Pittston Gazette

              nVSHrvri Oldest N ewsoaDer in the Wvoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 10, 18!)l. A Weekly Local and Familv Journal. The Comedy of Life. They parted, with clasp of hand. their way back to their command, but our hero had been ridden down by a horseman, and had fallen stunned and senseless to the ground, and when he had recovered his wits sufficiently to gaze around, the tide of battle had swept away, and not even a sound of fire-arms gave him a signal where were friend or foe. He had risen and shaken himself, and found to his delight that, though bruised in body, no bones were broken. But he was not alone. A fa w feet away a strange scene had presented itself. Prone on the ground, with his f.C ■ - to the earth, lav the fimire of a tuan, while a horse, with torn bridle and turned saddle, stood over him, sniffing with distended nostrils the prostrate form of its master. The animal had not run away at Frank's approach, but had permitted him to capture and caress him without a sign of nervousness. Having tethered the horse to a tree, Frank had turned his attention to the man, whom he found to be a young Confederate cavalry officer, shot through the leg and literally bleeding to death. It had not taken him long to fashion a rough tourinquet of a leather strap and piece of wood, and to revive the wounded boy with water from a neighboring creek; so when he had done all to make him comfortable, he had mounted the horse and sped for assistance."This is indeed an unexpected pleasure."At two o'clock, it seemed indeed a Confederate victory. But 'mid the ringing shout of triumph came the wail of grief—Johnston was shot through the leg by a rifle ball, aud none was near with sense enough to stop the flowing blood. Still the blrj; flag waved victoriously with Beauregard, sick himself nigh into death, in the van. never heard, llad a regiment of Con- making any very vast strain on the enfederatas charged upon them it couldn't ergies of young men who were unused have cleared the house in quicker time to fatigue and loss C sleep by nearly a than that poor woman's words, nelter- year's practice in .. 1 field; and even skelter over hedge and ditch, they James Lawson would have welcomed never stopped till panting and breath- the excitement of something bigger less they reached the country lane. than a brush with the enemy. It "was "We've been an' gone an' done it," picket and skirmish, skirmish and pickgasped Black, as soon as he could find et with them, till the lads grew weary breath to speak. "Shouldn't wonder if of the monotonous life they led. we're took before night. Who knows One day, however, there came a what the sym'toms be?" j change in this-eternal sameness of CHICAGO THOUGHTLETS. the service of the public as an opimon molder. His wife has presented him with nine daughters. balanced. The scholar is apt to eaBLvate his understanding at the expeoeecC his will and his affections." Thai he becomes a bloodless, flabby huugsrer tag more books, more problems, more to read; a loveless, abnormal man, a ky sided copartnership between • mWy will, a weak affection and a cental tapeworm. (The language is not Professor Swing's; only the idea, the germ. The word painting is mine.) So, likewise, the drunkard the libertine allow the affections to ran awCjf with the will and the  while the stubborn man popmiij toe will to ride with Mexican spun over Us affections and his understanding. Be has firmness and that ia all. He deee not love anybody nor know  He is the great anthropoid jackass of the age in which he lives. The congregation united in repeetiag the Lord's Prayer, the big organ warmed up to its business, and the congregation* including the bright young prim* who pens these lines, went softly and plunkingly home in the rain, still remembering the closing hymn of the morning: Then turning to the old gentleman she added, with demure assurance: "I had the gratification of making Mr. Besant's acquaintance during my stay in St. Louis last fall, grandfather." And kisses and burning tears. They met in a foreign land. After some twenty years. "And how are you coming on?" I asked him on Saturday. BILL NYE TELLS ABOUT THE THINGS Met as acquaintances meet. Smiling, tranquil eyed— Not even the least little bit Of the heart upon either side. HE SAW THERE. Mr. Lascelles did not speak, but a scarcely perceptible movement of his eyebrows expressed his surprise. The Great Whitechapel Club and Its They chatter of this and that. The nothings that make up life; She in a Gainsborough hat. And he in black for his wife. And now Grant was at bay—the conquering foe before him. the river rolling on his rear. Tleasing Exterior — The World's Fair "And now," continued the charming girl to Frank, "let me introduce you to my cousin, Mabel Carter. There, you know us all now, so let us get to supper."and tlie Singing Lesson In Chnrcli—He But the stout heart never failed him, and with dogged determination ho rallied his men. Before the enemy could reach them, they must cross a deep ravine with slij pery sides and a bottom full of water. "Intense thirst—dryness of tongue—" things for Frank Iiesant at least, for his Frank began, for he had partly got over and Charlie Fulton's companies were his scare, and was indulging in a lit Me* ordered out on a reconnoitering expedifun at the big fellow's expense. tion under Major Hopkins, which prom"That's me all over," Black groaned ised to be full of adventure. "My throat's dry as a dodgasted lime- The enemy was supposed to be lying kiln." some forty miles to the westward—sup" Besides Black touched the baby; I posed, I say, for beyond the unreliable seed him do it. He's sure to be took reports of farmers, Bucll's officers, who first," cried another Job's comforter. | at this period seemed doomed to be "An' you stripped the covers from chasing shadows, had no idea of their them pillers in the bedroom," Black re- real whereabouts, and with the object taliated. "An' you've got 'em in jour ferreting them out, had dispatched pocket now—blame me, if yer ain't." Dis little expedition. This pointed remark led to half a Two days they had marched and disdozen pockets being emptied on the : covered nothing more formidable than roadside, where lay quite a little pile the scowling faces of women, who met of mementos of their visit the men had ie*r inquiries with assertions that been able to stow away in the brief were ®° palpably false that it was a time allotted them. customary thing to read their answers "Say, Cap," said Black to Frank, backwards. "there's them oranges