Pittston Gazette

              •  * i 850. » '»• I Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JULY 13, 1894. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. Baxter at first Bight anCi rtinrft want her to go along. He had not devoteCl a minute to wondering if she had a plan or seeking to discover what it was. He had fathomed it by that sense of intuition which is often strongest in the most ignorant minds. More toqjiet him than for any other reason Marian promised to be on her guard, but during the day she decided in her own mind that there might be more in it than appeared on the surface. On two or three occasions when Kenton's name was mentioned sho noticed the hard look which came into Mrs. Baxter's face and tho tinge of bitterness in her tones, and these things had much to do with her decision. 1894 BY A/wtR iCAN P*£SS ASSOCIATION. sent for. C feneral Jackson was a plain, blunt spoken man. Even while planning the groat campaign on which lie was to enter within throo or four days ho had determined to give this matter attention. Renins Parker had charged Kenton with bringing about hiscaptnro for revenge. Captain Wyle had stated that he and all his company distrusted his loyalty. Tho general asked thescout for a statement of facts, and Kenton gave it to hiiu, concealing no occurrence from the date of his enlistment. The general listened attentively and without interruption. Then Reube Parker, who had been sent for and was in waiting, was ushered in to confront Kenton. He was a bad man, but not a nervy one. In five minutes it was apparent that ho had lied, and he was, dismissed. Then Kenton was asked to step out. and Steve Rrayton. whom ho hail several times referred to, was ushered in. Ho told a stiaight storv, and it was greatly to thp discredit of Captain Wyle. When Kenton again returned to the general's presence, tho latter kindly said: when they left it Royal Kenton was a surprise. His attack was as sudden as the stroke of a bell. It dumfounded and dismayed tho Federal flank, but only for a few minutes. MeClellan was not fs:r away. He had fathomed Lee's plans and discovered his true object. The flank gave back until it had a front of a mile long, and then it halted and battled to save that great army. What was to be done must be done right there. Re-enforcements were ordered up, gun* advanced, and for an hour there was such lighting as war had never witnessed charged, gain ground or he driven back to a new line. However tho battle goes, tho soldier sees only what takes placo in his immediate fiont. ly by tho bath of «3*:w Ami now the NYE DEEPLY PAINED. There are only two classes of males who take the arm of a lady while walking or promenading. One is the gent to whom God saw fit to deny that soft and subtle growth called brains and the other is the gent who has overdone the wassail bnsiness and is being steered home by his unhappy wife. Do not, Miss Blodgett, ever allow yourself to become a prop. It is not proper. Evelyn, Cuyahoga, writes: "Is it right to make a party call on a family who has just given a successful funeral, to which you have been a guest?" This is a ticklish question. I should want to know the people who gave the funeral before I made my party call following it Funeral etiquette is one of the most delicate affairs of whioh I know. And how the opening of a battlo changes tho nature of a man! While ho is waiting for it to begin every nervo is strung to its utmost. He may be n brave man, but in that hour of waiting he denies it to himself. Ho trembles. Ho doubts himself. He turns pale, and his knees grow weak. Ho would rnn away but for his pride. It is pride and not courage that holds him in his place. He may be a man who has never uttered an oath in tho hearing of his comrades— a man of Christian principles. A minute aftor the firing liegins all tho wickedness born in his soul begins to betray itself. He shouts and raves and curses. His facial expression is so changed that his own brother could not identify him. For the time being he is a madman—a devil. He cries: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" even though in his excitement ho fires among the tree tops or at the clouds. HE DOESN'T THINK MR. HOWELLS SHOULD BE HARD ON DICKENS. Charles, Ho Says, IIiw a Few Good Points Left, Wlilch May "Bo Enjoyed Later on, Even After W. ID. If. Isn't Read—Some Queries and Answers. liefort Once more I have been pained almost to death by the cruel attack lately made npon the late Charles Dickens of London by William D. Howells of Ohio. [Copyright, 1R04, by Edgar W. Nye.] On the Federal dank were swamp and forest and tanghd thicket. Engineers had