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stoop1ngs. The quest was but too OBJ
vious. And even as Franklin gazed,
uncertain and unable to escape. it
seemed apparent that the two had
found that which they had sought The
girl, slightly in advance, ran forward
few PAGES, paused and then ran
back. "Oh. there! there!" she cried.
And then the older woman took the
girls head upon her bosom. With
barred head and his own hand at his
eyes, Franklin hurried away, hoping
himself unseen, but bearing indelibly
pictured on his brain the scene of
which he had been witness. He wanted
to cry out, to halt the advancing col
umns which would soon be here. to
tell them that they must not come
upon this field, made sacred by such
woe.
Near the intrenchment where the
bitter close had been, and where there
was need alike for note of triumph
and forgetfulress, the band major mar
shaled his music, four deep and forty
strong, and swung out into the anthem
of the flag. The head of the column
broke from the last cover of the wood
and came into full sight at the edge
of the open country. Thus there came
into view the whole panorama of the
field, dotted with the slain and with
those who sought the slain. The
music Of triumph was encountered by
the concerted voice of grief and woe.
There appeared for tn, feet of this
army not mere road, mere battle
field, but ground sacred, hedged high
about, not rudely to be violated.
But the band major was a poet, a
great man. There came to him no
order telling him what he should do.
but the thing was in his soul that
should be DONE There came to him.
waited from the field of sorrow, note
which was command, voice which
sounded to him above the voices of
his own brasses, above the tapping of
the kettledrums. A gesture of com
mand, and the music ceased absolute
y A moment, and it had resumed.
The forty black horses which made
up this regimental band were the pride
of the division. Four deep, forty
strong, with arching necks, with fore
feet reaching far and dropping softly.
each horse of the famous cavalry band
passed on out upon the field of Louis-
burg with such carriage as showed it
sensible of its mission. The reins lay
loose upon their necks. but they kept
step to the music which they felt
Forty horses paced slowly forward,
keeping step. Forty trumpeters. each
man with his right hand aloft. hold
ing his instrument, his left hand at mis-
side. bearing the cap which he had re-
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CHAPTER lII-Continued.

In this part of the wood the dead
were mingled from both sides of the
contest, the faded blue and the faded
gray sometimes scarce distinguishable.
Then there came a thickening of the
gray, and in turn, as the traveller ad-
vanced toward the fences and abattis.
the Northern dead predominated,
though still there were many faces yell
low-pale, dark-framed.
Franklin passed over the abattis.
over the remaining fences, and into
the intrenchments where the final
stand had been. The dead lay thick,
! among them many who were young.
Franklin stock looking out over the
fields, in the direction of the town.
And there he saw a sight fifty to be
called the ultimate horror of all these
things horrible that he had seen.
Over the fields of Louisburg there
came fearful sound, growing, rising,
falling, stopping the singing and the
twitter of the birds. Across the land
there came a horrible procession, ad-
vancing with short, uncertain, broken
pauses-a procession which advanced
paused, halted, broke into groups; ad-
vanced, paused, stopped, and stopped !;
procession which came with wall
| ings and bitter cries, with wringing
| of hands, with heads now and then
laid upon the shoulders of others for
support; procession which stopped
I uncertainty, horribly. 1t was the wom-
en- of Louisburg coming to seek their
slain-a sight most monstrous most
| terrible, unknown upon any field of
civilized war, and unfit to be tolerated
even in the thought! 1t is for men,
who SOW the fields of battle, to attend
also to the reaping.
Franklin stood at the inner edge of
! the earthworks, half hidden by little
clump of trees. He saw approaching
him, slowly but almost in direct line,
two figures, an older lady and a girl.
They came on, as did the others. al
ways with that slow. searching atti-
tude, the walk broken with pauses and
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Tried to Pull Her Tongue Out.

