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The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-06-30
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lecitsd before the Mississippi Memorial AS
citation, at Baldwyn.
Again we meet upon the ground
Where once the battles fury found
A vent in shrieking shell, and sound
OF life-devouring lead;
Again we meet-but Peace supreme
Now closes round us like dream,
While chanting, as with lore we teen,
A dirge unto our Dead.
Ye brave Confederate, lying low,
Beneath yon Southern sunsets glow,
Our faithful feelings ever flow
Unto your moss-grown graves;
And, when your loss we try to tell
Of'how you fought, and how you fell
The tears unto our eye-lids well
In binding grief, our Braves.
Again with heavy hearts we come
Where lie the lips all sealed and dumb
Where dropping flag and muffled drum
Tell of our loved and lost;
.
Thro' mists we see our chieftain's brave
The Southern banner proudly wave
And march to glory and the grave
Close in at any cost
Again we hear the battle-cry,
And Forrest doth the foe defy,
Determined still to do or die
For Southland and its laws;
The dauntless, daring deeds we see
Of"Stonewall" Jackson and Of Lee,
And shout "Jeff Davis |" champion he
And chief Of Southland's Cause.
But wrapt in silence and in tears
And cannopied by creeping years,
For ever freed from fury's fears
Our deathless dead ones sleep;
While DER their forms the aowerets twine,
And mock birds sing their songs divine
And soft and still the moonbeams shine
O'er Southrons whom we weep.
But not alone we weep to-day,
For those who fell while in the Gray
For, many SINCE have passed away
To join their brother-band;
Each year the Veteran troops grow less
And slowly file to slentness;
The few behind march by and bless
The loved in Summer-land.
Ye valiant Veterans, here to-day,
Proud remnant Of the princely Grayi
Ye, and your comrades in the fray,
Are sacred in our sight;
Knowye Of loyal lives sublime,
Our Southern souls and sun-kissed cline
Are true and tender through all time
To those who fought the fight.
But, with emotions deep and strong,
That to our loving hearts belong,
To-day we bury Right and Wrong
Beneath one common pail
Aud bless the brave on hon0r's roll
Who've reached the radiant Christ-crown,
goal
Where peace enwraps each Southern soul
And glory waiteth all.
Again we from each other 20
Our hearts subducd with silent woe
And, in our ling'ring hand shakes show
The griefwe cannot tell;
Once more, the Present and The Past
Are linked, by dead and living, fast
So, praying peace to all, at last,
We sigh farewell farewell
The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-06-30
THE COURTS.
THE REGULAR TERMS.
CIRCUIT COURT SECOND DIST.
SAMUEL H. TERRAL, Judge.
,svs II NEVILLE. District Attorney.

TANES III. N y AA<A<e<s 49, -
,.,,,nty Of TAudesdals, on the first Mon
In ths ,ary eou% and July and continue thirty days
Ayei Janua nmsy If Noxubee, ON tho second Monday
ls,Srs.S ssSss.y and August and contihue 'isAses'
lAya ....r os Hammer On the nrst Monday ol
s ~ md ss%er. and SgssGs H. sSs sYs.sS nSrav av
Inthe c9unss, usn0s;s,,smher and continue twelve days
n.rcn s snc sasnty Of WAYNE, on the hrst Monday
md and ssss 60 ~ ss.ssa ss asays Monday
Ii the s"ah ".s.hcr andcuntinue six days.
ar, ,as aaa county Of Pearl River on lha third Mon
Ag md 4 fs.s s.sss .ss tic sssas ah X Monday
- tns , .,'d October. and continuc twelve days
FSs county Of Harrison on the secona MSnas' 2, L.
s Sssss e ssls .as sn"ss s sss sxssss ss ssS:
.s n suu .u% vJ November and continue twelve days
sSs seny q Marion r.,s pAsrS sa .onssn Sa sn
.hira Mun'i%s sns.Secorl psstrict on the secon,
,s I.ssss siy Of Ju 81 Dssi 1ber, and ccutnne si'
The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-06-30

Like TIE placer one SalQ 6ne
didn't mind II. l asked her q few
ques'iOns about the people. She
said she could get on ell right with
the duke and she was on awful
good terms with the duchess; but
she wouldn't give a dollar a gross
for the servants. For one thing,
she didn't believe they kept q
proper lookout al The place.