said that thf nature of the ground protected this flai W. Wading through swamps deep with ooze, bursting through thickets which caught olf their caps and left their jackets in rags, advancing their 1 in ■ Dh amid the thick forests, Jackson's men rushed to the attack. Time and time again the lines were repulsed, but fresh troops poured out of the woods to take the places of the dead and wounded, and the battle grew more vindictive t d murderous. There is a key to every battlefield. There is always a key within a key. Cold Harbor was the key of this great field of slaughter. The exposed flank was the key within the key. Jackson oould count his dead b" the thousand. His entile force was up, and he had cnargeu ana storinea ana uatterea in each pocket. ghoul steals away from the dying campfiro into the darkness and skulks and creeps and crawls about in search of plunder. Every army has its human hyenas. They may have fought bravely during the b.-ttle, but as night falls and men cease their work of killing the ghonlish instinct cannot be resisted. They kneel beside the dead and search each pocket. Their kneas feel tho earth wet with blood, but they do not shrink. Their hands touch gaping wounds and fare smeared with blood, but there is no distrust. Whatever Dlunder they secure is blood stained, but on the morrow they will wash away the stains. They kneel hcxide the drail and scarch [continued. 1 I would not refer to this had it been the first of the kind, but Mr. Howells has been by spells bellowing and pawing up the ground over Dickens' grave for somo years. aroused by the call of a citizen acquaintance who had made all preparations for flight and felt it his duty to warn tbem of the perils of the situation. He repeated the story that the town was to be burned and the valley laid waste, and added that news had been received from the froDt to the effect that the advancing Federals were applying the torch and dealing out death as they advanced. He advised them to lose no time in retreating up the valley. This information added the climax. CHAPTER XV Banks was getting ready for his move. Every report which Kenton received as he neared the front went to assure him of the fact. He was on foot, dodging from forest to forest and from field to field and betraying himself only to a few whom he knew trusted. After the first day out he ncaino satisfied that he was being dogged by Roube Parker. The latter must also have been provided with a pass to take him through all Confederate lines, but though he hung to Kenton's trail he did not betray his presence except by accident. Everywhere along Banks' front were evidences that *  move was on the tapis, and before Kenton's work was finished he bad secured a pretty fair estimate of the Federal strength. Banks knew that Confederate scoots and spies would be seeking information, and he was guarding against them as much as possible by covering liis front with scouting parties of cavalry.We follow Jackson np and down the valley because his movements are threads of our story, and he must be driven away to introduce new characters. Shields had scarcely ceased pursuit when a Federal army under Banks was sent into the valley. No one supposed Jackson had recovered from his defeat when he suddenly moved an army of 12,000 men down to New Market, crossed the Shenandoah river and the mountain range to the east and was in the Luray valley before an alarm was raised. There was a Federal force statiD ued at Front Royal, and he was moving to attack it. A good rule, however, is to follow the example of the gentleman at the head of the procession and make as little fuss as possible. He admits that when ho was young he admired Dickens, but now he has outgrown the great novelist, and, in fact, many other able but deceased Peagreen, Elk Horn Valley—Yes, in calling at a house where there are two or more upon whom you are supposed to make the call, you deal one card to each. This is the excitement which numbs all feeling in some men when wounded, and they fight on until they happen to catch sight of their own blood and then sink helplessly down. It is a sort of nightmare in which no man can beheld responsible for bis words, and in which no one notes tho flight of time. To some an hour seems a day. To others the sun passes from the noonday mark to the edge of the horizon so swiftly that they are amazed. "It is a matter I very much regret, and 1 do not see how 1 can mend it jest yet. I will, however, do what 1 think it- best for all." Lillian Sucker, Bridgeport, Conn., writes: At what hour should a you. man call npon his fiancee? In the Alleghany mountains to the west, 50 miles away, was