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Ota Mim tacfc) T a s toby of waus caret wat. Advertising Rates. UBMixth O C-it.th ;;;ri... .v.00"?11 't inch.. JwTiZ.J: v"o column (I Inch).. m SiifiL'J1 eolnmn X Inch) ...Hi:":." 1 S tcUon1 i f a nu wm Uehwd M f Math. nfe. - frll rr. riotha " C-lotbs ft-litha "mm A" " llotha Hinh One t-iotru On InaertioD. 1-iatn Reedinr nottcwi. JcectperUiieA law-Won. tiVfJlUn- Etry.o.. (8 insertions) 1.6 Lenl otlcee (3 lnjortioiu) la cants per lino. a t uiDsiam. ST LOriSE CHANDLER MOCTTQX. The room is cold and dark to-night The fire is low; Why come you, you who love the light, To mock me so ? I pray you leave nie now alone; You worked your will, And turned my heart to frozen stone; Why haunt me still ? I got me to this empty place; I fehut the door; Tet through the dark I tee your face Just as of yore. The old smile curves your lips to-night, lour deen eves irlow With that old gleam that made them bright - - m . usien: no k near vour ton The silence thrill ? Why come you ? I would be alonet Why vex me still ? What ! Would you that we re-embrace We twconce more ? Are these your tears that wet my faca Just as before? Ton left to seek some new delight, Yet your tears flow; What so; row brings you back to-night ? Shall I not know ? I will not let yon grieve .alone .The night is chill Though love is dead and hope has flown, Tity lives still. How silent is the empty space ! Dreamed I onco mtre ? Henceforth against your haunting face ' I bar the door. HariH-r' Magazine. A STRANGE STORY. Tke Remarkable Can ot Arthur Fans vrhs Va la Uve Bern f landed for. Murder. I doub if the records of crime furnish more curious'case than that of Arth r Foxen. It occurred twenty-five years ago, and I do not wish at this late day to revive it to the mortification of re'a tives who were in do wise to blame for his wild career. I will therefore not name the State iu which the singular events were enacted, thDugh many readers wLl name it for themselves. I had been sherill of county about six months when one morning, an hour before daylight, a farmer rode up to the jail residence and aroused nie with the Information that a murder had been committed at a farm house iibout six miles away. In fifteen minutes I was ready to return with him. The neigh borhood in which the murder occurred could be approached by two ditlerent roads from the county seat, and as I wanted to stop at the house of one of my duputies we took the other road from which the farmer had come. We were three miles from the scene of murder, and were riding at a gallop wheu a man in the road ahead of us on tcrscbaok ftuag'b.iirm-lf to t'ao gKnmd, cli n bed the roadside fence, and made a run across a wide meadow toward a piece of woods. Of course the action aroused our sus picions. I was armed while the far mer was not. I left him to care for the three horses, and was in chase of the man before he had passed from sight. He was not a swift runner, while I was a fair one. I began to gain on hiin at once, and he was hardly half way across the meadow when he heard me so close behind that he halted, wheeled around and fired at me with a single barrelled bulldog pistol carrying a bullet almost large enough for a musket. I was not over twelve feet distant, but he missed his target. I had come to a halt and had my revolver in hand, but did not like to fire upon him in return. When he saw that I was untouched by his bullet he flung the empty pistol at my head, drew a murderous looking knife and called out that he would not be taken alive. I went within six feet of him and demanded his surrender, but he made a rush at me. and I was compelled to fire at him in self-defence. The bul let struck his right wrist and passed through it, and he drooped his knife and staggered like one shot in the body. I was on him in a 6eeond or two, and without waiting to discoverhow serious ly he was wounded, I bore him down and put on the handcuffs. As soon as he recovered from the shock he struggled fiercely, and indulged in such cursing and vituperation as I had never heard The farmer soon came to my assistance, and later on two other farmers and the deputy appeared. I of course had no idea who the fellow was, nor what offense, if any. he had committed. I handed him over to the others to be taken to jail, and then rode rapidly to the farmhouse in which the murder had been committed. By this time it was daylight, and a dozen or more persons had gathered. The farm was owned and the house occupied fy an aged c uple named Stevens. They were well to do and always had more or less cash in the house. Stevens had a hired man who lived with his own family on a piece of land half a mile away. The family had a hired girl, who, of course, slept in the house, but her room was tip stairs, while the farmer and wife occu pied a bedroom on the ground Boor. The story told by Mrs. Stevens was as fol lows: She had been awakened about 2 o clock by a noise in the room, and as she sat up in bed she saw a dark lantern on the bureau, and a man search ing the drawers. He turned toward her and she screamed out. her voire awoke her husband, and he was getting out of bed when the intruder riibhed at him and stabbed him twice with a knife the same he had threatened me with. The husband fell back to die almost instantly, and the wife was so overcome with ter ror that she could not remember wha happened in the next five minutes. When she came to, the hired girl was standing over her bed with a light in her hand. The story of the hired girl was clear, concise, and to the point. The midnight intruder entered the house by climbing up a shed roof and entering the girl's window. It was summer and the win dow was raised. The plight noise he made creeping up the shingles awoke her, and she not only got a pretty good view, of his face and figure, but made out that he was slightly lame. He came and stood over her and flashed his licht in her eyes, and then descended to the lower part of the house. He had se cured and pocketed $ j0 in cash and some jewelry when Mrs. Stevens awoke. I had an idea from the start that we had cap cured the right man in the meadow. I took the girl and drove to the jail, and she identified him. He lad been searched aud the proceeds of his crime discovered on his person. In brief the case against him was as clear as noon day, and by good luck I had him behind the bnrs. I do not contend that there was any thing strange in the foregoing. It was only after he had been convicted and sentenced to be hanged that strange pha es began to crop out. He had care fully concealed his identity. He had given the name of Arthur Foxen, but we did Lot believe it to be his light one. He refused to give his residence or I he name of his parents, -nl defied us to r nd out. During his trial a woman named New ha'I of Cincinnati saw and identified Him M Iter ion, A wek later a man and VOL XIV. NO. woman from Louisville identified him as their son, and said his name was Mar tin Benson. The prisoner received both claimants as if they were what they pro fessed to be, and they could not be con vinced that there must be a mistake. The next strange thing was the ap parent death of the condemned. I looked into his cell one day and found him, as I believed, stone dead. A doc tor was called, and he said it was a case of heart disease. In about twenty hours Foxen suddenly returned to life, refused to answer any questions, and (Called for and ate a hearty meal. I was to have the keeping of him about seventv