The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-22

rest, riding behind him through snot anu the raid when he captured Generafl Straight's command, has become famil- far to all southerners. and will go down in history as the most thrilling ballard
 The poem was recited on the floor of, the Alabama Legislature by Hon. John H. Wallace of Huntsville in a beautiful oratorical tribute to the heroine, and proved instrumental, in securing for her in her old age and poverty, pension from the State, consisting of section Of
 In tsn Mir Moore published his now well-tnown book, Songs and stories From Tennessee" which immediately found favor and won for him name among Southern writers.
 He has never ceased to love his native State, Alabama and will soon send forth a book of Alabama stories. e n. core, MT. Moore was invited to make an address before the G. "A. R. of Chicago some years, since and wrote -,th, the ss poem oaa received with a perfect ovation. He was presented with handsome silk nag by General John A. Sexton, Commander of the G. A. R.. in behalf of the order and the Columbia Post of Chicago. This Post, by the way. took the first step in erecting monument in Chicago over the Confederate soldiers buried there.
 Though intensely fond of horses. Mir. Moore stands for purity on the race track. and never goes to races himself. or has anything 10 QO W1Ln them. lie druentiy loves akhorse because he is a horse, and the noblest of Gods animals. but de- spises and deprecates the base purposes for which men. sometime use them It is one of his favorite sayings that eff men would pay half as much attention to their own pedigree as they do to their horses: we would soon have grander
 MT Moore is fond of out-of door sports. especially hunting. He loves nature for herself and is much interested in birds. T,. ,Aot.1l la 1aS Nrrrf book on birds and field flowers under his buggy seat; or thrown over the saddle when riding. He is an expert judge of all kinds of horses and often takes relax ation from his literary work in judging horses at the shows, in large cities, where his services are in demand. He will lstudge. at Atlanta and Nashville this fall. It Is said that he can pick the winner out of fifteen or twenty under the elec- tric lights on the tan bark in a ring | quicker than anybody. His Judgment Is | never questioned by the exhibitors, nor | do they demur at his decisions. as they are always just and awarded strictly on | merit.
 Now as to "A Summer Hymnal." The | story is taken entirely from life, in that l quaint old town Columbia, the home of President Polk, General Pillow and oth- CT celebrities.
 SThe town Is the very center of the fa- l nous Basin of Tennessee" the blue l grass region of that State. The scenery. pikes and surrounding country IS .,t today G,y I l soldiers will recognize the famous Mt l Pleasant pike. down which Hoods army fsmerched from Atlanta into Tennessee to
 end in the dread battles of Franklin and i Nashville. The historic St. Johns Church
 yard, in which Mir. Moore describes the
 poker game and the money hid in the | tomb, old soldiers will remember as the l church yard six miles from Columbia on | the Mt. Pleasant pike. looking so quiet l and restful that the gallant Pat Cleburne | raised his hat and said if he fell in the coming battle he wanted to be buried there. He was killed the next day. near l the Lreastworks at Franklin, and with
 bury and Cist, five field officers and as l brave men as ever drew sword for their 1 country's cause. Three of them, Cleburne,
 strahI and Grandpury' CT were buried r,t ts,n. tem, 1 since been removed to their native States | and monuments erected over them.
 | Concerning that part of the play of the story of "A Summer Hymnal," where the
 money was found in the tomb, MT. Moore says: ing that it is improbable that the money
 would be found under such circum-
 stances. But do you know that this
 f' ife itselfs In faet 0G1 tRis T instance @ that l really happened, caused me to write the l story. It seems that away back in the
 forties that in the old State bank at Co., | lumbia, young man who belonged to l one of the best families Of the town was cashier. It was customary in these days | for the cashier to keep the bulk of the l money in a secret drawer under his chair l he sat in by his desk window, and only a l fine steel key of a special make would l fit the drawer. One day the bank was robbed of a large sum of money, and the cashiers story was that while tempora- I rily i'll, he crossed the street to drug store for few moments, and on his re-
 that 1t was so improbable that he did not | expect the people to believe his story, | and they didn't. Shortly afterwards the
 cashier committed suicide, being unable | strange thing happened. townsman | who lived near the old cemetery on the
 blum overlooking Duck River, was going | 70 church Sunday morning ana heard
 hen cackling in an old-fashioned stone | pox tomb. Going over. he found nest Tn the tomb. and, pushing back the fiat top to get the eggs, he discovered that
 the hen had made her nest in a hatfulI of | twenty dollar bills. It proved to be the
 stoien money, and the character of the
 dead cashier was cleared too late. It Is
 supposed that the thief, fearing detection If he tried to pass the old State bills or
 eise 1 sSn enee-stricken, hid them there. |"
 nous ride iee d9Mn 5,1e tbd said i M9rjoTies fa
 MT. Moore laughed well. I suspect
 did send that mare a merry clip. but
 my oiood was up. and had as much | anybody else There was Browning. for instancSi GHta SsEI whose %-. ballad of How the | STOou NCWS as carried to Ghent |" Is the finest ballad. in my opinion,
 in the English language And vet horse.
 men know that it would be a physical
 impossibility for any horse to have made
 that night run without a moments rest
 for, as Shakespeare said, it is inc mace
 that kills Browning used to laugh and
 say he wrote 1t one morning without anI,
 historical data at all for it and inst ha-
 cause he wanted to see a good horse race
 Then there was John Ridd's glorious. but
 impossible. strawberry roan mare in
 Lorna Doone and General Sheridan's
 famous charger. who came from Win
 chester twenty miles away in time to
 stop an army rout Now, nothing yexes
 me more than to hear people say that
 Winchester was only five or six miles
 away and Buchanan Reeds poem was all
 myth. They might, with equal truth. say
 the same of Homer's. Why spoil in any
 way a legend of pretty. romance with
 cold-bIooded sentiment killing facts?
 It's sentiment at last that rules the
 world from the cradle to the altar and
 even Oto the shadowy stars. There is no
 man II pity and abhor so much as the
 cadavorous. unsentimental fellow who is
 always standing around trying to spoil a
 good story with commonplace, every
 day facts that he keeps up his sleeves.
 They never create, but tear down. Like
 the Wingless Australian bird they can't
 even get of the ground. They do not
 know that the poets dream of today is
 next century's facts. l like glorious
 Henry Grady's saying, Give me few
 facts and plenty of elbow room ia
 But Morjorie?"
 I "Oh, yes Mor1orfe was my mare. ' bred and reared her. I owned her dam
 and rode her for ten years I owned the