an' thet bottle o' can almost forgive Butler for his wine we looted from thet big white brutal order at New Orleans," Major house. I feel l.'ad o' sorry fur thet Hopkins said, after an encounter with poor woman, so (lon't yer think we a. cottager's wife, in which he had de*niirht leave 'em fur her?" cidedly come off second best. "You are a gobd fellow, Black, to "But that I can not," Frank declared, think of it, and I'll be hanged if we tfith all the chivalry of youth. "A don't do it," was the quick response; so, .voman, you know, Major, is beyond carefully laying these luxuries at the the reach of man's personal chastisegarden-gate, they hastened with all ment—something too sacred for—" speed back to camp. "Oh, yes, boy. I know what you Dr. Saunders was much discomposed, ould say, and I do not think the worse when he heard Frank's story, which he did as soon as they had reached their quarltA~sD', for tl»e young officer well appreciated the danger of the fell disease in the vicinity of the n rmy Lives After the Solo. Ah. what a comedy this! Neither was hart, it appears; Yet once she had leaned to his kiss. And oace he had known her tears! —T. B. Aldrich [Copyright, 1391, by Edgar W. Nye.] Chicago, Dla., | Toward the Gladsome Spring. ( Perhaps no institution of the great, throbbing, chin whiskered west is more triique or more distinctive than the Whitechapel club of this city. It is a bright, olieery little crypt, which is reached through a narrow, somber stab in the still blacker blackness, and soon to be called Whitechapel alley, opening oft' La Salle street. Inside all is cozy and brfght. You enter by going down several steps, and find yourself in an anteroom, 011 the left of which is the tap room and on the right the reception vault or general sarcophagus. Conversation at the table flowed freely, but Besant could not but observe that when brief allusion was made to the fall of Fort Donelson—not by Frank, you may be sure—her proud nostrils seemed to dilate and a decidedly dangerous expression glittered "in Miss Lascelles' splendid dark eyes. Would that glance ever soften, he thought, if Charlie Fulton whispered in those exquisite ears a tale of sweet devotion? There must be some dove-like softness in a nature like hers, Frank mused, notwithstanding that quivering lip and proud disdain. But Frank's nerves were not of steel nor his youthful vigor unconquerable by fatigue and suffering, so(as soon as the repast was ended he begged to be permitted to retire, as his journey must be resumed at early dawn. Bight. Now was his chance. The hours are growing shorter for the millions As with Southern dash and bravery they rushed to cross this treacherous dafile,- Grant swept them with the fragments of his batteries, poured on them the leaden hail of musketry, while two gun-boats rained shells upon the waving line, which literally melted away before the withering volleys. who are toiling. And the homes are growing better for the millions yet to be; And the poor shall learn the lesson, how that waste and sin are spoiling The fuirest and the finest of a grand human- It is coming!- it is coming! and men's thoughts are growing deeper; They are giving of their millions as they And now that cry—that wild hurrah! The Fighting Fourth came shouting to the field! never gave before; They are learning the new gospel: nun must be his brother's keeper, And right, not might, shall triumph, and the selfish rule no more. Night closed on the ghastly scene. But what a night for Grant—his camps gone, thirty flags and immense stores in the hands of the enemy, and three thousand of his men prisoners of war. Bright and cheery skeletons hang up wherever the pleased eye rambles o'er the walls, and blood spattered garments, torn by the coroner from murdered innocence, soften the harsh outlines of the bony decorations. Skulls with phosphorescent eyes in them stand upon the whatnots—or whatsnot, perhaps I should say—here and there. Earth has many a cool retreat. Many a spot to mamVy dear; Oft we find our weary feet Lingering by some fountain clear; Yet the purest waters flow In the land to which we go. —Sarah K. Bolton, BURSTING INTO SONG. "Oh, fairly well, fairly well, I thank you," he said deferentially. "X had a lover once." she sighed; Her Perfect Lover. "And have you any sons yet to go with those nine daughters?" I inquired. "Nary a boy in the entire outfit," he said, as he laid a cutlet of star tobacco about the size of a kippered herring in- Bide his jowl. "Nine girls and no boy on the place." "Yen, just before I married you. Who listened when I spoke, and tried To answer all my questions too. And now he found himself, after hours of useless riding, cut off from further hope by this turbid stream. But during the night a change came over the scene. General Lewis Wallace with five thousand men and three divisions of Buell's army had crossed the stream, to the aid of the beleaguered Federals. Utterly wornout, he 'sank on his bed, without removing more of his clothes than his borrowed coat, and fell into a profound slumber. "So courteous and so kind—so good! He'd never think a man oouid be As thoughtless and. indeed, as rude As you so often arc to me. A cold day in latter March had passed away; a pale and cheerless sun, that had cast no heat on the le:ifless scenery, had sunk, and the darkness of a stormy night was coming on rapidly. On the brink of the torrent he had reined np his weary and mud-covered horse, and by the light of day that yet lingered in the sky, had seen far away on the opposite bank the indistinct outlines of a house. All is clieery and appetizing, especially to the weary mind and the tired and spent brain. Here we see several white, ghost dance garments from Wounded Knee, upon which the blood yet looks nice and fresh. Here is a large westward hoe with which an irritated farmer killed several of his children in an unguarded moment. Over yonder is the somewhat battered and knockkneed charger formerly belonging to Herod's somewhat morbid daughter. For hours he slept. Was it a dream that Mary Lascelles, with her rustling dress of scarlet trimmed with snowy miniver, was standing over him? And Monday morning dawned with drizzling rain. No longer crouching from a foe he could not grapple, Grant gave the command to advance, and with a wild hurrah the whole line moved forward, and as Wallace says: "Step by step, from tree to tree, position to position, the Confederates went back, never stopping again." In vain the brave Beauregard rode to and fro before his troops, inciting them to action; the tide of fortune had turned