davs Defore his sentence would be carried out. and was naturally worried over such a slippery fellow. As the jail contained only two other inmates, I put Foxen in a corridor by himself. Five or six davs after his restorat on to life I was sitting alone in the front ofHpe, busy at some letters, when I heard soft ixt tabs in the corridor. Just as I rose up Foxen rushed passed my door and out of a side door, but as the jail was surrounded by a high wall he could not get away. I led him pack by the ear, and to mv utter aston ishment found the corridor door as firmly secured as when I left it at noon. It was doubly locked, and the heavy bars were only three inches apart. I searched t oxen for a key, but he had nothing, not even a bit of wire or a stick; to unlock the door required a key weigh ing six ounces, and a boy 12 years of age could have scarcely turned it. How did he get out ? Answer the question tor yourself. I never could, though 1 de voted a hundred times the thought to it that jou will. To question him was useless; he simply preserved silence. After that I put a death watch on him a trusty man, well armed. In a couple of weeks Foxen died again. This time I called in four or five of the leading do tors. His heart had ceased to beat, his pulse was g. ne, and his face took on that palor which only dcat can bring An electric battery was tried, but it produced no effect. The limbs became stiff and rigid, and pins were thrust into tbe soles ot his feet without bringing a wince. Every physician staked his rep utation that it was a case of death, and I went after the undertaker to prepare the body for burial: he was away and I could not look for him before morning. The body was left on the bed in the cell and the man on watch removed. It was 7 o'clock in the evening when Foxen died. The turnkey slept on a cot in the other comaor. At midnight he was awakened by a call, and he went to the door of the other corridor to find Foxen standing there in good health, and to hear him say: " I wasn t on hand to supper, but I'm hunsrv and will take it now." The outside public hears verv little of what goes on in prisons. I had no in tention of permitting the world to know what a human curiosity I had got hold ot I wrote a statement to the Gover nor, feeling that he would be personally interested, and the queer mistake made by the doctors was sufficient to prevent them from gossiping aloud. As much to satisfy my own curiositv as from a sense of duty, I sought to have a confidential talk w ith Foxen and learn something of his feelings, while in the wonderful state 1 have' described, tout he exhibited his hatred and distrust the moment I came near him. I could get nothing whatever out of him, and soon gave up the attempt Perhaps the reader will be horrified when I admit that I was anxious to hang the fellow. He had committed a horrible murders he had sought my own life, and he had such a hardened, desperate look about him that any one would be satisfied after the first glance that he had more of the instincts of a brute than the feelings of a human be ing. It was, therefore, with much sat isfaction that I real the reply of the Governor, who was a hard-hearted man with li tie mercy on red handed mur derers. His instructions, or suggestions were to double the watch on Foxen, and not to bury his body, in case he " died ' again, without a post-mortem examina tion. I had no further anxious experiences with my prisoner until three weeks be fore the date of his execution Then a third woman came, this time from Buf falo, to claim him as her son Joseph Parker. Before permitting her to see him I made her furnish a close descrip tion. His picture had been published far and wide, and she might have detect ed a fancied resemblance. So I reasoned but she gave age. height, and weight very correctly, described his limp, and gave the location of moles, scars, and a birthmark exactly. There seemed no reason to doubt that she was really and tiuly his mother. "When I brought them face to face his demeanor was exactly the same a in the two previous instan ces. He called her mother, asked her about other members of the family and was not in the least embarrassed to keep up a conversation lasting an hour. He did not shed a tear nor evince the least emotion, while she was greatly brok n down. She was the third mother who had identified him as her son, while one mother had been assisted by the father. What was to be thought of such a strange state of affairs? V ho of the three were mistaken? Why did Foxen permit each of the trio to identify him and weep over him. I did not double the watch on him, knowing that the one man was trusty in every sense of the word. Understand I had two men one for day and one for night; but while one watched the other slept. The watch sat at the door of the" corridor on a chair inside, of course. There were six cells in there, all of which were locked except tho one occu pied by Foxen, and I had the key in my own pocket. Each door had a State Prison padlock, and the key had not entered one of them since Foxen was placed in the corridor. I am just as certain that the five celU were locked as I am that I breathe at this moment. So was the death watch to the day of his own death. Two days aftr the last mother called, the bell, which the watch was instructed to pull in case anything happened, sounded in my ears at mid night, and I tumbled out of bed, and down stairs without stopping for any thing, "He's gone!" were the words which greeted me as I reached the heavy door on the inside of which the watchman stood. I unlocked the door and went in and locked it after me. Foxen's cell was at the further end, and his door was wide open. I walked to it and looked in His bed was empty, so was the cell 'I can't make it out," whispered the watch, who was pale and trembling " He went to bed about nine o'clok. I looked in on him every half hour, and each time he seemed to be sleeping. At 111 be was on the broad of his back, with hands locked under his neck. At midnight he was gone." " You might have slept." "On my life, no; but if I had, the door was locked when you came down, and you see the bars to the windows are all right." I examined each bar in turn, and then passed along the front of the cells and flashed the light into each. Iu the third cell sat Foxen, arms folded, eyes looking into mine, ai)d his face wearing a sneering expression. When I unlock ed the padlock and I'm telling you that I did have to unlock it and open ed the door he came out, and walked to his own cell and flung himself on the bed. The bottoms, tops, and sides of these cells were of great flag 6tones and boiler iron. Aiidt from th regular en 48. trance by the door there was no way by ! which even a mouse could make his way in. How had Foxen accomplished it"? j As we asked this question of each other I the watch and I we had pale faces, j Perhaps you will argue that the padlock : on that particular door was after all un locked, and that he went in by the uoor. Iu the first place, in reply, he could not have left the cell without arousing the watch, even had the latter been dozing, which was barely possible, In the next place, how could he replace the padlock after entering ? I have no theories about it. I am relating inci dents just as they occurred, and it is for you to form theories. Just a week before ihe day fixed for his execution Foxen called me into the corridor just as he had awakened from a sleep lasting several hours. He had more inquiry