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THE FREEMAN. fie li the freeman whom tbe truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There’s not a chain That hellish foes confederate for bls harm Can wind around him, but be casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into tbe varied field Of Nature, and though poor perhaps com pared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all bls own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And tbe resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an uupresumptuous eye, And smiling say—my Father made them all! —William Cowper. • » Î THE TRUMPET CALL • * • HERE was something worse than weeping and walling among the Pink dragoons when It became known that their pet squadron been gobbled tip by the enemy and seut off to languish lit the retirement of the racecourse at Pretoria. Even their old rivals, the Tyrone fusiliers, with whom they had met and fought In all parts of the world with belts and fists, had noth ing but pity for them, and delicately forbore to make any remarks upon the news. Since they were under orders for the Cape the Tyrone fusiliers were on their best behavior, and the Pink dragoons at the depot felt too low and depressed even to desire a farewell tight with the Irishmen. So they chummed Instead. For the first time In the history of tbe British army Pink dragoons and Tyrone fusi liers were seen walking together, drink ing together and smoking each other's tobacco. Some of them even walked out with the same girl, and proud were the damsels who walked out escorted by a fusilier and a dragoon, thus form ing a link, as it were, 'twixt two gal lant regiments which had been at en mity since the days of Wellington. No man coub rightly trace the cause of the quarrel between them. One his torian claimed that at the battle of Wa terloo the fusiliers had peppered the dragoons under tbe mistaken Impres sion that they were French cavalry, thus adding injury to Insult. Another authority held that the trouble arose between the regiments during the pen insular war, when, after the tierce bat tle of Albuera, the fusiliers had come up for their share of some pipes of looted Valdepeñas wine to find that tbe l’lnk hussars had absorbed the last glassful and had tilled up the pipes with water. t Perhaps the truest story of the feud wiis that which told how, when quar tered in the same town, after the Crim ean war, tlie dragoons and fusiliers had intermarried freely, so that they hail become almost as one family. All bad gone well until the daughters of the fusiliers who had wedded dragoons be gan to patronize the daughters of dra goons who had married fusiliers refer ring to their husbands as "fut sojers.” Anyhow, all these wrongs were for gotten In the one great trouble which had befallen the Pinks. Sympathy found beer to drown sorrow, and no one rejoiced but the wives of the men who had been tunde prisoners. When the day of departure came for the fusiliers, the band of the Pinks played them down to the station. Then the dra goons hung on the footboards of the carriages to bld them a last farewell, and close-cropped bends were cuffed affectionately. “W’ll bring 'em back, dn’t you fear, an’ their 'oraes, too,” said the Tyrone fusiliers. "An' ould Kruger wld 'em," Inter posed a corporal on his own account. Although there was plenty of room In the special train, tbe Tyrone fusiliers preferred to travel fifteen In a com partment. as lsdng more sociable and convivial than the orthodox five a side. Bo the bugler had a compartment all to himself, and was spreadiug himself ac cordingly. "Don't you be nfrald, Danny,” he said to the trumpeter; "I’ll keep a good lookout for your chaps when we reach es pretorier, au' I'll see what I can do for ’em!” “Don't you be too sharp an' get a-cut- tlu' yerself. Bugler Simmons!” replied the trumpeter, with gentle sarcasm, "especially along o’ that new bay'nlt o’ yours, an' If you see my pertlekler friend. Corp'ral 'Awkey along o’ them prls'uers, give ’Im my love an' arsk 'Im if 'e likes Pretoria better'n Portland. All right, guv’nor- all right! Keep yer 'anda orf the army, cnru't yer. It's a lavin' Its precious lives for the likes o' you. ain't It?” These last remarks were addressed to the guard. "Don't forget them calls I taught yer!” cried the trumpeter to his depart ing friend. "Not ’arf!” shouted back the bugler | appreciatively. Then, having made a grimace at the guard, he pulled In Ills head and settled himself comfortably In the corner to start a tiny packet of particularly vil lainous cigarettes which had been pressed on him by a