- SEMl-WEBKLY. . . r - ... rnwATTTt; TtTTPfTOTf COUNTY. OREGON, TUESDAY, MAY 27, 1902. VOL. III. NO. 5. SXT'tU Consolidated Feb., 1899. COBYALLIS, BENTON CUUJsl. u , . , . - . - - - - t.mni TiiAiiruTC Turin DiriWlDn - I CAMP LIFE. - S1 HERR STEINHARDT'S NEMESIS BY, J. MACLAREN COBBAN. CHAPTER IX Continued. "Oh," said she in a terrified voice, "Mr. Steinhardt looked terrible! He asked me if I bad written telling some one to ask such questions. I answered at once, 'No; but Mr. Unwin has. I wish I had not said that; for he said at once, 'Oh; Unwin; I'll make short work of him.' So, please! do be care ful! I could see in his eyes how cruel he might be. I said, 'Surely there is no harm in trying to find out what has become of my poor JfatherT' 'Oh,' said he, 'no harm at all none at all,' and went away." I could not but regret this very much. It was, therefore, with some anxiety that I received and accepted an invita tion to an interview I had almost said, a collision with Steinhardt that evening at seven o'clock in the labora tory of the Chemical Works. I had never yet been within the mysterious, tainted precincts-, and it was with some thing of a shudder that I asked myself why he should have invited me to call nnnn him there, and at an hour when I hardt. He had come home late, and friend. Yon know- I wish ya weu, lad, and that I'd do all for you. that broken old chap can do; but there'; no sense, tha knows, and no policy in sticking here wi nought to do not even courting. You love a lass, and, of course, naturally, hang about her; bat, deuce take it, lad, what do you expect to get by hanging about the place when she's miles and miles away? Is it that the ground whereon her gentle feet have trod eh? Come now, lad, let's talk the thine out; we cant ha' the told them they must pacic mat nigu. Mt used to tbJnk to be ready to set off in the morning j oo aauu vm. j cj to the seaside somewhere where she did not know yet, but she woul write to me as toon as she had an address to -W . I I give, so that 1 mignt senu iicr news. How I treasured tnat nine note! It was the firtt bit of -writing i had had from her; and I read it again "No. certainlVi said 1 sort o harmless luney. "There is at least one person in the village," said I, somewhat nettled, "that does not believe me harmless, whether he thinks me a lunatic or not "Well," said he, "you munna be and'tried to conjure a hidden meaning, a larking touch of tenderness or con- j nm nut nf - its ordinarv words. A strange feeling of being alone, and for saken, seized me a foolish feeling, which I could not shake off for some davs. I looked in upon jold Jacques, as usual. He had been recovering him self since I had seen him first; at least, regaining a consciousness of his own existence, and of the existence 01 things about him. I thought that day I could see a something in bis eyes and in the twitching of his mouth, which tld that he missed the presence of his niece.' He gazed at me long and keen- probably there would be no one in the 7, place except himself and the watch man. I went, however, with the stern est courage I could summon. I cannot describe the laboratory, for I clearly sa only Steinhardt, red as a Mpnhiatnnheles: all else was a jumble nt retorts, tans, tubs of raw color and what not. He was very civil. "I asked you to come and see me here, Mr. Unwin." he beean, "because I am watching an experiment which I cannot at once "If there is one man who could never offend me, it is you, Mr. Birley. But, when I think of it. I am not surprised that people should begin US look upon me as a maniac, since bouuuj "jdv" knows altogether what I keep staying l.oro fnr." "Ah. well, of course," said he, loot ing mystified, "but talking on at a venture, according to his wont, you know your own affairs best but you think nobodv else knows this alto- cether. Well, I daresay 1 I daresay," eaiu l, - lmerrupung him, "I am a monomaniac. me im ntilse siezed me to take him into my confidence: I felt it would relieve and cheer me to talk to him about the mat ters that occupied my thought so much; he must know them sooner or later, and, by knowing them at that juncture he mieht give me a useful hint. ' "Fer- aaA T "vnn will think me mad !"lAr " , it wnnld if 1 tell you what really keeps me here, ' --- -r- ----- r . . imaigne. that 1 am in ri hAPn in a vcrv I , - ... .. 