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MAIiHETJIl . ENTERPBISE. A 1T7IXABT. O wandering wind, I pray thee fold thy wings, The whispering trees are calling the to rest. The sky grows dim, the V'ay birds are still. And softly sleeps my lvby at my breast O restless sea, whose watora wan and cold, Fret the brown rocks with angry moon-white crest; Hush them, I pray, to little lapping waves, For softly sleeps my baby at my breast O gunrdlan stars, half hid by fleecy cloudlets, Your watch-fires now I pray make manifest; No other light have we within the chamber, Where softly sleeps my baby ct my breast O Lord of earth, and Bea, and stars, and heaven, " Ccuie to our home to-night, and be our guest; So In the darkness, which Is as Thy shadow, Shall softly sleep my haby at my breast Carls Brooke. It was a disagreeable surprise to us leavy artillery men when our regiment was detailed for prison duty during the war, not only because it was dis tasteful work," but we thought It derog atory o our branch of the service; and, Indeed, It Is a mystery to me to this day why we were selected. But the command having been given we were soon on the march and one lultry summer afternoon arrived at our destination. We found that the prison consisted of a long, low shed surrounded by a palisade about nine feet high called a stockade, and this again encircled by a raised platform at such a height that entries placed upon It could look over the top of the enclosure and observe the prisoners inside. This was necessary because at some distance from the shed was a shallow aitch, dubbed in military parlance "a fence," although a more absurd name sould hardly have been chosen, since It could be crossed by a single stride, and at night It was so indistinct that I line of lighted lanterns had to be placed near It in order to prevent the - prisoners from stepping inadvertently Dver it There was another and more sinister name by which the fence was known to guards and prisoners alike; it was ealled by them "the dead-line," because I prisoner found across it was ordered to be shot. We had been encamped about a week , when, one stormy evening, I visited a brother officer in his tent and on leav ing his quarters on my homeward Journey found the night so dark that I lost my fray and did not know where ( was till I brought up against the stockade. At that moment a rift In the clouds letting out a moonbeam, I saw distinctly through the pallqgs a jnnn In a tattered gray uniform look jig up In astonUhmentat a sentry who was violently gesticulating. The fel low was throwing his arms about in a way that made him resemble a scare trow In a wheat field dnrlng a gale of wind. I was at a loss to understand his ac tions till, on looking more closely at the prisoner, I observed that the line of black lanterns, whose light had been extinguished by the violence of the wind, was behind instead of In front of him. The prisoner's face was toward the moonlight, which was at my back, and I therefore could see his features plainly, and knew by the ex pression of them that this grim, de :ermlned looking man was quite un aware of the danger of his position, after a second or two It seemed to Sawn upon him; he stepped hastily aackward and was soon lost In the slack shadow of the prison shed. I heard the sentry resume his meas ured tread, but could see nothing fur ther, for the moonlight waa again cur tatned by the clouds. Alone and unobserved I bad wit nessed a dereliction of duty on the part of the sentry that if I reported it would probably be fatal to him; what was I to do? If I did not report ti.m I myself would be as guilty as he. I stood rooted to the spot In the !l, black night, for the wind bad en : -.:ly died away. In an ecstasy of sny. The perspiration broke out In groat beads on my forehead, and my '.nds were clenched until the nails k nunded the palms. if the moon had only not come out i:i would baye been well; the prison er, whatever may have been his lnten- ns, would never have been dlsoov 'red by tho sentry or myself, and I "iild have groped my way to my tent in bllMful Ignorance of what waa now cueing me so much misery. While I was thinking this, or rather Immediately afterwards, a thin, small ' "Ire sounded In my ear to this day 1 cannot tell whether it came from heaven or hell but It said distinctly, ' The United States expects every oftV t-r to do hla duty." And slowly I 1'ragged myself to the tent of the offl tr of the watch and reported what 1 Lad seen. Immediately on my report a posse was detailed to arrest Number Six tnd replace him by another man. The 'entries on the platform were num.