sympathetic friend as they marched oi t of the barracks. Beyond the trumpeter of the Pink dra ns. Bugler Simmons had had no friends to see him off. He had not missed this last tribute to the departing soldier, since throughout bls short life he had never enjoyed tbe privileges of relationship. He bad l»een an orphan at the tender age of 6 months, bad twen raised U> a T w >rkbouse school, and had drifted Into tbe army by reason of bis proficiency In sounding wind Instruments. On lady. Indeed, as tbe troops had marched down to tbe train, bad. much to bls Indignation, lifted him in her arms and kissed him. "Just as if I was a bloomin’ baby!" he remarked scornfully to himself as he sat In tne corner putting bravely at bls cigarette; "wait till we comes across some o’ them Boers, that’s all!” • •••••••• Five weeks later the bad luck of the Pink dragoons fell upon tbe Tyrone fusiliers, and Bugler Simmons had bls first chance of tasting tbe stern reali ties of war to the uttermost dregs of tbe cup. Of course, it was nobody’s fault In particular, and everybody's fault tn general, and tbe fusiliers cursed noth ing but their own proverbial luck, when they found themselves at the nightfall of a day of battle cut off from the army and surrounded by an overwhelming force of Boers. They occupied the position of some strength, such as tbe Boers themselves love—a bowlder-strewn kopje, standing high above the surrounding plain. In the middle of the afternoon an order had come that they were to take the position. They had taken It, with a loss of over 100 men. had Later on a message hail come, saying: "Hold position until you are rein forced.” They had held the position with the loss of another hundred men against an overwhelming Boer attack, but tbe re inforcements had never arrived, and t. j cartridges were beginning to run short. Then, with twilight, the heavy tiring of cannon on the surrounding hills had died away. Tbe Are of their opponents, too. as the day drew to a livid streak of gray over the western mountains, had slack ened down to an occasional sniping shot Bugler Simmons had been very happy all the afternoon. He had found a snug corner between two large bowlders, oc cupied by a wounded Boer, one of the defenders of the hill who had been left behind In the tight. He had tied up the Boer's legs with tender fingers and an air of Importance which had brought a quiet smile to tlie bronzed face of his patient. “Now, I’m Just a-goln' to horror that there Mouser o’ yourn for a bit o’ shoot in!” he had remarked coolly when he had concluded the operation to his fan cy; “that is, If you don't mind me pot- tln’ at your pals,” he added with some diffidence. The Boer laughed. He was an Irish “Boer,” and, although a citizen of the Transvaal, had no great sympathy with his friends, who had left him so pre cipitately when the Tyrones had rushed tbe kopje at the point of the bayonet, "Never mind me. youngster,” he re plied as he slipped off his bandolier, which was well tilled with cartridges. "I'm only a prisoner of war.” "You talk Jolly good English for a Dutchy,” remarked Bugler Simmons, as the Boer showed him bow to load the strange weapon. “My father was Irish," answered the Boer. "Then you’re on the wrong side, cocky,” said Bugler Simmons with con viction. "1 sha’n’t be to-morrow morning" an swered the prisoner with grim mean ing. “You mean we shall all lie dead If those reinforcements don't eome up?” queried Bugler Simmons. His prisoner nodded. 'Looks like It. don't It?" remarked the boy cheerfully; “but we ain't dead yet, wot ho! We ain't got much money, but we do live!” he added, as be sighted and tired. “lilt anything?" asked the Boer with a laugh. “Kicks n bit!” suggested Bugler Sim mons, rubbing Ills shoulder. “She's a bit heavy for a young 'un like you," answered the Boer, as he slipped another cartridge Into the breech. “By the way, sonny,” he add ed. “how old are you?” "Fourteen last birthday,” replied Bugler Simmons promptly. "Too young for this business," mur mured the wounded man to himself. "Say. Dutchy,” said the bugler, "d’ye see that chap down there, crawling be hind that rock? Is he a pal o’ yours?" “I don’t think so," answered the Boer. "Why?” "'Cos I'm going to pot ’Im,” replied Bugler Simmons quickly, as he cuddled the stock of the rifle against the cheek which the lady had kissed, and sighted. The Boer lieliind the rock was aiming at a wounded British soldier who bail dropped in the rush for the kopje and was now trying to crawl to cover. There was a sharp report, as the whole of the bugler's little body twist ed with the recoil of the rifle, and the