a rough but comfortable house surrounded by a feyv acres of land whieh Senator Percy had owned for years before his death and occupied with his family for several weeks in summer. There he had found good shooting and fishing and rest. After receiving the latest "news" and sitting down to wonder what they should do, mother and daughter remembered the place and its quiet location and soon determined that if flight was necessary it shonld be in that direction. It was out of the track of the armies,and they would not be disturbed, and they might hope that after a few weeks the Confederates would either regain permanent possession of the valley or that war would be at an end. The faith of the south in its soldiery was sublime, and it never wavered until the last nun was fired at Appomattox. That "fei st" reunited in both Ker.ton and Biayton being detailed tem porarily to tho quartermaster's department. When J aekeoii moved away for tiie.Luray valley, all the guards were mount- "Here—this way—for God's sake give me water!" It all depends upon local cnstoE , Lillian. Just before breakfast is eariy enough and any time after that For my own part, I was working on a morning paper at the time I became the affianced of my first wife My day's work was done at 2 a. m., and on the way home I used to call on my fiancee, but I had to poison eight dogs before I was admitted to the house. We should leave these matters, Lillian, to the prompting of a pure heart It is a wounded man who has heard the ghoul moving about. No matter whether he is a friend or foe, he may yield plunder. Tho ghoul bends over him and begins a search. The wounded man may quietly submit, hoping at least to bo rewarded with water enough to moisten his parched tongue and burning throat. If so, he is spared. If not, strong fingers seize his throat and fasten there until he is dead, or his own bayonet may lie driven into his heart. An army in the march is a monster serpent on the move. Far in advance are cavalry scouts. Then follows a body of troopers. After that comes the advance guard of infantry. Then artillery, more infantry, more artillery, and finally the wagon train. The highway is packed with a living, moving mass for miles and miles. Infantry and cavalry overflow into the adjacent fields on the right and left. Where there is a bend in the road they cut across it. Horses fall lame or sick and are abandoned. Wagons break down and are unloaded and set on fire. Gnus and caissons get mixed or upset in the ditches, and a hundred men lend their aid. Sore footed men stagger and limp and finally throw themselves down and declare they can go no farther. Here and there a musket is accidentally discharged, followed by a shriek and a fall, and half an hour later the victim fills a grave by the roadside. The mass advances a quarter of a mile and halts. Another qnarter of a mile and another halt. Only in the case of a single regiment is there freedom to step out and march at the rate of three or four miles an hour. vain The coining of night docs not always end a battle, but as darkness shuts down tlio combatants lose their desperation and become more wary of each other. Banger, thirst and fatigue begin to tell. As the fire C.f artillery anil musketry slackens the cries of the wounded are bC nr«l, and those who have escaped unhurt begin to estimate the losses. If Jackson could not break that Hank before night shut down, then hid sacrifices had been in vain. Then the thousands of dead and wounded belonging to Longstreet and Hill had simply been led to slaughter. An older was sent to General Hood, whose brigade of Texans had l)een held in reserve for an emergency. Jlood placed himself at the head of his 4,000 men and dashed forward. They had to traverse a swamp and then cross an open space on which the dead already lay touching each other. The Texans had only lDegun their forward movement when every piece of artillery and every musket on that flank was turned upon them. With yells of defiance they rushed forward. The skeletons of men struck down in that swamp were dug out years afterward as burial parties soitght for the dead of the war. Wounded men fell into the pools of black water or floundered about in the ooze, but those unhurt used them for stepping stones. \&: :a '/ P /£ , A tfc w ;W w« x 2j(3fc&* kv { | ftCI r^ JL\'h %? "^' :\ h tv wf m •■ Hl v Ct.C ' For half a day Lee's whole army had hurled itself against the Federal lines. Every foot of ground on that long front had drunk blood. The lino was broken only at one place, but that was fatal. There the fight continued to rage until long after nightfall, but at last it giadually died