against them. Yet, fighting to the last, they fell back on Corinth, whose frowning guns held Grant's advance in check. "And how is your wife's health?" Two Volc«a. "The Jewel of my love once wan. He used to swear, could ne'er grow dim; He would not dream that any one Could whistle when I spoke to him! "Oh, she's moderately well, I thank yon, moderately so." Then, sort of thinking aloud to himself: "Nice, likely old lady, too, she is, as ever lived. Tried and true through evil as well as good report, poverty or prosperity, it has been all the same to her. Welcoming with a hysterical sobby laugh the first tremulous cry of our earliest baby, or weeping into her poor old rusty veil at the funeral of our last, she is always the same to me, the same dear good wife and mother. He started fitfully, and woke, of you for your appreciation of the gentler sex; but if this goddess of yours chooses to cut up most unfeminine capers what are yon going to do about it? I think that to a degree liutler was iustified in—" "If he had faults he kept them hid. 1 should have married him? Yes, true: And that's exactly what I did. My perfect lover, sir, was—your —Madeline S. Bridges. No, it was no dream. In reality she stood beside him, holding a lamp in her hand which threw its rays across the spacious room. "Swim the river I must," he muttered, "but death may be the pen* alty." "You must go," she said, speaking in anxious'haste. "Go at once, without one word of explanation. Your uniform and arms are here. Dress as quickly as you can, for moments are precious. You will find me in the garden below awaiting you." "I will go at once," this energetic son of Galen said, "and satisfy myself about it. Why, sir. it will be ruin, if we can not check it—worse than a dozen armies in our rear. .Say nothing about it till I return, and caution your fellows to silence; for talking about these things creates an alarm which predisposes the men to infection." nest. He knew that in his rear, the way they had marched, lay wastes of morasses and dense pine woods, inhabited only by the few wild animala civilization had driven to its recesses. As he looked anxiously at the house, the abode evidently of some planter, its outlines disappeared in the gathering gloom of night; but lights were beginning to sparkle cheerfully through its many windows. Could those who were comfortably, perhaps luxuriously, seated within but know that there was a fellow-being on the eve perhaps of perishing helplessly amid the dark flow of that deep roaring river! Again and again he hallooed loudly, but in vain. "Do not say it, Major!" Charlie Fulton interrupted, in a white heat of indignation. "Do not try to make us be lieve you would god-father such an order under any circumstances. I say to you, and I would say to Butler himself, that his barbarity disgraced his uniform." Many relics, from the early history of crime and horror to that of the present day, are here—hero to please, to beguile and to perpetuate. Yonder is the cloven helmet of a Haymarket policeman, and back of it a model of the gallows on which the anarchists were There is peaoe In power. The men who speah With the loudest tongues do least. And the surest sign of a mind that is weak Is its want of the power to rest. It is only the lighter water that flies From the sea on a windy day. And the deep blue ocean never replies T* the sibilant voice of the spray. —John Boyle O'Reilly. "She's a grand old character, Bill—a grand old character. A little tautological, perhaps, but a grand, grand character."Voice from downstairs—Eddie, dear, aren't yon going to get np? It's getting late. Eddie— Testa. It was dreary work that followed for the next six weeks—digging trenches, making corduroy roads and advancing at the rate of half a mile a day, with the And before he could speak one word of reply, the fair vision had glided from the room. l'rank promised discretion, and the doctor rode away on his sanitary er- hanged Then his vestibuled cable train came along, and he left me there to think it over. BetwMB the Lines. To carry thought how weak Are words—mere idle signs. Heart-deeps to heart-deeps speak Ratween the lines. —Alice Williams Brotherton. Had these been less stirring times, he might have thought the whole scene the phantasy of a over-tired brain, but a soldier's life had rendered him quick to cast off the lethargy of sleep, and in an instant he had his faculties about him. "Why, Charlie!" Frank ejaculated, aghast at his friend's passionate reply, whose tones more than the words rang a defiance of the Major's opinion. Comfortable solitude is said to be the object of the London club, and in this respect it is doubtless modeled after the Whitechapel club of Chicago. Solitude, surrounded by a wealth of brass knuckles, highbinders' knives with fresh gore on them, freshened each day by the Armour abattoirs, and skeletons from which ever aud anon a vertebra, a patella or a few phalanges fall with a startling yet sodden pluuk on the deadened floor, may surely be found here. rand Grouped in bivouac around the fire that night, a dozen officers lay smoking, chatting and whiling the hours away with song and story. Suddenly Charlie Fulton into the throng. Speaking of the veil, I must say that it has seemed barbarous to me. I never wore a veil at a funeral, but it has always seemed to me that I would rather be excused. It occurs to me that to weep into a crepe—pronounced crape, not creepy, as might be supposed—veil would, if it were my case, almost rob me of the joy of becoming the widow of a wife beater. "I mean just what I say," Fulton continued. "We all suffer. What do you think Southern ladies will think of Northern chivalry after this? I tell you they will class us all—the Major, you, I and every one—with the man who bade his soldiers treat them like outcasts." HIE COLONEL "I am here," came the silvery tones of a woman's voice, as he stepped from the broad porch to the garden walk. "Ok, boys," he cried, "I've the grandest joke you ever heard. Where's Besant? Stand up, Frank, and reveal to the gaze CCf an admiring multitude the best sold man in Christendom. What will you give me, old fellow, to spare your blushes—but, by Jove, I couldn't keep it in. if you offered me a gold "Ah, if I should perish here—such a fate," thought he, shuddering. "To be cast a drowned corpse on some lonely swamp, and to be found and stripped by some reckless woodsman who will never even send word of my fate to the dear ones atMeltonburg." "This is a sudden alarm, Miss Lascelles," he said, as he joined her under the gloomy shadow of a