Whilst they were smoking and
drinking and flirting, a burglar
could get in at almost any mo-
meni.
"Oh, well, miss, after al..,' I says,
we're none OF Us perfect, yeu
know. We all have our little 'ob-
bies.'
put on my best smile and made
up my mind to have a dash for it. |
| asked her whether there was any
chance Of having a look in and y
bit OF supper in the evening. She
looked at me very straight. Then
she SAID thing that knocked me
silly.
sSav. mister. she saws. where do
come in? How much am 20.
ing to make. cut of this little
gameg
was so astonished that [ quite
blushed, did really.
"Well," | says, "if YOU nre going
10 put it in that way. | suppose |
had better talk out straight. III
give YOU twenty ouid now, and III
give YOU another twenty after rs
over"
"MaEe il thirty soyerelgns now
and thirty after,' she said, "and it's
DONE"
81 started 10 argue Bit, and she
turned on her heel. Here, stiddy
on, my DEAR says. "Dun't lose
your temper. You've got a good
hearted face. You're not going to
be hard on a poor chap, are you
Eows Give me a kiss and I'll give
y0n twenty-five
| She fired up.
"Yon don't have no kiss, mister"
she says, "and II you want me 10
help yon, you must hand over the
coin. You kent do better, any
way"
| tell you she fairly surprised
me. | assure you 10 look at her
you'd think she was as quiet q girl
as ever wore shoes. She kept her
eyes-brlght black eyes she had
fixed on my face and seemed al.
most 10 enjoy the corner she'd got
me in.
turned the matter quickly over
in my mind. After all knew |
needn't really trouble about the
second payment. | should be clear
) away before she had a chance to
see whether / put il there or moi
: "All right, miss" | says, s.don't
, 'aggIe, and don't bite feller's 'ead
'aif orr. Here's the thirty pound.
/ What time shall | come up?
She told me that at half past 8
the duke would be having dinner,
/, and that she would leave the win.
dow Of the duchess dressing. room
: open. | might find ladder in
!, such place, and ! was to leave
the f30 Tor her on the ledge IN The
) / chimney. and If any Of The 0t her
The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1893-06-01

The following unsolicited letter is from
the IN Of John G. Harrington Of Brock
ton, Mass. Her husband was cured Of
dropsy by Kickapoo Indian Saagwa after
Seven PHYSICIANS had Giyen him Up to
Die and his Friends had been Summoned
to his Dying Bedside.
II was Then he heard Ok Kickapoo
Indian sagwa, ana took it, The case
was hopeless to all!
Kickapoo Indian Sag~a Prored q
Grcater Kennedy than All these Doctors
kaer Of.
Weeks he Was a Well Man, and his
cure Was wrought hy kickapoo Indian
Sagwa onlg, the Greatest Discovery the
Medical World has ever known.
Tie story az his cure has been pub
iiShcd fir and wide. Now his Wife,
Mrs. Nettie Harrington, writes as fol-
laws in regard to W hat Sa@Na has done
far hsi .tts NalHe il Priceless, She
Eays We're Wy her letter iii full
The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1893-06-01

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n5n%. Observation-Disclosures ror.u.. AL.
3nu,le WV. b,isEi 99ed bIankets l,.,na,.
