If the blue clad soldier captured A kiss from the girl in gray? 3''.-,' HE looked at his stalwart shoulders And face with its healthy tan He looked at her cheeks of roses, And so the tale began. PROVED HIS BRAVERY. How a New Hampshire Lad Resented Epithet of "Coward." A Washington newspaper man, one of the few survivors of the Fifty-ninth Massachusetts regiment, recently told this story: "A young New Hampshire lad of sixteen, Sumner Elliott, was a mem ber of Company I, my company. In some way a companion had been mov ed to call him a coward at Spottsyl vanla. The epithet was undeserved, for Elliott was a brave boy. He thrashed the man who called bim a coward, but the insult rankled. On the march to North Anna river be brooded over it. We led the corps across the river and advanced on the enemy. A rattling musketry fire was dotting the ground with our dead and wounded. "Presently young Elliott sprang ahead of the advancing line, and as he waved his musket over his head he shouted out In broad New England accent: 'Sergeant Mertin, am I a coward?' "The enemy opened a masked bat tery full on our front and under a thousand yards from their line. The guns were loaded to the muzzles with grape and canister, and as the sward we were tripping over was perfectly level great gaps were made in our ranks. Nevertheless we rushed on, cheering, Sumner well in the lead. Presently he went down, full length, and as we swept over him the gallant lad was still faintly shouting: 'Sergeant Mertin, a-m I a c-o-w a-r-d?* "His kneecap had been broken with a grapeshot, and when subsequently removed to the field hospital our first sergeant, John H. Mertin, managed to visit him. As the poor boy, laid out on the rude operating table, grasped the sergeant's hand be faintly mut tered, 'S-e-r-g-e-a-n-t M-e-r-t-i-n, am I a c-o-w-a-r-dV "The sergeant pressed his hand and replied with tears in his eyes, 'No, Sumner, my lad New Hampshire nev er raised a coward.'" Unsentimental. A veteran of the civil war was asked if be felt that interest in Memorial day was dying. He answered the question with a question: "You will die, won't you? Nothing lasts forever. It's natural that this change should come." "Then you aren't indignant that a feeling of indifference should be man ifested by a younger generation?" The old soldier said: "No. Why should I be? I don't care a fig. Talking about the war won't make heroes. I dare say if there was an occasion for it the young men of today would make as good a record as they made forty years ago. But you can't expect young people today to feel about the war the way we older fellows do. They aren't close enough to it "I know that's so, because when I was a boy I was just about as far away from the war of 1812 as you are from the civil war, and I know people didn't take any account of it It's just as well, it seems to me. War is a bad remedy—necessary some times, but bad, all the same. "Naturally I don't like to see the observance of Memorial day becom ing more slack. It is an indication of the advance of time—nothing more. You can't say it shows deficient pa triotism, for it's simply human na ture, and I can't see that we're any different from what we've ever been. "People aren't any more selfish than they ever were. It seems to me that they are just the same. The old sol diers have bad a good deal done for them."—New York Evening Post »-a*w^'.a»«i»r«,.». .«^*»««* *i«cirjL»«/i.tx/"™' AFTER the war was over And the battle flags were furled M?A And the peaceful snow of the orchards Folded the weary world He came, again to the village In the heart of the fragrant May— The bells rang out for a bridal. And the blue was wed to the gray. —Minna Irving in Leslie's Weekly. A WAR REMINISCENCE. How Longstreet Bluffed Custer at Ap pomattox. From the sound of firing in front it was evident that Gordon and. Fitz Lee were attacking Sheridan's cavalry, who outnumbered them four to one, and bad also the comforting assurance that the Army of the James was not far off to support them if needed. When my march brought me to the hill I espied Generals Longstreet and Alexander, chief of artillery, sitting on a log. Alexander got up and came to ward me. I said to him: "General Lee instructed me to stop here for orders. What do you want me to do?" He re plied, "Turn into that field on the right and park your guns." Then he added In a low tone, "We are going to surren der today." We had been thinking that it might have to come to that sooner or later, but when the shock came it was awful. Alexander caution ed me to keep the news quiet, and I moved into the field designated with a heavy heart and parked my batteries. Colonel Haskell's battalion was al ready in park near me in the same field. The firing continued in front for some time, and Gordon drove the "in vincible troopers" more than a mile and sent back a large number of pris oners and two pieces of artillery which he had captured. The latter were placed in Haskell's park. Had it been only Sheridan that barred the way the surrender would not have occurred at Appomattox, but Gordon drove back the