-i-ered according to their portion, and beiefore I knew exactly which sentry liad ben lu fault. In the morning a court-martial wsi held, at which, of course, I was the ollUrjr witness against the prlaoner. Ue was drought la weaponless, be tween two armed guards. Durln the preceding night I had not been in a position to observe his countenance. therefore I was greatly horrified to find that this tali, thin stripling, scarcely 21 years of aee. whose lank. sandy hair hung over the collar of his coat, and was almowt the color of his complexion, was a lad I had espe cially befriended, with, whom I was as intimate as an officer is permitted to be witn a private in the same regi ment The boy was a most determined young fellow. He had been sinarularlv well conducted and a great Interest was taken in him by all of his offl cera, because it was known that he was the son of a Southern planter, and that he had run away from home on the breaking out of the war, and enlisted Jn the Federal ranks. He stood facing the Judge, very erect, his arms straight down by his sides in the attitude of attention: but I thought I detected, notwithstanding uie grimness 01 nis features, a certain gray shadow stealing over his face that made me shudder, for somehow or another it put me in mind of the shadow of death. The Judge asked the nrlsoner Ma name, which was only a formality, he Ruowmg 11 quite well, being his col onel, un nearing It the Judge con tlnued: "You are accused. Percv of dereliction of duty last night; what have you to say in self-defense?" "Who is my accuser, sir?" asked the youth, his keen, gray eyes roving round the room. "Captain Blank vover there," replied luo cuionei, noaaing m my direction. The lad gave me one swift inntr and then turned his eyes away. There was a wnoie sentence of reproach In that quick glance; it said: "You, my iriena ana mentor, to whom I looked for advice in every difflcultv? t could not have believed you would act so like a traitor!" It made me reel as if I were the real culnrlt. "Private Livingston, if you have anything to say concerning the rea son why you allowed a rebel prisoner to escape punishment last night say il now. - The soldier made several ineffectual efforts to answer the Judge, but each time a dry sob choked his utterance; at length be stammered: "He was my father, sir." I shall never forget the hoarse mur mur of horror that came from those war-seasoned, hard-featured soldiers, gathered for a matter of life and death; It was succeeded by a silence that could be felt, that seemed to hinder one's breathing. The majors and captains and lieutenants bit their mustaches and gazed furtively at their colonel to see what effect the words had on him; but he gave no sign, his visage being as Immovable and ex pressionless as that of the Sphinx. Turning to the orderlies, he com manded them to search out the rebel prisoner, Livingston. A most unaol dlerly looking man came striding In; his flgux was slouching, his manner ungainly, yet, for all that no one could look at the tall stooping giant without feeling that he belonged to a ruling caste. This man, in spite of his stoop and his slouch, was accus tomed to say to other men, "Do this," and it was done. There was a puzzled expression on his fage as he looked at the Judge; It said. "What am I wanted for?" "Is this your son?" asked the col onel. The Southerner had not looked at the lad since he came Into the room; now be turned with a perceptible start and fixed his gaze on the hnv ho evidently had failed to recognize him the night before; he gazed long and sternly on him, but the vouna fellow's eyes were on tbe ground. As they stood together In the open space in the center of the room, no one could doubt the relationship ex isting between the two: six feet two. every Inch of It, both of them, with square, high shoulders, long, thin neck, a figure too narrow for Its height and the same grim, thln-llpped mouth; and yet the elder turned to the Judge and said: "No. sir." "He says he is your son." The old man drew himself un: fold ed his arras across his breast and aid In a bard voice: "He was my son, but I recognize no child of mine In your ranks." "Captain Blank, Is this the man that crossed the fence last night?" asked tbe colonel. "Yes. sir," I answered. "You have no doubt about It?" "No. sir." "Prisoner Livingston, what have you to say?" "It was so dark that I could not see the line, the lantern light having been blown out by the wind." "But you taw the sentry waving to your "Yes, but only when moonlight came from the clouds; it was be who di rected my attention to what I bad done." "You are aware, of course, that. this man baa forfeited his life to save yours, his orderu were to shoot any prisoner found across the line?" Terhapa he La rticgoU! me. sir." "He will have to accept the erase auences of - disobedience," utM the Judge In a hard, dry voice. The planter turned once more and looked at his eon, but the boy had never lifted his eyes. The grimness faded from the old man's face, and after one long, wistful look he faced the Judge. The pride of the haughty ruler of slaves was humbled; It was a suppliant who said In a broken voice "r, too, am a soldier, let me die In his place, Judge; he is so