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with Hastings, as you know, and after lunch we had a game of billiards, and theiKwent into the stables to look at the horses. And such horses, too! Well, af ter we had left the stable and chatted a bit, he ordered the chestnuts round, and we started to come over here. How those horses did fret, and prance, and rear! But he took It as coolly as possible, and soothed and quieted them, until they went off like lambs. They continued very quiet for about a mile, when we came to a gate where a girl was standing, and then they shied mid reared again, until I thought they would have upset os In the ditch. But Hastings was not a bit disconcerted; he held the reins with one hand, and with the other took off his hat to the girl as If she had been an empress. She was so graceful, and had such lovely eyes'. I was anxious to know who she could be, and asked him. Guess, Flo, who it was." "How should I know?" answered his kAJ4As NLY A FARMER'S DAUGHTER. JMW. FORRESTER. CHAPTER II.-Centidued.) . J her "Yerv well. then. I went over to luncn to How pTovoking you ( sister, pettishly, are!" "Well, then, It was our cousin, Miss Eyre; and I can tell you sue is notmng to be ashamed of, either. I could see how much he admired her, and was just going to tell him of our connection with her when the chestnuts, bolted, and, by the time he got then in hand again, it had gone ont of y mind. However, the Information will keel till another time." "Reginald," cried his sister, white to the lips with rage, "you will not dare to tell him that low-born girl is related- to us? you will not dare?" "Reginald know,s better than to do any thing so foolish," interrupted Mrs. Cham pion. "But In case you should be tempt ed to do so," she added, turning to her son, "remember that Bot a tithe of that five hundred pounds I promised you for your last season's debts shall pass into your hands." "Oh! very well, that's enough," re sponded Reginald, sulkily. "But I can tell you one thing, Flo I believe he's tre mendously cut with that girl, and that he's gone oil after her now." And having uttered this remark with the amiable Intention of annoying his sis ter, he proceeded to quit the room. "I think Reginald gets more unbeara ble every day, exclaimed flora, an grily. "Twenty-one Is not generally a very agreeable age in a young man," remarked her mother. And so the fates conspired to keep a secret from Errol Hastings, which, as it turned out, was very Important he shoald know. He called at Hurst Manor the day af ter Reginald lunched with him, and ac cepted Mrs. Champion's lnvitatiou to stay and dine. "Mrs. Champion," he said, as they sat together In the drawing room, "I am go ing to beg a favor of you and Miss Cham' ninn " "I am sure we shall be but too happy to grant it, if It is In our power," she re- turned, smiling. I think of giving a ball at the Court, Mr, Hastings continued, "and befere I issue my favitations I want to secure the promise of your presence and co-operation." "A ball at the Court; that will be charming!" exclaimed Miss Champion, with unusual animation. "Bachelors al ways giv-e such charming parties; besides, which, it will gratify my long-felt desire to go over your house." "If you really have any curiosity to see my domaia. I trust you will not wait for the ball. fhy not ride over this after noon befere dinner? Your brother, I have no doubt, will accompany us." Miss Champion looked at her mother in a dutiful interrogative manner, and Mrs. Champion replied immediately: "Certainly, my love, If you persuade Reginald. You look a little pale a ride will do all the good in the world." Reginald being agreeable, the horses were ordered round, and Miss Champion left the room to equip. "Apropos of the ball," said Errol, "I am expecting an influx of visitors to the Court, and I shall beg of your charity to come and help me to entertain them. Sir Clayton and Lady Grace Farquhar are coming for a fortnight, until their place at Emlon Vale Is ready, and she has premised to play hostess for the oc casion. Lady St. Ego and her daughters will come up from Hertfordshire. Mr. and Mrs. Rivers, Lady Marion Alton and her niece, and several bachelor friends, so I shall need some assistance in my novel part of host." "When is the ball to take place?" In quired Mrs. Champion. "I hardly think I am justified in digni fying my gatnerlng by the name of a ball; but I mean to invite every one round for twelve miles; and as this Is such a very quiet time of the year, I do not ap prehend many disappointments. Indeed, I only Intend giving ten days' notice." . "That will