and anxiety in his face than I had ever detected before. l!id I kill any One?" he brusqtiely demanded as he stopped short in his walk. "Certainly, you did." " Who was it, and when ?" I looked full into his face to see if he was joking, but there was nothing but seriousness there. "You killed a farmer named Stevens about five months ago, and a week from to-day you are to be hanged. "What!"" he screamed aknost jump ing clear off the floor. - I repeated the statemeni. "My God!" he gasped. I did not kill him ! They must not hang me !" ' The evidence against you was so positive that the lawver assigned you could not find the slightest foothold to help you. There are the blood stains on your garments to this day." "I a murderer! I to be hanged!" he repeated in an incredulous tone. "Who was my lawver? Where is he? I must see him at once." It is too late. No lawyer can S9ve you now. To-morrow I shall begin the erection of the gallows." As he looked at me his face paled, he trembled in every limb, and his eyes dilated as the eyes of one beholding some terrible apparition. He as no more roxen in look than he was like the man he murdered. I would, indeed, have sworn that he was some one else a man whom I had never seen before. 'Good God! but is it so?" he wailed out, lifting his arms high over his head; and then he dropped down on a stool and held his face in his hands for a long time. I went softly out. feelmsr a sym pathy for him for the first time and when he rose up it was to go to his cell without another word. An 1 our later he came out. It was Foxen. again. churlish, distrustful, defiant. Isext morning I began the erection of the gallows. The site for it was direct ly in front of one of the corridor win dows, and Foxen could not help but see wna,t was going on. lie watched the men at work for an hour without saying a word. Then he suddenly turned to the watch and inquired : Ms it the gallows?" "Yes." "For me?" "Yes." A look of puzzled wonderment came ris face, and was t ucceeued by that ne expression of terror He easpea several times before he could get his voice, and then moaned: "It wasn t me oh, it couldn't have been me!" With that he walked away to his cell, and at noontime the watch "went in to arouse him, and found him dead and cold. The eyes were rolled back, the jaw fallen, and the death pallor was very marked stronger I thought, than on the previous occasions. I called in the same doctors, and again they de clared the man dead. I exhibited my orders from the Governor regarding a post mortem, and they began work at once. The heart was removed, and it was certain that life would never again return to that cold clay. He had cheated the gallows, but had paid for the crime with his life just the same. Now, who was he? This query was answered two weeks after his death i a way which could not admit of a mis take. He was Andrew Ford, and his residence was in a city on the Mississippi River. He had been away fro a home six months, and before his sudden going was suspected of insanity. Those who looked upon his dead face and then at Foxen's photograph could not connect the two. The photograph was that of a surly villain. The face 'was that of an honest man. How could three mothers be mistaken, you ask? That is only one of a dozen questions I would also ask, and have often asked, but no one has given me any satisfaction. Shoeless Confederate Soldiers. From the Atlanta (Ga.) Constitution.! "If you had been around just after the rout at Nashville," said an old sol dier, "you would have thought there were 10,000 elephants loose in the coun try. The ground was covered with snow, and, as you may imagine, the air vas eager and nipping, ihe routed Confederates put out down the snow covered pikes, making for Corinth, and thence to Mobile, 240 miles distant. We were clothed with nothing but shirts and breeches, comparatively few owning old hats, and only here and there a fortunate man with a pair of khoes. The half-starved and half-frozen men wrapped their feet in old sacks and any sort of rags they could get until the tracks they made were great round holes in the snow like tbe tracks of ele phants. Gen. Lowery Ged bless his soul tried to do something for us. He had some shoemakers, and at night would make the soldiers report at his headquarters, where the shoeshop would be located. Green hides not an hour oil the cow's backs were used for shoe making. A soldier would plant his foot on the hairy side of the hide and the shoemaker would cut out a round piece of skin, slit it in various directions, aud with a coarse twine gather up the ends and literally sew the foot up in the raw hide with the skin side inward. The shoes were good for about 21 hours' use and then they would draw our feet and we would have to cast them aside and go back to tho bagging. When I got to Mobile with a lot of the fellows we took quarters in a warehouse The odore Hamilton was playing "The Wife" at the Mobile Theatre, aud I scuttled around and got a ticket. 1 went to the theatre bareheaded and barefooted and in my shirt sleeves. I thought it was the best show I ever saw. After the performance an old man carried me home with him and gave me a long- tailed coat, a hat, and a pair of shoes. hen I got back to the warehouse the boys tore the tails off the coat, but she was a double-breasted fellow and 1 stuck to her. I looked like a jaybird with his tail pulled out." A Formal CalL Two ladies had an amusing experience in making a formal call at a house on Linwood avenue the other day. The maid asked them to wait until she as certained whether the persons inquired for were in. Presently she tripped down stairs and announced that "'the ladies were not at home." One of the callers, finding that she had forgotten her cards, said to her friend: "Let me write my name on your card." "Oh, it isn't at all necessary. Miss ," put in the maid cheerfully, "I told them who it was !" Kreanl anbo, with suppressed emotion, Buffalo Advtrtiw. MORRISVILLE AND HYDE THE OLD SETTLER. HE TALKS ABOUT POMTENE8S. He (Jlvca an toKtance Where It Made a 31 au Suffer. "W 'en our folks lived back in the Su gar Swamp deestric' long 'fore any o' you boys was born, th' was a fam'ly lived nigh to us by the name of Grubbs, Ye mowt think from their name th't they never had come from nowhar, but had jist sprung right up outen the groun o sugar bvvamp, nat rat like. same as ches'nut saplin's ; but thar ve'd be wrong. Them Grubbses they came from Joustown, New Jersey, an was consid'ab'e some punkins' They fetched with em hifalutin idees o' doin' things' an' tried to make 'em grow in our dees triu'f but tuo siloVi sugar Swamp wa ut quite rich enougn ter 'em to get a good start in, on' they wilted an' quit sproutn' 'fore long, sam az 'arly t'mater plants mowt, if they was sot out in a gravel bed. But they was awful p lite folks, 'specially young Ben Grubbs. I've heerd say that Ben was so durn p'lite th't wunst he were standin' by the barn door as a flock o' geese was passin' in through. Ez a gosc 'd go in it 'd duck its head, ez ye know geese alius will, an' off d come Ben's o'l straw hat, and he'd bow like a danin' master. An' thar he stood b'gosh, an' bowed ev'ry one o' them geese inter the barn, he were so p'lite. Wall, too or three year arter the Grubbses begi n to till the sile in Su gar Swamp deesric' th' were a nice, slick-lookin' stranger found his way in thar one fall. He were lookin' fer a lumber truck th't lay off some'rs in the woods, he said. He happened to strike the Grubbs plantntion. an' told his er rand in thet neighborhood. Ben Grubbs were jist p'lite enough to knock off plowin' fer rye, an' to hitch up his boss an' lug the stranger round the deestric' till they foun' the tract he were lookin1 fer. Wen they got back hum the slick stranger tol' Ben th't he'd heetd o' lots an' gebs o' things th't had s'prised him, but th't sech p'liteness as Ben's, way out niongst the b'ars an' the bushwack ers, were sumpin' th't had knocked him so fur outen his bearin's th't he couldn't tell wh'ch way he were p'inted. 