young." "No, I forbid it!" called out the boy In a strong, stern voice. "I have brok- en the rules of the army and must pay the penalty." "He Is rlpht; the army In such a case accepts no substitute," said the colonel. The ?cn stretched forth his hands Imploringly to his father, and In a broken vclce begged for forgiveness and recognition. "It Is for the last time, father." Tbe planter's face became gray as without a word he opened his arms. The son flew into them as a swallow files to Its nest and while that mill tary crowd cleared Its throat the fath er and son wept on each other's necks. But the old colonel still sat Immov able. Presently the father cried out In the language of David: "Oh, my son, my son, would God I had died for thee!" Then he stroked the boy's head, kissed him on the forehead and gently pushed him away, and the two tall soldiers of opposing armies stood side by side with bowed heads, awaiting the sentence of the Judge. "Private Livingston," began the Judged "ahem." The officers glanced at each other in astonishment, and the glance said, "Our tough old colonel has broken down." "Private Livingston," he began again, then cleared his throat for ac tion In a very. fierce way. "You are sentenced to acquittal in considera tion of your relationship to the rebel prisoner." An irrepressible taurmur of appro bation broke from the court of war, and one stout and red-faced major, who had not so very long ago been a private himself and was before that a respectable shoemaker, burst out with an "Hooray I" "Silence, sir," commanded the cot onel, "or I'll have you arrested for contempt of court." The discomfited major sat down again, while his fellow officers passed their hands over their mouths to con ceal their smiles. "Private Livingston, . you can now conduct your father back to the stock ade." As the two men passed out arm In arm a general handshaking took place In the court room, and everybody con gratulated everybody else on the hap py termination of what promised to be an awful tragedy. Waverly' Maga cine. Poet Holes by Machine. An interesting post hole boring out fit which will make a hole uniform In size at top and bottom and of any depth to six feet is described in the July Popular Mechanics. It consists of a boring machine, mounted on a truck In such a way that It can be worked at either side or back of the truck. The holes are made by a large auger, or. chisel bit, operated by a gear working in a toothed shaft, which furnishes the means of raising or low erlng it The power is applied by two friction clutches, which permit this raising or lowering of the auger without reversing its motion. The engine and gasoline tank are placed on the front part of the ma chine, in this way providing sufficient weight to balance the other end, and the power Is transmitted from the en gine to tbe drive pulley by means of a belt. The machine will dig holes In any kind of soil on to which the truck can be driven, cutting readily through hardpan, shale and soft sand stone. Two men are required to oper ate it A Tramp of Reaourea. Much experience of thirsty tramps had caused the author of "An English Holiday," J. J. Hlssey, to foreknow almost exactly what they would say to him. One day, when sending his motor car slowly along a shady En glish road, he met one of this gild, who accosted him with the prelimin ary touch of his cap. Mr. HlBsey an ticipated him by , exclaiming: "I be mortal thirsty! Have you, good sir, the price of a glass of ale about you? I've driven nearly fifty miles to-day, and since tbe morning not a bite of food has passed my lips." Tbe look of astonishment that tramp gave me was a delight to observe. But this tramp was a man of ready re source, and seeing I was a hdpeless case, he rose to the occasion and promptly exclaimed, with what, dignity he could command and with a com ically serious expression: "If there were a policeman in sight I would give you In charge for beg ging, that I would!" Head Oa, Only. Any remark which might possibly be construed into unfavorable criti cism of his old master or any of his belongings la Instantly resented by Pomp, an old Southern negro. A young granddaughter from "up norf" was looking over the family portraits and commenting freely, while Pomp stood, a aable image, at her side. "I don't think much of that horse's tail," said the girl, nodding her head toward a portrait of her spirited an cestor seated on the borse which car ried him through tbe civil war. "It looka rather moth-eaten to me." "Dey wasn't nobody from de Norf her saw dat bom's tall In wsh times." answered Pomp,, bis voice charged with Indignation. A Hlat to Ike Wlee. At Jones and Brown were crawling along the highway where lately they bad gone at top speed, a writer In the Pittsburg Despatch Bays, Jones was moved to inquire why Brown ran hla car so slowly theae days. "When everybody's carrying house garden tools." Brown replied, "you can't run over a