Jacob Gittel, of Southington, Conn,
is in trouble. AS a matter of fact the
gentleman has been in trouble for
years. His wife is one of these un-
bearable nuisances which the Puri-
tans used to hold under the town
pump-a village gossip He has tried
every argument and used every threat
to induce her to cease her chatter
and let him sleep o nights. but in
vain. Driven finally to desperation.
he determined to put a stop for good
and all to her incessant talk by pull
ing her tongue out. The cure would
have been heroic but effective. But,
weakened as he was by his loss of
sleep and by the continued strain on
his nervous system, the unfortunate
husband had not the strength to hold
his wife with one hand while he per-
formed the operation with the other.
She got away and complained to the
authorities. The result is that, while
everybody sympathizes with him, the
husband Is in Jail and the woman ID
still talking
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AN ALASKA ROMANCE.
What Came Of Long Journey for 4
Sheet Of Music.


A report from Alaska says that a
Mckenzie river Indian maid heard a
prospector in the Alaskan wilds sing
ing the familiar song, I'm the Good
Old Summer Time" The Indian girl
determined to know that song.
The result was that the chief Of the
tribe sent caravan 1000 miles to
Dawson City in the Klondike to get
the song for the maid.
On the way to Dawson the caravan
discovered new pass through the
Rocky mountains, which shortened the
trail fror. the Indian village in the
interior to Dawson by 300 miles. Be
fore starting for the camp on the
banks Of the great river of the North
the warriors in the caravan heard that
there was a meat shortage in Dawson
amounting almost to a famine. In go
Ing through the new pass the Indians
discovered a herd of caribou, most OF
which they slaughtered. The carcasses
were packed to point near Dawson
and the meat famine relieved.
The Indian girl thus seems to be the
cause of the shortening of the perilous
route to the coast and the cause of re-
plenishing the larder. She was well re-
membered by the hardy miners in the
gold camp.
In the Good Old Summer Time"
will be one of the Christmas carols to
be Cung in the Indian village during
;the holidays.
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tle Did Not Mote.

The motor cyclist was careerine
down the remote country hillside al
speed which would have made Sur
rey policeman chortle with glee. Sud
denly there was Al report, Chi
nese-puzzle view of a motor-cyclist
and his machine. and then both repos
ed in a roadside ditch. each consider
ably the worse for the experience.
Help! cried the motor-cyclis.; and
in response to the cry a farm laborer
hurried out from a field near by.
For an instant he gazed at the strug
Cling mass in the ditch, particularly
focusing his vision upon the still re-
volving wheels of the cycle, the like
of which, as he explained afterwards
he had never seen before. Then he
grabbed big stone.
Tell me where to hit her." he
shouted. land I'll dash her brains
out t!"-London Answers.
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The -ent in which Col BattersIeigh
was now writing was an old one,
yellow and patched in places. In size
it was similar to that of the bedroom
In New York, and its furnishings were
much the same. A narrow bunk held
bed over which there was spread o
sihs-e blanket 1t was silent in the
tent, save for the scratching of the
writer's pen: so that now and then
there might easily have been heard a
faint rustling of paper indeed, this
Tustling was caused by the small Ieet
of the prairie mice which now and
then ran over the newspaper which
lay beneath, the blanket. Batters-
lelghs table was again a rIde one,
manufactured from a box. The Wis
iDle seats were also boxes. two or
three in number. Upon one of these
sat Battersleish. busy at his writing
Occasionally he gazej out upon
sweet blue sky, unfretted by any
cloud. His eye crossed sea of faint
ly waving grasses. The liquid call of
a mile-high mysterious plover came to
him. In the line of vision from the
tent door there could be seen no
token of human neighborhood. nor
could there be heard any sound of
human life. The canvas house stood
alone and apart. Battersleigh gazed
out of the door as he folded his letter.
Its grand, just grand he said And
so he turned comfortably to the feed
ing of his mice, which nibbled at his
fingers intimately, as had many mice
of many lands with Battersleigh
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BOOK III.
The Day of the Buffalo.
eattersleish of the RiIe Irish.
CHAPTER ~.