big magnolia. Frank looked anxiously in the Major's face, fearing that Charlie's hot outburst, which at that time seemed close ikin to treason, would bring him into trouble, but the superior officer only smiled as he said, with a meaning glance at his subaltern: "I know, my lad, that your heart is stronger than your head, and I fear the rcminisccnce of some bright-eyed Southern belle you have known in happier days may have made you unfitted to criticise General Butler's conduct impartially." OF THE FOURTH, The Whitechapel club of Chicago was endowed some two years ago by Jack the Hipper for the purpose of engendering a more fraternal feeling toward humanity, and also to advance intellectual refinement and to encourage thought waves. Realizing the uncertainty of life, he desired, he said, to perpetuate his name in this way. "I might be cut down at any time," said he, "aa my night work, of course, is one of constant exposure to the unwholesome atmosphere of London. Besides," he added, "there is a growing feeling of antagonism toward me here. Sometimes I think 1 would like to try the climate of America, but I am afraid I would get run over and killed by the professional drunkards who drive drays over people in New York, or if I came to Chicago I might get 'bindged' and die of pneumonia So perhaps I am as well off here among friends, suppressing vice and evading the keen eyed polioe, as I would bo in America, where the social evil doea not as yet own the town. Think of riding a mile or two very slowly to the grave, with your cold, dank nose tied down like a storm beaten bud of asparagus in the reluctant spring by a cold, wet veil drawn tightly across your frost bitten eyeballs, and feeling like an escaped hat rack with this somber drapery hanging over it, and smelling of the black dye and the salt of your own tears. It would take all the pleasure for me out of the funeral of a husband who had eaten the tenderloin himself for ten years, or put a cord of stove wood on the Christmas tree for me each year, or a barrel of flour. "But none the less necessitous," she replied; "ask me not how I know it, Frank Besant, but already your enemies and my friends—alas, the cruel bitterness of it—are closing around you." mine." Another voice (five minutes later)— EDWARD! Edward—Yee, sir!—Puck. A STORY OF THE LATE WAB. With a brief invocation on his lips, he gave the horse the rein, and with a fierce and angry snort the gallant beast plunged into the torrent. Floating roots and trunks of trees, the debris of the storm that had swept the land, struck rider and horse and forced them down the stream; but after twice nearly giving up the struggle, the horse gained its footing on the opposite bank and emerged from the flood, panting, snorting, dripping and trembling in every fiber. "What is it? Out with it!" cried a dozen voices. "But, surely, when he remembers the humane errand I came on your grandfather's protection would be afforded me." "Why, four rebel officers were having a quiet little game of ante this afternoon at a farm house about five miles east of this, when up comes Captain Frank and his merry men on a forage, seeking whom aud what they may devour. There was no chance of escape. The men were all round the house, and the poor beggars gave themselves up for lost, when the lady of the house— whose health by the by we'll drink presently, if Robinson doesn't guzzle the whole contents of that demi-john— snatches her baby from the cradle, upsets a bottle of red ink over its innocent countenance and tells Frank's lambs her darling's got the small-pox. That v.-as enough; they stood not on the order of their going, but went, and never stopped running till they got back to camp. Then Frank tells Doc Saunders, who reports to my dad and raises the old man's hair with such a holy horror that he won't be able to get his hat on till he's been shingled." A Tight Squeeze. w UEHXABD BIUSBY, Bride Elect—Let's see, dear, the wed* ding takes place at 9 and the train leaves at 12, and I've got to change my satin wedding dress for one to travel in. How can I do it? (CONTINUED ) Meanwhile it was faring but badly with the hapless garrison. On the night of the 14th a council of war was held by the beleaguered commanders. They had done all that mortal men oould do, and knew that the end was come. General Floyd turned over the command to General Pillow, taking, however, his brigade across the river, and Pillow turned it over again to Buckner, succeeding, too, himself, in escaping in a wood scow. "Yes, and he thinks it would be allsufficient, but I know better." "Yon are very, very good to me," the young man sighed, softly. "Ah, yon have found that out. It is hard for a woman to keep a secret like mine." A PICTUBE OF DOMESTIC INNOCENCE. one envied luxury of joining a foraging party ispw and then; for, though the command was well provisioned, orders were given to raid the country. "And what if it has?" The question was asked offensively, with flushed face and defiant gesture. Bridegroom Elect—Well, that will give you three hoars, darling. Bride Elect—True. Bat jast think, I've got to be kissed by all of my old admirers.—Cloak Review. "Only that love, is a god who blinds his devotees, and that if you have lost your heart on the wrong side of the line, you are very much to be compassionated, Captain Fulton," and the Major, aa though tired of the conversation, turned on his heel and left the two young men to themselves. The World's fair is getting on first rate. A nice little building is being erected now in which to store the plans. This is a great stride. The plans are valued at $500,000. I would not give that for them, of course, but that is because I am not a plan collector. My fancy does not run in that direction. Leading the sturdy steed by the bridle, and caressing it the while, he made his way up the bank, and, guided only by the lights in the mansion, he groped his way onward. It was a large house. The glowing warmth within shone through the curtains and bespoke comfort to the weary traveler, who could scarcely drag along his benumbed limbs. He boldly approached the door and knocked vigorously. A colored man-servant answered his summons, and hastily calling another to take his horse to the stable, ushered the drenched visitor into a comfortable room, on whose hearth a big log-fire was burning. Her voice trembled as she spoke, while Frank felt a dull sense of shame and dread creep over him. Surely there oould be but one meaning to her words. He knew not what to reply. In charge of an expedition of this character, Frank Besant had