man without risking a puncture." About las only work an ofnce-hul4-er ive U U vara (or reeJeoU. THS CHRISTMAS STAB. Behold the town of Bethlehem One midnight long ago. When not a footstep In the street Was moving to and fro. A lantern in a stable door Sent out a feeble bar, And slowly o'er the humble thatch Arqse the Christmas star. It silvered every scattered straw, And touched the olive-boughs With brightness like the aureole That crowns an angel's brows; It lit the manger-bed where slept The Prince of Peace, new born, And poured upon His Infant head The glory of the morn. Three thousand years or more have passed, , To darkness whence they came, Unnumbered worlds have dropped from space In winding sheets of flame. And countless moons have waxed and waned, And countless suns have set But over all the ancient earth That star is shining yet It shimmers on the tropic sea, And gilds the arctic shore; It beams, a lamp to dying eyes; The grave Is dark no more. Undlmmed by either storm or cloud, Its splendor never dies, But night and day it lights the way That leads to Paradise. Metropolitan. A REAL &EIXEV PARTY. CHRISTMAS SINNER UNDER DIFFICULTIES. iiwmnjuiumm mi 4 4 r Watson was In a hurry to get home in order to make his fourth annual appearance in the popular and mirth provoking character of Santa Claus. The regular passenger train passing through Ballyboggln, where he had been detained on business, would land him at the union station in Chicago at precisely 7:30, which would mean 8 o'clock by the time he could possi bly get home. He confided his difflcultv to tho vm. pathetic landlord of the hotel and the landlord said: "There's a freight leaves Hardwlck at 11:30 and you ought to be able to make with the Egmont express slap Into nicago ir it makes anywhere near time. That will be three hours earlier than the regular passenger, but you'll nave to get a livery rig to get over to Hardwlck and that'll cost you $3." Five minutes later he and his v1Im were packed into a buggy and a start maae. ine roads were particularly bad, however, and about half way to Hardwlck the driver announced Ma cheerful conviction that they would miss the freight. Watson thereupon urged him to apply whalebone to tha team with, the promise of an extra dollar if he made the freight. When they arrived at Hardwlck they found that the freight was still there. Watson paid the driver, climbed into the caboose and disposed himself as comfortably as possible" on tha Ion. slippery, cushioned bench that ran tha length of the car. Then he looked at his watcn and found that It was five minutes past the time for the freleht to start. After a while he cot ud and looked out of the car door. There was nobody in Bleht. He stood there wondering whether it would be safe to go In search of some one, for the freight was a little dis tance out In the yards. After what he thought was half an hour's consid eration he got down and started to ward the engine. He had eot about ten steps when the clanging of a bell sent him back on the run. Just ns he climbed aboard tb'e cars beean to Jolt and bang from the head of the train down, and the freleht beean slowly to back. Then it came to a standstill. Watson was thoroughly exasperated. In tbe course of three or four more backward and forward movements he settled into a sort of desperate resig nation and it was in a tone express ive of this frame of mind that he ad dressed the brakeman when that worthy at last came Into the car and climbed up to the cupola. "Would you mind tellinK me what we are waiting for now?" asked Watson. "Waiting for the passenger to go past," replied the brakeman. "Not the 2:10 from Ballyboggln?" "Sure. That's her. I guess we will start now." It was Dast midnight when Watsoa reached his home. Mad? You ought to have seen blm. Chicago News. Teter Stnrveeant'e New Year'. The custom of celebrating New Year's Day In our own country Is largely due to the Dutch. Old Peter Stuyvesant made much of the day, and cheery assemblages were held at the governor's home In New Amsterdam. The Dutch method of kissing the wom en for "a happy new year" was ob tierved and toll taken of ail who were young and handsome. In fact, during the reign of Peter Stuyvesant New Amsterdam was the most thoroughly beklsHed country In all Christendom and formed a marked contrast to the staid Puritans, who thought the ob servance of this day savored strongly of reverence for the god Janus and who made no note of their first New Year's Day In the new world save to record. "We went to work betimes." New York Evening Pont. A New Vear'e Wl.h. God keep thee, dear, tbrougli all the yeurs, Throush all tho Joys, the aorrows, tear Of life Its 'iiniiionlucea, too, Uod keep thee sweet, and brave, and true Amid the doubts and fears that rise n every life the rnyeli-rU-s. Tlilnua that are hard to understand, The movliiKs of a mystic hand, God k-i-p thy reason sound and sure, Thy mind alert, thy heart still pure. (Jod kt-t-p thee always this I pray For thee, upon this New Year' Day. It. Ik M. II. !!. (arl.la.ae the Year threes a. Christmas candles bura out, decora tions must bo thrown aside, exchange of gifts rouiee to an end. But theae things play only a secondary part la ChxkLuuA. The lr vbfc Is lU 1 A Y, VtS rL V$ ' 3u : u -.