be quite enough," Mrs Champion agreed; "no one thinks of giv ing parties in the country at this time of year, and a ball will be quite a boon to the young people. I prophesy your entertainment will be a great success. "I hope so," said Mr. Hastings. "I as sure you I "shall spare ne pains to make everything go off well. Flora came In at this Juncture, lookiig very handsome In her perfectly fitting habit, and they all walked out of the window to the homes, which were wait ing at the door. He placed her in the saddle, mounted himself, and bidding au revoir to Mrs. Champion, they started for their ride. , Reginald usurped the greater part of the conversation on the way, much to his sister's annoyance, but she had no intention'of betraying any ill-humor be fore Mr. Hastings. When they arrived at H.ixell Court they dismounted, sent tbe horses to the stables, and proceeded to explore the bouse. Miss Champion not only expressed herself, but was in real- ltv. delighted with everything she saw. Flora was rather silent as she rode home. Bhe was thinking how pleasant it would be to be she wife of a man like Errol Hastings, asd the mistress of place like Hasell Court He was speak ing to ber ia low, earnest tones; and as he passed the Farm did not turn to look for Winifred. And Winifred, sitting under her favorite elump of beeches. book tn hand, looked with wistful eyes after them; and when he had passed eut of sight, without once turning to look for her, she hid her face in her hands and cried bitterly. CH AFTER III. Toor Winifred'. It was only the day before that Irrol Hastings bil sat with hj--X1.4.Ai.i.441w' under those very beeches tni talked her In the low, fascinating tones pe- culiar to him when aaaress.ng - And she had fancied she reaa.ovenu..!.-, , one thing deep blue eyes. They had met more than once since the adventure In the wood, and he had always stopped to speak to her. And the previous day, as she had been sitting reading in the garden, Bhe had heard the prancing hoofs, and, look ing up, had seen him pull up his fiery chestnuts, which had frightened her so an hour before in the lane, and, throwing tho reins to the groorfi, jump down and enter the little gate. Winifred's heart beat fast as she saw Mr. Hastings coming np the garden to ward her. , "I have come to call oa Mr. Byre is he at home?" Errol asked. "No," replied Winifred; "he has been out since two o'clock, and I do not ex pect him until the evening." "I am sorry," Errol had answered, look inr in w face, as he always did now; knn "but If yon will allow me to make his Wnra to-dav an excuse for calling again, I shall not regret It too mucn. "Can I Bay anyinmg to uuu iur "I am afra;d not," Mr. Hastings saiu, .viiinff- "It U on a nnestlnn or a new method of fanning, which I fear is too abstruse, for me to discuss with you. But I am interrupting your reading Is your book very engrossing?" And as he spoke he glanced at the cover of the book and observed with some surprise that it was an old French romance. "Will you let me send yon some dooks to read?" Errol asked, gently. "I make a point of collecting all the best works, both foreign and Knglisn, ana it woma be such a pleasure to me to think some one besides myself would take an in terest in reading them. "Oh, how kind you are!" exclaimed Winifred, eagerly, blushing with delight; "it would be.snch-a treat to have some thing new to read." "What shall it be?" asked Mr. Hast ings "history, novels, poetry, or theol ogy? When you read Tennyson, look for my favorite poem, 'Oenone;' I am sure you will agree with me in admiring that. Do you sometimes indulge iu romance, Miss Eyre?" "Sometimes," laughed Winifred. "Do you?" ' "Yes," said Errol. "I must plead guil ty, although I am long past the age when tiint vrmthful foible is permissible. But when I am alone I like to sit and look at a beautiful landscape, until my very nower of vision is absorbed in thought; and I like to go back centuries, and live in the past ages, that from fheir wide distance from us seem golden. Do you ever fancy you would like to have been one of the celebrities of the olden times? I should like to have been Alexander, and conouered the world; or a Leonldasj dy- . . . . .1- I L...1.1... ... ..nn..n-...t nl gloriously 111 uuiur i ""' hero, like Alcihiades; an emperor, lik.i Caesar; a Mark Antony, beloved by Cleopatra; or a Launcelot, if you might have been Guinevere. His voice had dropped while he was speaking, and as he uttered the last sen tence in a low, thrilliag whisper, his eyes sought hers with a passlouato ex pression of admiration. Winifred colored deeply, and the tone of