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Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1901-05-16
Then It's a log laughed Alden.

BY gum, here it CONES ! painted
Conner Here, Alden, jest you
ketch it with my knife. Hook the
blade blame ye 7
Alden cautiously descended the
red bank Of mud, holding on to
roots aud branches, and bent over
the water. lie hooked the big
bladed claspkniie like a scythe. set
the spring and leaned out over the
water
Nov ! mutt"red Conner.
Al oily circle appeared up,n the
surface Of the turbid water, another
and another. A few bubbles rose
aud hoated upon the tide.
Then something black appeared
just beneath the bubbles, aud Alden
hooked il With his knife and bragg.
ed it shoreward.
II was the sleeve OF mans coat.
Connor dropped his rsmrod aud
gaped at the thing Alden would
have tossed il, but the knife blade
was tangled Ia the sleeve.
lie turned "a sick face up to Con
nor.
Pail il in, said the older man.
Here, give it to me, lad
When at last the silent visitor
lay up1n the bank, they saw it was
the body Of Union cavalry man.
Alden stared at the dead face, fac
ciuated. Common meohanio,lly
counted the yelloR chevrons upon
the blue sleeve. now soaked black
The muddy water ran over the
baked soil, spreading ont in dust
covered pools. The spnrred boots
trickled slime. After awhile both
men turned their heads and looked
at Craig The southerner stood
silent and grave, his battered cap
in his hand. They eyed each other
quietly for a moment ; then, with a
vague gesture, the sontherner
walked back into his pit and pres
emily reappeared, trailing his rifle
Common had already begun to dig
with his bayonet, but he Flancad
up Al the rife 10 Craig's hands
Then he looked suspicionslg into
the ewes OF the southeruer, Pres
emily he bent his head again and
continued digging
IL was sunset before he and Alden
fnished the shallow grave Craig
watching them in silence, his rifle
botweea his knees. When they
werg ready, they rolled the body
into the hoe aud stood up
Craig also rose, raising his rifle
10 3 present Tie held il there
wEiile the 80 Union soldiers shovel
ed he earth into the grave Alden
went back and lifted the two riHes
/ from the pit, handed Conner his
and waited
Ready Rrowled Common. 'Aim!
Aldeu's rihecame to his shou der.
Craig also raised his rife.
Fret
Three times the three shots rang
out IN the Wilderness over the IN.
known grave. After a moment oil
two Alden nodded good night t.
Craig across the river and walked
slowly toward his rifle pit. Con,
nor shambled after him. As ht
turned to lower himself into the phi
be called across the river
Good night, Craig =
Good night, Connorp said Craig,
50. Louis Post Dispatch.
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aw- Banker-What a fine fon