Eattersleigh of the Rile Irish.
Col. Henry Battersleigh sat in his
tent engaged in the composition OF a
document which occasioned him con-
cern. That Col. Battersleigh should
be using his tent as office and resi-
dence-for that such was the fact even
the most casual glance must have de-
termined-was for him a circumstance
offering no special or extraoI ,inary
features. His life had been spent un-
der canvas. Brought up in the pro-
fession of arms, SO long as fighting
and forage were good it had mattered
little to him in what cline he found
his home. He had fought with the
English in India, carried sabre in the
Austrian horse, and on his private ac
count drilled regiments for the Grand
Sultan, deep within the interior of a
country which knew how to keep its
secrets. When the American civil war
began he drifted to the newest scene
of activity as metal to a magnet
Chance sent him with the Union army
and there he found opportunity for a
cavalry command. "A gintleman like
Battersleigh of the Rile Irish always
rides" he said, and natural horseman
as well as trained cavalryman was Bat
tersleigh, tall, lean, fat-backed, and
martial even under his sixty admitted
years. 1t was his boast that no horse
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on earth could urseat him. Perhaps
none ever had-until he came to the
Plains.
For this was On the Plains. AS all
America was under canvas, it was not
strange that Col. Battersleigh should
find his home in a tent and that this
tent should be pitched upon the West
ern Plains. Not that he had gone di-
rectly to the West after the muster
ing out of his regiment. To the con-
trary, his first abode had been in the
city of New York, where during his
brief stay he acquired a certain ac-
quaintance.
What were the financial resources
of Battersleigh after the cessation of
his pay as cavalry officer not even his
best friends could accurately have
told. 1t was rumored that he was the
commissioner in America of the Lon
don Times. He was credited with
being a Fellow of the Royal Geo.
graphical Society. That he had his
tory no one could doubt who saw him
come down the street with his broad
hat, his sweeping cloak, his gauntlets,
his neatly vanished boots.
In reality Col. Henry Battersleigh
lived, during his city life, in small
very small room, up more than one
flight of stairs. This room. no
larger than a tent, was military in
its neatness. Battersleigh bachelor
and soldier, was in nowise forgetful
of the truth that personal neatness
and personal valor go well hand in
hand. The bed, very narrow one
had but meager covering, and during
the winter months it's single blanket
ratified to the touch. There's moth
ing in the world SO warm as news
papers, me boy" said Battersleigh.
Upon the table, which was box,
there was displayed always an inyari-
able arrangement. Col Battersleigh's
riding whip (without which he was
rarely seen in public) was placed
upon the table first. Above the whip
were laid the gauntlets, crossed at
sixty degrees. On top of whip and
gloves restel the hat, indented never
more nor less. Beyond these. the per-
sonal belongings of Battersleigh of
the Rile Irish were at best few and
humble. In the big city. busy with re.
viving commerce, there were few who
cared how Battersleigh lived. 1t was
vagrant wind of March that one day
blew aside the cloak of Battersleigh
as he raised his hat in salutation to
friend-a vagrant wind, cynical and
merciless, which showed somewhat of
the poverty with which Battersleigh
had struggled like q soldier and . gen.
tleman. Batterslefgh. poov and proud.
then went out into the West.
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CHAPTER v.
The Turning of the Road.

'HS vi lnC nOdO.
At the close of the war Can't. Ed
ward Franklin returned to shrunken
world. The little Illinois village
which had been his home no longer
served to bound his ambitions, but of
fered only mill-round of duties so
petty, horizon of opportunities so
restricted, as to cause in his mind
feeling of distress equivalent at times
to absolute adherence. The perspec-
tive of all things had changed. The
men who had once seemed great to
him in this little world now appeared
in the light of a wider judgment, as
they really were-small, boastful,
pompous, cowardly, deceitful, preten-
tious. Franklin was himself now a
man, and man graduated from that
severe and exacting school which so
quickly matured generation OF
American youth. AS his hand had
fitted naturally weapon, so his
mind turned naturally to larger things
than those offered in these long-tilled
fields of life. He came back from the
war disillusonized, irreverent, impa-
tient, and full of that surging fretful-
ness which fell upon all the land.
To this young man, ardent, ener-
getic, malcontent, there appeared the
vision of wide regions of rude, active
life, offering full outlet for all the
bodily vigor of man. and appealing
not less powerfully to his imagination.
This West-no man had come back
from it who was not eager to return
it again. For the weak and sloth-
tul it might do to remain in the older
communities, to reap in the ng-tilled
fields, but for the strong, for the
unattached, for the enterprising, this
unknown, unexplored. uncertain coun-
try offered a scene whose possibilities
made irresistible appeal. For two
years Franklin did the best he could
at reading law in country office.
Every time he looked out of the win
dow he saw q white-topped wagon
moving West. Men came back and
told him of this West. Men wrote let
ters from the West to friends who re-
NAMED in the East, Presently these
friends also, seized upon by some
vast impulse which they could not
control, in turn arranged their affairs
and departed for the West
Ito be continued)
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10000 Plants for 1ec.