1nv with vour ward, or with the right hand trembled a little) , and ut tered some guttural sounds, as n m an effort to articulate. I talked to him a little, thontrh I was not sure he could hear me; or, hearing, could under- him his niece had do her good, for she had been in a very anxious state of mind since her fathers loss. It cave mvself some relief to speak these things. When I rose to go awav. he looked me shrewdly up and l..v. iiul T vontwl to wfl von v.lt - v aaav " ' - J a.lll. Lly . r.m - V. u.w . . . -. r You have not taken my word for it tnat down, and watched me to the door. A Mies Lacroix is not for you; you have L-.t or two Da seed before I Eaw him been seeing her at times ana niaces aeain. when you should not." He paused and My-time was taken up with attempts looked at me, as if expecting me to fray I to provide a post for myself against the something. 1 was silent, ana ne went jay when I should leave that at iim Miss Lacroix is not a girl to be nerlev. Under ordinary circumstances THEM OVER FLOWERS.; Cover them over with beautiful fower. Deck them wttai fariantix, ui u.-w. Vying so silent by nigat and bjr day; m Sleeplnc the years or their manhood away. Glv Mthem the meed they have won la the Give them the honor their futures forecast. Give them the chaplets they won In the Give them' the laurels they lost with their Cover the hearts that have beaten w high-- Beaten wttn Qopes tnat wen uuvu. to die; ... . Once they were glowInK wun irienusiup and love, , t x anlritx are soaring above. Bravely their blood to the aaUon ; .they aave, - . ..L . Then la her bosom tney ropna cnem, -.grave. 'V'-- Cover the thousands who sleep far Sleep where their friends cannot nod them Theywtwf on' moontala and hillside and dell " Best where they, wearied and lie where they fell. ' , , Softly the grass blade creeps 'round their repose. - Sweetly above them the wild floweret blows; - - . . . . . Zephyrs of freedom fly gently o erhead Whispering prayers for the patriot dead.,. When the long years have rolled -slowly E'en tothe dawa of esrth's funeral day: When at the angels loud trumpet and tread Blse up the faces and forma of the dead; When the great world .Its last Judgmeat Then the blue sky shall ning open Its gates And the long;, columns march solemnly through; i'- - . Blessings -for garlands shall cover , them over, . - j.: Father, husband, brother and lover; - s - Cover them over, these brothers of ours, -, Cover them all with beautiful flowers. Mark's Substitute. - i it 1 1 1 1 1 in nut ! ! on the wife of a clergyman who lias his wav to make; she is beautiful, I know, but she has no money nothing to speak of. Your time here will be up in another week or so ; you have been trying to get a place near here, but you cannot: it will not do to stay about in this neighborhood. I will help you to get a good place in the south a living of your own I know where I can, and vou must go awav tomorrow. There is a cheque I have written for your quar ter's salarv." "I am'sorry, Mr. Steinhardt," said I. "I cannot go away tomorrow ; and I cannot promise to leave the neighbor hood." "Oh; you cannot. Think again: if you do not go, I must send away my familv." "Mv mind is quite made up," said I. "It i? Verv well." He rose, as if to end the interview, and I rose also Ynn had better take the cheque," said he, pushing it toward me; "it is al mnat. due. and I shall not want to see vou again." I took it, and was going. Involun tarily I glanced about for any vat or vessel which I could think of as that which had figured in Dick's confession He seemed to notice my curious dances. "You have never been in here be fore." said he. "That is the most in teresting place" pointing to a small rtooi- "would vou like to look in? I call it the Experiment Bath." I said I would ; and my heart beat wildly. "You must let me tie up your mouth and nose then," he paid, taking some kind of muffler from a drawer I wondered whether this were the nlace.