Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-07-20

separation, she was on her way South
to rejoin her husband and place in his
| arms their 4-year-old daughter, whom
he had never seen. 1t was not long be-
fore all the passengers on our car knew
the romantic story of the pretty little
woman and her beautiful child, and
| there was not man among us who did
| not feel a tenderness for and a protect
| ing interest in both. There never was
| q woman whose heart was more full
| of love and joy. She could do nothing
| but talk Of the Captain and wonder If
he had changed so that she would not
recognize him, or if he wouldn't be
| able to recognize her. Then she would
! fall to wondering If he would know his
! little daughter if he met her in the
street or by her resemblance to himself,
| which, as he had never set eyes on her,
! did not seem probable. Throughout
that long days ride we all entered most
! heartily into that dear little woman's
hopes, fears, doubts, joys, and shared
them to such an extent that we were
quite as anxious to see the Captain as
she was.
eve reached our journeys end, and
before the train had fairly stopped
tall, elegantly -proportioned fellow of
q came bounding into our car. The
| little woman gave such scream of JOY
as I can never forget, and in less time
than 1 can tell it was standing In the
car aisle clasped in the young soldiers
| arms, and tears Of joy unutterable
coursed down two beautiful young faces
as their lips met. For my own part,
my own eyes were so full Of binding
moisture that l could see nothing when
the proud and happy wife and mother
led her husband for the first time to the
place where their little child lay sleep
| Ing.
"In one of the early battles Of the
war, in the hottest part of the action,
1 felt my coattails pulled by a young
fellow whom 1 recognized as having
been employed in a tobacco factory
| prior to the enlistment.
why are you not fighting in your
placer" l asked, angrily.
"' Well, l just wanted TO tell So
that if you don't mind l think / will
! take my tine off today"
a story of General Lee.
"One Of the most devoted adherents
the Southern cause ever had was Col.
Nj. No matter how thick and black
disaster lowered upon our arms, the
Colonel never saw anything but bright
est hope 0nd absolute surety Of success
in the near future. In fact, ne might,
not inappropriately, have been styled
| the Caleb Balderstone of the COnfeder-
| ate army, for just as the original Caleb
| was always representing his master as
being in the most aff1uent and prosper
Gus circumstances, and inventing the
most ingenious lies to make it appear so,
| the Colonel constantly represented the
resources of the Southern people to be
| limitless iii the same clever fashion. At
length, when defeat stared us plainly in
the face, and my surrender to Gen.
| Grant was inevitable, young officer
delicately limited to the Colonel that
perhaps his confidence in the ultimate
success Of our arms, which was still as
boastful as ever, was perhaps trifie
| over-weening The Colonel looked at
him for 4 moment with an expression in
| which contempt, anger, horror and
amusement struggled for the mastery.
Then, with hands uplifted, hair stand
| ing on end, and eyes flashing fire, he
! roared out at the discounted Lieuten-
ant in the voice of a Stentor: Dam up
Niagara Falls with tissue paper; bottle
up the Atlantic ocean in a whisky flask !;
paste ITO LETT on the sun and moon !;
catch flash of lightning between your
| thumb and finger; build a worm fence
around a winter supply Of summer
weather; harness a thunderbolt to a
sulky; watt all the clouds out Of the
sky with lady's fan; saddle and ride
a hurricane; fasten a dish clout to the
tail of a comet pack up all the stars
! il. a beer key; knock a tornado out of
time with your fist; put hades to cool
in a spring house; put the sky in your
pocket; unbuckle a bellyband of eter-
nity: but never, never again allow your
| self to fancy Tor moment Inat the poor
little North can ever whip the great
Southern Confederacy.'
| sheridan's Two Good Ones.
1.-TWO soldiers of the opposing armies
engaged in a hand-to-hand struggle dur
| ing charge amid smoke so thick that
their faces were unrecognizable. Each
received and inflicted a mortal wound.
The smoke cleared and each recognized
his brother Toni Harry! passed
like pistol shots. and they fell forward
| and died in each others arms.
! "Once IN camp myself and some Of
my brother officers fell desperately in
| love with a female voice We used to
hear singing at night. 1t was simply
angelic, and, resolved to see the singer,
we followed its sound through thickets
! and ravines till we came to a lonely
cabin whence the singing proceeded.