The record-union., 1899-06-11


Grape fruit marmalade is among the
new dainties that can be had at high
class grocerS. 1t is similar to the or
ange marmalade with which we are all
familiar
! THE LITTLE RED BOOK.
The little village of Prescott will
lnever forget the exciting days which
marked the beginning of the civil war.
/ The dearest memory of all to these
plain people Of the New Hampshire
hills clusters around the name of Har-
old Pearmain, late Colonel Of the -th
Regiment of New Hampshire Volun-
teers, who died on the field of battle a
flew days before the fall of Atlanta. The
monument that marks his grave is each
year garlanded and wreathed by the
loving hands of all the villagers, and
even a stranger would note the singular
attention bestowed upon it.
They will tell you to-day Of the sur
prise and establishment with which the
news of his enlistment was received.
| Colonel Pearmain as youth was far
from being martial in either his con-
duct or appearance. He was but pale,
slender boy Of nineteen when he signed
his name to the papers, and if the en-
listment officer had not been anxious to
secure a large quota from the northern
part of the State it is doubtful whether
he would have been accepted.
| The villagers looked at each other and
laughed.
| Harold Pearmain!' exclaimed Mrs.
Lowell. well, I'll warrant he'll be
back inside of ten days from the time
he starts"
''They won't need to shoot him." an
other voluble citizen piped up; hell
die the fust time a reb looks hard at
him.
One of his schoolmates testified:
Hes no use for war. Why, he's never
dared to look girl straight in the face.
How can you expect sech Teller ter
face row O. muskets?"
1t was true that Harold Pearmain had
always been a silent, unobtrusive boy
and added to it all was an abnormal
shyness, which had hidden from his
playmates the real nobility of his ma
ture.
He had not consulted his parents
when he enlisted, and they were brok
en-hearted when the news came to
them. The stricken mother rallied, how
ever, enough to assemble with the 9TH
ers at the time Of the departure Of the
company. She had packed his KNAPP
sack with various articles, which
showed her utter ignorance of a SOL
dier's needs.
| None of the little knick-knacks, mute
tributes of a mothers love, remained
after the first months campaigning ex
cept Bible and a little red blankbook,
in which she had urged her son to make
a daily record of his life These two
articles remained with him to the end,
although it was not until years had
passed that the mother received these
relics of the boy who had developed
under the severe discipline of war, to
be valiant soldier and a noble man.
| Little as had been the expectation
that Harold the boy, would become
Colonel Pearmain, the fearless leader Of
a charge, the idea that he would ever be
! the chief figure in a love affair of deep
pathos and passion was still further
from anybody's thoughts. Nor would
anybody have ever known the truth
| ii1u IL iOl DtSI lOT the lllIle T0Q DOOk
| Upon arrival at Washington Harold
Pearmain's regiment showed unmistak-
able signs of the need of drill They
were kept for several weeks in the bar
racks at Washington, where General
Mcclellan was bending every energy to
make soldiers out of the raw material
sent to him from all quarters of the
| North.
| Harold's development was surprise
to all. In three months he was changed
from round-shouldered, slouchy
greenhorn into a tall and shapely SOL
der, and was ultimately assigned to the
cavalry battalion of his regiment This
made his fellow townsmen somewhat
envious. Although he was as yet but
an ordinary trooper, his, commander, a
man OF keen military insight, had al
| ready selected him as one of the men
| he could rely upon.
| A year wore away and the regiment
was still in the barracks at Washington
| The Northern papers were teeming with
expressions of dissatisfaction at the in
activity of the troops and the clamor
that something be done. Even Lincoln
was firing of McClellan's time serving
policy, and was urging him to more ac-
| tive operations.
Then, one hot August morning, the
New Hampshire boys were actually
moving across the Potomac into the
enemy's country. The peaceful sunshine
reflected from their FURNISHED muskets
as they passed along the roadway be-
tween fields of waving corn, the women
standing in the doorways of the farm
steads, watching them sullenly.
| Three days later Harold found him
self the leader of a small troop of cav
airy sent out in a skirmish line to OBJ
tain information of the enemy's move
ments. AS they galloped along the
Sudley road, as yet unstained by any
of the cruel marks Of war, they but lit
| tie imagined the savage scenes of a
few days later, when General Pope's
corps suffered the slaughter of the sec
ond battle of Bull Run.
The moon was shining brightly and
| the evening breeze, fragrant with the
scent of the Southern pines, famed the
| fevered faces of the young troopers
They We're passing a part Of the road
way lined with a thick growth of small
trees and bushes when the silence was
rudely broken by the savage notes of
the defiant rebel yell. They found them
selves surrounded by superior numbers,
and before they could draw their re-
| volvers deadly fire was poured into
them. In almost the same breath they
We're called upon to surrender
1t was the first impulse Of the FEEDER
ais to charge through the line encircMng
them and flee. No such thought entered