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honorable mention. and recommend you
for promotion TO I. commission in the Me-
chancs and Engineers"
They're well-named the Sapheads,"
grumbled Wash Lambert. "A no-account-
er set of wood-butchers and irois-spoilers
w, never struck than some Of them are"
''Well, / recollect those Michigan Me
chanics and Engineers stood off old Joe
Wheeler in great shape, down there at
Lavergne," suggested ST. Infantry
couldn't have done it better"
That's sO.'' admitted Wash. But
them Michigan boys are good. all-around
wherever you find 'em. They are soldiers,
rs we'll as mechanics. They didn't en-
list to keep out of the army. but to get
in
"a life on the ocean wave, home on
the rolling deep" sang Shorty. Where
the scattered waters rave, and the winds
their vigils keep. If this wind keeps its
vigils-I don't know what vigil means,
but it is n good word-it'll land us right
over on the other side. among the boys"
His jubilation was cut short by the
sharp shrek of shell from the rebel
cannon on the left-hand side. and which
came so close overhead that everybody
invountarily ducked his head.
stop that. That amt fair" shouted
Shorty. Its against the rules of tine
game We amt no ironclad."
Take her cool, boys" 81 cncOura ged
them, after a glance in the direction of
the cannon. Wen he out of range in
another minute, before they can load
again.
1t was tiresome work for the human
masts. however. holding out the blankets
at arms length against Il strong gale. and
81 organized relief, he and Shorty and
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Crossing Lynch's Creek.

Comrade f. f. Brown, Co II, ID Iowa.
Onslaw, Iowa. does not remember the af-
fair mt Lynch's Creek, $. c.. exactly as
John w. Blume, Goth Ind. whose com
munication recently appeared i'll The Ma
tional Tribune Comrade Brown thinks
that the water was Just as cold as Com
rade Blume says it was, but he objects to
the statement regarding the brush with
the Johnnies, after the stream had been
crossed. He also says that Col. Viewer
was not in command of the I'd at that
time, as he had been promoted To Briga-
dier-General and \. Il. Howard had been
commissioned Colonel to succeed him. AT
ter crossing the stream" Comrade Brush
says, ''the regiment was assigned tC
picket duty, and went out on the road to
where it divided. forming a Y. Some of
the companies followed the road to the
right; Company ii took the road to the
left, forming picket line and advancing
cautiously. After going about three
fourths of mile, the boys heard the clat-
ter of hoofs on the road ahead, and soon
two mules came dashing toward us, their
riders using the whip freely. We tried to
stop the mules, and one SHE'D, throwing
its rider; the other passed on, carrying the
rider into our main. lines. The man who
had been thro.-n soon recovered conscious
ness, and we learned that he and his COM
panion were two of .Shermans bummers'
who had crossed the creek ahead of us in
search of food. They had discovered n
party Of rebel cavalry and We're making
their escape, when they ran into us. We
remained on picket until shutdown. then
crossed to the other road, where the re-
mainder Of the regiment was stationed,
and where wa found a battery posted on
small elevation. and commanding the
road for some distance ahead. We re-
manned there two nights, then moved to-
ward Cheraw."
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thing else with her." said ST, composedly.
There's nothing to do but stay in her
and take what comes. You might as well
make up your minds to that. You come
on this boat with your eyes OPEN"
The rebels brought forward another
gun, of longer range, but still its shells
fell short of the choppers.
The boat was caught in an eddy and
began to actually go backward. and to-
ward the left-hand shore. which caused
ST and Shorty to look despairing, and
Wash Lambert to roar profanely, with
his choicest objurgations.
Great Scott! she's begun to swing right
over to the rebel side. and no amount of
hot air seems to be able to stop her" re-
marked 81. Il feel enough like swearing,
too. but the effect amt encouraging
Burning Cotopayi," groaned Wash
Lambert; why did we ever get caught in
such trap as this? Why didn't we have
sense enough to find canoe. and bring
it along? Then we could've got off, or
towed her. or done something. OF all
the mullet-heads that were ever spawned.
| think we're the dumbest''
Their dilemma was being noticed by
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PAST Department Commander L. Coe
Young, died at his home in Binghamton,
\. Y. June Il, aged 80. He was Com
mander of the Department of New York
in 1880. and also served in the New York
Assembly. During the rebellion he per-
sonally captured two Confederate battle
flags. and one of them he returned to the
Georgia regiment from which he cap
tured it. when making speech at that
regiments Reunion % years after the
battle.