been unusually lucky, and was returning to camp one evenrnpf when they came to a comfortable farm-house, whose neat curtains and orderly out-houses promised richer plunder than their usual fortune had brought them. ▲ Forced Market. At daylight Grant was ready for the final assault. But see! the white flag waves and an officer comes from the beleageured ranks with offers of capitulation. Grant's terms seem hard: "I shall never be able to do enough to show my gratitude," he said, lamely. "The idea of Hopkins promulgating such rank heresy against the purest, noblest women the earth can show! It makes me riled all over, to think that he could be so mean. Why, you look as if you half-agreed with him, Frank, or those elevated eye-brows and that pxpressive snigger?" The flying machine, or air ship, is at the old exposition building. It is qnite buoyant, and bobs around at a great rate. It is about as liable to be successful aerial navigation, according to the general opinion, as the old Corns tock mine of Virginia is to crawl out of its hole some night and climb upon a moonbeam by means of a pair of roller skates. Bat we shall see. "Never!" was the passionate reply. "Who knows?" the young soldier ventured. "The fortunes of war are various, and it may be my turn to help you when next we meet." "There's something strange about that house I can't make out," said Will Ridley, Frank's sergeant, and an espechvl favorite of the young officer. "Nary a child, nor dog, nor beast, nor fowl ahout the place to give a sign that folks i.v living there." "Do all that you can," he said, "to make the olub cheerful and bright. I send by this steamer a gray plaid shawl, stiff with the gore of No. 3. It will make a nice piano cover, I think. Could yon not arrange with the city to combine your dining room with the city morgue, 60 that rent could be saved and your dining hall have about it a homelike air which money alone cannot pro- Cure? "Nothing but unconditional and immediate surrender!" he cried, "or I will move upon your works." Then Buckner sent back the bitter message: "Necessity compels me to accept your ungenerous and unchivalric terms," and Fort Donelson was won and fifteen thousand prisoners captured! "Help me! You help me! God keep me from your help! You have helped me now, Frank Besant, to forget the holy cause that should absorb my very aoul, to barter my sense of duty to my fatherland for an unwomanly interest in one who comes with sword and fire to waste my country. But hark!' she cried, suddenly seizing his hand in both of hers, "surely that is the sound of horses' hoofs? Away, down yonder vith among the apple-trees! ft will Ting vou to the Nashville pike. Hero tn this basket is food and wine: take it, and hurry: but, oh, one word before you go. If in the time to come—" "Oh! Charlie, surely you're making it all up," Frank gasped. "I was the terse reply, "that J on have made a fool of yourself. You ad no business to check the Major the way you did, for there is no more considerate man in the army than he is." "P'r'aps some of the boys have been hare before us," suggested one of the men. As Frank stood reveling in the glowing warmth, a tall, dignified, aristocratic old man entered, whose keen, dark eyes expressed a spirit that could be suave or irritable as occasion prompted. "Not a bit, my boy. It's all as true as Gospel. The doctor wormed the whole story out of a colored girl, who was the only occupant of the house when he got there." On Sunday I went to Central Music hall to hear Professor Swing. He is a plain man, with iron gray hair cut straight across at the neck, like Mr. Beecher's and John the Baptist's. He is tall and serious looking, but able, oh! how able he is! "How much for the goose? What, two dollars! Ton ought to be ashamed to ask such a price! I wouldn't give yon one." Ah, how quickly the news sped North and South. What glad hurrahs! what bitter tears, what joy, what sorrow, greeted that fallen fort! Johnston heard the news at Nashville and retreated D in hot haste. Buell heard it and seized the defenseless city, and Carey heard it at Columbus on the Mississippi and spiked his guns and fiung then? in the river, and fell back on Island Number Ten, thirty miles away, whose strong works he hoped would shield him. "Or the folks have left their country residence and gone to the city for change of air," grinned another. "Then, what did he stick up for Butler for?" "I am almost discouraged at times when I see how siowly I am getting along with my great work looking toward the suppression of vice, but I will "Over the fence, boys, and we'll soon find out," Frank ordered. A roar of laughter greeted the conclusion of the narrative and completed Frank's discomfiture. "Oh, hang Butler!" "Where are you from?" he asked, abruptly, more in a tone Of authority than Of anxious inquiry. Frank, shivering with oold, told hia story briefly and without ooxnment. When be fecited his adventure with the wounded youth in the forest, the host's manner quickly changed. Nothing could be more urbane and agreeable than the tones in which he bade the young man welcome to his roof. "With all my heart, my boy! That's Just what they ought to have done last 'May. But about my checking Hopkins, that is another question; so rest assured, ''11 seek an early chance V1! beg his paron."A thundering knock upon the front door brought no response. Now, as soon as Halleck in St. Louis heard of the battle of Shiloh and its results, he was filled with indigna- The day was very rainy, and I plodded through the mud feeling that I was doing a noble thing to act as Professor Swing's audience on such a day. But others were there. Slowly the audience room filled up, and when the organ struck up a nocturne with cuckoo interlude, and the organist was feeling around over the features of his instrument for k iMTTr~'i—ii "Bring that stick of cord-wood here an' we'll knock the old thing into kindling-wood," Ridley cried. But horsemen were coming at furious speed along the shadowed avenue, and the girl's injunction was never uttered; for, with a bound, Frank dashed to the path of freedom, and ran stumbling through the darkness to the distant highway. It was a favorite means of letting people know they were honoring them with a call; for the soldier-boys did not carry visiting-cards, and were as impervious to "not-at-homes" as a duck is to damp feet. "Do,!" Frank said, earnestly. "I think the world of Hopkins." Next day they met with better success in their undertaking. On reaching the crown of a hill, which gave them a fine view of a broad stretch of