-and whether he was going to show it me out of bravado, or whether he was quite unconscious of my suspi cion. I determined to go through with it. I was muffled, and he njuffled him self. He opened the door; and I saw a small chamber, filled with purplish ied vapor, in which a gas jet burned dully, and with an unwonted tint. "Enter," said he. I entered, and he followed. "This." said he. - raising a lid by is my expert I would have taken the opportunity ot the season of the year, and such a junc ture in my affairs, to spend a holiday among my friends ; but . I was now con vinced the mystery I was pledged to clear up was in Timperley, and I was resolved to sit down and besiege it there the more "obstinately resolved, since I knew Steinhardt so heartily wished me away. I wrote letters: I made journeys to this vicar and that rector in the heigh- . 1 J boyhood, who men neeaeu, or euuu would need, a curate, with tne same It in all cases. I would not do; 1 was not just the kind of man they wanted : thev were not sure tnat my opinions were quite as they would wish the opinions of their curate to pe. - it became plain to me that l was to oe "bovcotted:" the word had oeen passea round, apparently and by whom, il not bv Steinhardt? Again and again I tried, uiougn witn little hone now. to find a curacy even in the neighboring large town; but nothing came of my efforts except dis appointment, and weariness, ana ais pust. Mv time was up in Timperley, but I still retained my lodgings, mere (thev were cheap and comfortable); I held them like an outwork advanced against the enemy's position. The situation was, indeed, Decoming ime a duel between Steinhardt and me, in which, for the time, he certainly had t.hft best of it. Mv anxiety was not lessened by the fact that in the three weeks which had passed I had not heard a word from Louise, and did not know what " had hannnned to her. or even where she -;. , , T was. I finally went to tnegiri wiiom i had seen Frank with, and from her 1 found out that he had written from an address (which she gave me) in Doug- . . las in the Isle of Man. At the end oi another week, not having recieved any reply to a note I had written to Louise, I confess I was tempted with weak thnnorhta of 'giving the whole matter up, of surrendering my -position iu Steinhardt. and going away, i wan earning no money, ana my qunr o stipend of 22 pounds 10 shillings was rnnidlv disappearing. What could I do. when it was all gone, but surren Hr? I am not ashamed to confess that, oftener than once, I was betrayed into an unmanly prostration of disap pointmentof despair, I may even say ground she has walked on ; I don't deny that I am in that condition but it is not that keeps me here. I wish to tell you what it is, but you must proms. me to keep it locked up in yourself." Nay, lad, if it's some very private affair of your own, do not tell me. But," said I, "it is no private attair of my own ; indeed, it concerns you at least quite as much as me; ana i tninK, perhaps, you might help me a little on it." I then related my story, point by point, not even omitting mention of Louise's repeated dream, or of my own recent adventure in the chemical works. - The effect my story had on him caused me great anxiety. Being, by nature, more of a talker than a list- ener, he coma not reirain, ui urai,, irum breaking in now and then with a io be sure ''- "Just.sor or an -'Abyee-f there you are;" but as the point of the story took hold of him, lus taiKing instinct took vent in occasional grunts, while he became paler and paler, and more and more moved. He did not for a moment doubt that my suspicions pointed' to the truth ; he adopted them at once, and was enraged that he had not formed them for himself before. 