Boor behind the rock pitched forward on to his fnce. "Got ’Im!” said the small savage tri umphantly; "my, but that was a close shave for Private Jones!" He had certainly saved the wounded private’s life. “That was a clean shot, young ’un," said the Boer with approval “but you mustn't show your body like that when you fire, or you'll get plugged, as safe as eggs!” "Right, oh. Duchy!" acquiesced the delighted bugler. Then a thought struck him. "I say. would you like something to read?" he asked, thrusting liis smoke-fouled little paw Into the breast of his tunic. “'Ere's the ha' penny Journal wot I take In when I'm at home. It's six weeks old. but there's some proper reading In It; all about pirates and snakes and burled money. The worst of It Is that those chaps al ways knock off their stories In the most excitin' parts. Now. there's Jack Dash sway In that story, 'e's Just going to get uobbled by the pirates wot are com ing up the bill after him. and you gets so excited that It fairly makes you sick when It cuts off short Just as the pirate king comes up the bill with bls mouth full of knives an’ abiut three thousand pirates behind him.” Tbe Boer took the tattered dog's-ear ed paper, and a queer look came Into his eyes as he regarded this remark able youngster, who. In the very face of death, was more interested in the fate of a novelette hero than In his own. “I say, youngster.” he said; “why don't you clear out of this and get back to the army?” “Wot! an' leave our chaps be'lnd? Not me!" responded the bugler rather Indig nantly. “There will be about seven thousand men on to you by daybreak, and your general seems to have forgotten you. If you keep those two stars in a line with tbe top of yon mountain (teak, you will come to the horses of the commando which are surrounding us now. Why not take my hat and ruu down there, collar a horse and ride for reinforce ments. Your general has mislaid you. There are some good horses down there, too; some that we collared with a squadron of your dragoons." added the Boer. Then Bugler Simmons made no more demur. He sought his officer, who had been mourning him as dead, and laid a plan before him. Ills officer gave him his blessing and a compass, the face of which was painted with luminous paint, so that its points might lie read easily In darkness, and explained to him the probable position of the British forces. Half an hour later Bugler Simmons was crawling quietly among a dense crowd of Boer horses. Armed with a penknife, he cut hobble after hobble till, In the darkness, be came to a bri dled and saddled horse, who attempted to bite him affectionately. He felt the brute’s knees. There was no doubt about It. He had happened upon an old friend, Corporal Hawkey’s Ginger, late of the Pink dragoons, now serving In a Boer remount. For reasons best known to himself Ginger always tilt at a trumpeter, but lie allowed Simmons to climb on to bis back without resenting. Some Boers on the outside of the crowd of horses moved backward and forward suspiciously, and Bugler Sim mons lay low on Ginger’s neck as he inflated his lungs and placed his trum pet to liis lips. The Boers and the besieged on the hill above heard a sharp succession of cavalry calls sounding from the midst of the horses. They were answered by the tramp of disciplined hoofs as the horses of the squadron galloped toward tbe sound of the trumpet. In another second the whole mass of horses was In motion, surging round Ginger, on whose back lay Bugler Simmons, giving call after call, until he felt the troop horses re sponding, bringing their Boer brothers with them. “Forward!” “Charge!” The calls rang out In quick succes sion. Tbe dragoons’ horses set example, while the Boer steeds stampeded In sym pathy. Picket ropes and hobbles snap ped like pack threads and there was a thunder of hoofs on the plain. In vain the Boers shouted and tried to head them off. The mass had started, and from the center rang out the "Charge,” which kept the leaven In a state of wild excitement. In a few minutes Bugler Simmons was surrounded by a racing crowd of 800 horses, against which nothing could stand. They charged over a Boer encamp ment, and the twenty men who occu pied It were found the next day beaten to a pulp beneath the thundering hoofs. The pace slowed after six miles, when an English patrol hove In sight. The trumpet from the middle of the mob of horses sounded a signal of distress, and tlie patrol bore down. “Are you a circus?” called the officer In charge. He rode In and cut the bugler’s horse out of the snorting, stamping mob. "If yo : please. I've come for a little help for the Tyrone fusiliers.” answer ed Bugler Simmons faintly, but with a tone of rodent sarcasm. “You can tell those blooming reinforcements that we couldn't send cabs for them, but I've brought them a few horses!"