lowland, they observed a solitary horseman coming towards them in the far  The men were flung upon the ground enjoying their noon halt under the shadowy, oj the trees, when the Major's attention was called to the approaching And two gentle women at Meltonburg heard It and on their knees thanked God—not that Fort Donelson was fallen—but that their soldier-boy was safe. some new stops to pull out, the seats were comfortably filled, and remained so till the service was over. There was no ohoir. The organist sat by himself up in the loft, and toyed with the valves and things, unmoved and unvexed by the young people who generally eat butterscotch and talje like a theater party while not vocalizing. A slender young man with a far away and pensive look tod the congregation in song by means of a small baton which he waved to and fro, but which he did not offer to play on. "We must thank your accident for procuring us the pleasure of your visit in this lonely place," he said, with a sweet smile. "And, if you will excuse me a few minutes I will see that a chamber is prepared for your occupation. You will be glad to be rid of that dripping uniform." (At this moment the gooee bites off Ids (old locket and swallows it.) The stars of another night were glimmering in the heavens, when, footsore and weary, he reached the fair city, whoee beautiful streets had been of late «o often trodden by friend and foe. Already two men stood swinging the formidable battering-ram, which, In another Instant, would have crashed Into the massive door, when it opened, and they »aw standing before them a pleasant-looking lady of middle age with a baby In her arms—such a picture of domestio Innocence, that the rough lads sheepishly dropped the cord-wood, and looked like school boys caught In some piece of mischief. CHAPTER IX. FRANK HmS AX OLD ACQUAINTANCE. "Heaven aid me! Where am I now?— nvhich way shall I turn?" The speaker was Frank Besant—the scene, the bank of a swollen stream, once a mere mountain tqrreqt, but now a rushing river of muddy waters. Mahy things had happened since the fall of Fort Donelson. First and foremost the hero of that splendid victory, Ulysses Grant, for disobedience of or ders, had fallen under the cloud of Hal leek's displeasure andbeen peremptorily ordered to turn over the command to General C. F. Srqlth, % man of high Military capacity, but brief career. Poor fellow! His was not a soldier's death on the battle-field, 'mid clang of arms and roar of guns, but the wound which laid him low—the mere scratch of a rusty nail stepping into a boat after the fall of Fort Donelson—was already sapping his vital foroes. IN THE TOIIA "Let us stroll down this path, Besant, and intercept him at the gap yonder. We may get something out of h int any how." "But the poor lad, wounded in the Fratik said, anxiously. "W# frmst lose no time In going to hia relief." "Ah, that is already attended to. A party of my people, attracted by the firing, hastened to the spot and found him just as you left him. They brought him here an hour ago—doubtless you, being ignorant of the country,  ty a more circuitous rouieD ' ''And is he much hurt?" Frank asked, greatly relieved by the information. It did not strike him then as remarkable that his host's "people" should have been so fortunately successful in spotting the whereabouts of the unfortunate young man, though afterwards events made the mystery clearer. "You certainly saved his life," the old man1 declared, gravely. "And now, without more talking, let me go make preparations to relieve your discomfort."But hark! Louder sounds the thundering storm of battle. From far and wide the mailed clans are gathering for the fierce struggle that shall bathe so many fields In blood. The South is wild with the alarms of war. Johnston lias marshaled his troops at Corinth, where {leauregard has concentrated foroes, Bragg has come from Florida, Polk from the Mississippi, and Price and Van Dorn are marching at the head of thirty thousand men from Arkansas. "Come right in, gentlemen," she said, free from all embarrassment; "we've sickness in the house or I would have come to the door at your first summons." "With pleasure. Major," and the two officers smarted for the point suggested. Evidently there was something on the Major's mind, Frank thought, as they walked slowly down the path, for he was generally chatty and agreeable enough, but now seemed moody and disinclined to talk. I burst forth into song. I could not help it. People near me looked around, struek by my strange, wild melody. Some seemed startled. Others were visibly affected, and would have repented if they had been encouraged, fcthink. Conviction could be seen on their faces; also remorse and sorrow for the past. "You miserable little creature! I take your two dollars."—Exchange. The men piled into the front room with little ceremony. CLUB. not give up. I am determined to press 011 ami carve my way to fame. Keep up the kindest club spirit, and yet admit no one who has ever led a life of shame. We cannot be too careful, I think, in this regard. A BOAR OF LAVQUTKB SHEETED THE CON- IN THE WHT Couldn't Help Hlmwlt The two men had talked for a time oa the train. Frank was as bashful as a school boy. OF THE NARRATIVE. "I'm sorry to Intr ude, ma'am!" h® said, blushing scarlet; "but wo must search your house for arms and supplies—a disagreeable duty, which we'll make as easy as we can for you." tlon at what he persisted in considering mismanagement on the part of the Union leaders, and at once set out himself to take command of the troops hefore Pittsburgh landing, one© more humiliating 11 rant, who was retained in the anomalous position of second in command. "Yon see#» out of sorts, Major," Frank said at last, really anxious about his superior's manner. "Are you going to hear Bar kins lectors %D-night2" said one. And the Northern heroes muster fpr the fray by thousands. Sherman'lift* joined the Tennessee expedition, Buell is hurrying from Nashville, and Smith, with forty thousand soldiers and seventy transports, has. pitched his tents at Pittsburgh Landing, an obscure spot, whose name ere long shall darken the page of history; and Grant Is there,  shadowy picture in back-ground at first, but soon tb take' the leadership o{ that vast array. Like two huge, angry monsters, those great armies lie, but thirty miles apart. jjetore ana all through the services the rattle of the lesson leaf or celestial menu, if I may be allowed that term, was very disturbing, especially to those who desired to hear ainl criticise the prayer. I would suggest the