'Stupid old idiot," he exclaimed, "that I was, not to ha' guessed, afore that '.Manuel would stick at nothing to -r get Paul eaten completely up! And Paul was a hot temper, ana, h ne naa words wi' " 'Manuel, there would be th devil to settle! And, of course, 'faul was likely to come home unexpected, to catch 'Manuel on th' hop, so to say wi' that confounded patent again! Lord. Lord! if I had only thought of all that a vear ago, it might ha' been easier to clean it up! Well, now, what can we do eh? what can we do.' I answered that I had been striving for weeks to discover what next to do but I had not yet "discovered it. -1 was anxious, too, ncw.l said, about Louise. "Oh," said he, "I expect she's all risrht with mv si6ter,-in th' Isle of Man." "I think," said I, "it's rash ever to expect that anything is altogether right that Steinhardt is concerned in. "True for you, lad, said he. "Besides,"! continued, "she prom ined to write to me. and she has not written ; a week or more ago, when found out the Douglas address, I wrote and asked her to send me only a line to allay my anxiety but.. I have had none." ' He looked very grave. (To be continued.) pretty husband's M drafted, Kit." "Oh, Mark!" And with the exclamation xt. Wpidman fell into her arms, shivering with terror. There, 1 ve Dinnea n out iu i" way, alter an nu-un -.-- thinking how I could break it the easiest" "But it will kill me, Mara, wnai do; what can I do? I can't stand it, and I won't let yon go; tney aj you-here first." There, there, Jtuitie, aear, you uw;v know wbat you are saying; you must try and be patient and submissive. ... be some way provided, tnougn see how I can save you just now m ."" beginning of winter. ;. Poor Kit wept until compieieijr - haustea", entirely, deaf to ner nusoauu weak attempts at consolation. It was a aad home, but not me yaw .. . , . i . 3 J ViMmKft lf one in tne iana uuu uram 1SS3- think of something The outlook was some arrangement, ment." Vapor rose more densely from the vessel, whose outlines I could not dis cern. I felt stifled; I gasped for hrAath. I tnraed at the muffler; I anH crrief. But remember that I was could not help it. I reeled ; I felt his desecrate! v in love (I suppose a clergy- hand on me whether to snatch or to man mn V be as desperately in love as push me I cannot now say but I thought then the former; with a vio lent effort I recovered myselt and turned at once to look at him, and saw great heavens! the very counterpart another manl with a voung lady, who might be dead, or diyng, or ma ried, for aneht I knew: tnat i was w uuru- T . . . I ing, so to say, in a strange muu, hi rhiAf WAS bitterlv hostile tome; that on the wall behind him of that shadow, the affair upon which I had staked my with head and hands outstretched, which DickVdelirious figure had cast, onlv vaguer, because of the vapor! "What! Again!" I invpluntarily cried, and dashed ftom the chamber. snccess in love naa not jmantcu u inch during those long and lonely weeks. I do verily believe that, in spite of the conviction which usually sustained I had to sit down to recover myself; the flnai revealation of the truth I trembled violently. I thought, when , 8Dite. too, of the obstinacy of my he undid his muffler, he looked paler, .tIlre anj he high reward of success and more open-eved. Did he suspect now mv suspicion? "It is very risky, you see," he said, calmlv enough, but with a very keen look, that longed, no doubt, to read me, "very lisky to enter my bath!" I said not a word, but after a moment or two rose with a "Good-night," and wnet out into the air. Had he intended to suffocate me? Thinking calmly of the adventure now 'I do not think so. I think the danger I escaped was altogether owing to my own rashness and folly. CHAPTER X. I was scarcely surprised when next day I received a hurried note from Louise. They were all going away at ' once, she said all except Mr. Stein- which I had hoped to gam, 1 wouia, indeed, have soon beat a retreat, it it had not been for a visit I had from my old friend Birley, and the results that immediately followed upon that. One evening I heard a loud, cheery voice there was no mistaking ask my landlady, "Is th' parson at whoam, Betty" a question which I answered myself bv calling, "Come upstairs." "Well," said he, "you haven't come to see me since I've come back" (he had been ill, and absent from home for some weeks) "so I ha looked you np." I said I was very pleased indeed to see him (he looked much older and greyer than when I had seen him last, poor old gentleman). "Xow I've come," he continued, "to ha' a bit of serious talk with you, my For Her Special Benefit Lady Butler is probably the only English artist for whose sole benefit a cavalry charge was ordered. When she was painting her stirring picture, "Scotland