cavalry only to find himself con fronted by the Army of the James, and its bayouets could now be seen advancing through the trees, and the road was blocked with ten times his numbers. It was then that a flag of truce was raised by agreement with Sheridan and Gordon. Presently a Federal calvary officer was observed coming down the road toward our forces. He wore his hair very long, and it was of a light or reddish color. In his baud he carried a white handkerchief, which he con stantly waved up and down. He in quired for General Lee and was di rected to General Longstreet upon the hill. Upon approaching the general he dismounted and said: "General Longstreet, in the name of General Sheridan I demand the surrender of this army. I am General Custer." General Longstreet replied: "I am not in command of this army. General Lee is. and he has gone back to meet General Grant in regard to surrender." "Well." said Custer, "no matter about General Grant. We demand the sur render be made to us. If you do not do so we will renew hostilities, and any bloodshed will be upon your head." "Oh, well," said Longstreet, "if you do that I will do my best to meet you." Then, turning to his staff, he said: "Colonel Manning, please order General Johnston to move his division to the front and right of Gen eral Gordon. General Latrobe, please order General Pickett forward to Gen eral Gordon's left. Do it at once." Custer listened with surprise depicted upon his countenance. He had not thought so many of our troops were at hand with Longstreet He, cooling off immediately, said: "General, prob ably we had better wait until we hear from Grant and Lee. I will speak to General Sheridan about it. Don't move your troops yet." And he mount ed and withdrew in a much more quiet style than in his approach. As he passed out of hearing Longstreet said quietly, with that peculiar chuckle of his, "Ha, ha. that young man has nev er learned to play the game of 'brag.*" The divisions of Johnston and Pickett were only a myth and had no exist ence whatever after the fight at Five Forks.—From "In Camp and Field." ^--(fSBMlffi'^^^ Inasmuch as the junior senator from the old Bay State lias not had that length of service which entitles him to actual leadership, he is more than glad to assume the duties of whip, pacifica tor and ringmaster of the republican party in the upper branch of congress the Congressional Record fails to dis and line up the votes for Senator Aid rich whenever the call is issued. Sena tor Crane was more or less successful in the early days of his service in this particular capacity, but he is rapidly coming to the conclusion that he is dealing with the most stubborn Lot of men it has been his misfortune to meet. cerned Senator Crane is the silent man of the senate. He has yet to make a speech in that body, and a search of close that he ever broke into print ex cept ot vote on a roll call. He does not carry on his argument in debate. A nice quiet little corner with no one to disturb him appeals to Senator Crane quite as much as a crowded gallery calls forth from Senator Albert Jere miah Beveridge all of the rhetoric in his possession. It is not often that Sereno E. Payne, WIRELESS TELEGRAMS By Lafayette Parks If you want to make a man peevish go into his office and stand over him while he works. He may not swear, but he will feel like doing so. The things that never happen cause us more worry than th real vexations that come along day by day. The surest way to start trouble for yourself is to try to plot against your neighbor. The most talkative husband these cool evenings becomes deeply absorbed in his newspaper when his wife starts to talk about what the furnace needs. He wants to forget his hand-to-hand encounters until the last possible min ute. What has become of the old-fashion ed woman who used to get up and do a day's work before her husband went to work? Most husbands today juggle a fried egg and a pot of coffee on the gas stove while wife is asleep, or pre tends to be, in a room far enough away so the cooking doesn't annoy her. SIDELIGHTS ALON WASHINGTON BYWAYS Washington, D. C, May 27.—Senator W. Murray Crane of Massachusetts is being hard put to it these days to live up to his reputation as the most expert "fixer" who has invaded the United States senate in many years. So far as the general public is Con- Perhaps more than any other man in &***• the senate Mr. Crane is aDfe to tell off hand just how every man in that body will vote on a given proposition. If Senator Aldrich wants to know how many votes can be lined up for a given proposition he asks Crane and relies implicitly on that gentleman's statement. Likewise if Senator Aldrich has a com promise proposition on which he wishes to catch democratic votes he first calls upon Crane to sound the minority. Crane, it may safely be said, is the wise man of the senate. floor leader of the house, is caught napping. Yet Mr. Payne was literally in that predicament during the general debate on the sundry civil appropriation bill and he continued his slumbers un der conditions which made even insurg