'A feller never losses nothin' by bein' p'lite.' said Ben, grinnin' like a che.-sv cat, he were so bang-up tickled. " Ihe upshot o the stranger s visit an o' Ben's p'liteness were th't Ben 'greed to hunt up the owner o the lumber tract, buy it ez the stranger's agent, an' hold it fer him till he got back, w'i h were to be in two or three weeks. He come back, but Ben hadn't got the tract yit, the owner bein' stubborn. But it were b ar huntm' time, an' the stransrer said he'd like to go out an' hunt a b'ar Ben rigsed him up, an' him an' Ben went out to kill bar. Durin' the day Ben, who were joggin' along at the foot of a ridge, come plumb onter a big b'ar, settin' on a log, lookin' sassy, an' willin' fer a fight. Ben could ha' popped him full o' lead, an' settled the futur' ristit then an' thar, but that wouldnt ha' ben p'lite ye see, ez the stranger were his gue t. an' so, a' vcourss, must fcev the t rst shot at the b'ar. The stranger- I b'lieve his name were btruble were sloshin' 'roun' in the brush at the top o' t e ridge. lien hollered to him to come down, an' he did. He didn't see the b'ar till he got 'longside o' 1 en. "'Arter you!' says Ben to Struble, takin off his hat and bowin', an' p'intin' to the b'ar. " 'tie-y-o-o o-o o!" yelled Struble, ez he see the b'a, an' droppin' his gun skinned away from thar an' up that scrub oak ridge like a clap-bo rd in a gale, ten looked arter him in s'prise, an' the b'ar gittin' his mad up at seL'h monkey shines, gives two jumps, an' without waitin' to ax Ben's pardon, buckled inter him fiom the word go, and w'en Sam Skifty, the woodchopper, who wa'n't-fur away an' heard the rum pm in the brush, got to the spot an' ended the rassel with his ax on bruin's conk, ben could ha' gone in sw mmin' without wettiu' many clothes. He looked like a hummade door mat, Sam said. It were a week 'fore Ben got around, but he were just ez p'lite ez ever. "In his p'liteness Ben had interduced Struble to Betsey Greenleaf, a nifty piece o' backwoods hum spun th't Ben were pointer set down in a new house he were buildin' on a place o' his own the comin' spring, and he were too p'lite to notice that the slick stranger were pay in' consid'able 'tention to Betsey. Any how, a week or so arter Ben got well o' his p'lite spell at the b'ar hunt he got on the right side o' the owner o' the lumber tract, an' he bought it, payin' five hunderd dollars outen his own poc ket, being too p'lite to bother Strub'e till all the business were fixed and the deed made out in the stranger's name, Struble havin' paid him $25 on the bar gain. Before he could fix things up with Struble. what should happen but th't a rough an'-ready lookin,' full-o'-business, up-an'- around sorter man come a rid in' hoseback up to Grubbs's. He wanted to see the man that'd jist bought the Grindle lumber tract. 'I want that tract!' he hollored, w'en Ben come out. 'Must hev it!' he says. 'I'll give ye a thousan' dollers fer it?' he says, 'an' here's twenty-five to bind the bargain.' "Ben were p'lite, bu hero was a chance to make $5 0. He was too p'lite, though, to do it without seein' S'ruble so he told the rough an'-ready stranger he'd hef to wait till he could think it over. The stranger said all right. He'd be back nex' day, he s:iid, an' he . avc Ben $23 to show th't he meant busine-s. Ben found Struble an' tol' him w'at had turned up. "'Well, said Struble, 'of course it's my tract o' Inn', but I don't want to stan' in the way o' you a makin' sumpin'. Gimme two hunderd an' fifty dollars, an' you take the lan' an' make t'other two hunderd un' fifty.5 "That was fair, Ben said, an' he plunks the little two hunderd an' fifty in cash right in Struble's hand. The next clay come an' went agin, but the rough-au'-reacly stranger w'at wanted the Inn' so bad, an' mus' hev it, didn't draw nigh to lugar Swamp Sirublc didn't happen to drop in on p'lite Ben Grubbs that day, nor cvenin', nuther. Nex' morn in' Sim Gieenleaf popped in ruther suddent like on the Grubbses. an' wanted to know whar in blazes his darter Betsey were! Wall, all th' were to it were ih't Betsey an' Slruble had run away an' got married an' it wero whispered 'round' arterw'ds th't the rough-an'-ready stranger an' Struble was seen together fer a few minutes, over to the red Clearia'. the day ol' rough an'-ready orter showed up with his Ihou an' dollars fer the lumber tract th't he were s anxious fer to git. Ez fer Ben, he had his p'liteness an' the lumber tract left. The lumber tract wa'n't wuth fifty dollars, an' ez fer the p'liteness wall, I don't want to go too fur in speaking of p'liteness, but if I were a lan'lord ez had let my p'liteness take a shingle ofTen my roof on account of a 6tranger, I'm durned if I'd let my friends and neighbors suffer fer it, if I had to strip the roof clean to the rafters!" Ed.Mott. Tine business of exporting apples is increasing. Two years ago 220,000 bar rels were shipped from New York ; in 1883, o02,(j0i barrels, and last 3 ear 849,100 barrels. PARK, VERMONT, 'ALONE WITH THE DEAD. Midnight Watch of a Mother Over Her De parted Loved On 3. The lamp burns dim in yon humble room; strange shadows lie on the white washed walls. Ah, the dead is here; the dead! Cold, so cold; a tiny form, warm life forever gone from the bonnie eyes. The dead alone is there none to keep the night watch, none whose love shall bar out all things of terror ? There's a bended head and sobs of agony. The mother, ah, the poor, be reaved broken hearted mother, alone in the midnight with her darling dead ! Fingers of the living touch lovingly, tenderly, the wee bauds; the dear, dear baby linger once played all atangle with . sunbeams. Lips of the living piess the waxen face of the death. Yes, ten h oMt, vour arir.v2? mother; puze with eyes of ycrBiK?Vii the pallid brow. So white! so white! touch with quivering mouth the rings of pale gold hair. She is yours now yours to mourn. Never again will sinless fingers flutter against your weary breast Y'ours to night! To morrow but a little mound in the old churchvard. 9-101112! Do you hear? That faint jingle of midnight chime bells? Above moaning winds and raindrops beating rings "Home. Sweet Home." Above tempest's passion, aye, bevond driving earth wants, "Sweet Home!'' lour arms are lonely, ionelv, but the grass blades of springtime shall glance in sunshine on the baby grave, birds twitter love lays over it and God's sweet stars keep guard through night silence. 