Forever," she one day ex- piessed a regret that she had never seen a body of cavalry in the act of charging, with the result that a gen eral in whoi-e hearing she had spoken, arranged "that a charge should take place for her special benefit. Cassell's Magazine. Hobbies. Men who ride hobbies would not be nearly so objectionable if they did not want all the road to themselves. Town and Country. Canada has a group of young sculptors of whom much is ex pected. One of them, Hamilton Mc Carthy, of Ottawa, is making the bronze statue which the government of 2ova Scotia will erect in Malitax to com memorate the services of Xova Sco- tians in the South African war. Chickens' Tails Twelve Feet Long. A new breed of chickens just received in New York from China have tails 12 feet long. They are kept in cages, and whenthey are taken out for exercifee'an attendant goes along to hold up the feathers. The hens lay 30 eggs a year, which are batched by other hens. Lawycrlcss Counties in Texas. There are 40 counties in Texas which have to seek legal advice outside their limits, as they have not a single attor ney of theirown. The fatal "draft" put out the light tor? ever on many a hearthstone. r drafted, be ve. Neil?" remarked the postmaster at The Forks, eyeing the stalwart young man addressed with a look which plainly said, "and I'm glad of it." "I s'pose I am." "Goin'?" "No, sir! When Neil Weidman gets ready to work for Uncle Sam hell let him know by enlisting; until men ne a have hft Majesty know he am t a-gom . "Not very patriotic!" sneered a by stander. "Now, I'd a been thar long ago iTt hadn't a. been fer this here game leg o' mine." . , "Small loss to the country," growled "S'pose Mark'U not go, neither?" inter posed the postmaster. " "Mark!" Neil turned a face suddenly grown eager and white. "' "He ain't on the draft?" "But he be." "Yes, and told me he'd have to go, added the bystander. ' . .' Without another word the young man turned'on his heel, involuntarily loosen ing the scarf about his neck that he might breathe more easily. Swiftly .he passed out into the dull November day, looking neither to right nor left. On, on he walked, like a man in a ter rible hurry, until three miles lay between himself and the garrulous little group at The Forks. He was turning in at nis own gateway, but, changing his mind, he passed on, still at the bigh rate of speed. Two more miles were paced on in wis mad fashion: then he wheeled about and faced toward home again. When once more he found Juniseir there he felt weak and spent, ssiowiy then he passed in and up the rude stairs into the little loft denominated -eua room."' . Wnat's uo now?" his sister remarked. Ain't that draft business all settled?" 'I s'pose it'a all right; he sent on the . i i i a . v - 1 money, -returned ner nusoauu, uu um vainly tried to enlist, out naa Deen re jected on account f deafness. "I bet if -1 was him I'd enlist first chance now 'nd get my money back," he continued. "Everybody ain t so fond of a dollar. nor so itchen fer a fight as yon be," re sponded his wife, -in the shrill treble she always used in addressing him; "I ain t no coward, none or tne xaose- lys be," he retorted. Neither be tne v eiamans, ukm. jnoae- Iy, but they've got sense enougo to iook out fer number one. They ain't dirt poor." Neil, lying at full length on his couch in the loft, smiled grimly at their alter cation. " . "Dick ain't fit to manage nere, but 1 don't care," he muttered; tnen turning his face to the wall, he slept tarough sheer mental and physical fatigue. When he awoke it was growing dusK and Mollie was calling to know if he were sick, or why he did not go out to attend to his part of the- "chores" as usuaL No sooner was breakfast over the fol lowing morning than he buttoned his coat about him and started off. "Some' way, Neil acts awful queer," shrieked Mollie to her husband. .. "Does he?" "Does he?" she muttered, turning away In disgust. "How stupid men are, any way. Mark ain't, though, and Neil didn't nse to be." . . - r It had been a terrible night at .Mam Weidman's. Kit's mother bad been summoned, but vainly she tried to comforting to say. dark. ..