Nitl.aSIii Ii. the hidd}e Nm, i,,sc,tiuo tl,,.
hradj Wuiu b4 sAc m,u .n HUH ~ coa
Al4h cnmsY Saddles fke thoseot raI
kr< eadud With Observation-Disclosures .tra,gc
uotlclN. ana the occidental lace made by
NV Nomei Ill t4e pnHpF< baaA~ ,ro
launl Ar4e boMl~ tvo nl lree ca IN
diameter Witl. -Hi4hf sl6#-. dalh WIN
ontsiae and hleWn Ft.lMl, oith White
cd.es ald Gfvck latteins tlarml VI baeA
The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1893-11-29
BLIFFINS' BATH.

twas Thanksgiving day, but Bliffns
had nothing to be thankful for, or rather
it wasn't like Bliffns to be thankful for
anything, so after going over his ac-
counts in the morning he left his Office
with the same immovable expression of
countenance and the same steely look in
his gray eyes. Blifins was in the chat
tel mortgage business, and as he emerged
from his dingy Office he was turning over
in his mind how much Widow O'Hara
owed him and how he would sell her
furniture on the morrowif the money
was not forthcoming, which was ex-
tremely unlikely, since three of the wild
owls children Were down with the mea-
sizes and the mothers scanty earnings
had gone to pay the doctors fees.
Bliffins chuckled. Oh, these doctors,
and the measles, and the scarlet fever,
and the other ailments children are prone
to are boon to the chattel mortgage
shark And Blifins knew how to squeeze
people, for he had grown old In the oc-
cupation. How he liked to get the
widows and children and bedridden
workingmen in his withered old arms!
It was not the philanthropic embrace,
such as the poet Whitman, with his
humanitarian doctrines, conceived-no,
indeed-it was more like the embrace Of
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Nor waB that alli Beelzebub himself
was there, and never had his horns
seemed so high or his tail so longl He
frisked around merrily, his eyes gleana-
ing like Goals and his tail whisdng- like
whipcord, cracking now and then as
his antics became more marked.
Il don't like it, . gasped Blfmns. Let
me get out. -
No. no. Blif. We've got You now,
and we are going to give you a little
foretaste of what viii come when you
have presently shuf1ed of this mortal
coil. This is nothing to what 1t will be
then.n
This is pretty warm, moaned Blif-
fms argumentatively.
All, but You wait. When you are
dancing gayly upon the live Goals, with
sulphur flames shooting mp around You,
then you'll understand what torrid
temperature is like. Ihaye nice, pleas
ant furnace especially prepared for You,
and You shall have it an to yourself.''
But don't want it all to myself. =
groaned Blifins.
.-'zou,n get used to tt Come along,
now.
What. nowy shrieked BliHns.
Yes, now.
s.But 1 don't want to die now. 1 can t.
I won't. I'm not prepared. I've been
an old sinner. Let me live, and III re-
pent.
"oh, youn repents How many lies
have you told5'
"But won't tell any more. I'll re-
form; I'll go to church; I'll put 10 cents
In the contribution box every Sunday:
mr.
.It's too late. Blihins."
'.Have you ever had mercy ON the
widows and children? Come ON, now" !"
BE prodded the unfortunate man with
his pitchfork and lifted him mp as easily
as If he had been bale of hay. Bliffns
uttered piercing shrek of despair,
and
All right, sir. Ready for the mas
sage treatment now, siri''
It was the attendant who spoke. Blif-
fms rubbed his eyes as he woke up and
stared in bewilderment.
Why, where is Bahi I'm foolF'
'You went to sleep, sir. We gave it
to you pretty warm, sir"
81 should think you didr' muttered
Blifins.
Did Bliffns emerge from his Turkish
bath that day changed mann Did he
cancel at once the debts of all his. unfor.
tunate creditors? Did he send every one
q turkey post haste with the compl-
nents of the season? Did he dispatch a
wagon load Of pSovisions and garments
to every charitable institution that the
lame and the halt, the young and the
aged might be fed and clothed9 Not
Blihinsl His heart wasn't of that kind.
he was consistent to the end in his char
acter. he squeezed them harder than
aHerI
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to find him such food as an invalid must
have, and he heard the children cry out
at night because they had NOT enough
covering to keep them warm After 3
few days. when he found there was no
chance to get word into the Federal line.
be begged of the woman TO deliver HIM
UP 10 the Confederate authorities and re-
ieve herself of the burden. She indig-
nantly refused. and the children, who
had insisted on calling him Uncle Daniel,
cried at the thought of his going away.