10-11 13! Lay the lillies close to the baby chin. purity with the pure. Leave her with the shadow and dim lamp light. An ffels will watch till the East day shall kiss the chill sky into warmth. How the fire crackles and burns in that home of weaith! Like a baleful eye from fiery inferno ' peers here and there behind the grate s blackened coal, while ashes sift noiselessly through. How the old elm tree beats her branches against the house as shrieking winds laugii her to scorn I .ts a horrible night for a strong man to sit alone and think, as memory brings phantom forms from out the past. White hands beckon anove their graves in the pitiless rain. Lower sink the flames, and closer, closer, shadows steal from their corners. They gather in patches on ceiling and wall, creep across the f.oor or vanish as a fire tongue flickers nn instant. Vanish, on!v to draw nearer, till they join hands in fan tastic gloom about you motionless form on the hearth. How still it is! Faces of long ago gleam awfully distinct through the dark. Memory, mind and heart conjure them from distinct graveyard homes, even from over the sea. "My God! My God! Give me back the loved of my youth!" And but 10b bing winds reply : ' It cannot be." Ten - eleven twelve! Bing on ye midnight bells. Hs heeds ye not. Ring to the storm that round your belfry sur ges. The dead, the loved and feared, are with him; speak in tones louder than thine, though his hungry heart alone does hear. ' Listen! The temtrfst is passing; is moinine into ouiet. Muiky clouds roll siowlv down the hoizon, and the fair morning shines through. Night is go in"-, poinsr. Davli 'bt dawning. Morning is scattering her flowers of crimson and purple end gold across the skies. Higher and higher rise billows of fire flecked clouds. Chastened earth smiles back through her thorns and tears, and Goal's glad day comes down from His throne in sunshine and per fumes and joy. Grief hideth from day, and sin and crime and shame shrink into dark places Midnight is strange, unfa homable; morning joyous and free, filling earth and air. valley and mountain height, with gladness, stands tiptoe on the ocean crest, and brings its gifts of light and love to all the world. Detroit trte 1'reia. Thrift and Earnings. Farmers are a thrifty class and man age in good and bad season to live com fortably. They do not waste their sub stance in dissipation, and therefore they always have something to fall back upon. They own their own houses, generally free from debt, rear families, and leave something at death. How is it with the average well paid artisan in the city ? His yearly wage is eqiial to the net in come of a good farm, his necessities are no greater than those of the farmer, but his condition is not comparable to that of the latter. It can be said with entire truth that if the farmer lived as recklessly as the ordinary artisan in the city does, he would become bankrupt in short order. Now, suppose the artisan of the city should adopt the temperate and thrifts habits of the faimer, how long would it be before building associ ations would multiply and the h me steads of the artisans spring up by the hundreds ? The prosperity of a worker is not so much in the making of money as in the saving of it. With most wage earners an increase of income is followed by a corresponding increase of expendi ture, so no permanent benefit is derived from it. All the efforts of labor unions have been directed to the end of increas ing the wage of the workman without any thought of saving or economizing it. This is t hrrytilfif ect of labor or ganization, which t.ivtber teaches thrift nor provides co-operative methods of cheap purchasing. Dissipation which wastes the substance and wrecks the health of the worker, meets with no condemnation. As 1. ng as thrift and economy do not rule the life ot the aver age workingman in the cities, so long will the workingman be the under dog in the struggle of life. Every dollar earned and wasted by workingtnen con tributes to make labor's fight weaker, and every dollar saved and turned to food account makes labor's cause stronger. And these dollars, saved or wasted, affect for good or bad, the wel fare of the community as well as that of the individual. Equalizing Home Work. "I have about come to the conclu sion that no man is good enough for even a passably good woman," said the proprietor of the Coon range all sorts store, as he glanced at a lank fellow who had just made a disastrous raid on a box of matches; ' every man has an easier time than his wife." "I've thought of that a thousand times," replied old man Gatewood, known through the neighborhood as Lazy Sam. I know that I have an easier time than my wife, but I'm bringing the thing down mighty nigh equal now. I don't believe in allowing a woman to mighty nigh kill herself at work, let me tell you. and for some time I have been shaping my points, so that she won't have such a hard time." ' Equalizing it, ch?" "That's exactly what I'm doin', gen tlemen. Last year my po' wife had to chop all tho wood and fetch all the water." "And you have relieved her of that, eh?' ' Well, partly; she has only to chop the wood now. My boy has got to bo big enough to tote the water. I tell you what's a fact, a mua ought to think of these things," Arknnmnc Traveler, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1887. GIRLS THAT WORE THE BLUE. Some Instances of Women Coin to the War A Meeting Afterward. (From the Chicago Leader.) I knew a girl who at the beginning of the war was so filled with patroitism, and so weighted down by a sense of duty, so carried away by an adventurous impulse that she followed the squad of boys who had enlisted i 1 her neighbor hood, and, dressing is a boy, enlisted in the company that was forming in the country town. Her friends discovering the long hair she had cut from her head and the clothing she had thrown off iu her father's barn, gave immediate pur suit. As they were driving into the city they saw walking alongside the side walk smoking a cigar a young fellow who had the same sort of face as the girl they were in pursuit 4of. They stopped and accosted the yquag fellow, and were treated to such a shower of epithets and such a 1 exhibition of Lravado that they admitted their mis take and apologized for it. An hour later one of the party found the same young fellow deathly sick from smoking the cigar. He called him by the girl's name, and found that after all the young iellow who had done such hard swearing was the girl they were looking for. She was taken home, and after ward entered the service as a hospital nurse. In the last year of the war I found her again in men's clothin?, cry ing as only a broken-heart d woman can cry, over a light-haired man, shot dead in the charge at Hesaca. She cared nothing then for exposure, and went home iu a widow's dress. Another girl, I remember, had a pleasanter experience. I was the ex amining surgeon at one of the recruiting camps early in the war, and on one oc casion, as I passed down the line of a company formed in open order for mus ter and inspection, I noticed, as the hands were held out, one set that, to my practiced eye, belonged to a woman. I said nothing at the time but. after consulting with the Colonel, had the re cruit with the feminine hands brought to headquarters. The bright-looking soldier admitted in two minutes that she was a women, and in two days she was at home A year after that I was at a ball i 1 Washington. As I stood a little aside from the miin party, wish ing that I was in front with the army, a young lady came toward me, bowed with exaggerated stillness, and, as she straightened up, went through the mo tions of obeying the order: "Eyes right." She offered me her hand and thanked me for some hing that she sup posed that I had done, and wal ed away. She was pretty enough to be the beile of the occasion, and I saw that she took considerable delight in my confu sion of mind, all of which I understood later whe I learned that she was my re cruit with the ladylike