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- ... rnwATTTt; TtTTPfTOTf COUNTY. OREGON, TUESDAY, MAY 27, 1902. VOL. III. NO. 5.
SXT'tU Consolidated Feb., 1899. COBYALLIS, BENTON CUUJsl. u , . , . - .
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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. -'