Pretty soon a new peril threatened.
The neutral territory was given up to
bushwhacloers and guerrillas. One day q
long haired, evil looking man, whose
garb was that of q farmer, and who was
probably the would be assassin of Little
Jim, was seen lurking about the premises.
The woman put another pillow behind
the soldier, handed him his revolver and
quietly said:
'-I have your carbine and shall try to
kill him if he persists in entering the
house. IF am killed, then you must
take care of yourself"
The sergeant could hear every word OF
the conversation as the man finally ad-
vanced to the house, and the woman
stepped outside to meet him.
Look yere, woman" he began. .'who
yo' got in yo'r houseg'
'-By what right do you ask that7" she
demanded in turn.
''By the right everybody has to kill
cussed Yankee wharever he kin find him
Stand aside and let me see what sort OF
a fowl yo've had cooped in yere fur two
or three weeks"
ClickI Clicli sounded the hammer
flf1N
muzzle ON line with the mans heart
she said:
There's the roadi Yo' scatteri TIL
count 20, and then I'll shootIn
BE backed away, muttering and ours
ing, and for the next three days the cab
in was in a state of siege. He hung
about, determined to investigate the re-
ports which had somehow leaked out,
but finding the woman on her guard he
finally went away to report to the mill
tary authorities. Thanksgiving day
came-cold, bleak and a hutter of snow
flakes in the air. Little Jim had been
shot just three weeks before, but such
was the nursing that ON this day he was
helped out of bed and bolstered MP In
the big rocking chair TO eat Thanksgiv-
ing dinner. Tears came to his eyes as
forth and how meager the results.
Mother, children and soldier were gath
cred ut the table when there came q
clatter of hoofs and cIanking of sabers,
and a dozen troopers in gray galloped up
to the door. at their head was ser
geant, who pushed his way in and seized
wife and children and kissed them be-
fore he looked at the pale faced man at
his table. He was followed by a cor
poral who was scarcely inside the door
before the children cried ont:
"Uncle Daniel! Uncle Dapieli Our
other Uncle Daniel has come home"
The bushwhacker had made his report
to the nearest camp, and the sergeant
had been sent to bring the prisoner in.
He sat at the head of the table and heard
the story, and when it was concluded he
patted his wife on the head and said:
You did just right, Mary. When a
Yank is mp, he's our enemy; when he's
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down, we can't strike him. wish some
one else had come, though. MY orders
are to take him back, and I've got to do
1t or stand trial"
'T'll go with you," !" said Little Jim,
waving the woman TO silence. after
the kindness shown me here won't see
you get into trouble"
''It'll kin him, JimI'' protested the
woman. "His wound is not healed yet,
and he's no more strength than a baby
sfYanks in sight, sirT" reported man
at the door.
"How far awayT
"About mile"
''That lets MS out. Twelve of ms can't
fight no thousand Yanks. Goodby, Mary;
goodby, childrenl Say, Yanlk, I'm dog
gone glad of Ill Orders is orders, but I
reckon I'd a-gOne back to camp and told
'em it wasn't In me to bust MP dying
mans Thanksgiving, no matter whether
he was reb or Yankr7
Five minutes later the highway was
full of Federal cavalry, and half dozen
officers were In the house. This time Il
was Little Jim who told the story. and
when he had finished every one put out
his hand to the woman and said aGod
bless your They took the sergeant away
In an ambulance, but on the plate On
which he had eaten his Thanksgiving
dinner they left a due reward, and many
q soldiers hayersack was enptied that
want might be put afar OF. After the
war Little Jim rode over that highway
again to find the cabin IN ashes, but the
soldier and his family alive and wen.
his greenbacks built q new and bet
ter house, fenced IN the fields again.
bought horses and plows and seed and
started the ex-Confedcrate on the road
to prosperity. Well, the sergeant feels
that he can never repay the debt. and
the family think there was never such
another Yankee m the world, and eo.
take It all around il came ont Is GOOD
IS the ending Of any story, and hasn't
been concluded yet. II. QUAD.