—Pictorial Magazine. Herd Work st the Vatican. I met a prelate employed in the Vat ican the other day, and in the course of our conversation began to deplore my luird lot In having to stay In Rome dur ing the heat of tlie summer and work, says Pall Mall Gazette. “Oh, well.” lie said, "you are not worse than we are In the Vatican. Now that most of the employes are away we wlio are left have to work hard.” “Work!" 1 exclaimed. "Yes. walk In the Vatican gardens and count the grapes of the Pope's vineyard!” “Do you know that every evening the mall brings to the brouze doors of the Vatican an average of 20.000 letters nnd uewspapers. to say nothing of tele grams? All the letters have to be open ed. sorted and classified, while the newspapers are read and selections cut or extracts made during the night to he ready for perusal by the officers of state early next morning.” "And where d< es the Pope come In?" I Interrupted. "They say he works so hard?” "Much of this work Is submitted to him. and he should rend all the letters addressed Sanctltatl Su.ie I.eonl l'ai>ae NHL. fellciter reguantl.’ However, as the whole twenty four hours of the day would not lie enough for tbe pontiff to even glance over them, be only sees what Cardinal Ram polls thinks neces sary for his Inspection.” Catch as catch can la ths matrluie nlal motto of soma girls LIFE OF THE QUEEN. •••••••••••••••••••••••••J withstanding the resources of the royal kitchens and tbe well-laden table that her Majesty always likes to see before her, she sets an example of strict mod VICTORIA PLAINER THAN MANY eration, her own tastes in food being OF HER SUBJECTS. of the simplest. The Queen Is a great stickler for old-fashioned observances Pa and the Fortune Teller. at the royal table. In particular she In The Qneen of England Live» More Fru They bad a fair and Sosheyble in Out sists upon a plentiful supply of cold gally and Maintains a Greater Air viands on the royal sideboard, though church Tbursdy nite, and me aud Maw of Homeliness Atxiut Her Private she rarely takes anything cold. The aud paw Went. They was a bewtlfi« Nooms—Her Daily Labors. servants at Balmoral will never forget girl in a little tent in One corner tell one occasion when only the half of a lug forcbeus by Holdlug Your baud foi The home life of Queen Victoria has cold chicken graced the sideboard. The Fifty senta aud giving it to charity. ever been a subject of widespread In royal mistress noticed tlie state of af "Some way 1 don't Beleave mutch .a terest and sympathy. Her somewhat fairs on entering tbe room. Soon she such things,” paw Says. dull and monotonous childhood, her conveyed a bint to Princess Beatrice "Neither do 1,” maw told him, aftei Idyllic married life, her long widow and Lady Ely to both ask for cold she looked at the girl. The girl was hood and her peaceful but busy old age chicken, and asked for the same her Drest like a Glpsey queen aud Had have alike attracted both writers and self. Great was the consternation, and kind of coaxen Eyes, so pritty soon paw leaders on every hand. Perhaps the the Queen secretly enjoyed the scene, got to standing in frunt of the Tent and most remarkable feature In the Queen’s though the servants did not enjoy the Jiugellun bis munny. i career lias been the skill with which lecture they subsequently received "Come on," maw told him. “Let’s go she has contrived to maintain tbe from the master of the household. over where tbe fancy Work Is.” charm and simplicity of an old-fash In the afternoon Queen Victoria nev "Of course,” paw Says, "it's all rite ioned English home life notwithstand er fails to go for a long drive unless the as long as the munny Goes to Charity ing the pomp and ceremony which ne weather is exceptionally bad, for It is cessarily belong to court. This is large no small shower of rain that keeps her Enuy way.” "Well,” maw anserd, “You can give ly due to her early training. Tlie Indoors. Some of the ladies in waiting daughter of the Duke of Kent, a prluce are said to attribute their colds to this Your Munny to charity just as Easy of very limited Income, the young cause. Sometimes when the Queen by Getting sumttilug back for It. Or If Princess Victoria saw little of the lux goes for a long drive a tea basket is you Want to pay for a Forchen sposiug ury which Is commonly supposed to taken along, and tbe cup that cheers I have mine Told.” “Ob, they ain't Ennytblng In