9W" Banker-What a fine flow
OF language Mias Glibleigh has.
Hanker-Fin flow Of language
Absurd | think she is troubled
with decided impediment in her
speech.
Banker-Impedlment in her
speech ?
Certainly have been
trying for the last elk months to get
her to say yes, and she fails on it
every time.
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stable sweepings'
They smiled at each other across
the stream.
'S-a-a.y, drawled Craig. with his
mouth full, when yew' re out Of twist
jest yew sing out, souny
All right replied Alden. He
stretched back in the shadow OF
sycamore and watched Craig with
pleasant eyes
Presently Common had a bite aud
jerked his line into ne air
Look here, said Craig. THAT
amt no way toh to ketch 'redhorse.
Yew want a ca.tridge on foh sink.
or, sonny
What's that ? inquired Conner
suspiciously.
Put on a slnker.
eco on, Conner, said Alden.
Common saw him smoking aud
shifted suspiciously. Alden tossed
him the twist, telling him to GIL his
pipe.
Presently Conner found a small
prbble and improyised sinker.
He swung his line again into the
muddy current, with a mechanical
sidelong glance TO see what Craig
was doing, and Settled down again
on bis launches. smoking ard
granting
Emmy news, Alden ? queried
Craig after a silence.
Nothing much. except that Rich
nond has fallen, grinned Alden.
Ont ioolin, urged the South
erner. 'Ain's thar no nepsY
No. Some Of our men down at
Long pond got sick eating catish.
They caught them in tho pond. It
appears you Johnnies used the pond
as cemetry. and our men got sick
eating the fab.
That so 7? grinned Craig. TOO
bad. Lots Of yo~r men VAS in Long
pond, too, | reckon.
In the silence that followed two
rife shots sounded faint and dull
from the distant forest.
Mother great Union victors =
drawled Craig Extra Extra I!
Richmond is took 2
Alden laughed and pulled At his
pipe.
We licked the boots off tho Thir.
tioth Texas last Monday, he said
Sho !! exclaimed Craig What
did ron 90 a.lickin their boots FOR
--blaokin !;
oh, ahut up : said Common from
the bank cant kctoh no FISH II
| you two fools don't quit jawiu
The sun vas dipping below the
pine clay ridge, flooding river and
wood with fierce radiance The
spruce needles glittcred. edged with
! gold; every broad green leaf wore a
heart Of giIded splendor, and the
muddy waters Of the river rolled
onward like a flood Of precious met
al, heavy, FURNISHED, noiseless
From q balsam bough thrush
uttered three timid notes; great
gauzy winged grasshopper diiftel
blindly into clamp Of sun seorched
weeds, click, cr.r-r.r!
Party, amt !tY' said Craig.
looking at the thrush. Then he
swallowed the last morsel Of muddy
hard tack, wiped his beard on his
cuff, hitched up his trousers, took
off his green glasses and rubbed his
eyes.
"A he catbird sings purifier,
though he said, with yawn.
Alden drew out his watch, pulled
once or twice and stood up, stretch.
ing his arms in the air.
Its O'Clock he began. bat
was cut short by a shout from Con
nor.
Gee whiz ? he yelled What
have | got on this here pole 2
The ramrod was bending, the
line s@aying heavily in the current,
It's O'Clock, Connor,' said
Alden, keeping a wary eye on Craig.
That's oil right = called Craig
'The times extended till yewr
friend lands that there fish =
Pulls like a porpoise, grunted
Conner. Hang ii | bet it bn 'stl
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Pickets.
A Realistic Story Of the Civil War.
By RoBERF W. CHAMBERS.
eli, Yank p

