The National tribune., 1902-01-23

so, there's where George W aShlngton
lived he mused. looking at the cleaning
white portieo and columns. George had
Troubles of his own. in his day, but moth
ing like Abraham I.incoln's. The slavery
question hadn't come up, then
The Deacon started in to be social
with his w-paSSengers.
. There was first the square jawed, black
eyed little Captain. who had charge OF
the squad of drafted men and substitutes
"A gentle-manncTcd. sOft-vOiCed man, Of
whom those touGhs had become deSTer-
ately afraid before he had been a halliday
in command Tie always spoke rather ap-
pealing to them, but had promptly shot
through the head the first man who had
refused to obey an order given him in n
gentle tone. One of his arms had been
disabled in battle. but the other was mar
vclously quick with the revolver. and he
wasted no time III threats. He had been
wounded before Atlanta. and with other
convalescents Of his regiment, was return
ing to their cOlOrS.
The Deacon, with the cnuntTyman's
usual talent for discovering all about his
neighbOrs, found ont that lie had been Il
clerk before the war, and was studying
for the ministry. and had license from
the Methodist Church to preach wien he
should be mustered out.
There was a morose-looking Scotchman.
Lieutenant Colonel of regiment of Flor
ltlt IulOHiSlS, W ub siPpttItN bti htth HAth
Il book of pOlemic theology in his hand. in
which he appeared much more interested
than in the wonderful scenery. His sober
mien and the religious book at once at
tracted the Deacon. but the latter had
met his advances Sourly, and after coldly
answering several of his questions abrupt
ly inquired what church the Deacon be-
longed TO.
Regular Baptist"
"a nest of rank scismatics' said the
LieutenantCOlOn opening his book, and
turning away.
Col Dumgilkie is q character" said
Capt. Seabury. noticing the rcpulse, and
coming up 10 the Deacon. Il sometimes
think he does not care Il Ig for the Union
o. slavery, or the other issues of the war,
and only sided with the Union because ev-
erybody else down there in Florida where
he was was for secession. Nothing that
he seems to dislike SO much as TO agree
with those around him. and nothing that
he likes so much us to get into q religious
controversy. He * alwys wanting 10
jump me on Free Will and Falling from
Grace, but / have too much 10 do with
practical Christianity to care for his met
aphysicS. But he is Il splendid soldier and
lighter, all the same He's happy when
he's out at the head of detachment after
gucrrills to make them feel the wrath of
God. He'll 20 on for days without meat,
drink. or sleep. to come up with them"
Then there came UP a large. red-faced
Englshman. dressed in q suit of broad
plaids conspicuously large and ill-fitting.
He wore small felt hat on the top of
his scsnty light hair, had ON eyeglasses,
carried field glass in a strap over his
shoulder, and slender. tightly-rOlled UNI
brella in his hand. The bottoms of his
pantaioOns were turned up to the depth Of
two inches above his large brOad-sOIed
Gbgas His Inns Tftrioj with a aI
lis projecting teeth, as he glanced around
the landscape.
We've just passed Mt. Vernon, the
home of the Father of his Country" said
the Deacon, by way of scraping an ac-
qualntance, in impairment of interesting
information. Look back. You can see
it yet" E
Wat the bloody II do Hi want to see
Mt. Vernon for:' grOwled the Englishman,
getting out black pipe, and proceeding
to fill it with dog-leg. ''Ome Of man
who hought'ye been 'anged ten times
hover; 'anged for being bloody rebel
against is King; 'ansed for living hin
such beastly country as this; 'anged for
breaking this country away from Hing
land, and losing hits honly chance for be-
ing decent: 'anged for making the Hamer-
leans so blasted himpudent that there's
no living with the beggarS."
If you don't like this country, why
don't you go back to your own?' asked
the Deacon hotly. Nobody asked you
to come. and there's no law against your
leaving"
Hi never wanted to come to the
bloody country roared the Engiishman,
striking a match on the basement of his
trousers. Never wanted to lay heyes on
the bcaStly States hespecially while there
was Il bloody fracas that you call q war
going on. You're hOnly getting your de-
serts-getting paid up for your beastly
rebellion against the Mother Country. Hi
hOnly 'ope that you'll go hon until you've
killed all both sides hoff. Then there'H
be some chance of peace hin the world"
why do you stay here a minute? Why
don't you strike for the next steamer to
take you back? You're certainly not
wanted here, yOu bull-headed beef-eater,"
said the Deacon, irately.
''Oh. Hi 'ad to run over ere to look
halter some of hour cotton those bOunc-
ing Generals of yours ave been seizing
halong the coast replied Mr.. Higgin-
bottom, entirely ignoring the DeacOns
warmth: hand then | card that bloody
bru1iSer. Sherman, 'ad gObbled several
thousand bales down hat Savannah.
Ell of General, e is. e couldn't be a
Sergeant hin the Hinglish harmy. But
any bloody fool can get n commission in
this rag-tag, bOb-tail harmy," and he
glanced COntemptuOusly at the Scotch
mans shoulderstraps. The Scotchman
shifted the chance for n row. closed his
book. and walked over alertly to take up
the gauntlet.
Somehow our rag-tag and bob-tail
have managed to knock the spots out Of
your English army whenever they've had
a chance ut EN- answered the Deacon.
"Of course, it's Il good deal to expect
an Englishman in trade to know any
thing in particular" sarcaStcally observed
Lieut. Col. Dumgilkie, but even one in
The cottoE-spinning trade ought to have
and Yorktown"
"Ah, some beastly little skirmishes
that You parade as if they were real bat
ties, like Blenheim and Waterloo
''All the same. we Americans got away
with a whole British army at each one of
them
You Hamcricans. you renegade"
roared Mr.. HigginbOttom. COW long
ave you been hout of sight of the
scratching-post hat Hcdinburg? 'Ow long
since yOu were singing praises to the good
Dock of Hargylc, for putting up n post
where you could scratch yourselves? What
ave you done with your bowl of hitch
hointment? Hill lay pound that hif
You were searched British protection pa
pears d be found hon you"
NO British protection for me-" re-
turned Lieut.-COl. Dumgilkie Como0sedly.
''As soon as | was old enough to under
stand the blaSphemy of mere carnal NOR
tails claiming to be heads of churches.
foreswOre all allegiance to or connection
with the woman who is at the head Of the