her voice was haughty as she made answer, looking far away into the woods: "I would not have been Guinevere to the noblest Launcelot who ever breathed. Had I been chosen by such a godlike knight as King Arthur, I think I could have appreciated him too well to requite his love with falseness." "I beg your pardon, I ought to nave remembered; but for the moment I did not think of her falseness, I only recol lected that she was beautiful and charm ing." Errol had never once taken his eyes off Winifred's face while he had Deen speak ing. And as he watched her, he thought that of all the women he had ever known. none had such a sweet grace or womanli ness as this one. He rose suddenly to flee the temptation. l'ardon my intrusion. Miss Kyre; i have detained you already too long." And Errol Hastings held out his hand to her. She put her own timidly into it, and he clasped It for a moment with a strong, passionate clasp, looking into ber eyes the while with a look mat brought the blood rushing to ner lace. Then he turned slowly, and went back to his phaeton, her eyes looking dreamily Into the distance. Her reverie was di verted by seeing a young farmer, Mr. Tom Fenner, sauntering leisurely down the road, hitting off the tops of the grass viciously with his stick. She had seen him pass before, when she was talking with Mr. Hastings, and his presence an noyed her. He came deliberately In t the garden gate, and walked up to where she sat "Good afternoon. Miss Eyre," he said. putting out his great coarse hand to her. I suppose I may come in now you are disengaged?" Winifred was compelled to give him ner hand, sorely as it chafed her that bis coarse, heavy touch should brush off the tender clasp of Mr. Hastings' nine nn gers. Certainly you may come in," she an swered, coldly; "yon might have done so when yon pleased before. I was not par ticularly engaged." Oh! you did see me, then? I thought you were too much occupied with your fine new friend to look at me. Winifred was beginning to get angry; this man had never presumed to use such a tone to her before. "Do you want to see my father?" she asked abruptly. "Xo, I don't; I left hira not an hour ago in the turnip field I want to see you." . "Oh, very well," remarked Winifred; "but please let me know at once what yon want of me, it Is time to go in and see about the tea. "Oh, you weren't in such a harry Just sow, when you had that puppy of a Hastings here," said Mr. Fenner, wrath fully. Winifred rose like a vounr Juno, with such an imperial air of amased indigna tioa that her companion quailed. "Mr. Fenner," she said "have yon any idea of what yon are talking about? "Look here. Miss Winifred!" ottered Fenner, with great earnestness "it's no ase your pretending not to understand me, because yon can't hare mistaken my meaning this last month. I've loved yon for this year back. And so to-day, tn the turnip field, I spoke to Mr. Eyre, and he said he had no objection, provided jron liked me, and ft that, for you bo- ...... been ,"'.') in your ways to me, which you wo"' have been if you hadn't meant as I aid. "How dare you aay I know what you meant or gave you encouragement!" sue exclaimed, passionately. - "Because you did!" he returned, witn temper. "If you didn't mean anything by your smiles, and tricks, and ways, you must be as false as fair." "Enough of this!" cried Winifred, Impe riously, "understand, once for all, that I never had and never shall have, the re motest feeling of love for you; and If you wish me to entertain the slightest regard for you, you will never again adopt Such a tone to" me as you have done to-day." "So," he said, in an insolent tone, "you could be all very well to Tom Fenner, the farmer, until your fine new lover came along; but you must turn high and mighty . ,pen witb a Lo,ldoa Miss Winifred," he added, with an in sulting air that was indescribable, "Hast ings of Hazel Court don't mate with farmers' daughters." "'nn insolent, mean-solrited coward. she cried, stamping her foot; "ley e this place immediately, -and never presume to enter it aguiu!" and she turned into the house and shut the door. ' Then she ran . . , 1.1 ! (lAPDulf sin to ner room anu. luruwiug nm her knees by her bedside, sue souoeu cried passionately. At Inst she rose and went to her piano. She sat there until it grew quite dark, singiug low, sweet songs to herself, un til at last the cloud was chased away from her face, aud bright thoughts be- van tn brln smiles in nluce of tears, "He must care a little ror me, sue thought, "or he would not have held my baud so loug, and looked into my face as ne aiu. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupt ed by ring at the bell, and she paused in her playing. Some books for Miss Eyre, with air. Hastings' compliments." said a man I voice, to the servant who answered the door. When It was closed again she jumped up and called: , "Elizabeth!" "Yes, miss." "Give them to me, and bring the lamp, please." And she began with eager delight to examine the handsomely bound volumes. It- was a happy evening; her new occu pation chased all unpleasant memories away, and when she went to bed she had even forgotten the existence of Mr. Fen ner. But the next day. poor Winifred was plunged Into the depths of sadness again, for Mr. Hastings'passed, bending over his ( saddle to talk to tier stuiciy cousin, huu had never once turned to look for her. (Vo be continued.) THE PASSPORT IN RUSSIA. You Cannot Move Abont the Country Without the Document. The (rain slows down as it crosses the frontier, and creeps gently up to the platform of the first station ou Rus sian soli. Furtively peeping out of the window, you behold a number of stalwart men uniformed In the Russian style, and-wearlng the peculiarly Rus- siau top boots. The polite conductor conies to the compartment and bids you M the passport ready. After a few minutes of waiting, during which anx- 1. ty is not dlmlnishedr'an officer In 'smart gray-blue uniform comes along, atteuded by a soldier with a wallet Ha demands the precious document, and, noting Its foreign origin, casts upon its possessor a keen, senrcmng ginnce. Then he looks for the nil-Important visa or indorsement of tbe Russian official , tbe country of issue; and on finding It He passes coldly on without a word. All this is very formal and Impressive; you feel as a prisoner feels when the hain of evidence is tightening around him; your thoughts wander back to the past, and you wonder whether any in- Lcretlon of your Insignificant youth may not now be brought up In testl- mony against you. I The utmost enre Is taken In the study nnd registration of these documents; .isn nusulnn ninst itnve bis nnssnort: every foreigner entering or leaving the nine linve It ten. Whether na- . . 1 live or alien, you canno move auvui the country without the document; wlien you arrive m a town it uiusi uo subinlttea to tue iochi nonce wwsu yuu leave that town tbe police must Indorse tbe passport with their sanction to th ln,i,nn Thp SVHtpm V VPS the 11 lUllOn. ties the firmest hold ovt?r tbe people; and wise Is the stranger who complies carefully with every part of the fornial- Itv. Chambers' Journal. DREADS FIRST INHALATION. . im A Clicarette Victim I'ecrlDe i nccts r....rf Kw h Hah t. "Sometimes I wonder If all cigarette1 smokers have the same symptoms aa myself." said a rather robust young man. according to the Philadelphia Record. "I put off the lighting of my first cigarette to as late au hour In the day as possible; often It is evening lie- fore 1 begin to smoke. And this I do because I dread the day's first inl,ala- turn. For that Introductory whiff, go- Ing down Into my lungs, gives me an instant and unbearable sensation of un- happiness nnd of weakness almost of collapse. Soon It pases away, but it Is horrible v. bile it lusts, and day after day it must be endured before I get properly, so to speak, into my smoking harness. "Another thing I suffer from is a cold perspiration of the palms of my ffands, a sure sign that I am exceeding my temperate allowance of eight cigarettes daily. "At times I give up smoking for week or two. My appetite then be ronies immense. I can eat a square meal every three hours, and In one week, without smoking, I have often gained as much as eight pounds. My spirits, too, get very high when I don't smoke. I want to take lots of exercise, and I feel extremely happy aud Inuus trioux. Rut it Is impossible for me to give up cigarettes altogether, though I have no doubt that they do me a great deal of harm.1 Recalar Thine Now. Stranger (In Pacific coast photograph prlleryV-Why have you got this euor tuous stuffed fish banging here? Photographer That Is for tbe use of persous who wish to send to their friends in the East a picture of the S.V)-pound sea bass they have just caught witb a hook and line. Chicago Ttibuue. Gaiety la not proof that the heart Is at ease, for often In the midst of laughter '.be heart la sad. De Ueulir JTmrt "in a iTr 54 IMI I lAIMl Z rKt-irr ATrrrvM . rA m aa ;fi i i ii Hlirh lift vmir children fLSZxfT I - Jft VfJ?'