80" "tuANN"N shApA6h "hp S"'hN NJ u
the pine logs.
Hey, Johnny he called across
the river, ARE you tAsAay estlpe
Cracker with green Pc on yar
pilot9'
oh, Yank, are yew the U s..
mewl withaC. s. A. brand on yewr
headstall p
s'He had you there, Common, OBJ
served Alden with faint interest
Conner took of his blue cap and
examined the bullet hole in the
crown.
90. S. A. branded on my head
stall, oh ? he repeated savaRely,
twirIlng the cap between his dirty
fingers.
You called him clay eating
Cracker, observed Alden, and you
referred to his spectacles as green
lanterns on his pilot
iii show him whose headstall Ia
branded, muttered Connor, show
ing his smoky rife through the log
crack.
Alden slid down TO the bottom Of
the shallow pit and watched him
alphabetically.
The silence was intense. The
muddy river, smooth as oil, swirled
uoiselessly between tho fringe OF
sycamores. Not a breath OF air
stirred the leaves around them.
From the sun baked bottom Of the
life pit came the stale smell Of
chsrred logs and smoke soaked
clothing There was stencil Of
sweat in the air, and the heavy odor
OF balsam and pine seemed 10 in
tonGfy 1t. Alden gssped once or
twice, threw open his jacket at the
throat and stuffed q filthy hand
kerchief in the crown Of his cap,
arranging the ends as a shelter for
his neck.
Conner lay silent, hls right eye
fastened upon the rife sight, bis
/ dusty army shoes crossed behind
him. One yellow SOCK had slipped
down over the worn shoe heel aud
laid bare a dat begrimed ankle.
In the heated stiffness Alden
heard the boring OF weeyils in the
logs overhead A tiny twIg snap.
/ ped somewhere in the forest; a ily
buzzed about his knees. Suddenly
Connor's rife cracked, the echoes
ratified and clsttered away through
the woods, thin cloud OF pungenl
vapor slowly drifted straight up
ward. shedding into flmy stream
ers among the tangled branches
overhead.
Get him p asked Alden after 1
silence.
Nope, replied Conuor. Their
he addressed himself to his late tar
! get across the river
Hello, Johnny =
Hi, Yank 7
'How close p
What sonnyP'
my shot. you fool ?
why, sonny, called back the
Confederate in affected surprise
was you a-shootin at me ?
Bang went Connor's rifle again
A derisive cstcall answered him
and he turned furiousIY to Alden
oh, let up 7 said the young fell
low. It's too hot for that.
Conner was speeches. with rage
and he hastily jammed athotho
cartridge into his long. hot rifle
while Alden reused himself, brushed
away persistent fly and crept NJ
to the edge Of the pit again.
Hello, Johnny = he shouted.
That you, sonny?' replied tn
Confederate.
Yes. Say, Johnny, shall we cal
it square until 4 O'Clock p
what time is it?' replied tn
cautious Confederate. 'All our ex
pensive gold watches is bein repair
ed at Chickamauga.'
AT this taunt Conner showed hi
teeth, but Alden laid one hand Of
his arm and sang out: 'It's2 o'clock
Richmond time. Sherman has jus
telegraphed us from your state
house.
wall, in that case this crool wa
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Wen 81 easy On old

All right ! Your woFds 1ank J
You have it 7
Done Z said the Confederate.
coolly rising to his feet and stroll
ling down to the river bank, both
hands in his pockets. ii
Alden and Connor 9awlpd out
Of their ill-smelIing dnst widow,
leaving their rifles behind thcp
tWhewi hos ohas saas
Alden pieasSy He pulled out a
stained pipe, blew into the stem,
polished the bowl with his sleeve
and sucked wistfully at the end.
Then be went and sat down beside
Conner, who had improyised fish.
ing pole from bis ramrod, bit Of
string and rusty hook.
The Confederate riilemAn also sat
down on his aide Of the stream. pnf-
ting luxurlously on fragrant corn
cob pipe. Presently the Confeder-
ate raised his head and looked across
at Alden.
What's yewr name, sonny? p he
asked.
Alden, replied the young fellow
briefly
Mines Craig, observed the Con.
federate. What's yewr regiment 2
Two Hundred and Sixtieth New
York, What's yours, Mr.. Craig "
'Ninety-third Georgia, Sir. Al
dem
'Quit that THROWN sGeks in the
water : growled Conner. How do
You suppose I'm going to catch any.
thin ?
Alden tossed his stick back into
the brush heap and laughed
'How's your tobacco, Craig?' be
called ont.
Bully How's yewr coffee n
tack. Alden 2
First rate, replied the youth.
After silence he said, II il go?'
You bet, said Craig, fumbling IN
his pocket. lie prodaced heavy
twist Of Virginia tobacco, lid il on
log, hacked of about three inches
with his sheath kuitc and folded Il
mp 10 a big green sycamore leaf.
This again be rolled into corn.
husk, weighted with a pebble; then
stepping back he hurled 1t into the
sir, saying, 'Doal squar, YAnk Z
The tobacco fell at Alden's feet.
lie picked II up. measured it care
fully with his clasp knife and called
ont "Three and lhree.qasrtcrs.
Craig What DO you want, hard
tack or coffee ?
Tack, replied Craig. DO not
stint +
Alden laid out two bisouits. As
he was about to hack aquarter from
the third he happened to glance
over the creek At bis enemy, There
was no mistakinR the expression on
his face. Starvation was stamped
on every feature.
When Craig caught Alden's eye,
he spat with elaborate care, whist.
led bar Of the Benny Blue Flag,
and pretended TO yawn
Alden hesitsted, glanced at Con.
nor, then placed three whole bis
cults in the cornhusk, added pinch
Of coffee and tossed the article ovei
to Craig,
That Craig longed to fling him.
self upon the food and devour il
was plain to Alden, who was watch
ing his face. But he didn't. HC
strolled Eeisurely down the bank
| picked up the parcel, weighed il
critically before opening it and Fl
nally sat down to examine the con.
tents. When he saw the third crack
er was whole and that o pinch o.
coffee had been added, he paused
in bis examination aud remained
motionless on the bank, head bent
Presently he looked up and asked
Alden il he had made mistake
The young fellow shook his heat
and drew long puff Of smoke from
his pipe, watching it curl out OF hi
nose with interest.
Then I'm obliged to yew, AL
den, said Craig. Low III eat /
snack to see it amt pizened.'
lie filled his lean jaws with tn
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The colored American., 1901-01-12
Had a Delightful Time.