leather covers used in restaurants sometimes for these nymn slips to deaden the sound and keep them clean. They would not rattle themselves or the speaker so much then. "Yes," returned the other. "Take my advice and don't. I hear it's an awful bore." "And well I may be, Frank. I am very much concerned about Charlie Fulton—not so much for his sake as for his father's, who is an old and tried friend of many "Qh, Charlie's all right, sir," Frank said, confidently. "I am going out again this evening to see if I can catch up a little with my work. I am now away behind. When 1 get this job done I am thinking of operating on a few titled Englishmen who need killing very much. I am very anxious to be through with my work, for, as 1 say, it keeps me away from home so ranch at night Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time, and bring the welcome day! "I wish the minister had been at home," the lady muttered, pensively, in a kind of "aside," that was intended to be heard by everybody. "I must go," said the other. Barkins."—New York Sun. 'Tn llalleek made haste slowly. He had been reinforced by Pope, with twentyfive thousand men from the Xtisouesippl, and was now at tho head of an army numbering at least one hundred thoubond. On the 21st of May, he had crept to within three miles of the dreaded fortifications of Corinth, whose terrible guns threatened his advance, an$ compelled him to move with a caution that was depressing alike to officers and Frank's regiment was again on the march to join Buell at Nashville, with Frank as acting Captain of his com- "A parson's house, jack," said one of the men to another. "I feel kind of mean and wish I was out of it." Very Like Him. "Your son ordered these picture* of me." "You think so. Well, I am sorry to say I do not agree with yon. Now, I do not like to ask you boy# to tell tales of one another out of school, and I want you to. understand that I am actuated by no motives hostile to young Fulton's so—" Frank soon found himself in delightful quarters—a cheeky, airy ' bedroom, frith a roaring-fire on its hearth and 4 suit of bis host's clothes and linen lying handy on the snowy coverlet of a big, old-fasliioned four-post bed. To strip, to wash, to dress, was but the work of a few minutes to the young soldier; but: quick as he was, he barely ready when a servant announced that supper Was served and Mr. Lascelles was awaiting his company. "Mr. who?" frank demanded of the retreating domestic. But others were of a rougher nature, and had already begun to explore the contents of an adjoining room, when the mother drew aside a handkerchief from the baby's face and revealed a great scarlet blot covering the little one's forehead and cheek. Holding the infant up to Frank's gaze while the rest stood staring in astonishment she said, with tearful eyes: "Well, they certainly look like him. Has he paid you?" "No, sir." Professor Swing "is a great big brainy man." He does not get his sermons from the worn wax cylinders of his mind, or reel off the thunken thoughts of men now dead and turned to dust. He is a big, broad man, in the shade of whose mighty think works, to use a simile of his own, the little poison weeds of doubt and distrust die out and disappear. Great minds like great trees get all the sunlight, and the breeze, and the ozone, or whatever it is which they require in their business, and at their feet the little measly jimson weed of schism and those things curl up and die. Meantime far above, and refusing to monkey with the trivial dogmas and the pallid, noxious growth below, the brave big tree tosses its grand old arms about, and the birds come there and build their nests and spoon around in the early spring, and thank Clod for the beautiful and the bully old universe, so free to use temporarily and then return in good order to the Creator. — "Miss Bompard, of Paris, wishes to contribute to the club a trunk, scarf, etc., for our dining room. They will be sent within a few weeks." "That looks still more like him."— Fliegende Blatter. On a plateau, two miles from the Landing, stood a log meeting-hous§, known as Shiloh Churoh, which has given its name to the bloody battle fought near its peaceful walls. "I quite understand that, Major." Consideration. "Well, do you know any thing about a young lady named Lascelles?" Frank was too amazed to speak. lie was certain that not one living soul but himself and young Fulton knew their secret. Fulton, for his own sake, would not have been likely to mention her to any one, and he was positive her name had never dropped from his lips. Wife—John, I hear burglars down stairs; you'd better get up. Husband—Sht Don't think of spch a thing! I might startle him, and, who knows?—perhaps the feHoW haa heart disease.—Bingharpton Leader. men And meanwhile Beauregard saw the mighty host approaching, and though he too had been re-inforeed, knew that when the tussle came he would be unable to withstand them, so he coolly destroyed every thing of value In the city and withdrew his forces southward. I wish 1 had more time to speak of the bric-a-brac of the Whitechapel club, but have not, of course. Suffice it that, with Smith was in the throes of death, and Grant was in command, with Sherman for his Btaunch right hand, while on the side pi the rivAr Buell with fortythousand men was but a few miles distant."Yo*\ see my darling has caught it now. Do you know any thing of surgery? Can you tell me what to do, for 1 am indeed distracted, and know not which way Vvturn for help? The four others are much worse, and my poor husband looked awfully Bick when he left home this morning to try and get medical aid- It's enough to craze one, isn't it?" the waUs covered over with bones, blood stained cleavers, knives and slung shots, with a loaded door spring billy here, and over there the dried and weatherbeaten boot of a soldier from the Caster battlefield. in which the bones of the foot count still ue seen, me president apologized for the alwence of eleven skeletons which had boen loaned to a well known physician for scientific purposes. said that to him tho absence of thee* eleven skeletons seemed to leave the room sort of bare and inhospitable. •!Mass¥ Lascelles, boss. An* the ladies don gone down in the dinln'-room already." Not Improbable. Culby—I want to ask you for yoor daughter's hand. And Beauregard and Johnston at Corinth faew that their only hope was to crush Grant's army hefore Buell could reach it- On the 80th of May, llalleek marched Into the deserted fortress; and what must have been his feelings, when he found that all this vast array of bristling guns, which had awed him into such deliberate action, were but harmless logs of wood painted and mounted to represent cannon! "\V ell," cried Frank, as he gazed at the mock artillery, "if that doesn't beat any thing in the way of shams, I'm a Dutchman!" "Ah, I see you have heard of her—for God's sake, Frank, I hope you are not mixed up In this scrape?" llis tone was so earnest and sympathetic that Frank's conscience smote him. Lascelles! Could have thTOWft him once more in contact with the pharmiag heroine of his adventure at St. Louis? Why n«t? She said she Ut*# Ml Kentucky; then, what more Stern Parent—Huh! you want to have possession of it, I suppose, so that you can make her put it in my pocket for you.