- ..... .- 1 s. v r. : i tv.4 'I - A w it tit ' w r .V'? IWftii ttw 'Mrwni'ra.iVl ift:,rteaaiiiia -e V; -Ja,.,. Snowed In, but Willing to Se Festive Bringing- Provisions to the Passengers of a Snowbound Train. Be nee, the overflowing good-will, the outspoken kindliness, the unselfishness and cheeriness, need not be limited to one day in the year. There Is no rea son why we should not have them ev ery day. Why should love not rule through the circle of the year? A year full of Christ Is a year which carries Into every day the best of Christmas. NEW YEAR'S BREAKFAST. In Japan It la a Hellsloue Rita and a Berlona Matter. To a devout Japanese breakfast on New Year's day is a religious rite rather than a vulgar satisfaction of the appetite. No ordinary dishes are consumed at this meal. The tea must be made with water drawn from the well when the first ray of eun strikes It, a poutpourrl of materials speclnei by law forms the staple dish, while at the finish a measure of special sake from a red lacquer cup must be drain ed by whosoever desires happiness during the coming year. In the room Is placed an "elyslan stand," or red lacquer tray, covered wth evergreen leaves and bearing a rice dumpling, a lobster, oranges, per simmons, chestnuts, dried sardines and herring roe. All these dishes have a special signification. The names of some are homonymous with words of happy omen; the others have an alle gorical meaning The lobster's curved back and long claws typify life pro longed till the frame Is bent and the beard Is long; the sardines, which al ways swim In pairs, express conjugal bliss; the herring is symbolical, of a fruitful progeny. TheBe dishes are not Intended for consumption, although in most cases the appetite Is fairly keen. The ortho dox Japanese not only sees the old year out! he rtaes at 4 to welcome the newcomer and performs many ceremo nies before he breaks his fast. Lon don Chronicle. a ball, and the powder dusted over it from a perforated toilet powder box. The other end of the wire is bent over to form a fastening, and the ball la ready for the tree. It is effective to have the balls vary In size from that of a small apple to a large orange. How to Make Flam Padding; Sane. A sauce without brandy is made aa follows: One tablespoonful of corn starch, one tablespoonful of butter, one pint of boiling water, one egg, one-halt cup of sugar. Put cornstarch, egg and sugar in a bowl and1 mix them well. Pour over them the boiling wa ter and stir over the fire until thick, Add any flavoring. Helping Santa. Hla Iloar. McOorry (carplngly) Thlm makers av almanacs hov got us be dhe t'roats, bedad! Mrs. McOorry How d'ye make thot out? McOorry Make ut out? Here, now. We hov cowld weather New Year's, phwln we don't nade ut; an' do dhey give us aven a brlth av frost on dho Fourt' av July, phwln our tongues are hangln' out wld dhe heat? Not ao'a yez cud notice ut, bedad! Judge. Imitation Baowballa. A Christmas tree decoration that la easily and Inexpensively made at home Is snowballs. ' A coll of fine picture wire, a box of diamond powder and a bundle of cotton batting (not sheet wadding; are the materials needed. The wire is cut in various short lengths, a wad of the cotton thrust upon It, patted Into shape to look like I'oated on That. "Now, children," said the good man who was talking to tbe Sunday school, "you know, of course, where all the pretty things you find In your stock ings on Christmas morning really come from, do you not?" "Yes, sir," they replied with one voice. "Germany." Not a Dad Idea. Johnny Tommy, let's put our pen nies together and buy ma a nice Christmas present Tommy All right "What shall it be?" "I guess we had better get her a pad ded slipper." Texas Slftings. la the Dark. "Well, have you bought your wife's Christmas present yet?" "I dunno. She has all our Christ mas stuff locked up in one of the clos ets, where I can't get at It." Happy Children. Blessed are the children who cau still hang up their stockings and be lieve implicitly that a( really, truly Banta Claus will fill them. Brooklyn Life. SSLATIOSS BY FRIENDSHIP. Helena Finally Found On Waaaa Who "lnderatood." "Paul," said Helena, so suddenly that her brother aUnost jumped. "Paul, I want to give some parties.". . "Good idea," said Paul, cordially, re turning to his book. "Yea, but Paul, do listen. I really want to give some nice ones. People have been so good to us ever since we've been In Hlllsover that I think we ought to begin to return their kind ness. They can't be anything elabor ate, of course, because we haven't a maid, and really, we haven't any lavish amount