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the iron virgin, driving the pointed nails
into the heart and brain of the victim.
How It came to pass no one knows.
Perhaps because 1t was yet two hours be-
fore mealtime. Perhaps it was for the.
reason that time hung heavily, since he
could not transact business, owing to
the stupid custom OF setting aside day
for general feasting-as If the majority
Of mankind had anything to be merry
overi AT that very moment Blifins was
asking himself: Were people merry be-
cause there is sickness in the world;
were they light hearted because the other
days of the year We're all one grind;
were they happy because the few know
ing ones secured all the worldly accu-
mutations, leaving to the others the task
of striving without success, working
with meager results and hoping against
hope?
1t might have been that the mere
novelty of the idea appealed to Blifins
like an inspiration-if such sentiment
could move his withered old heart and
dusty brain. At any rate, he paused be
fore Turkish bath. hesitated = moment,
entered, was given key, and in few
moments IN the Eeclusion Of dressing
room was divcsting his shriveled fguro
of its rusty raiment. As he stalled ont
with the towel wrapped about his loins
he was met by the attendant.
Right this way, sir, said the latter,
and Blfins followed him into a room
where the temperature at first seemed
unendurable.
Isn't this pretty warmS' asked Blif-
fins as he sank into couch.
Mot at all. You'll have it warmer
than this before you're through" said
the attendant, with grin. Il flashed
across Bliffins' mind that the man had q
particularly villainOus cast of counte-
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frank face and big blue eyes made you
his friend. The bushwhacker peered
over the log and saw his victim lying on
the stony road and the horse galloping
away in alright, and smile of satisfac-
tion came to his face as he rose up and
hurried through the woods. War is not
always war. Sometimes it is assassina-
tior-murder.
Twenty rods beyond the body lying in
tho road is a humble cabin, tenanted
only by woman and two children. War
has forced the husband and father into
the ranks. AT sound of the shot and the
clatter OF hoofs they rise mp from their
frugal MONDAY meal and run down to
the gate. A dead man Is by no means a
rare sight to mother and children. Hun
dreds of dead have been left on that
highway In the last two years. and at
times the cabin has been full of wounded
men who groaned and cursed.
"It's Yankee who's been bushwhack-
ed, )" whispers the mother as she leads the
way down the road, and presently the
THO are looking down upon the lifeIess
form of our Little Jim. No. not lifeless.
The bullet struck him in the side and in
hicted severe wound, but even while
they gaze at him he opens his blue eyes
and tries to realize his situation.
Looks jest like Uncle Danr' whispers
one of the children.
Lets good to f1imr' pleads the other.
She would. Assisted bit by the
children, she got him to the house and
had captured prisoner and patient at
the same time. Her husband and her
neighbors had come home with gunshot
wounds, and she had helped TO nurse
them and send them back to fight for
the cause she believed was right. Aside
from surgeon our Little Jim could not
have fallen into better hands She probed
for the bullet and found It, and If living
today he wears it ON his watchchain.
The Federals had been holding that troad
for weeks, and all that afternoon and
evening the woman listened for the clat-
ter of hoofs that she might report what
bad occurred and have her patient taken
away. Not horseman passed. A shift
of war had left that cabin the center of
neutral ground, and the armies were
preparing to go into winter quarters.
There were days and nights when Lit
Jim was out of his head and raying Of
home and mother. There were days and
nlgnts Wnen MS l11e nunS on tnrean.