- JPJL,r JUL I thtlr young eyes behold A dying army umrthlng, tliue-beaten, spent sud old. . - As they toll by, as tattered as the banners ttant tliey wave. gee the worn hunds saluting! Lo! They sa lute the gravel High lift your children, mothers! Let their vnuug voices cheer The brave old hearts that Blowly draw on and disappear Thin ranks that front the shadows, ranks niust'rlng ont so fast, Tis a phantom army that solemnly drifts past. A fading army marching with weak and - fult'rlng tread But priwlng all around it there throng the niiuhty dead! Aye, brlulit and splendid spirits! Their battle lines are drawn, And Comrade waits fur Comrade beside the gates of dawu.' J. W. MOLLEtt. RIGHT ABOUT FACE! MIS. ADSI '-It KRAAL. TTn .We comet old Woddy with his ' . , . .... drug store, boys; lets uave " of "i" on their way h08 school, with nob? Jests, sur- rounde(1 an 0a nian who waa limping ajong wtn a basket on his arm. He turned a curiously vacant looking, yet tnrillng face on the boys, and stopped. "Hello, Waddy! what ge-rate, ga-rand -edWy. haveou got . d(m.t you iWaer son)e of tUat . - d cure yer.elf, you old quack you?" were some of their questions. h waited patiently un mere ramn " lull in the storm, then began: Here, young gentlemen, is tttat moat woMerful t; 'o ' ,eur, ., ,.0i giTe ui a rert we've heard all tnat before; haven't you anything else?" "And here are the miraculous necinc Pad. By tlieir use paralytica are curea, cluD reel straigmeiiea , "Well. Il- won t Uk. m ay to- "J " , your won- derful exhibitions of ventriloquism and th.n APf. . iiK'"'and the poor, simple 0id man tried to do as they asked, and u,-hn he had ceased the curious gutteral sounds and shrill calls, he accepted their ooisierous huilu.o ... .l.Ani. tnr hnnpttt unnlanse, - tbey crie(Ji and Bettlng ' . . b . fit h bpan hoDning brisk- . around on the ground. The wina cat r,p(i wv bis nat ana Diew nis 101m beard about his face, but he was In- terested and did not pause. let s aance lOO, " Crieu Hie uu,, nuu irj eaoerlng around, bumping against the old man and each other with such force that three of them were knocked down and fell In a heap on the basket. There was a sound of smashing glass and loud hur rahs from the rolling, struggling boys. "O. vou have broken my bottles and ' sullied my precious medicines; even my V-..t.At I. ...Innrl " aatrl tha rnnP nM fpl r low. HUU lie unnu. in u line a iuiu. "Ho, he's blubberln like a baby. I'd be ashamed." said some of the boys. A .. . M kAm I n 1. rl a.liam.il r,t fhpin- 8round tne came Herbert Page, one of the tall high gchool boys. He stopped at sight of the crowd and seeing his own brother Char- lie there, asked: "What's the trouble, youngsters f "O. nothing, only M Waddy a baske m dance V Jig" and fell on It," said , anotheri , , ..y.' t think I understand, nere, Mr. Wadsworth, let me see your basket. How many bottles were broken? Four? Worth two dollars, eh? Weil, you young sters can raise two dollars to pay for your mischief, I guess. Tay old simple-minded Waddy! I guess not." "Mr. Wadsworth, indeed," aid one boy, scornfully. When Herbert had prereeo tne Into shape and placed the "Electric Pada" In it be said, "I've only a ha r dollar with me. Will it pay for tnarne s share in this mischief?" The old man took it tbanktuliy, ana went away with a sad face.. The boys were very quiet as nerurn looked soberly at them. They began to see that they had been rude and thought- lee. Do you know who that poor old man is?" asked Herbert. . . "Why. Old Waddy. of course; ne s simple minded. I've known him an my life." "He is Barton Wadsworth, a veteran cnlillor and at nuitTiburc he received thp ininrip. th.t , him what he ia now. He jets a rmall pension, but It will hardly keep hira in the plainest ioon w clothing, and keep a shelter over him, so he tries to earn a little money by selling those medicines you boys have destroyed. I noticed some of you fellowa taking part in the exercbee on Decoration Day with great enthusiasm. Now It strikes me that there would be as much patriottam in showing honor and respect to living soldiers as to dead ones, and I'm perfect ly sure that I would as soon die for my country as to have my mind o Injured that every boy I met would make fun of me." Then Herbert went on and left a thoughtful group of boys Instead of the noisy, heedless crowd he bad found. a rrv aptuc rnni tn i in . JrLf l T I II I Ml Wf 1 1 i ii ii iii in i ii "I say, fellows." said one lad, looking up from the hole he had been digging with his toes. "Old Wa Mr. Wads- worth, I mean does show signs of hav ing been a gentleman once. Ever notice how neat and clean his hands and clothes always are?" "Yes". said Charlie Fage, "and he never forgets to lift his hat when he meets a lady he knows, mother says." "Let a pay him for those Dottles we