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At its recent Annual Encampment the
Department Of West Virginia. q. y. r..
unanimously adopted the following resolu-
ton:
Whereas the Department of West Vir-
ginia has never been recognized by the Sc
lection of one Of its members as a Ma
tional officer, we place in nomination Com
rade S. T. Shaw for Junior Vice Com
mander-in-Chief, and indorse his candi-
dacy''
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The Last War HorSe.

Comrade ]. \. Brace, Co. c. 10th Pa.
Wesleyvilie. Pa. sends 4 photograph of
"Old Ned" ard sets up the claim that
he was the last war herSe. 'Old Ned
was captured from Gen. Early's army.
near Fort Stevens. ID. c., in 1864. and at
that time was said by experts to have
been nine years old. Serg't Frank Craw-
ford. Co. G.. 18th Pa. secured the animal,
and after. the war took him to North
Erie Co., Pa. where he died in 1
the age of A.
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IT WILL be noticed that the Assistant
Secretary of the Interior is still reversing
the Commissioner of Pensions on queS
tons of law and evidence. But it must
be kept in mind that there are cases which
have come up from the Evans admins
tratiOn. There is probably $4,000 or IT,,
600 cases-a year or two's work-Of ap-
pealS from Evans
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can be no question that more men were
killed Immediately around Fredericks-
burg than in any other similar area on
earth, in all the 6,000 years that men
have been fighting battles.
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Ex-Governor and Past Department
Commander Robbie, of Maine. is being
mentioned for Commander Chief. and
it is urged that it has been Il long time
since New England has had a Comnan-
der-inC Chief. and Maine never.
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THE will of the late Gen. Chas. II. T.
Coils bequeaths to the Grant Monument
Association my two regimental flags, to
be used by them. and deposited in the
tomb of my old commander, Gen. L. S.
Grant"
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Patience-Have you seen the new
Spring color? 1t is called Messenger
Boy"
Patrice-What q funny name!
Patience-Not at all! It's warranted
not to run.
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Office: ase Pennsylvania Avenue N. w.

WASHINGTON. D. c., JUNE 90, 1902.
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\ trooper who saw service in South
Africa says that at one time on the
march the biscuits gave out, and the
soldiers were served with flour.
What job we had baking it! Four
of us generally put our flour together
and took turns in cooking.
"You'vc got it too wet" one would
say-"far too wetr'
ut would taste just as WE'LL" said
another, IF you dispensed with some
of the dirt you're mixing with it."
There came arguments about the heat
of the fire.
Its too hot"'
Its not hot cnoughw
you must put ashes on the top
first"
After the paste was baked it looked
like piece of hardened mud. If any of
us had eaten the same thing at home,
it would have stopped every working
organ in our bodies. Perhaps the out
door life gave us an ability to digest
anything.
Some of the fellows who could not
find any fat to anoint the ball of dough
used the dublin we had for cleaning
our saddles. If we baked big cake to
last for three or four days, we had
nothing large enough to carry it in but
our horses noscbags, and after it had
been two or three days in a nosebaS
it was as appctizing as Il brickbat and
might have been utilized as steam
hammer.
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1t is scarcely credible that so faithful
servant and 50 good Il courticr rs
John Brown of EalmUral could ever de-
libcratcly have kept his sovereign wait
ing, but the London Taller relates an
anccdotc which shows that he had Il
very human side.
Brown was very fond of fishing. and
one day when he had Il fine salmon on
his hook there came Il message from
the castle on Decsidc desiring his pres
cncc at once. Queen Victoria was go
ing for her afternoon drive, and it was
Browns duty to attend her. as he al
ways did, sitting in the rumble of the
carriage.
"Tcll her majesty that I'll be there
quickly" he said.
But the salmon was strong and
could not be landed at once. Another
and more urgent message reached him.
'"Tell her majesty that have a salm-
on on, but I'll be in in few minutes"
Still the salmon held out and third
and imperative command arrived.
'"Tell her majesty" shouted Brown.