ent members of the house come to the conclusion that Mr. Payne's conscience is so entirely in accord with the tariff bill of which he is the author that the thundering denunciations of that meas ure had not the slightest effect upon him. Mr. Payne has been hearing a lot about the iniquities of the tariff law for more than a year. He is usually on the alert to pick flaws in the arguments of his enemies, and it is a familiar sight to see the veteran from New York with his hand curled over his left ear, to form an ear trumpet. On this particular occasion, however, the tariff debate waxed particularly warm, all unknown to Sereno. At one 3 How Do THOSE DEMOCfciTS UtJE time half a dozen members of the house in the immediate vicinity of Payne were talking at once, and the confusion was so great that the official stenographers threw up their hands in despair and abandoned any attempt to get a ver batim report of the proceedings. Representative Mondell, standing next to the chair occupied by Mr. Payne, was swishing his arms about in a care less, not to say dangerous, manner. "Jim" Tawney, across the aisle, was beating the air with his fists in a man- ner which recalled the old blacksmith days. Throughout the din Sereno slumbered peacefully on, with his hands folded across the extensive folds of vest. The debaters soon discovered the sleeping giant, and evidently set about to talk as loud as they could to see how long their leader could stand it. At that moment a page boy came rush ing down the aisle and bumped vio lently into Mr. Payne's elbow. The floor leader looked about him in a startled manner, observed the smiles of his colleagues, and promptly adjourned himself to the republican cloak room. THE ONLOOKER Wish Colonel Roosevelt would hurry home. Two important questions await his decision. First—When is the official straw hat day, and, second, how the Panama is to be creased this year. Lookin? at the last efforts of Alfred Austin and Rudyard Kipling, it occurs that England never missed Swinburne and Henley as much as she does at this moment. If Battling Nelson reads Speaker Cannon's latest squeal he may take back his opinion as to the great fighter "Un cle Joe" would have made. Autobiography of Senator Piatt re lates how a pinch on the leg,» admin istered by his son, Mr. Frank H. Piatt, made Colonel Roosevelt President of the United States. Statesmen with am bitions are reminded that Mr. Frank H. Piatt is still a resident of this com munity and no doubt retains his po tential pinch. Alderman Dowling has started an in quiry as to what becomes of old city SCENES I N 10,000 CEMETERIES TODAY Sunday, May 29,1910. AMERICAN STORY TELLERS AND THEIR YARNS Dudley A. Sargant Prof. Dudley A. Sargent, physical director of Harvard, said recently that the female figure was improving more notably than the male—and no wonder, since woman took healthy exercise while man slaved in an office. "To look at some of our men, said XEJ PR. JXJBU& A S/SKSSr** Professor Sargent, "you would believe that sentimetns like Blank's were uni versal. "Blank, a fat millionaire, was arrang ing to have his portrait painted. The length—three-quarters—was settled and then the painter said: "'And shall the view be profile or full face, Mr. Blank?' 'Profile, by all means,' was the re ply. 'The curve of the stomach gives a dignity to the figure.'" horses that are no longer fit for work. Scarcely the time to look into this, with Coney Island just about to open up. Protest of San Francisco clergymen against the big fight is not supposed to connect in any way with the fact that Mr. Jeffries' father is one of the cloth. There's another chance for the old soothsayers and nation's counsellors who are always yawping disasters and foretelling the past to make good. If anyone of the brotherhood or sisterhood can forecast the winner of the Withers Handicap tomorrow confidence will be partially restored in the craft and the prophet industry boomed a bit. Notice a lot of scientists casting as persions at Eusapia Palladino, the spookess, but not one of them offers to blow gusts of icy air from his left knee. Rumor now is that the comet seeks a return match, claiming it had curva ture of the tail Wednesday night and couldn't do itself justice. Maybe the professors are all dream ing now of Halley, and the mocking bird is singing where lie lies. Chicago announces a slight cut in beef. Cuts have been getting slighter and slighter for a couple of years past and they charge fifty and sixty cents per, at that. "I have met in twenty years in public life 2,000 senators and representatives," says Senator Bailey of Texas. "There were not ten dishonest men among them, but there were ten hundred fools and cowards," Great The honest far mer of the Lone Star state will, of course, oblige with the names of the ten. It puts the other 1,910 in an aw ful position. DAILY HEALTH HINT I Loss of appetite may be cured by healthy outdoor exercise. Chopping wood, swinging dumbbells, a brisk walk or a ride in the saddle will serve to in crease the circulation and help the ap petite. I Try Tribun Want Columns.