After having held formal reception
f!om to 9 p. M. on New Years Day,
Miss Desdemonia L. Vsleteen and Miss
Helen Bell entertained the members
of the A. P. w. Club at 1926 New York
ave northwest, from to I1.8O o, M
Among those present were Misses Hat.
tie Ross, Ida and Lucy Turner; Mesera,
w. L. Houston, h. Smith, J, Murray,
L. Henderson, o. Arnold, g. w. Cof
fey, J. Ferguson, W. Isbgl, III. Morton.
and w. Il. VaIeteen. Cards and 9TH
er games were INDUCED in. A splen-
did collation. was served and every one
present spent a most delightful even
ing. The house was prettiIy decorated
with green and white ribbon and both
the young ladies were dres, ed in white,
Miss Bell in white null and Miss Vale
teen In white silk.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
An Educational Center

Petersburg, Va. Specisl.-The stu.
dents of the collegiate department of
this institution made the initium Of the
twentieth century memorable, Jan. 1st
1901, by greeting it to dine with them.
The table was eIaborately and hand
somely furnished with all Che delic3 3cies
Of the season; and was Ornsmented
with cedars and evergreen which wed
with each other iD presenting to the
new century most beautiful, enchant-
ing and cordial aspect. After the din
ner short speeches were INDUCED in,
which, on the account of their wit and
humor, made the occasion more MEM
orable. Invitations wire extended to
q great number Of ladies. The follow
ing were present: Mi ses Maggie Y.
Rogue Mamie @. Samuels, Frances NJ.
Cooley, Sarah a. Smith, Addie r
Webster, Lillian r Barbour, AuTelia r
Reid, POlIle NJ. Blanks, Laura Lang.
horn aud Emma r. Douglass, Mess
VIM. Il. Smith, Sr., VIM. II. Smith Jr.
Jas. H, Mutt, II. w. Fisher, Kelley M.
Robinson, z. Z Whitley, E. w. Ran
dolph, 4. E. Logan, R. B. Barcus,
Prof. J. n. Candy and J. T, Phillips
The colored American., 1901-01-12
A Beautiful Head of Hair

Is what every man or woman likes to
look at. It lends tone to the appear
snce. Our Queen Pomade gives satis-
faction whenever used. It softens the
hair and gives it good appearance;
stops the hair from falling out; and
cleans the scalp OF dandruff.
Large bottles twenty FIVE (25) cents;
city orders delivered free; drop US 8
postal card. Cardozo's Pharmacy, 1901
K Street, Washington, D. @.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
Nineteenth Century History Repeated