hands. She afterward told me that she owed me a debt of gratitude for stepping in at the right time to break dow-i her romantic notions. A Prcclleal Joke on a Ciiijurer. A popular performer, whose namo 1 witli-hoiOf out oi' cousiii at ioCT for liii feelings, was once mad.; the victim of a practical joke which is too good to be lost. He was exhibiting the trick in which a borrowed hat is torn to pieces, placed in a mortar and fired at the gal lery. The moment the report is heard, the hat is seen suspended from the pro scenium arch, and not until commanded by the performer does it fall, and is caught by him. Of course the borrowed hat is exchanged for one belonging to the performer, and while this is being torn ud, the original is hastily attached to a string leading from the upper pro-, scenlum box, or from the top round of a high ladder standing inside the wings, thence, through a hole in the proscenium arch, to an assistant who is stationed there. At the proper moment the hat is thrown from the box or the ladder top, and rapidly hauled to its place, af ter which all that remains to be done is to cut the string and let it drop On the occasion referred to, the performer having had some words with his as sistant, that gentlemen determined to 'get even. ' That night at the close of the trick, when the professor triumph antly pointed his finger above and was about to remark, as was his nightly cus tom, " We saw the fragments of the hat wrapped up and placed in the mortar ; iiehold now the r-apparition of the hat," his eye caught sight of a distressed-looking white hat dangling in the place of the gorgeous borrowed black one, his wretched joke froze on his lips, and he beat an ignominious retreat. Lost in the Foj. "An amusing incident," writes a cor respondent of the 1'al Ma I Bu-fget, "cccurred during the fog which envel oped certain parts of the metropolis on Tuesday afternoon. Attracted by the firing of the salute in honor of Princess Beatrice's accouchement, I entered St. James's Park from the Duke of Y'ork's steps. Immediately inside the park the fog was so dense that it was hardly pos sible to distinguish a light ten yards distant. I went on, however, and in a very few minutes found myself in the center of a small knot of loiterers. The firin-r had teased, but I could hear the rumble of the wheels of the gun-carriages, and every now and then a snort from a startled horse. 'Cries of 'Where are you?' and ''hcre are you, gunner?' were repeated all around. Then I re alized what was happening. A squad of Life Guards was getting into more or less hopeless confusion. I could just distinguish the helmets of a dozen of them standing in li e, and here and there a lantern was darting abtif, among those who would have taken the lead in the march home To move the guns, was, however, impossible, for a few paces brought them in contact with E01110 obstacle. Everything was then at a standstill, save an ofiicer or two. 'I hese wanted to know the way to Whitehall One informant insisted that Whitehall was to the left; another was positive it wa- to the right. In the end the officers adopted the latter advice, and rode into the railings." Cnmmings Not So Great.. Asking an officer if the Adams Ex press Company ever suffered any heavier robbc rics than the $2,000 one com mitted by Jim Cummimgs, the reply was : "Yes indeed. About twenty years ago one of our cars on the New Y'ork and Hudson River road was robbed of iftiOO, 000 within a short distance of New York city. A couple of brothers named Allen, knowing that at a certain time every trip tho express messenger was in the habit of going back into the smoker to take a few draws at his pipe, boarded the train entered tho express car while the messenger was out of it and carried off $000,000. The robbers were caught and the booty recovered. Very soon after that affair another of our cars was robbed of $10:). 000 near Balti more. Those kind of thimrs, you know, never come at one time. They invariably travel in twins and triplets." It is estimated that over 1,S00 loeo motives were built m the United States during the past renr. Tbev cost about 115,000,000, A BATCH OF STRAY JOKES UATIIERED IN FltOU Al-I QUARTERS 0 CHESTNUTS 11KUK. Member or the Press The New !oulh The Honest Rackc t Encouraging A l(r niiuder OilU and End, Etc., Etc. A GALLANT SOLDIER. "Yes," remarked Dumley, at the sup per table. "I was a soldier in the late war, aud if I do say it myself, I was a good one." Presently Featheriy broke the awful silence " ere you wounded, Difmley J" he asked "N-no, but after the battle of Bull Run I was reported among the killed. But the. repoit was corrected." "Corrected to 'among the missing.'! suppose " said Featheriy, helping him self to butter. SAID NO. "It'sfuuny about Washington people," said a young man from New Y'ork to a V ashingtonian. "How do you mean 2" asked the Washington man. "Vhy, everybody has a way of say ing 'yes, indeed.'" "Have thej ?" exclaimed the Wash ingtonian, bitterly. "Well, they haven't. I asked a girl last night if she would marry me, and the way she said 'No, indeed !' was enough to bring tears to the eyo of a needle." Washington Critic. LOAVES AND FISHES. "Why," exclaimed little Johnny, when he heard his father telling about some body who was looking out for the loaves and fi lies, "that's just what mamma say - about Uncle Henry." "Says about Uncle Henry ?" repeated his father in astonishment; "what do you mean ?" "Why, pa, don't you know," said Johnny, "mamma says L'ncle Henry only loafs and fishes." Boston, Tium scrqjt. TOO MUCH LUMBER. Omaha Girl "Pa, there is talk of forming an archery club in our set. May I join V Omaha Pa "I saw a girls' archery club practicing the other day, and I'm afraid I can't afford to bear my share of the expense." 4 Why, bows and arrows don't cost much." "No, but it takes so much lumber to build a mark.'' Omaha World. STRIVING TO BE HONEST. Woman (to tramp): "lou might saw a little wood for that nice dinner." Tramp (reproachfully): "Madam, you ought not to throw temptation in the way ot a poor man." Woman: "Temptation?" Tramp: "Yes, madam. If I were to saw some wood, the chances arc I would carry oil the saw. I'm an honest man now, and I want to stay so." Jiartr1!) so SUARF. "Ahl Jfr. Scribelerous, how are you? I tpuatit your last book, and have been reading it. 1 can t say 1'like it as rSuch as some others. I s'pose you're here, at this reception picking up character.' Scribelerous Ah! is that you Butter ine l iiy the by, that last lot ot eggs you sold mv boarding house mistress were more than half bad. I suppose you're here drumming up custom? L'j'e. OYERHBARD AT THE THEATRE. Omaha Lady Oh, dear! I've forgot ten my fan, and it's dreadfully warm here. Gentleman (in the next seat back) I can't bear to see a woman suffer. Would you allow me to make a suggestion for your comfort f "Certainly." "Why not fan yourself with your hat Omaha World. DEDICATED PORK. "Give me a little more of the wood chuck, please, my dear," says Funny man to his better half at breakfast. "rtoodchuck! What do you mean? There's uo meat but sausage on the table." "Perhaps that's the article. They used to call it woodchuck when I was a bov. Ground hog, you know." Chi cajo Kens. NEGRO SALUTATION. Not long since I overheard two Ten nessee negroes, who had met each other "Howdy do, sir ?" "Porely, porely; I'se got a mightv misery in my back. How's you making it ?" "Me? Ohl I'se kicking, but not high; fluttering, but can'tlly." Detroit Free Press. WORSE