''that it's not possible for me to leave
without the salmon"'
Nor did he. But whether the queen
knew enough of fishing and fishermen
to appreciate the circumstances is not
told
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Hugo Did Not Hurry,

From the late Jules Simon's postum
nous work, The Evening of My Life"
comes vivid little sketch of one of his
contemporaries who played an even
more prominent part in French history
as well as in letters than NJ. Simon
himself.
On Dec. 4, 1852, after the victory of
Louis Napoleon, when Paris was turn
ed upside down by the populacc, Simon
was in the midst of fight on the bou-
levards near the Panorama. He and Il
friend, a deputy named Crepu, We're
constantly driven away and as regular
ly returned. Cannon were fired close to
them. Victor Hugo, meeting them, ask
ed with fierce republicaniSm and mag
niticent cgotism:
"If | got killed in the Quarter Latin,
do you think it would stir the students
to rcvoltT"
81 do not doubt that it would" Simon
replied.
Victor Hugo silently wrung his hand
and went down the Rue Niviennc.
ado you think he will get himself
killed. Crepu asked.
"IIc is sincere" answered Simon.
"but it is long way to the Quarter
Latin
BY taking the longest route Hugo
further provided against the possibility
of his discretion being ou1run by his
zeal
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| seemed to stand alone in the uni
verse, alone with the earth and sky;
doubly alone since had lost my faith.
1t seemed such a little thing that l
had asked for, and he had not seen fit
to grant it. Perhaps he had not heard.
Perhaps he had been engaged in lis
tening to some one else, or, tired of con-
tinual petitioning, bending an inatten-
tive ear he had not quite caught the
drift of my remarks. And l thought
had made them so plain. I had repeat
| cd them so often that they We're like
refrain. | had got myself to sleep
waIcful nights repeating them. After
all. it may have been that l had wea.
ricd him.
Yes. that was it. l had wearicd him.
If we ask and ask and our prayer is
not granted. we must say to ourselves:
"ThiS thing upon which we have set
our hearts is not what we should have
| had. Granted. it would possibly have
| been harmful to us: it might have
made us i'll, as too many sweetmeats
do Il child
But | knew that this thing | had ask
| ed for would have been good for me.
| 1t was what | needed to swcCtcn my
| life. to ward off bitterness, distrustful-
ness, to preserve my faith. to keep the
unshcd tears from falling back upon
| my heart and rusting it,
BESIDES. | was fcotsore with walking
on thorns. | wanted to walk little
while on flowers.
Hiding myself like Il wounded ami
nal, l looked blanlily out on a blank
world. BY and by it filled with the
| grinning faces of my enemies, thanked
| ny the faces of my friends, who out
| Wardly hcmoancd my defeat while their
| hearts lcaped glccfuIy.
I pressed my teeth into my lips until
| they bled. picturing the faces of my
| friends.
\ maid knocked at the door
"Will you have lunch?' she asked,
| for it was early in the morning that
| had received the blow.
NO" | answered.
Later on came another knock.
"Will you nave dinnor?"
ono" l replied. Il want nothing.
am ILL.,"
Strong and well of body, but sick at
| heart,
Twilight came. Shadows fell. From
| across TIE street lamps flashed yellow
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every step 1 had taken over that sad
old road as well as l did; knew it by
the track of tears if nothing else.
What if the words held something of
upbraiding? An earthly father for
gives the waywardness OF a child. He
should have forgiven me, particularly
since he knew my life.
For some months watched and wait.
cd, repeating my prayer morning, noon
and night. | fed on hope. | saw my
self famous and, what was better still,
out Of the reach of want. My enemies
who had doubted my ability bowed at
my feet. In their hearts was hatred.
but upon their faces were smiles. SO
what mattcrcd the hatred?
At length | was satisfied | APP
preached as nearly as it is possible to
approach to human happiness.
This was how it happened that when
the blow fell l was utterly uuprepared,
utterly. Some one knocked, opened
my door and handed me the parcel.
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The CarnatiOn.

In its original state the carnation was
a five petal flower about one inch in
diameter, in color a light pink, though
1t was sometimes seen in mauve
shade. The carnation of the present
day is the product of careful hybridiza-
ton, as Il result of which the size OF
the flower not only has increased to a
marked degree, but it has been filled
with petals, something like hundred
being seen in single choice specimen.
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:Me STORY
OF A 5
DREAM )
By ZOE ANDERSON g
) NORRIS -.
