The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-01
Rbv 1zs ASAansaw TSspeiev.
 THE STORY OF A PIPE.
BY CHILD.

BY CHILD,
 That's fine pipe, major, and beauti- tifully colored," said a gentleman to a friend who was smoking fine, large, bu, plain, meerschaum pipe in company with a numher of others who were enjoying a social chat on the porch of country hotel not long since.
 "Yes," said the maio,, q it is, as you say, a fine 2ipe;;" and the old veteran took it firm his mouth and caressed it lovingly as parent would child.
 You seem to think good deal of it. !" said the first speaker.
 @lndeed 1 do," replied the major, as he placed the stem in his lips again and drew a few whiffs from it.
 Any one would think, by the way you hold and look at it, that you loved it, or that it has history" said one of the party.
 "Well, you Are right" replied the smoker, and if you will listen will tell you why do really love this old pipe. Here he took it from his mouth and looked at its great, brown bowl as if i, were indeed some loved one who could return by caress. the affections his eyes and his motion showed then, in words which sometimes trembled with emotion, he told the story of his pipe.
 Twenty years ago last spring was a oaptaia and adjutant-general of cavalry brigade in the federal army; attached to our headquarters, as sergeant ofshe guard, was young German soldier, O. magni6- cent physique and of more than usual intelligence. He spoke but little English and not much more of French. l could not speak German, but we managed to converse on routine duty in a patois which wsa half English and half French. His every act proved him to be a true soldiea and ve became fast friends. Soon an action came on in which our cavalry brigade was exposed to cruel sye and the fortune of var made it necessary for me to ride down the line with an order to the extreme left. Muller rode after me, and about midway of the line shell exploded near my horse and one large piece tore his heart out, killing hir. in- stantly, while another piece buried itself in my night leg. My horse fell on his right side so quickly that l went down with him and in the fall my ankle was broken in addition to the wound. My German sergeant, instantly stopping his horse, dismounted and in the midst of . murderous fire, and with herculean strength, pulled me from under my dead horse, and managed to get me on his own, but while doing 90 he was struck in the side by . ball and badly wounded. He, however, managed to catch and mount . riderless horse, of which there were plenty, and togsther we vent to the rear and received surgical attention. It was while we were in the hospital that learned his story"
 Then the major filled and lit his pipe again and said, Don't get tired, boys, for the best of my ssory is yet to come" 1" and his eanest manner seemed to be Sels by his audience, already largely aug- mepted for the major didn't often talk and when he did aR were ready to liseen.
 @Well," he said, @my German ser geant turned out to be Prussian cavalry officer vho had foaght . duel near Berlin and killed his eppoaent. Rather tAan risk trial he had led to this country and enlisse6 in . ayalry regiment and vas sooa made . noa-commissioned officer. We did not remain long in the hospital and in leaving 1t vas my good fortune to @ represent his saosy to the department comnandx thaa his case vas laid before ths uar depaxtnens, and alhez some cor gespoads.ce, the German minister as