smashed," said another. The old fellow waa as grateful when the'boys went to his poor room to pay what they owed as if tbey had made hira a magnificent present. They had had a taste of doing right and relished it. It was "About face," with a right good will. Instead of fol lowing him with jests and ridicule and making a joke of his infirmities of mind and body, they took pains to treat him with respect and kindness. After a while some of the fathers of these boys began to notice the great change In their treatment of the old man, and then to feel an Interest in him them selves. Then the necessary steps were taken to procure for him an increase of the pension, and now he no longer carries a basket of medicine to sell, and he would almost lay down hia life to aerve one of those boys. Normal Instructor. Memorial Day. Gathered once more In the "City of Si lence," Comrades, and friends, with our flags and bright flowers, Pncovered brads, as a token of homage. Honor we give these dead heroes of ours. Heroes, who fought on the land, or the water, Soldiers, who came at their country's first rail. Shoulder tn shoulder, they marched to the conflict, Leaving their loved ones, thtlr homes and their all. Tears "have passed by since the soldiers from battle Marched to their homes, with the flags floating gay. Once more they meet, In the "City of 81 lence," Sadly, to keep a Memorial Day. Year after year, as our country grows ' older. Stronger their love for tbe Red, White and Blue, e Deeper the feeling of appreciation For our brave soldiers, so loyal and true. Comrades are gone, who were with us last May time, Taps sounded call, for tbe last bivouac, Over tbe river our soldiers are gathered. Bare Into camp, out tuey may uot come Daca. Though the Grand Army may lessen In numbers. Footsteps may falter and vet'rans grow Homage Is theirs from a thrice grateful Nation Lovingly keening Memorial Day, Margaret Darling, lu bea Moines News. When Antletam Was Red with Blood. Doubly sacred to the hearts of many western families are the waters of An tietam, because those waters were crim soned by th blood of fathers, brothers, husbands and sons during one of the most sanguinary battles of the Civil War. The sketches herewith given will be of special Interest to the veteran of the Eighth Illinois cavalry, the First Sec ond, Third, Kourth, Fifth, Sixteenth, Sermteenth, Twentieth and Twenty fouKh Michigan Infantry; the Seventh, Fourteenth, Nineteenth and Twentieth Indiana volunteers, and the Second, Third, Sixth and Seventh Wisconsin vol unteer infantry, for they were all most terribly mixed up In the many bloody en counters of the 10th and 17th of Septem ber, 1802, along the Antletam from Ha gerstown to Sharpsburg. God alone knows who owned the good right arm, that was found In the corn field, but it probably belonged to one of Gen. Sedgwick's commands, who made their famous charge through the cornfield Just north and east of the historic Dun ker Church, for It was plowed up In this field five years after tbe battle, and has been since that time- In the office of Drs. D. Fahrney and son of Hagerstown, Md. Its wonderful state of preservation can not be accounted for as a chemical analy sis of the soil In which It was found shows ne preserving or mummifying qualities. The old mill and falls near the stone bridge was the scene of a bloody conflict between the Federal, who were defend ing Hagerstown, and the Confederates, who were endeavoring to gain possession of the town. It Is said tbe slaughter of horse and men was eneh at this cavalry fight that the Antletam ran blood for severe! hoars below these falls. The ground In this locality, especially along the banks oX the stream, la almost solid mothers! Let 1 : ... . t J I 1. U A j I LKI Jril Jvj Ath iao. " i 1 r r rock, and the blood ran rapidly Into the creek. There la a gentleman In Chicago hav ing an office in the Board of Trade build ing, who was a major in the Federal army and provost marshal of Hagers- town at that time, Just over the hill back of the little brick house Is a female academy, from the balcony of which the Confederate sharpshooters were firing upon the Union officers down In the city, and there are to this day many musket balls bedded in the walls around the public square at the crossing of Washington and Potomac streets. The Eighth Illinois cavalry was en gaged in these skirmishes, and many members of that organization, which was under command of Col. W. Gamble, will call to mind the hot time in that old town. Civil War Desertion. The actual number of desertions from the United States army during the late Civil War 