He had the care his own mother would
have given him. Many and many a
time he called her his mother, and
pleased her that she had come down from
tl-s old home to nurse him back to life.
By and by the crisis passed, and the sol
dier Esw where he was and the situa-
ton outside. He knew more than the
good woman yvofIld have him That If
tle family was being put to sore straits
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A SOLDIERS HEART.

Copyright, 1893. All rights reserved.l
A cold, bleak November day; n Vir-
ginia turnpike; horseman in blue, rid
ing at gallop.
A turn in the road; bushwhacker
hidden in the bushes; shot and fall
from the saddle.
It was Little Jim, our third sergeant,
riding across the country to carry a dis
patch from Custer to Torbett. Wecalled
him Little Jim because he was small of
stature and because everybody liked him.
he was only boy, and one look into his
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nance, but that may have been Blifins'
fancy, for every one looked like rogue
or fool to him. the latter class predom-
mating.
Biiffins was left alone, for no one else
happened to patronize the bath that
morning. A pleasant feeling stole over
him. His withered limbs seemed to be-
come more supple and the thin blood
to circulate more actively in his veins
He sank into sort of somnolent medita-
ton, his business transactions still up-
permost in his mind. 'tOh, I'll sell out
the Widow O'Hara tomorrow" he
thought, "and make cool hundred by
the transaction. People tell me I'm hard.
BAIL I'm good business man, and ev-
cry day I'm growing richer and richer.
Money is what makes you feared and
hated. How like to be hatedi Isn't it
good to know there is no one in the
world who doesn't despise your The
thought was SO pleasant that he chuckled
more audibly than usual.
Meanwhile the atmosphere had become
more cloudy and the heat more sitting.
Blffins began to feel uncomfortable.
THE temperature is getting pretty
high" he thought.
1t was. Great clouds of steam rolled
into the room, as if the attendants were
bent in earnest upon thawing out his dry
old frame. He could hardly see the cell
ing. "Whewl can't stand thisI" said
Blifins. Riding, he made his way to the
door and tried to open it. Horrorsi It
was locked, out through the glass Blif-
fms could see the Yillainous attendant.
81 ,et me outl" he shouted.
The attendant only grinned, and his
face seemed more diabolical than ever.
I'm roasting in herer' exclaimed
Blifins.
''Well, roast" said the attendant.
"You won't let me outi"
The man grinned again and turned
away.
'tstopl stopi Come bactl Oh. I'm
stifingr'
Bliffins fell upon the marble floor, his
senses almost deserving him. The heat
became more intense, the vapor enter
ing in heavier clouds than ever. He
breathed with difficulty; he gasped; he
struggled. The laughter Of the attend
ant seemed to echo in his ears like the
shrieks Of 10000 fiends. he thought he
was dying. and his past life foated be-
fore him, moving phantasmasoria in
the mist. he saw Widow OHara.
"You old wretchF' she exclaimed
Nov you are getting your deserts You
would sell me out, would you'll"
She shook her fist at him az he covered
there, and her figure was replaced by
others, the ghosts Of those whom he had
robbed, many Of them children with
faces pinched by hunger. who had arisen
from the grave to confront him. All, 1t
was a merry procession for Thanksgiy-
ing day, as long as the longest chain
gang Of slaves that ever toiled under the
lash in the torrid interior of Africa.
And the maledictions they heaped upon
him, their faces distorted with hatred
and their voices quiyering with ragei
What noise they made, to be sure.
these phantomsl Blifins had never i'm
agined that ghosts could shrek and yell
In that fashion. It was pandemonium
of sneers, walls, shouts and howls-ex-
clamations OF endless aversion and out
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THE DAY IN HISTORY.
POINTS ABOUT ITS EARLY OBJ
sERvANcE.

Some Old Proc1amations-origin of the
FcstivaI-Recognition by congress-No
Reason why the Turkey Should De Com
cerned In It.