Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-12-06
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 Lawmakers Views.

The magnificent new Masonic tenn pie at the corner of T and 18th streets is rapidly nearing completion. When finished it will be one of the most beautiful and effective buildings not only on the avenue of the presidents, but in the city. It is pure Egyptian in style and the huge stone for the enormous sphinXes which are 10 adorn each side of the great flight of broad marble stairs leading up to the massive portal are in place, and ready for the carver's chisel.
 Vice President Guest at Royal Arch
 Dinner.
 The annual Royal Arch dinner giv- en by the Masons of the capital oc- cured last Friday evening in the ban quoting room of the new Masonic temple. The recent inauguration of having an annual dinner, it is said is due to the activities of the leading members, who desire to bring all Ma sons together informally, once year for jovial evening. Vice President Marshall delivered the principal ad- dress at the banquet. which was large ly attended by the Royal Arch Masons of the city and>by guests from the adjoining states. MT. Marshall was in particularly happy moood, and treated his brother Masons to "a feast of req son and flow of soul.' There is no official in Washington today more sought after as a speechmaker than is the popular vice president.
 \ True AnecdOte of the War.
 A pretty little story is told by an old soldier who vouches for it's anso- lute truth. It seems a certain Con- federate who was 'dead shot," was dispatched one night in '63 to "pick off, the Union sentry doing duty at nearby post on the Potomac. As he noiselessly stole through the bushes and approached his unconscious vic- tim he haerd tue man softly singing, in a fine barytone voice. He caught the words and melody of the old hymn, Jesus, Lover of My Soul" With his gun aimed at the unconscious singers heart, the Southerners eyes grew misty. He could not kill the "Yank" while he was singing the hymn, Jesus, Lover of My Soul" With of the dear old soul at rest in the quiet Georgia churcliyard made his fingers tremble. He pictured his old mother in her big rocking chair by the chimney corner softly singing that very hymn in the long, long ago as she rocked him to sleep.
 "Hide me, oh, my Savior hide, Till the storms of life are past" sang the fine manly voice. Choking back a sob, with tear-dimmed eyes the biz hearted Southerner stole away Kn was man, as we'll as a soldier. He couldn't kill in cold blood.
 Years after, the story goes, one ev- ening the Southerner happened in at little church service in a Northern village. An old G. A. R. with splen- did barytone voice was singing. Af- ter the service the Southerner made his way up to him and inquired where he had been on a certain night in 1863. The singer replied, telling that he had been encaZped with certain regiment on the Potomac. The other then frankly told the story of how the words of the old hymn his mother had sung had saved the sentry's life. The Confederate held out his hand. and the Union veteran grasped it warmly. The next moment the two men were clasped in close embrace, both thanking God in their hearts that, in America, at least, the war is over.
 A Lesson in How Intelligently Some
 Men Vote.
 Attention is called by an editorial in New York paper to an article writ ten by MT. Mason Olcott apropos of the absurd ignorance disclosed by the votes examined in a certain district. Of 187 valid votes five were found to be entirely blank. On 8 ballots there were no vote for. governor; on 43 nc vote for United States senator; on 5 no vote for city court justice. That