FTERWARD, in putting away
Copyright, 1901, by
Zoe Anderson Norris

n FTERWARD, in putting away
IA her fans, her miniature, bits
"a of tCwelry she had worn and Il
few delicate old laccs for re-
membrancc, they found among the
scraps of manuscripts in her desk this
story of a dream:
The veil separating this world and
the next is wonderfully thin-so thin
that now and again it blows aside and
reveals visions. If some one else We're
TO declare that this thing happened, l
should say they exaggerated or ut the
very least that they imagined it; but,
since it occurred to me- | know it to be
true
This is not a love story, not fiction
that those who desire to read fiction
would do well to pass it by.
Religion is inherited. Descended
from hundred Wears, you naturally
find yourself imbued with faith in the
Deity they worshiped, even as the
Hindoo, sprung from generations of
idol worshiping Hindoos, salaams sub.
missively at the feet of idols.
/ am descended from n hundred vic
hrs. Their work Is all there in the
British museum. / have read their
sermons, beautiful sermons. redolent Of
holy lives, written in early English,
published by order of kings.
Naturally, then, L had faith.
With their religion l inherited some
little of their ability to write, for, after
all, most things are Il simple matter of
inheritance.
I wrote fairly successful sketches,
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"ncd. Tie light Of the WIZ you nave
lamps grew brighter. iu"e'''
Lying still, ny eyes wide open.
surveyed lay life. behind me lay inky
| blackncSS. pcored into the future
| 1t was h.ackcr st.il.
l turned on my pillow. 1t was wet
with tears
Suddenly tire light lickcrcd and went
out. Then | knew it was past mid
| night, long past.
Would never sleep?
commercial as usual, to count. The
wonder If it was that had not worn
out those numbers counting them night
after night, night after night They
failed to WOO slumbcr. Ny thoughts
wandered away to my Woe
| watched sheep Ieaplug hedges.
fell to counting ducks swimming in
| endless rows. BY every imaginable
fuse | endeavored to court sleep-to no
avail
Mechanically my lips framed the
words Of my father: II am tired Let
| me die
At the first streak OF dawn. all Other
| efforts failing, | commenced. almost
unconSciously, to repeat the psalm that
had got me to sleep in the days before
| had lost my faith.
"The Lord is my shepherd, l shall
| not want | said aloud, though the
words seemed now to have lost all
| their significance.
lie leadeth me beside the still wa.
tiers; he restorcth my soul. He restor-
| eth my soul
HE restoreth my SOUL said once
more, with languid insistence, wavered
| for Il moment between wakefulneSs
! and sleep, then fell asleep
Instantly entered dreamland the
earth frightened Walking drowsily
over those flowers l had longed for, |
| approached a tall figure with averted
| CAGE. Presently he turned Lis face full!
| lpon me. 1t was radiant as the face
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Wonderingly | open
cd it, read the cour-
tcously wordcd note
it con tanned and
then sank upon my
knees, not crying out.
not weeping. but dull.
stricken, only half
comprchending, blank
ly amazed.
When thetruth burst
upon me, Il sudden
sense of isolation took
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Of an angel. 1t was the face of an
angel. l recognized it. 1t was my
father.
There is Il picture in the National
gallery forget by whom, but it be-
longs, | think, to the BolCEnose school.
1t is the picture of Mary, his mother,
and two angels bearing up the body Of
thc dead Christ.
The face of Mary and that of one of
the angels are tear stained, the lids are
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to submit Il collection of such sketches
AlOng a special line
l did so.
Then | fell to dreaming dreams.
So |, too, would have my work there
In the British museum side by side
with that of all those Wears. my an
cestors; with that of my father. Mine
could not compare with theirs. which
was deep, learned, much of it difficult
translations from the original Greek.
the best translation of all being that Of
my father; but they would be side by
side.
l scarcely remembered his face eX-
cept by his picture, which | carried
about with me always. He died when
/ was Il mere child. | was the only
one out of his large family who inherit
ed his ability to write. | was proud of
that-too proud, it seemed.