OFF THAN THE TRAMPS. "(jittin pay lor that I" he asked as he came along to where a man was shoveling snow. "Not a red." "Then you're a fool !" "Yes, I know it, but I own the house and lot. I don't see how to get around it." Detroit I tree rrens. A PRACTICAL PLAN. "I say, old man, when I asked you for a loan ot ten dollars, wtiy did you only send me nine .'" "Ah, you see, the other dollar was for postage." "For postage ?" , "Yes, on my letters asking-you to square up .liambler. SO MEAN. "Yes, Nellie, dear, I am going to the Montreal Carnival. I don't care a bit for snowshoes, toboggans, and all that sort of thing, don't yer know; but that horrid old company is going to look over Charleys books, and the dear boy says we must go. Companies are so mean Uarier's Bazar. A NAME. Mis. B. (who, though still young, has been three times married) Oh, if I were a man, I would make a name for myself ! Tom (who is number three) Strikes me you ve doire pretty well as it is, my dear. This is the third you have made -Life. ENCOURAGING RUT AMRKi VOL'S. Anxious Millionaire: Then, sir, have your consent to pay my addresses to your daughter. Ah! if I only thougr.t 1 could win her aLTection ! Eager Father: Why not, my dear sir, why not ? l'leuty of others have succeeded. T. o LATE. A Belleville, 111., servant girl went to sleep one afternoon aud did not wake up until forty hours later. Whcu she awoke she was naturallv much incensed to find that she had been defrauded out of two evenings out. Boston Iran script. A REMISDFR. Barber (shavintr youth): Do you know, sir, this reminds me of the story I was reading to day. Youth: Ao, you don t say so! Vhat was the storv ' Barber: Hunted Down. lid Bits. ENLARGED. Wife Now, tell me truly, Charlie, do you really love me as much as you used to ? harlie Yes, dear. I guess I must love vou more, for tho doctor says I cave enlargement f th heart, Judyt, TERMS SI. 50. ODDS AND ENDS. The sweets of married life should never be kept in family jars. Tfere are a good many "ps" in pep per, but not hali so many as there are in coffee. Th 11 law cannot make a man moral, but it can make him dreadfully uncom fortable when he is immoral. ,?r the weather does not go back to fiist principles, it will not be long before Florida advertises an ice palace. It is bad enough to break party ties, but it isn't half so embarrassing as to have them work around under your ear. A Wisconsin landlord recently notified some of his drummer patrons not to order more than they could eat up clean. One of those days the epitaph of every poor wretch who is sent to Sing "f ir "gn ill bfu i'Gqne v. bete the combine twiu:tll." After all, the railroads do not care half so much about the long haul and the short haul as they do about making a big hauL We have a little piece of advice to offer, gratis: Don't sit do-n on a to boggan slide unless under vou. there is a toboggan The young man who persuades him self that two people can live as cheaply as one, can always find a girl to help him try the experiment. Feline Amenit:es. "Now, which of these two photographs of you may I have, dearest? The beautiful one, or the one as I know you ?" TnERE is a man in Venice, who can speak ninety three languages, now in valuable he would have been to superin tend the construction of the Tower of Babel. Whitrock (Jim Cummings) gave up the coal business to go into the train robbing industry. The transition was easy from a light-weigh-man to a high wayman. France makes about 100,000 quarts of champagne every year. One million quarts are shipped to England and the other 3,000,000 come to this country. That's what makes champagne dear. Don't always search for the serious side of things. The man who has no eye or ear for the ludicrous is an un happy mortal. Next to virtue, ihe fun in the world is what we ca 1 least spare. The deepest gold mine in the world is in California, says a floating item, but that's a mistake. 'ihe deepest gold mine in the world is a true wife's loving heart. No man ever got to the bottom of it yet. When two wolves meet in the woods, neither of them has the slightest d ubt as to what kind of animal the other one is; but two men never meet in the forest without each one suspecting the other of b ing a "wolf." A New Y'okk paper thinks that Pow derly should be paid a higher sa ary than $5,000. It is hoped, however, that this suggestion will not induce Mr. Powlerly to order himself out on a strike for higher wages or shorter hours. lYonUerfui Richard Itonovar. THE ASTONISHING THINGS AFTER LOSING BOTH 6HOC1.DEK. TnAT HE DID ARMS AT THE There recently died at Potsdam, St. Lawrence county, Richard Donovau, who was in some respect - one of the most remarkable men in northern New York. Twenty years ago, when a boy, Donovan lived in Watertown and worked in a flour mill. One day ho was caught in a belt and received injuries that ne cessitated taking off both aims at the shoulders. This great misfortune did not dis courage him, and after recovering his health he set about earning his liveli hood as best he could without the use of hands or arms. Part of the time he had lived alone, and from the necessity of helping himself he became wonder fully adept in performing all kinds of work, using his feet and mouth princi pally. He owned a horse, of which he took the entire care, harnessed it. fast tened and unfastened the buckles with his teeth, and drove with the reins tied around his shoulders Being in need of a wagon, he bought wheels and axles, and built a box baggy complete and painted it. He went to the barn one winter day and built a cow stable, saw ing the lumber with his feet, and with the hammer in one foot and holding the nail with the other, he nailed the boards on as well as most men could with their hands. He dug a well twelve feet deep on a farm in this town and stoned it himself. He could mow away hay by holding the fork under his chin and letting it rest against his shoulder. Ho would pick up potatoes in the field as fast as a man could dig them. He would dress himself, get his meals, write his letters, and, in fact, do almost anything that a man with two arms could do. Ho was engaged for some time with Thomas Collins, of Potsdam, in the sale of bug gies and sleighs and has lately been engaged in buying and selling hides and pelts. By his industry and frugality he succeeded in amassing a snug little property owned a house and lot, and was worth in all about $ 2,000. ater- toicn Time. Why He Prefers Mules. The Allentown (Penn.) Begis'er telis this story: A well-known manufacturer of this city it isn't necessary to give his name finds it necessary to employ a double team to do his hauling. For several years ho kept two horses, and while they did their work well he sud denly concluded to dispose of them and buy a pair of mules instead. He says that alter the horses had done their day's or week's work he was continually annoyed by some of his friends or em ployees asking for the use of the horses to take pleasure drives. Not caring to offend them he frequently nccceded to their teouests. while all the time his better judgment told him that it was rough on the horses, which by their nonesc worK were entitled to their just rest. This thing went on for awhile and our friend was pondering by day and by night how he could briiur about a rhange. It oc curred to him one day that n.ules were not very popular for pleasure driving purposes, but that they answered every other purpose of horses in fact were in several respects preferable