it,” paw abound In royal circles. Strict econo Is prepared in some quiet spot. A small my was the rule of her early home, portable table Is then placed In the car sr.ys. “Come on.” "So we began looking at the Fancy and tbe lesson has never been forgot riage and the kindly face of the mon Work and Pritty soon paw was Over at ten. arch beams with gratification as she Amid the costly magnificence which proceeds to pour out her favorite bever the tent kind of looking arouud Like if lie didn't Want Euuybuddy to notua characterizes the state apartments the age. It All at wuust maw looked up to see Queen's private rooms are always nota where He was, and when Paw saw her No Fixation in Space. ble for tlielr comfort and homeliness. The commou Idea as to tbe path of coming he started Baek Like if he In matters of dress, too, Queen Victoria Is far more economical than many of tbe earth being “fixed In space” Is Hadn't thot of Ennythiug but the Fan taken exception to by astronomers, on cy Work aud kind of whisselln soft. her middle-class subjects. A little while after that maw Got to talking to the preacher aud Paw stayed away, and in About a minute he Was at the Tent and the girl with tbe Coax en Eyes was Smiling Some more, only they was a Lady having her forchen told and paw had to Stand outside. 1 was bizzy Lissenen about the Tall dark man the Lady was going to Get mar ried to, aud tlie First thing I new paw Inuosuntly weut Over to tbe pop Corn booth. Maw was Coming again. Then we Got seats at the table and were Going to have supper, and About the time we started to Eat paw told us be Wasn't hungry, so he would look Around, and See If he couldn’t find a nice peace of fancy work or Sumtbing for maw. After I et my Ice cream I thought I would go over wliare the forehen teller was. and when 1 got thare a lady was Coming out of the tent aud paw Was Going iu. “May I read the handsome gentle man's Fewchur?” she ast him. “Yes,” paw says, “I guess I’ll let you try it. I bleave you're a Little Witch, enuy way.” Then the Girl smiled at paw, and paw Laft and ast her how mutch It 1 would be. “Fifty sents,” she says. “All for char ity. but if the kind, handsum gentleman gives a dollar and duzzent ast for change he gets his hand held Twice as Long.” “I'll take a Dollar's Wurth,” paw Bays, "and mebby if I like it I mite Help charity some more by Letting you Hold the other one a while.” By that time paw Sat Down with bis Back tords tlie Flap of the Tent and Got out his munny. After the girl put it away paw Held out his Hand, and then maw reached over bl^Sliolder aud , took Hold of it. QUEEN V 1UTORIA. The girl was surprised and Paw look ed up at maw like if He couldn't e- The Queen attributes her long life the ground that there are few, if any, member what he was Going to Say, ■ nd excellent health very largely to her things In the domain of astronomy that aud maw Looked at his Hand nnd says: practice of spending as much time as can really be called fixed space—the "I see menuy Strange things here. possible In the open air every day. In fact being that unceasing chauges are One of them is a Nold man with a her youth riding was her favorite recre going on, though these changes are gen 1 Fambly that is Getting made a Fool of ation, nnd in Scotland she has almost erally so slow as to escape the notice By a girl that wouldn't wipe her Shoes lived on pony back. Now, of course, of a superficial observer, but are fortu on Him even if He wore his Best carriage exercise has taken its place. nately periodic, so that they fall with ' close.” Every morning her Mnjesty goes out in in the possibility of computation. Thus, Then we started Home. After we her little pony chair, often visiting the the earth's path Is not fixed, since the got Outside paw says to maw: “You farm and stables In the course of her ecliptic changes Its position among tlie drive. Sometimes her chair is drawn stars, in consequence of which the know Blame well I only wauted to give by a beautiful donkey which was pur obliquity of the ecliptic undergoes a Bumthing to Charity.” chased in the south of France by his very slow change, so that while at pres i “Yes,” maw told him, “and if a Kind, royal mistress to save him from ill ent It Is a few seconds more than 23 de liandsum gentleman duzzent ast for treatment. Tlds donkey rejoices in the grees 27 minutes In about fifteen thou change he gets his Hand held twice as name of Jacko, and ou holiday occa sand years, astronomers calculate. It long.” Paw gave a Lamp post a whack sions wears a curious harness adorned will be reduced to 22 degrees 15 min with bells, and with two foxes’ brushes utes, after which It will begin to in With his umbrella aud broke the Han dle. I don’t no whether what He sed hanging over Ills blinkers. The greater crease again—a change so slow and part of the forenoon of each week day within such narrow limits that It can then was on Account of getting Ills umbrella broke Or the Forchen telling. Is devoted to business, for no woman In produce no sensible alteration in the —Chicago Times-Herald. the land gets through more actual work seasons. In the course of each week than the Not Hurt, but Mad. Pajamas Are Triumphant. Queen. Her dispatch boxes are ar The way In which native logic tri In enumerating the unexpected Is ranged on a table set In Windsor Park, near the Frogmore teahouse, w henever sues that have arisen out of the war umphs over Inculcated dogmas Is neat the weather permits. Here the Queen with Spain tlv> contest between paja ly illustrated by a true story 1 have carefully reads and annotates the In mas and nightgowns ought not to be heard. A little child between 3 and numerable dispatches which come to omitted. And while most of the other 4 years of age, whose parents were her from the foreign and home offices, Issues remain unsettled, this Issue has flrm believers In Christian science, had for It has been the rule of her life to been settled flnnlly and forever by the liecome a good deal imbued with the I doctrine of that sect. One day she was attend personally to all Important af triumph of the pajamas. For years tbe battle tietween tbe left with her aunt, a non-believer. fairs of state. But this by no means represents all "new-fangled" pajamas and the old re Meeting with a fall and evidently a the multifarious occupations of the liable nightgown of our forefathers good deal hurt, she cried bitterly. Her Queen. Her private correspondence Is had been waged with varying success, aunt, having in mind her training, said enormous, for It Is a kind of unwritten the pajamas gaining a strong yet un to her: family law that all her children and certain foothold in the cities of tlie sea j “Are you hurt?” grandchildren shall write to her every board and making occasional incur "No. I am not hurt,” she replied, day. All Important housekeeping ques sions Into the Interior, the nightgown somewhat petulantly. tions are settled by the royal mistress holding the Interior and keeping up a “Then why do you cry?” herself, who often orders the meals and harassing guerrilla warfare In the “I am crying because 1 am mad.” even keeps an eye on the household suburbs of the seaboard cities. | “What are you mad at?" Pajamas are undoubtedly the most linen. “I am mad because I can’t feel that Even the smallest details of domestic civilised possible night dress. In paja I ain’t hurt!” economy an- not regarded by the Qneen mas a man la ready for anything. He as beneath her notice. A story is told Is at once undressed for bed and Run's Distance from the Earth. that on one occasion she went luto a dressed for night emergencies of fire, Tbe sun's distance is equal to about practically disused room at Windsor strange noises In the basement or sud two thousand times the diameter of the ■ nd noticed a cabinet that had evi den descent of a foe. whether burglar earth. A train running at sixty-five dently not been dusted that day. She or Filipino. In a nightgown a man is miles an hour would reach tbe sun In promptly wrote the royal autograph In ready for nothing. In appearance be 175 years. At the rate of two cents a the dust and beneath it the name of Is "not in It" nt all. In ability Instantly mile the fare to the sun would be about the particular maid whose duty It was to face his fellow-beings be Is ridicu $1,500,000. to dust tlie room. This may seem rather lous. In feeling he Is wretched. Big Cargo of Braadatuffa. a small matter, but when one remem Next to the habit of the daily bath The largest cargo of breadstuffs ever bers that nearly 2.000 persons are em pajamas are tbe most valuable gift of ployed In Windsor Castle and Its pre the Orient to the Occident.—New York put afloat for the Orient was cleared nt Portland. Ore.. In the Arab, which cincts It shows a very remarkable World. held the equivalent of 231.771 bushel* knowledge of the personality of so vast Nearly every "uo credit” sign la • of wheat, valued at $140.000. a staff. He. _______________________ A Frugal Liver. The earth has a revolution every Give freely to tbe poor and you will After the busy morning's work the ; twenty-four hours, but in some coun Queeu takes a frimai lum-heou. Not surely Increase your store. tries they inaugurate one twice ■ day. : Geòrgie9s Gab •