Nineteenth Century History Repeated.
"Bnly" Patterson, who lives some
times in the Salvation Army barracks,
was struck yesterday afternoon. He
was In a fight at the corner of Third
and Grand avenues, and during the
atfrsy he received lOog cash on the
head and then sc ne one broke his arm. g..
He does not know who struck him.
Kansas City Journal.
The colored American., 1901-01-12

Queen Pomade for the hair can be
bought at the following drug stores:
Cardoza's, 1901 r st ; Davis, 1Ith and
q streets; Harris 3Td and T SITS. S. W. /;
Murray's, 2ud and D sts., southwest;
and Pride's, 25th and P sts. also at the
following barbershOps, BethePs, 1918.
14th st.; Gray's lib 18th st. and John.
sons 140I P st. IT.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
THE HAUNTED OAK.
From the Century Magazine-]

From the Century Magazine-l
pray. why are you so bare. so bare,
o bough Of the old oaktTee;
And why, when 90 through the
shade you throw
Runs shudder over me2
MY leaves were green as the best trOw
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I saw IL the moonlight dim
weird
A guiltless victims pains.
I bent me down TO hear his sigh;
l shook with his gurglings moan;
And trembled sore when they rode away
And left him here alone.
''Thev'd charged him with the old, old
crime,
And set him fast in Jail;
Oh. why does the dog howl all night along,
And why does the night wind wall:
He prayed his prayer and he swore his
oath,
And he raised his hands TO the sky;
But the beat of hoofs smote on his ear,
And the steady tread drew nigh.
WHO is it rides by night, by night,
Over the moonlit road?
And what is the spur that keeps the pace.
What is the CALLING gOad?
And now they beat at the prison door,
Ho, keeper. do not stay!
We are friends of him whom you hold
within,
And we fain would take him away.
FROM those who ride fast on our heels
With mind to do him wrong;
They have no care for his innocence.
And the rope they bear is strong
They have fooled the jaiIer with lying
words,
They have fooled the man with lies,
The bolts unbar, the locks are drawn
The great door open flies.
Now they have taken him from the Jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his
throat,
AS they halt my trunk beside.
''Oh, the judge he wore a mask of black,
And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his eldest son,
Was curiously bedight.
20 foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but little space,
And the time will come when these shall
dread
The memory of your face.
i feel the rope against my bark,
And the weight of him in my grain,
feel in the throe of his final woe
The touch of my own last pain.
And nevermore shall leaves come
forth
On bough that bears the ban,
am burned with dread, I am dried and
dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.
PAUL LAURENCE DUNBA
The colored American., 1901-01-12

were als0 invited and spoke to the
data Of the occasion. Mes srs. 8. A.
Brown, L. a. Perkins, Jas. A. Estes
and w. @ Coleman who had gone away
for the holidays had not returned.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
NEGROES FOR HAWAII.
Two Carloads of Men Leave Alabama to
Work on Sugar PIantati JnS.

Montgomery, Ala, Jan. S-Two en-
igrant carloads of Negroes left here to-
night for the Hawaiian Islands. They
go to take employment on the sugar
plantations. The expenses Of the trip
are borne by the Spreckels syndicate
for which they will work. Their pay
is to be SIS month with house rent
and medical attendance free. It is said
that several hundred others from this
country will follow them.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
Not Seeking Office But HustIing

EFOt bOOA HS OIII0 DuJ HuSLIIHS,
Editor Omaha Enterprise arises to
remark he will go it Coxy fashion to
Washington TO help land e. E. cooper,
of The Colored American, for a politi
Cal position under the present admin
istration. Well Barnett all the fra
ternity favor the political promotion of
the editor Of the city Of Magnificent
Distances but take into account what
an irreparable loss it will be to the
press ard race.-Shreveport (Ls.)
News.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
The Old Reliable