of money, either. Housekeeping's dreadfully expensive here. But they all understand, and something simple " her voice dropped oft Into thoughtful silence. "Oh, go ahead," said Paul, reaaaur Ingly. "They know I'm only Instruct or, and they won't expect nightingale' tongues, even If I do teach Latin. And you used to get up corking chafing dish suppers when I was at college. Whom are you going to have?" "Well, your department, of course, and the Blckfords they've been the nicest of all and the Smiths and tha Truemans and the Dean and Mrs, Sedgewlck he's a dear, and she's a whole lesson in living and, oh, every body!" : , .; After her brother had gone to reo Itatlon, Helena sat down to make out her list. "I won't telephone them," she said, half-aloud. "That's a little too In formal. I'll Just make what Paul calls a 'personally conducted canvass' and ask them myself," List In hand, she started out In her prettiest frock and with happy antici pation written in every curve of her smiling face. "My dear, it's awfully good of you," said Mrs. Blckford, when Helena asked her. "But don't feel that you 'must have us! You haven't any maid, and In this heat" "But," began Helena, flushing a. little, "I've kept house for years, you know, and really, Paul Is bo easy to satisfy that I don't have a hard time at all. And I'd love to be nice to all of you, you've been bo good to us!" And then Mrs. Blckford hesitatingly consented. At moat of the houses the girl met the same well meant, reluctant accept ances; every one was airaia mat ens "would overdo," and repeated in dif ferent ways what she knew already that "she had no maid," and that "tha weather was abominably hot." At the dean's house she paused a moment In perplexity. "Is It worth while going in?" she questioned. "They mean to be kind, I know, but can't they understand that I want to do my part, too?" Mrs. Sedgewlck met her cordially at the door. She waa a large, fair wom an, eminently lovable. Helena always thought of her house aa a Bate harbor of souls. ' ', "Mrs. Sedgewlck," she began, doubt fully, "we're giving a little plawa sup per Wednesday night Will you and the dean come?" "Why, dear child, we'd love to," an- swerea Mrs. aeagewicK, miiuei. 1 w been hoping you'd ask us; and your, piazza la really the prettiest In all HIllBover for a summer supper.", -. "It will be very simple. I haven't a maid, you know," warned Helena, but her Bplrlts were rising. . "All the more fun," aaid Mra. Sedge wlck, laughing. "And you're so clever you'll manage It easily." Helena rose to go; her eyes wera full of tears. Impulsively she turned to the older woman. "Why don't you discourage me like the others; tell me that It's too hard, that I haven't a maid and all the rest of It?" she asked. "Because," said . Mra. Sedgewlck, gravely, "I would almost rather hava you break down than see tbe flna flame of your hospitality quenched." "Oh!" cried Helena, happily. "That waa what my mother always said. You understand, too!" "And that," Bald Mra. Sedgewlck, kissing her good-by, "Is because weTa relations by friendahlpl" Youth'a Companion. JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Jem M Chrlatlaa Barlala at Jeraaaleaa. Until about fifty years ago Chris tiana In Jerusalem, and Franciscans aa well, were burled without a coffin, tha latter simply in the habit of the order. At tbe grave the hood of the deceased was sewed shut over the face, and thus he was bedded In the earth. Tbe for mer burial place of the Catholics waa In the valley of the Cedron alongside the Garden of Oethsnmane, at tbe foot of the Mount of Olives, Where tha Jews are till burled to-day. Only a century ago a new church yard waa laid out on Mount Zion, tha place where King David and his suc cessors are still burled. Tbe exact pot la unknown, although many at tempts have been made to find It Aa old tradition says that about the fifth century some workmen accidentally penetrated this vault They looked la and saw the magnificent sarcophagi, but In trying to enter the chambers of the dead they were repulsed by flames of fire bursting forth from within. Tha frightened workmen closed the en trance to the vault the exact location. , of which baa been forgotten. Mia ol Many Llatba. The old colonel was spinning oft varna of tbe civil war and In the heat of reminiscent patriotism bis memory became somewhat tangled. 'Ah, gentlemen," he related Bullous-. "I shall never forget the charge. at Cblckamauga. It waa there that I lost my leg." Ten lulnutes later tha old colonel waa relating an Incident of Gettysburg. "And when we climbed Little Round. Top the bwlluU were whistling on all sides. It was there I lost my leg." And thirty minutes later through a misty haze of smoke: , "Seven I'lues, gootlemen. Seven Pines! Ah. that was the battle. Ona of my legs was shot from under ua and " But Jut then a timid little boy looked up and asked ahyly; "Grand. pa. were ware u a oetttlade La Iaom daaT