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THE LAST MARCH OF COMPANY I
MMaiier of Nerve// erK' Arthur ¥ Feadv [8 I # ‘ji | WfcleN l° tm?sm OME, Judson,” one of the J men eaid to a gray, qulet- B faced man who had been '/ listening all the evening to the experiences related by * the others, "I know you have 1 seen and done things worth I hearing about —let’s have a itory. The deep-set eyes of the man tddressed twinkled a little. “I have i good notion to tell you lads a story; I Just heard you talking among your lelves that thle was a day of the roung man, and that old fellows would lave to take a back seat. Now, I’ll lell you an experience of mine that nay help you to see light.” He leaned forward. “Just twenty rears ago tonight I was sitting with die sheriff of a jail in a place that von’t be mentioned. Let it suffice to lay that we had in that Jail a criminal vho had committed an atrocious :rime, against whose life the people tround had sworn revenge. "It was growing on towards evening —a dark, quiet night. A young cap lain of militia, the Bheriff, and a vet iran of the Civil war, the commander >f a company of veterans, were there In the place. "Outside everything was quiet, but the three of them could see dark ihadows hurrytog . here and there ibout the Jail buildings, and groups 9f shadows clustered at points; and ill three knew what it meant—the an gered people were getting ready to make justice act swiftly. ''The old Bheriff said to the militia commander, ‘Breen, if they start to rush ue, can you and your men hold them off?’ "Breen laughed, ‘Well, I should say io. We’re right on the job! These old buildings are surrounded by my men, and they won’t get any nearer than ten paces.’ “The Bheriff said nothing for a mo ment —‘Well, you are a lot of young fellows, and the worst element for miles around is out tonight. Have they the nerve?’ "‘Nerve?’ Breen answered. ‘What if we are young—it’s the young that have nerve!’ "Then Colonel Reed, the veteran, Bpoke up: ‘Sheriff, if you think the old company could be of use, let mo know.’ "Breen stared at him, then roared, 'Well, tHat’e a good one! You old fel lows couldn’t keep up steam enough to get down here—Great Caesar! What an idea!’ "The gray-haired soldier stiffened. 'My young friend, we aren’t as young as we used to be —we have been there; and every man of us has driven a bay onet home; and up at the old quarters we have our stuff ready. Sheriff, if you need help, send.’ "The two older men shook hands. “After the colonel had gone, the sheriff turned to Breen: ’That was a raw thing to eay; you young fellows will have a chance to show your stuff —listen!’ "The night air brought the low mur mur of voices all around the Jail buildings. They listened, then the Bheriff spoke up. ‘What they will try to do is to rush the front door, and probably they will try to set fire to the outer buildings. You will have to keep your men on the alert.’ "Breen went out and around the line of his men. They were nervous, that Heart-Keeping. “Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.” Heart-keeping la much like house keeping. There must be a continual Bweeplng out and clearing out of that which Is useless or offensive. If heart cleaning could be done up once for all, then the Christian might dis charge all hlB graces, and have an easy time of it. And Juet because the as saults of Bubtle temptations are so constant, and. the uprisings of sinful passions are so frequent, and the task of keeping the Inward man what it ought to be Is so difficult many a one who begins a religious life gets dis couraged and makes a wretched fail ure. The question with every Chris tian 1b: “Shall these evil Amalekites of temptation burn up all my spiritual possessions and overrun my soul? Shall outward asaults or Inward weak ness drive me to discouragement and disgrace me before my master and be fore the world? Or shall they drive me to Jesus Christ, who will always give me the victory?— Rev. Theodore h. Cuyler, D. D. he could Bee. Across the street, and oil around the jail at a distance fhe groups of men were coming thicker; now and then a louder voice than the others spoke up threateningly. Slow ly but surely the demon of revenge and hate was bringing his forces to gether. “At one place where he had posted two men, he found no one. He recalled who they were, and realized that both men undoubtedly had relatives in the mob that was gathering. But he felt sure of most of his men. "He went In and reported to the sheriff. Later he went his rounds again, and found the men still more restlesß, the deep murmur louder, and the shadows darker under the trees beyond the jail. “As he turned to go in again, he heard the sound of a thick rustling; a sharp cry split the night; a voice of warning answered, and he heard a rifle speak; then bedlam broke loose. A scattering rifle Are broke the medley of yells, followed by a derisive, screaming shout. A group of shad ows Btarted toward him; he fired into their midst; they came on. 'A man. one of his men, seized him—'Come, get inside! they’ve got us!’ “In spite of his struggles Breen was drawn in, and the heavy door slammed; as it closed an avalanche seemed to strike it, and muffled, inhu man yells went up outelde. “The old sheriff Btood smiling grim ly; in his hands hung the long Colt’s he had been known to use with such Before Them Stalked a Tall Figure. deadly effect when in his prime. ‘Got i into the upper windows and bold ’em oft if they try to set the place afire.’ "Breen rushed upstairs, but he knew it was hopeless. In his heart there wae grief, for he had been so sure of his men; but there was nothing to do. He knew the old sheriff would die in his tracks before they would get the man the law had intrusted to him— whose moaning, even then, now and then broke through the noise like the plaint of a wild animal. "From his small upper window Breen looked out; the crowd had with drawn from the Jail; but he knew it. was to plot further mischief. “Suddenly there was an ominous crackle; a sharp yell went up, hide ous, screeching, then a stream of flame mounted, lighting the night like a great torch; then Breen saw what wae up, they were preparing to batter down the great door. They had some thing large In their midst —looked like a great log. "He hurried down to where the old sheriff was standing before the cell of the prisoner, grim, silent, dogged. Ab Breen started to shout what he had seen, something struck the door with a terrific crash; a sound went up like the howling of wolves. " ‘You stay here, Breen with me— the rest of ’em have beat it!’ "Breen Baw in the old man's eyes the challenge that questioned his man hood; and silently he lined up beside the other. "Crash! crash! crash! "The great door bent, and at each PUTTING FLOWERS ON GRANDPA’S GRAVE stroke the yells grew louder and more triumphant. The dqor went down with a crash, but still served as a breast work. The black Colts flamed In the sheriff’s hands, and the figures mount ing the broken remnant of the door were swept aside as if by a great hand. Breen fired in turn into the howling m6Bf..Bflt he saw in a moment’ it would be over—for a moment a sob gathered in his throat; it is hard to die when one is just beginning to live. "Then sharp through the night came the penetrating roll of a drum; and down the avenue facing the jail, clear and plain under the dull glare of the burning building Breen saw a strange and wonderful sight. “Across the broad avenue from side to elde two lines of men were coming; in front of them, waist-high, gleamed a shining line of steel. Before them stalked a tall figure, white hair flow ing, in his hand a saber that gleamed in the yellow glare; silently like the ghost of an army, unwavering, grim as death itself, the double line came on—the veterans were coming! "Breen heard a silence fall; the scrambling men just about to jump from the heaped debris of the door turned at the yell and started. • “On, evenly, steadily toward the massed crowd, the flaring line of lev eled bayonets came; sharp and keen the drum-beats cut through the now almost absolute silence. "Nearer, nearer, came the long, bright line. The crowd melted be fore it like darkness before light. Once at a far end a shadow shot against the line; one of the gleaming points spit forward, and disappeared, and a man's cry of agony rout the night. "Then the crowd scattered Straight to the jail the marching line came; then in response to a hoarse, deep-throated command broke into even order. "Breen turned to the statue-like sheriff. ‘My God! what— ’ " ‘lt’s Colonel Reed and old Com pany I! God bless ’em!”' Judson shifted his chair. "There, boys, the yarn ends; and you must remember that that was twenty years ago. The old soldiers have the spirit to do such things now, but they haven’t the strength. The thing ended up quickly and without bloodshed save for the one man one of them bayo neted. “It’s been many a* long year 6ince that took place, but as I think It over I can Bee as plain as then that march ing line coming up the flre-lighted avenue —Jover the battle-light in their eyes as I talked with them, and apolo gized to old Reed.” “You apologized?" one of the listen ers asked, wonderingly. "Ah! I’ve let the cat out of the bag—l was Breen.” Where Mexican Veterans Are Burled. The only national cemetery outside the limits oC the United States is that in the City of Mexico. It was estab lished in 1851, three years after the close of the Mexican war, and contains the remains of 750 unknown dead — men who lost their lives in carrying the stars and stripes to the halls of the Montezumas. It has an area ol two acres, and is the only cemetery es tablished prior to the Civil war. To Each Succeeding Generation. They gave us a. reborn nation these men of ’6l, but they passed on to us the deep obligation of keeping this republic dedicated to the ideals for which they gave their lives. Not to all of us comes this supreme test of patriotism, but each generation must solve its own problems, must face its own crisis In this same spirit of sacrifice and self-abnegation if the nation Is to endure. USEFUL IN THE HOT WEATHER Pretty Cake Cover, Easy to Make, and That May Be Washed .