for his own use. So he concluded to sell his horses and get a mule team. His plan worked admirably, and the other day he informed us that since he got the mules he hasn't been asked ouco for their use by his friends or employes. The New Sonlh. Editor Grady, of the Atlanta Constitn on, after his return from New England Dinah, there isn't a thing on this table tit to eat. Haven't you any baked beans? Dina No. honey. " Do you know how to make brown bread ? " "Neber learned dat, sah." "You can make pumpkin pje, can't you t " ' No, sah." " Well, well, I can't see where you were brought up.'1 OPtaha World. Tlio Mother Whose IJoy YPns Shot an av Dr rn r. From the Atlanta Constitution. ! Was it murder? A group of ollicers stood in an Atlan ta book store, one sultry afternoon ini 'sixty-four, discussing tho execution of a batch of deserters. It was just before the siege. Sherman was on the other side of the Chattahoochee, nud as iho officers talked th'1 sullen boom of cannon every now anl then interrupted their conversation. But was it murder? This question was uppprruostMn my mind as I listened honor-stricken to the running talk around me. It had been remarked that one of the deserters who had been shot an hour before was a youth of sixteen. "I felt rather sorry for the boy," said the Captain. "Oh, it's all right," observed the Ma jor. ' "Discipline must be maintained at any cost," put in the General. "Yes, of course," assented the Cap taio. "Beyond a doubt," was the Major's comment." "Besides," said the General, "he was no longer a boy. He was a soldier, and when he deserted he knew the conse quences." "Just so," echoed the others simul taneously, but their faces wore a cloudy look. The Geueral picked up Jomiui's "Art of War," aud spoke of it as a greatly overrated book """"VVhat i' th. ptlro of it li- inquired. -"Fifteen dollar?," replied the book sell r. "You see, gentlemen," said the Gen eral, "how these cormorants take ad vantage of our misfortunes. Fifteca dollars for a book worth fifty cents." The military men all glared at the bookseller, who wisely said nothing. "Yes," said the Captain, apparently resuming his ta'k, "I was never so af fected in my life as I was when I saw that little fellow shot." "Did he flinch ?"' asked the Major. "Not a bit He was very pale, and his eyes had that faraway look peculiar to men who are looking death in the face. He stood it like a hero. ne-er trembled, and had his wits about him to the last." "Died instantly, didn't he ?" said the General. "Yes. Four balls through the heart." "So much the better He did not suffer." And the General picked up "Mahan, on field Formications " "1 heard that tho boy belonged to a good family," said the Major. ''He ran away from homo and joined the army, and fought bravely. 1 1 is desertion was more of a little escapade than anything else." "If Sherman wi9 not pressing us so' infernally hard, interrupted the Cap tain, "ho would have been let oil, but' the court martial just rushed things through, and there was nobody to look' after the bov." Boom! Boom! thundered tho can-' non over the hills at the front. j "Why should anybody look after' him'' interposed the General. "We, must look after the army aud its discip-. line." ; Boom ! "The fact is," continued tho General, "matters have reached a point where we must make an example of every man who fails to do his duty." ; "I admit it," replied the Captain j "but it makes my blood ru.i cold to. slaughter mere boys." The General tucked Jomini's "Art of War" in his pocket and paid for it.' Then ho turned around and cleared his' throat. "Now listen to me," he :iid impres-i sively. "You certainly will give me credit ior uic average amount, oi imiu-. ness, sympathy and human feeling. Yet I cannot agree with you about the de serter. According to u I accounts he' was a sensible lad. He knew his duty; as a soldier. He knew that if he de-. serted he would be shot. What did he do? When the enemy was marching: on, threatening this very city, endanger ing the existence of the Confederacy, he sneaked off to the woods. Some say he was going to see his mother. It does not matter. He was a deserter. If we spared him others would have to be spared. The army would be demoral-; ized. Desertions would be t e order of the day. We had to shoot him as an example. It could not be avoided. Now, let us drop the subject. 1 know that I am right, and I should like to see any one stand up and say that I am wrong." Boom I Boom ! The wave of thunderous sound rolled; over the whole city, and people stopped; to listen. Just then a light wagon covered with' dust and evidently from the country stopped in front of the store. Twof women alighted and came in. One was; quite young, and the other who was old' enough to be her mother leuued on her arm. , "Have you an evening paper?" the; young woman asked the bookseller. , He handed one to her, nud the oldi woman, arranging her spectacles, glanced nervously over it. j "Yes, it is .rue that th re was an ex- hurriedly to her companion. Boom ! For some reason the officers relapsed into an embarrassed silence. The .Ma jor w th his index tnger commenced' drawing fortifications on a map of Georgia. The Captain looked moodily at the floor 'I he General pulled Jomi ni's "Art of War" out of his pocket and then thrust it back again "Oh, mercy!" exclaimed tho young woman in a low tone, "those people told us the truth then ." "Oh, my God! My poor murdered boy!" So wild, unearthly and piercing was the cry that every man in the room started in alarm. ' '1 he old woman had fallen back in a1 chair gasping for breath, with her face as white as a sheet . Her companion gently fanned her until she laid her gray head on her hand and sobbed aloud 'lurning to the sympathetic and ta lent spectators the young woman point ed to a paragraph in the paper and said: "It was her boy her only son. The paper calls it military justice. We call it murder!" The General gradually moved towards .1. - j . li:. L . . i " t . i i i-j meuoor. ins iicau was uowcu ana ilia hands trembled. As soon ns ho god outside he walked oil at, a rapid pace. Ihe Major made several inelTtctual at tempts to build a strong redoubt with his finger tip on the map of Georgia, but suddenly collapsed and abruptly bolted. The Captain remained. He brought the old woman a alass of water, and fanned her while lie listened with a sad but kindly face to the young wo man's story. It seemed that the boy's mother lived thirty miles in th'? country. Vague re ports reached her that In r sun was in trouble, and she rode in with a neigh bor, arriving an hour or two alter tho execution. 1 caught this much of it, and then tn eager desire fcicd me to fellow the example of the General and the Major. As 1 went out of tho door I looked back. The old woman was si lently praying, while the tens ran down, her withered checks. Her friend looked down upon her with pitying eyes, and the Captiin had one hand over hid bronzed face. The big gnus continue! to boom all that afternoon, but I dii uot hear them. 1 had something else tar think of. Annie Kouit, of I.au rcnceburg, Ind., though but nine vmrs old. has for) months been the teacher of a regular: organized gang of irirl thieves of u.ioul! her owu age, who have been very suc cessful in their petty robberies. Hei' last performance was to board a tr.iin. ride to Aurora, and there enter thchouv! of a well-known citizen and steal hi! wife's watch and chain. That led t ' her arrest, and the wjll be s-Dt to the UQU1S 01 lUUi'j.