This is a remarkable offeE the John
A. Salzer Seed Co., La CrSxse. Wis.
makes. They will send youStheir big
plant and seed catalog. together with
enough seed to grow
LOCO fine, solid Cabbages.
1000 delicious Carrots.
1000 blanching nutty Celery.
2,00G rich, buttery Lettuce.
,.G90 splendid Onions.
1000 rare. luscious Radishes-
1000 gloriously brilliant Flowers.
This great offer is made in order to
induce you to try their warranted seeds
for when you once plant them you
will grow no Others and
ALL FOR BUT 16c POSTAGE,
providing you will return this notice.
and if you will send them zoe in post
age. they will add to the above pack
age of the famous Berliner Cauliaower.
CIV. n. u
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The battle of Fort Stephenson,

The battle of Fort Stephenson
though not in itself a great battle, was
the first really brilliant effort of the
War Of 1872. The youth of the hero,
the disparity of numbers on the oppos-
ing sides, and the decisive triumph
leading directly to Perry's Victory on
Lake Erie and the Battle of the
Thames, aroused burst of enthusiasm
throughout the country. similar to
that which followed Dewey's ACHE ee-
ment few years ago.
The brevet rank of lieutenant-col-
onel was at once conferred upon Crog-
han; and later, by joint resolution of
Congress. a gold medal suitably in
scribed.-From George Croghan,
Hero!" in -Four Track News" for
January.
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How Patti Keeps Her Voice.

Adelina Patti. askedNto write in the
autograph album of well-known Buff
falo lover of music, penned these lines:
"A beautiful voice is the gift of
God"
And she added as she closed the
book: Il have kept my voice by spend
ing only the interest, never the prin-
cipal. Spend only the interest, never
the principal" she repeated. land you
have my secret. if it be one, for re-
tanning the voice. Buffalo Times.
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moved. rode on across the field of
Louisburg. The music was no longer
the hymn of triumph.
Softly and sadly, sweetly and sooth-
ingly, the trumpets sang a melody OF
other days, an air long loved in the
old-timc South. And Annie Laurie,
weeping heard and listened and wept
the more, and blessed God for her
tears.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09
Don't Rent a Farm-euyl

Colorado farmers can get good irri-
gated land, best of water rights, splen-
did crops, and pay about the usual
rental for the use of the land. In three
years they'll own it clear. The best
chance to get good farm ever offered
in the state. Write to-day to The
Colorado Bureau of immigration. Zeph
Chas. Felt, president, Majestic build
ing, Denver, Colorado.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09
Near End Of Famous Party,

William Collins of Albion. N. Y.
who assisted in the capture of John
Wilkes Booth. the assassin of Presi-
dent Lincoln. has become insane and
is confined in lunatic asylum. He
is the last survivor but one of the par
ty of twenty-five that started out from
Washington in pursuit of Booth after
the tragedy.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09
When Your Grocer aaxs

he does not have Defiance Starch, you may
be sure he is afraid to keep it until hi
stock of 10 OF. packages are sold. Dehanco
Cold Water Starch, but contains l8 o. -
the package and sells for same mcnsy - u
ox- brands.
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Mrs. Twiggs-Have you. got your
new cook trained? Mrs. Dwiggs-No;
but I've got Mr. Dwiggs trained so he
doesn't find fault with her.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09

Maud-That is Miss Ryno. the heiress
She wss born. you know. with a silver
spoon in her mouth Mabel-dnspecting
her)-She looks If it might have been q
soup ladle.
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Capt. Jones-I met Col. Brown this
morning. and he was half full. Mai.
Smith-Yes. poor fellow! He was retired
on half-pay last month.
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Utterly uaeiass.