—Munaey'a Weekly. On the third of April the Southern host stole noiselessly from their strong* hold, and on the fifth camped on the wet gound, without fires, at a spot scarce a mile from the Federal pickets. Frank stood helplessly gazing at the babe. "1 am in no scrape, Major." "Here, Black, you're a family man; p'r'aps you can tell the lady what to do," Ridley said, pushing forward the veriest rough of all the party. "No, I was wrong to doubt you, my boy; but I was afraid Fulton had drawn you into some connivance with his guilty correspondence with this woman." Love's Laugh. probable than that this mansion were her home, and his host the husband of the courtly old lady, who had nursed Charlie Fulton so tenderly? With these reflections, he descended the staircase, and following the sound of voices, entered the dining-room- Yes, there she was, flashing in the superb' beauty that had set his heart aflame so many months ago—she and another girl about her own age arm in arm. while the old man stood slightly frowning at the unavoidable delay. Mr. John Smith (trying to get her to elope with him)—Love laughs at locksmiths, darling. At dawn on Sunday morning, while Grant, little suspecting the danger that threatened him, had crossed the river to consult Buell, the storm burst; for hardly had the pall o| night lifted than fromihe woods poured forth the Southern hosts on the astounded pickets. This reminded me of a friend who visited me at my lodgings at the hotel here. I of course offered refreshments* which were participated in, after whiek we talked a while, but ray friend seemed, a little preoccupied and distraught. Finally he read over the little pamphlet of instructions connected with pressing the button, and then gave it a long, STXJTDIKO OVEB THE PBOSTRATE FORM OF "Ph, ttir, if you could!" the mother pleaded, offering him the child. "Guilty correspondence! You amaze me, Major Hopkins." Darling (indignantly)—Yes, and aft John Smiths, toot Good evening, «ir*— Washington Star. HIS MASTER. David seemed to know that I was there, and so he spoke well. I applauded him once with my umbrella, but was reproached for it by a heavier set man than I am, so did not carry it to excess. pany and an assurance that his appoint ment would be soon confirmed. "Lord, mum! I don't know nothin' about babies. What do yer think bo the matter with 'im?" He poked his big finger caressingly on the child's oheek as he spoke, for the sight of a baby always touches a tender spot in a soldier's heart, no matter how rough he be. "Even a baby with the small-pox?" Charlie Fulton asked, getting well out of reach, however, of his comrade'' brawny grasp. "Yet. I am afraid there is no other expression that will describe it. \V ithout betraying confidence, I can not explain to you what information has reached me, or how I have gained it, but I know that Fulton met Miss Lascelles'in Nashville more than onee, and, from something that has just oc« curred, I am suspicious that our every movement is communicated to her, and through her to others." Yet here he was in as hard a strait as plan ever found himself The day had been one of strange adventure to him. A band of the enemy bad been sighted at dawn, like themselves moving in a southerly direction to join their army, and Frank's company had been deployed as skirmishers, when, with a rush, there had sprung from ambush on the flank two troops of Confederate cavalry, that sought to cut off their retreat. It had been a recall, and .most of his men had fought Cobwigger—What did yon do when yon came to that part of your dram when all your hopes seemed about to b* realized? The Inevitable Result. At eight o'clock Grant returned to gase with Badness on a battlo almost lost, and which, but for Sherman's gallant bearing, would have been an absolute rout. Speaking of General Sherman Professor Swing said: "What a glorious thing it is. for us that God never repeats himself.* He gives us a man equally great in some ways for the one we bave lost, but never again the same arrangement of talents. What a grand man was General Sherman! A character like his has an eternal monopoly of itself. CHAPTER XI. TREASON t Roughing it in the bush, \5r0uld hav* been a good description of Frank Besant's mode of life during the hot months of summer, when the Fighting Fourth was marching hither and thither, according to Buell's erratic movements, or as some evolution of the enemy called for their attention. Take it for all in all, the dog-days went by without "Did you want something?" I asked. "Yes, but it is on me this time. I am a little 'rocky' this morning, goD kindly allow rae to extend to yon the hospitalities of your room." He then did so. lingering shove. Mary Laseeiles recognized him in an instant. Without the slightest sign of embarrassment, she stepped forward Merritt—W oke up,—Munaey'a Weekly. At noon the entire Federal army had been driven from their camp, and were crowded into a space of little more than four hundred acres on the verge of the bluff overlooking the Landing, towards which they were rtwhing in wild co» fusion. "Why," the woman said, "it's smallpox! One of them died a week ago; there's four of them down with it upstairs, and—oh, good, kind gentlemen, don't go; don't leave a poor lone woman like—" Of Course. "Schneider, what is the name of that new powder they're using in the army to prevent night attacks of the enemyf "Insect pow4ar, of course."—Fliepandt Blatter. with outstretched hand (very tiny and delicate it was, too, Frank noticed) to welcome him. "Oh, sir. Impossible! I would stake my life that Charlie Fulton could never be so base!" I met here an old pioneer editorial friend of mine who has grown gray in "The perfect man has the affections, the understanding and the will equally "Why, Mr. Besant." she said, awectir. But the rest of her sentence was (TO BE COKTINCKD.)