Reverently | stood before the great
index book at the museum which CON
tanned his name. | had his sermons
brought to my desk-eXqusite sermons.
delicatcly worded, masterpieces Of
style, but sad, sad. His life had not
been happy one. ! knew that, youn"
as | was at the time of his death Once
they left me to watch at his bedside.
flaming. His eyes were closed. but his
lips moved, murmuring half uncon-
sciously: Il am tired. Let me die"
l must have heard many of his
words, but those are the only ones
that remained with me.
Every night then | said my little
prayer. | talked quite openly with the
Great Being who holds our lives in the
palm of his hand; not too long for fear
of WCarying. but cOnGdingly.
And yet if he listens at all. he never
wearics. His interest never flags. lie
takes heed OF our trivial aud innumcr-
able tales OF woe with the same UNI
Tagging patience with which an earth
ly father hcariCns to the fearful BAH
bling of al Infant over the broken fin
ger of her doll
Still how is it possible for him to
listen calmly to our supplications when
he knows all the time that he hasn't
the rCmotcSt idea of granting them:
That is something | find it impossible
to understand. \ child may turn the
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WhCn Tie JOY OF lie Sat long look
ebbcd low and despair ing at that
grimly doggedmy foot i''oe
steps | have gone into the gallery and
sat long looking at that face.
The dream face of my father was
like it. He smiled upon me. Coming
forward, he took me in his arms and
held me to him. He was silent: but,
lying close in his embrace, l felt what
it was he wished to say:
Nothing matters. Whatever happens
IN this little span of life we are set to
live it is not worth grieving about; it
is not worth a sigh, it is not worth Il
tear.
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etchingS, studies from
The life - in other
words, pot boilers.
Encouraged, l sub
mitted them to Il pub
fisher for reproduc-
lion in book form.
Hardly expecting sue
cess, | was cnraptur-
ed with the decision
of the reader. 1t was
complimentary. lie
compared my work
with that of a noted
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Every night of waif from my child
then l said my hood 7 lola hin,
little prayer ~
planning as if he had
never heard of me before. Never in
all my life have | even so much as
touched the hem Of the garment of
happiness. But grant this prayer, and
l shall be satisfied. Fame is poor
substitute for happiness, but / will
make it do. Give it to me-"
1t may have been an ofrense to COM
plain. Perhaps | should have passed
over the unhappiness of my life. In all
probability | should have alluded to IL
as of little account, at any rate as lived
and done with and therefore hardly
worth mentioning.
But If he knows all things he knew
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parental tide in his
favor by tears, by
supplications, but no
matter how bitterly
we weep, no matter
how agoniZingly we
supplicate, our path
way is mapped out
for us, and we must
walk therein.
Il have been Il sort
Of W1if from NV child
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JcrOfuLa

Few are entirely free from it.
1t may develop SO slowly as 20 cause
little if any disturbance during the whole
period OF Childhood
1t may then produce irr2guiarity Of tho
stomach and bowels, dyspepsia, catarrh,
and marked tendency to consumption
before manifesting itself in much cutaneous
eruption or glandular swelling.
1t is best 10 be sure that you are quite
free from it, and for its complete eradica-
ton you can rely On
floods gGs;sGp0riIl0
The best of all medicines fer all humors.
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red with weeping, the
mouths are drawn and
pitiful. But the face
of that other angel.
How shall | describe
1t? SorroWful, yet
tranquil; peaceful with
the patience of grief,
yet radiant with hope,
it brcathcS holiness.
Often on drcary days
when the joy of life
ebbcd low and despair
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to submit Il collection of such sketches
along a special line
did ca
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~ FL e% Ss:, s., Il @5% .ss: s and a..
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-07-25
Ed Adack Wins oIympfan Stakes.

CHICAGO, July 24.-Ed Adack, looked
upon as cheap selling platter. won the
Olympian selling stakes at Harlem to-
day. Artena was second and Col Bal
lantyne third. Ed Adack was hardly
conceded chance, being at odds of 10
to L in the betting, but he showed a,
marvellous turn of speed, set all the pace
and won unexpectedly by nearly three
lengths. The stake was worth $l,750 to
the winner. Only four of the eight
original starters finished in the steeple-
chase, and of these Falella was about the
only one that did not meet with some
misfortune. Falella won by short head
from Helen Paxton, the IL to 5 favorite
seventh, were the only favorites that
won the other events going to second
CHOICES and outsiders in the betting.
Weather clear and cool; track still slow
but improving fast