%> Often ae Dealred. A very pretty and useful cover for cake# and ; other fpod »can .fce made by covering a frame made from the whalebone substitute used In dresses with net. Take two pieces of the stiffening material as long as may be necessary to make a cover of the de sired size. Stitch them together to form two circles and connect them with cross pieces. For use on the table cover the frame with a prettily figured but strong net. For the lar der use strong muslin. For a handle sew a large glass button In the center of the top. Nothing should be used in tbeso covers that will not stand washing, for which reason wire will not do -for the frame. To wash them It Is only necessary to plunge them in warm suds, let them soak a few minutes, shake them up and down in the water, remove and dry. They are particularly useful In summer when the most careful screening fails to keep out all the flies, or when one wants to have tea on the lawn, but they are valuable at all seasons. HOW TO PREPARE VEAL HASH Even Those Not Ordinarily Fond of Such Concoctions Will Appre ciate This Recipe. Take a teacup of boiling water In a saucepan and mix In an even tea spoon of flour, wet with a teaspoon of cold water, and let It boll five min utes; then add not quite half a tea spoon of black pepper, as much salt and two great spoons of butter, and set It where It will keep hot but not boil. Chop the veal very fine and mix with It while chopping half as much stale bread crumbs; put It in a tin pan and pour the gravy onto It; let it heat on a stove ten minutes. Toast some bread and cut It Into triangular pieces and lay It on the bottom of a dish. Spread the haßh over and pour on the gravy. Cut slices of lemon to lay on the top and around the edge of the plates. If you like a seasoning of sweet herbs with this hash the best way is to tie some In a rag and boll it In the water of the gravy when you first mix It Lemon Catsup. This Is the only recipe for lemon catsup so far located. It seems to be used chiefly to serve with fish; Mix and pound very One a few spoonfuls of mace, mustard, celery seed, cloves, and a little black pepper; mix these spices all together with a little grated horseradish, and the grated rind of several lemons; add one spoonful of salt, and if desired very hot a little paprika or cayenne or a few drops of tabasco or Worcestershire sauce. Moisten with the juice of all the lem ons and boil gently for half an hour, then pour Into bottles and cork. Let stand fer a month, then strain and use, when It will be found very strong and fine flavored. Tomato Clam Chowder. One quart of clams, can of tomatoes, six onions, five potatoes, a little pars ley and celery. If you can't get cel ery take celery salt, but don’t put In quite as much of the common salt. Taste and see. Six slices of salt pork cut up fine and tried out good, and add half a teaspoonful of salt Be sure to put clam broth in. Chop up every thing fine, then you have enough for two days. Crumpets. This recipe is a simple and good one for a crumpet batter: Take 1 cup of milk, 1 cup of buttermilk, 1 egg, 1% teaspoons of soda, a pinch of salt; flavor and sugar to taste. Make the batter thicker than for ordinary pan cakes, and bake on a hot griddle. The crumpets will keep for a week and improve with the keeping. Stove Hint. Never throw away old stove brushes when they are worn out Cover them with an old black stocking, enough to make a thick pad.. Then tack a piece of velvet over It This enables one to always keep the stove looking clean and nice. Salmon Salad. Free a can of salmon of bones and skin. Flake and pile lightly upon a bed of water cress or lettuce. Gar nish with thin slices of lemon and sprinkle with French dressing. Stewed Breast of Lamb. Cut a breast of lamb into pieces, season with pepper and salt, and stew until tender in enough gravy to cover the meat. Thicken the sauce, pour In one wineglassful of sherry wine, and serve on a dish covered with stewed mushrooms. To Remove Dents in Furniture. Soak well with warm water and hold a hot Iron near the surface. If the dent is a large one wot a heavy cloth in hot water and place over the brulae and place a hot flatiron on 1L HUBBY WAS LEFT GUESSING And at Thla Date He Still Is Wonder ing Just Who Was the Unkissed Female. Mr. Brown Issued forth from Fair bank Temrte andf'weiiddd his way to wards the village In. An Insurance agent named Dawson was holding forth. "Do you know Fairbanks Terrace?" Several nodded assent, and Mr. Brown became more deeply Inter ested. "Well, believe me, gents, I’ve kissed every woman In that terrace except one.” Mr. Brown’s face assumed a purple hue, and hurriedly quaffing his ale, he quitted the barroom. Rushing home, he burst In at the door. "Mary,’’ he shouted, "do you know that Insurance chap Dawson?" Mary nodded assent. “Well," he continued, "I’ve just heard him say he's kissed every woman in this terrace except one.” Mary was silent for a moment, and then with a look of womanly curios ity said: ”1 wonder which one that is." RASH WAS MASS OF SPOTS 811% Washington St, Salt Lake City, Utah —“I was first alarmed by an itchy feeling all over my arms and a rash of tiny spots came out. The rash was a mass of spots like measles and developed Into running sores. The Itching was 'terrible and I would scratch something awful. I tried a treatment but It availed not I then decided to try Cutlcura Soap and Ointment. After the first application the itching stopped wonderfully. The cure which followed was a marvel to me for I thought I jjever would get better. This was three years ago and I have as clear a skin as any one may wish. Cutlcura Soap and Ointment cured me entirely.” (Signed) Miss Kate M. Dobson, Mar. 18, 1912. Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold throughout the world. 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