CAPITAL CITY BENEFIT SOCIETY"
45S LOuisis ma Ave.
Is Still Doing Business at the Old
Stand, Fer s125 per month it pays
SIS, 81 or s8 per week. Pays for
both Sickness. Accident and Death.
No Distinction as to Color or Sex.
ID Years Successful Business.
INVES TIC GATE.
The colored American., 1901-01-12
Capital Savings
Bank

S9p1L Ld1 "a Wings
Bank
500 F St. n. W., Washington, D. q
Capital $4,000
Hon. Jno. r. Lynch, President
L. G. Bailey, Treasurer.
j. A. johnson, Secretary.
D. B. McCary, Cashier,
Directors:
Jno. E. Lynch, DR.. w. S. LOtol
Whitefeld McKinlay, ] @. Bail5|
Robt. Il. Terrell, w. s. MontgOmeT
Wyatt Archer, John A, Pierre, Benf
E, Baker, James Storum, }. 4
johnson, DIR. A. w. TanciI, HO8ar1
Il Williams.
Deposits received from 10 cents u
ward. Interest allowed on $500 NI
above. Collections meet with PronPI
attention. A general exchange SDI
banking business done.
Bank open from 8 g. N. to 4:5V PDI
The colored American., 1901-01-12

The Columbus Ohio Standard has is
sued q most artistic C C.leLdar. 1t con
tains the per rats of Rev. }. M. Rid
d., editor, aid Mr p. w. Chavez )
manager. We wish t0e firm abundant
success.
The colored American., 1901-01-12

cent t, in sums { f Il o. to 81 O0D -. G, real
estate; pay OH B ard CT cent mOrtgas es
nd begin anew. all transactions conducted
With onomicas COZ Iteration for b JrTOwerE.
WM. Il. SAUNLER3 & CO., I4J7 + 81, NV.
New Ulm review., 1901-10-16
TANKES ARRESTED
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Tanke Arrested and
Charged with the Murder of John
Wellner Three Years Ago.
MRS. wELLNER FIRED THE SHOT.
Detectives Working as Farm Hands Dis
cover the Evidence that will Con-
vict Both Parties.

Sheriff Mcmillan arrived in this city
on Saturday last and hiring Il carriage
drove to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frank
Tanke where he caused the arrest of
them both, charging them with the muir
der of John Wellner, whose mysterious
death occurred on New Years eve, 1898.
For sometime past detectives have
been employed to ferret out this crime,
the total number being seven. Two
women were among the number but sus-
pic1on apparently fell upon chem, for
one after another they were discharged,
until Whitney, the chief, succeeded in
beng engaged as farm hand and to his
shrewd work is. due the honor Of having
ferreted out this crime. 7...
Little by little he gained evidence un-
New Ulm review., 1901-10-16
with her father to her own home to look
for her husband.

with her father to her own home to look
for her husband.
Before starting the search, however,
Bleraugel went and called aneighbor by
the name of Carl Fischer. Together
they went to the barn, opened the door
and called for Wellner. Receiving no
answer, they looked about the building
ia the moonlight and soon found body
lying close to the barn at the southwest
corner. Concluding it was Wellner's
they left 1t undisturbed and returned to
house to inform Mrs. Wellner. Then
they returned to their homes, leaving
the woman once more alone.
The body of Wellner was lying face
downwards near the southwest corner of
the barn on the south side aud close te
the wall. One bullet had penetrated
the skull on the right side, above and
back of the ear, and another had entered
his back. just about the center. Powder
.naks on the coat showed that the bullet
had been fired at close range.
A lantern was clutched in Wellner's
right hand and small stick or club was
lying beneath his body.
In this position he was left until the
arrival of the coroner about four o'clock
Sunday afternoon. When picked up it
was seen that his nose had been broken
and his face badly disfgured in being
torn flom the frozen ground.
j. klossner who is guardian for the
children of John Wellner was out to the
farm Saturday morning to see what they
preferred doing and as they desired to
be left with the grand father he allowed
them to stay there. He is prepared to
take them to another place as soon as
| they become discontented where they are.