- : Kit might, in fact would have to stay there in their little cabin home with her little ones. There was no room for her at her father's, for already a widowed daughter had come back there with four children.. "A younger brother would have to come and stay with her it was the only way. She might go and stay at Mollie's only? there was Neil. It was about 10 o'clock when Neil Weidman rapped at his brother's door. Mark's face showed something of what he was suffering when he opened it.. "Neil! Come in." - "Can't; I'm in a hurry. I was on the draft, but had the cash all ready, so sent it in yesterday. I hear you are on, too." "I am: and heaven knows how I ean be spared, but I could not raise fifty Hnllsr much less three hundred." His Voice broke a little.- - ' "Well. I came to tell you I will go in your place. Good-by." "Neil!" -Afark anranar forward, grasping his brother by the arm and fairly dragging him inside.' "There, don't make any fuss about it,' muttered the young man. You can t be soared I can. It will make no difference trt inv one whether I live or die. Mark had bowed his head on nis nanas and was shaking with emotion. Kit's voice from the other room called feebly to know what the matter was. Mrs. Bell, her mother, had gone home for a few hours, taking the little boys with her. Springing up" again, Mark opened, wide the middle door, saying: "It is Neil, Kit tle, and he ofEers to be my substitute. Come in here, brother, do.". "Haven't time this morning, Mark. Give my respects to Mrs. Weidman. I may be in again before leaving." His hand was on the latch.; "Please, Neil, come here." - It was Kit's pleading tones, and before he realised what he was doing the young man stood by the bedside looking down into tne face of the one woman he had intraii It waa five vears since she had told him she was going to marry Mark, and in all that time they had never spok en had rarely met. i "Oh, Neil, you are too good you can not mean it." 'T mean it" he said, coldly. Through it all he had never suffered as he did now, to see how willing she was to have him sacrifice himself for Mark. It was a moment of supreme bitterness, sot in snite of himself , he lingered to gaze for perhaps the last time into the sweet face. Her eves were full of tears, and catch ins his hand she passed it to her lips, anhhinflf! "You are so good, so noble! If it were not for the children we could not consent to vour going. "If only we could raise the money, but we have little to sell and there is no one1 to bnv what we have. "I- have made up my mind and should i nvwiT. now. There is nothing to kMn me." - "But, Neil, this is too much," said Mark, who had now sufficiently recovered himself to comprehend the situation. mnnnt let vou eo. but if you could look ftpr thines here some and see that Kit nil not suffer. I could go easier. There ; nnlv Jw to do anything." "No nse talking, Mark, I am going; and now. eood-bv all. tTa ,lmn,t snatched his hand from Kit s clasp, and was gone. --- . . "Mollie, I am going to the war." "Goin to the war, Neil? Why, rhnnpht Ton'd sent on the money." "Yes. so I did; but Mark was on the draft, too, 'nd we couldn't nohow raise .nnfhar fhroa hnndred. 'nd he can't be ana d from home at this time o' year sui I'm coins' in "In his place?" interrupted Mollie, ex citedly. . ' Neil nodded. "WelL if I ever s'posed I'd live to see you give your life for Mark, after he cut yon with " tt., thoro Mollie r Now. about -rhinm here on the place." "Why, I am sure I don't know; I s'pose TMck and me can manage, though I shall have the most of it to do. If Dick is my husband, I must say as I've said before, the Moselys are mighty poor manage w v.ii t hat awfully to nave you go. They- talked a long while, but Mollie never dreamed of the terrible battle her brother fought out with himself that dull November day. knew how tempted he had been to let his-brother the man who had robbed him of his life's happiness looa out for himself. The tempter whispered, "Let him go. and if anything happens you are not to blame; then Kit will be a " But, of course, he turned his back at this junc ture each time; but the struggle had been a desperate one. . He was with Grant in the Wilderness and all through the disastrous overland ramnaiirn. He was with him ulitil sent under Sheridan to Five Forks, where he was severely wounded, but to him there was never such another battle as the one fniifrhr with ' himself during - that . mad walk under the gray November skies. "Neil is wounded and I must go to him," Mark exclaimed in deepest anguish as he read the name. "Oh," Kittie what if he dies! : I never can stand it. " Before the sun went down that day he had kissed his wife, boys and . infant !