1b unknown, but it has been estimated by the record and pension of fice, from the best data obtainable, that the number of actual deserters at large at the close of the warf(making due al lowance for those incorrectly reported as deserters) was 117,247. Many charges of desertion have been removed by the WTar Department on the ground of manifest error In the record under the acts of July 6, 1884; .May 17, 1886, and March 2, 1889, and the acts ameudatory thereof. No record has been kept showing the number of cases In which the charge of desertion has been removed by the War Department, and it would be Impossible to determine that number, even approximately, without ex amining the recorda of the department from the war period to the present time. Origin of Memorial Day In South. An association known as the Ladles' Aid Society was organized In 18U1 for looking after soldiers who died in Colum bus hospitals. They were burled under the direction of these ladlea, who there after took charge of these graves, making it a practice to go In a body to care for and beautify them with plants and flow ers. Upon the occasion of one of these visits, In January, 1806, Miss LItsle Rutherford, a member of the society, made the suggestion that a specified day should be adopted upon which a memo rial service should be held for the pur pose of decorating the Confederate graves annually. The proposition met at once with the greatest favor, and a let ter waa addressed to each of the chapters In other cities and towns suggesting sim ilar action on their part. These letters were written In March, 18(10, and from their publication resulted the observance of April 20 aa Memorial day for the Confederate dead In several Southern Statea. Mrs. V. "Jeff erson Da vis In Woman's Home Companion. A Flng Day. Weave yonr garlands bright Before the May-time closes; Pansles blue and white And blushing buds of rosea. Blue snd white and red. The lonely graves they'll cover; And o'er each grassy bed . The stars and stripes shall hover. Let this work be wrought Before the Mar-time closes. And bring your loving thought. More precious than the roses. In Rattle with the Merrlmao. Soldiers of the Twentieth Indiana in fantry were once a thorn in tbe flesh of the Confederates on the Merrlmac. They passed a winter at Fort Monroe. They also encamped at Newport News, where they were at the time the Merrlmac fought the Congress. The Confederates wanted to take possession of the Con gress, but the Hooslers deployed on the beach in face of s hostile fire and pre vented the enemy from gaining the price. In May of 1862 they went over to Nor folk. Let No Soldier Be Ferf often. The significance of the day should Inspire every veteran soldier and sailor to pay homage to the valorous deeds of their eon) rides of 1808. The annals of our country hsve been made glorious by tbe noble and heroic sacrlflcea of her eons. It is our dnty to keep ever present In our memories the historic deeds of the patriotic dead oar country's drsd. Manicure parlors and Turkish baths for dogs have been established in -New York. A great many people In that city are beginning to suspect that It la aa lucky U be born a human being. GEO. P. CROVELL, iSuccewor to E. L. Smith, Oldest Established House to the valley. DEALER IN Dry Goods, Groceries, Boots and Shoes, - Hardware, Flour and Feed, etc. This old-established house will con tinue to pay cash for all its goods; it pays no rent: it employe a cierk, but does not have to divide with a partner. All dividends are made witb customers in the way of reasonable prices. Lumber Wood, Posts, Etc. Davenport Bros. Lumber Co. f Have opened an office in Hood River. Call and get prices and leave ordors, which will be promptly filled. THE GLACIER Published Every Thursday $1.60 A YEAR. Advertising, 50 cents per inch, single column, per month; ono-half inch or l. cents. Kcauing notices, o cenw a line each insertion. THE GLACIER prints all the local news fit to print. When you see it in THE GLACIER you may know that others see it. STEAMERS REGULATOR and DALLES CITY Between Portland and The Dalles daily except Sunday. Pailv round trip to Cascade Locs, affording the visitors a fine opportunity to view the scenery. Leaves The Dalles 7 a. m. j arrive at Portland 4 p. m. Leave Portland 7 a. m. j arrive at The Dalles 5 p. m. Leave Hood River, down, 8 :30 a. m. Arrive Hood Kiver, up, 3:30 p. m. 11. C. CAMPRKLL, General Manager. OREGON SilOJT LINE and union Pacific If Hif . TTWE SCHEDULES ..,, D"1T Portlind. Or. aaaira Chicago Salt Mke, Denver, 4:30 p.m. Portland Ft. 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