"Educatin' some men," said Uncle
Eben, "is good deal like givin' q
Fill Islander check on de national
bank. He's got 1t, but whGt Il he
gwine to- do wif it?"-Washincton
Star.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09

FITS rermaneu:iyCurcd. Jonts nervousness afsss
hrst day of DIR. klines Groat Norve Rsstorsr.
esnd for FREE S2.OO trial bottle and trsat4ps-
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Here's an account of a woman who
had died.. said Growells. as he glanced
up from his paper. What do you think
of that?" II think" answered Mrs G..
that she married the one man in abouf
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09

You say they have Bjones in straight
jacket. How did they manage it?'' 20.
his wife talked him into it,
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When there is nothing to divide-that II
to say. when the divide ends-thers are
no dividends.
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Don't the man in there ever get tired Pc
asked little Jane after listening half an
hour to a phonograph
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After woman gts on the shady side
OF Iorty she speaks of herself and her fe-
male friends ''us girls"
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09

The secret of the popularity of Baxters
Builhead' 5-cent cigar is revealed in one
Tord-"Quality."
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09
Those Who Have TrIed Il

wm use no other. Defiance Cold WatsD
Starch has no equal in Quantity or Quail
fty-l6 OF. for 10 cents. Other brands con-
tria only l: OK.
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TT beats ALI how good a cigar you can
buy for 8 cents If you buy the rieht
brand. Try a "Bullhead."
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09

A smile of satisfaction goes with ono of
Baxter's "Bullhead" scent cigars.
The Glenwood post., 1904-01-09
Fidelity Savings Assn H.: Account. s,ss g"
SEND FOB PER okNF. DrposIT PASS BOox

STVlVE REPAIas of every known mass Of
O1Ov u htove, furnace or rnnae. 0EO a
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The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-21
END OF ANCIENT FEUD
WILL PEELE KILLED AN OLD
 ENEMY.
After Carrying Guns for One Another For Years, Men Meet and VIII
 Cantor Suffered Death.

Ozark, Sept. 2O.-(Special. )-Another killing is recorded for Houston County.
 Yesterday a little after noon, Will Cantor and Will Peele met in the public road near Phelps Cross Roads eight miles out from Newton, and after Il few words, both made effortto shoot.
 Peele's aim was good, and he sent load of buckshot through the neck of Cantor, who fell to the ground a dead man.
 Fourteen years ago Cantor came into the community. and married. soon af- ter, a Miss Williams He settled eown and built a home. The community knew nothing of his life's history, or where he was from.
 He soon gained a reputation for tur- bulence and most of the neighbors were shy of any intimate relations with him. Especially was this so as regards VIII Peele, a nearby neighbor.
 Some years ago Peele had Cantor prosecuted for carrying a pistol, and Cantor prosecuted Peele for using pro- fane language in the presence of fe- males. Since then both have carried their guns constantly for each other, with the result given above. It Is not known whether Peele is yet in the hands of the officers of Houston coun-
The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-21
STAYS IN MONTGOMERY
DIR. STAkELY WILL NOT ACCEPT
 CALL TO CHICAGO.
Pastor of First Baptist Church Says He Has no Thought of Laying Down Work in This
 City.

Dr. Charles A. Stakely. pastor of the First Baptist Church will remain in Montgomery.
 He made an authorized statement yesterday that he had no intention of leaving his work here. This means that Dr. Stakely will not accept the call to a Baptist Church in Chicago, the name of which has been withheld
 The Advertiser of Sunday announced that Dr. Stakely had received a call to Chicago which he had under con- sideration. Yesterday the following statement from Dr. Stakely was re- ceived:
 sEditor The Avertiser:
 Tn your issue of Sunday last a kindly mention was made of the fact that certain invitations had been re- ceived by me from a church in a city to the north of us. Please allow me to say to those of your readers who may feel some interest in the matter that I have not had the slightest thought of laying down my work in Montgomery. My good people and I have understood each other from the first and we are heartily united In the largest enterprise ever undertaken by our denomination in this part of the country.
 ''Very respectfully.
 Charles A. Stakely."
 Since Dr. Stakely came to Montgom- cry four years ago the congregation of the First Baptist Church has purchas- ed a splendid lot on South Perry Street and plans for a handsome church build ing have been projected Dr. Stakely has been actively engaged in the work of projecting the new church and he Is soon to be rewarded with the fruition of his labors.
 It was said yesterday that probably within a few weeks the church would be ready to sign a contract for con struction of the building.