-Hoiirhftr NH"n eood-bv and was on his wav to his brother s side. The meeting between them was affect ing in the extreme, but Neil was by far most composed of the two. "I've got to go, Mark, but it is no mat ter. 1 am so glad that if is not you. Before the end came, he seemed to real ize that he was not unloved and that his heroic sacrifice had been appreciated. Toward the last the wounded soldier became delirious, and it was front, his ravines that his brother learned of his great temptation and the mastery gained over self that eventful day. - tie taiaea, too, of ."Kit" until tears bathed the face of the agonized watcher. When all was over, Mark weiaman went back home with the remains of his substitute," and last Memorial Day, sit ting by the nower-aecKeu niouna bjui Kit now an elderly woman and weine a lovely young matron I heaod this lit tle story. On the marble slab at the head Is the inscription: "Greater love hath no man than this. that a man lay down his lire tor nis friends." The Forester Learns Many Things WhUa in the Woods. . The forester has opportunities to see and to know the wild life of the forest better than most men, says Paul Gris wold Huston in the Atlantic. He hears the whistle of the qnail and the drum ming of the partridge, and frequently he finds their nests and sees their broods of young; he learns the ways of the -wild ducks, stumbles upon the curious nests ot the ovenbird, and be comes acquainted with many rare, shy birds; he has the best of chances to ob serve the squirrels and deer, the two most graceful animals in the woods, in their native homes amid the trees, and he comes across saplings' against which deer have scraped their horns when in the-velvet, follows their trails to his work, surveys through their feeding grounds where they have browsed the tips . of cedar, hemlock, ash and basswood, picks up their cast off antlers lying among the leaves, and finds their beds of matted grass and ferns where they have lain. And, then. too, few things are quite so palatable as game cooked to a crisp over a wood fire In the open air,, and nothing tastes so good as pure, fresh, cold water drunk straight from a brook, without the Intervening aid -of cup or glass. These also are the forester's advan tages. He may fry some brook trout or pickerel for breakfast, roast a 'piece of venison for lunch, and broil a rabbit or squirrel for supper. The writer has had bass, venison and partridge in one day, and all taken within a mile of camp. - This, it Is true, Is not the ordi nary camp fare; but a taste of game Is" not at all uncommon, and guns and rifles are almost a necessary part of an outfit. . PAINTING WITH SAND. WHERE 129,838 SOLDIERS FELL The Grea'eit B. t leSeld in History Is "Around Fredericksburg, va. " The greatest and most historical bat tlefield spot in the world is that in and around Fredericksburg, Va. A compara tively small territory in this region would tnkp in nlaces where were fougat tne great battles of Fredericksburg, Chan cellorsville, the Wilderness, Sportsylva- nia Court Couse, Laurel Hill, the Bloody Anele. Todd's Tavern and a half dozen smaller but hardly less bloody struggles, More-than 500,000. troops were engaged in these battles. The total losses in kill ed and wounded at these battles were 129,838, besides an immense number of deaths from disease. In the official data niwt hv Col "Fred Phisterer. in his statistical record, the figures ot the losses at Fredericksburg and other important hattioo in the vicinity are given as fol lows: Fredericksburg, Dec. 13, 152 Union loss, 12,353; Confederate loss. 4, 576: Chancellorsville, Union loss, io,uou rnfpderate. 12.281: "Wilderness, union. 37 727: Confederate. 11.41HJ; Swotcsyiva , ----- UI,i nia Court House, inciuaing iaurei nm, h. Ttlnodv Ancle and iy river, uuiou loss, 26,461; Confederate, ,uw. ine general officers killed in tneae engage ments were: Union, Ma j. . Gens. John strwirk. Hiram. G. Berry and Amiel w Whinnlp. Kreyet Rial, liens. James s Wadaworth and Alexander Hays, Rons, (iporee D. Bayard, Conrad - ..... . w .TnMrsnn. Kdmund Kirov, jaines j, Rice and Thomas G. Stevenson; Con tArnto. officers of prominence killed were Lieut. Gen. Thomas 4. Jackson no- fJons. Thomas It. It. Cobb. Junius rtaniel. Abener Perrin. Maxey Gregg, B. v PaTton. J. M. Jones. Leroy A. Staf ford and Micah Jenkins. W. S. O'Brien, of McGregor, Iowa, has invented a new form of decoration, . which he calls sand mixing or painting. In the vicinity are different colored sands, which he has collected and ar ranged In jars, forming neutral pic tures. . Some of the jars contain as many as four different tints, which are placed In layers, in curves and other forms, to represent rock formations, glaciers and landscapes. One of the jars has a bor der of three different colors, and in the center Js a realistic view of a prairie, with a background of mountains, the tops of which are covered with snow. The sand is placed in the jars in a lose, dry state, and the work of packing some of the jars occupied many hours of Mr. O'Brien's leisure, xney mo packed in quart and pint jars, and one of the photographs reproduced shows a series of borderings which comprises twenty-five different designs ana a score of different colors. His Rebuke. Years ago at a great university in Massachusetts there was a distmguisn ed professor whose loo.o did not corre spond to the sweetness ana power ut his mind. His face was one of the sort that suggests nicknames, and his way of walking and talkng were easily tnrned to caricature. One of his students vwas a clever mimic. He took off tne aroiienes oi an members of the faculty to the delight of Ids fellow students, and this profes-. Bor came In for his share of ridicule. It happened that once when tne. mimic was amusing some of his classmates with imitations of Prof. . one of the audience was a tactless telltale, w-no boarded at the professor's house. Of course he told the good old gentleman that he had been the object of irrever ent ridicule. The next day the professor caiiea nis mimic to his desk after class, and said, quietly: Mr. Harrison. I nnaerstana uii juu have been having some fun at my ex pense. I realize that I lend myself to caricature, and I do not mind your amusing yourself and others by taxing off my peculiarities. All I suggest is that In the future you be careful to choose for your audience men or tact and good sense." Interesting to Plng-Pon PJayera. An enthusiastic ping-pong player has discovered an ingenious method of re- ernrinz damased balls. The celluloid balls commonly used are often bulged in and then thrown away as useless, in stead of throwing them away they .hnnU dipped into very hot water, when the bulge will Immediately dis appear and the ball can be returned to nlav as EOOd as ever, ll is not necessary to. immerse the whole ball. ; It is su ficient if the bulged part be dipped, and this can be done without scalding the fingers- Lobsters Which Have Names. "Yes, sir," said a Philadelphia fish dealer to a pressman, -neany evei lobster has a name on bim-his own name, I suppose." Then he proceeaea to show the newspaper man vuai c meant. He took a live loDster rrom a heap on the marble slab. "This one's name is Joe," he said, alter ne uau in spected one of the lobster's legs. "Now you can find it for yourseir. The customer took the lobster ginger ly by the body, where it could not reach his hand with its nippers, lumuig ti on its back, so that the brown legs flopped backward, a smooth streak half an inch long and nearly as -wide was disclosed. In this streak, like a mo ai were short lines, as if some one hart nrlnted with indelible' brown ink1 the characters "JOE." " V "Some lobsters are named Jim' the dealer said, "and some Jack, others John, and I once clearly made out the name Julia." , A married man's idea of home com-, forts la a shirt that is not made, at home. Many a man who is capable of giv ing good advice isn't capable of earn. ing his salt. -'