away, and a solemn hush fell upon the bloody field. One may conquer and yet be so near vanquished that ne nas no stren&tn joj anffiner djow. oo it was with Jackson. He had broken the Federal line, but he conld not follow up his advantage. Even if night had not come ho mnst reorganize his shattered commands, replenish his ammunition and permit the wornout men food and sleep, Hyderangerof Jackson, IBss., writes: "Is it proper for a girl of my age, going on 15, to have her picture taken holding of hands with a young man to whom I am not engaged, but met twicet in the Bible class?" Just before sundown on the second day of his scouting along the front Kenton came very near crossing a highway np which a Federal scouting party were quietly riding in hopes to come upon game of some sort. The rattle of a trooper's saber put him on his gnard, and he had just time to sink down in the bushes to escape observation. Not ' -o; " -  And when the summer Bun comes np again a hundred bnrial parties will be scattered along this front, and a thousand men will be busy digging the long trenches into which the dead are to be heaped. There will be no time wasted. The dead will be picked up as fast as possible and dragged or carried to the trenches. No one will ask their names, no one search their pockets. Side by side, like sticks of wood, heads all one way, and then a covering of dirt is begrudgingly given. Years later the trenches bidden by brier and bush will be opened, and the bones lifted out to be carried to the spot where a single monument mu9t serve to cherish the memory of thousands. No, Hyderanger, it is not proper, although a tintype showing you seated with your toes turned in and your lap To decide was to act. While the ladies set about packing whatever they might need, Uncle Ben was told to have a vehicle ready for a move at daylight. When Mrs. Baxter was informed of the contemplated move, she promptly volunteered to go along, and her offer was as promptly accepted. It was not only a part of her plan to maintain an espionage on Marian, but to be on hand when opportunity might offer to favor Captain Wyle's cause. Such a flight would bring mistress and servant closer together. There was u grim determination about the woman worthy of a far better cause. She hated Royal Kenton simply because she believed he stood in the way of Ike's advancement. She would be faithful to Captain Wyle simply because jt would assist Ike. She had always fretted because Ike had no ambition to climb up. Hw «*cuse had alwavs been: THE SCRAPBOOK "Dod rot't iii!" irrim'lcil Steve. A battle dees not cease at once. It is an hour or more in dying away. There is a sputtering and growling here and there, and men give up their work of death grudgingly. At last a hush comes. It is absolute to the men who have been deafened by the roar for hours and hours. It is a blessed relief, but they look at each other in alarm. The very stillness frightens them. They have seen dead and wounded men before them, to the right or left, in rear, for hours, but have scarcely given them a thought. Now when the hnsh comes the frenzy gradually goes away, and they stand appalled at the slaughter. The hush does not last long. It is broken by the cries of the wounded—by men who have suffered pain and thirst and fear for long hours. There is nothing known to living man which can be compared to these cries rising from a field of slaughter as night comes down. Men who have suffered and made no outcry while daylight lasted nCwv seem to be seized with a tear of the darkness. Men who seemed to have been struck dead are revived by the falling dew to plead for life. Some call out in quavering voices, like children when in the darkness. Some curse; some pray; some revile. Here and there one, realizing that he is wounded unto death and that help will come too late, maintains silence. With an effort which starts the red blood afresh, he carries his hand to the pockot in which lies a photograph of sweetheart or a last letter from the wife at home, and the burial party finds his dead fingers clutching the relic and his glazed eyes fastened upon it—his last glimpse of things mortal, writers, so that now, as a matter of fact, if William wants a real good book to read and enjoy, ho has to go to work and write it himself. od, having noon transterroo ro tne cavalry, but the pair were loft behind in disgrace. So they considered it, and they were further humiliated by the jeers and flings from comrades as they filed past. Of course Mr. Howells and Mr. Dickens belong to two different schools of literature. Mr. 'Dickens belonged to what might have been termed the active and earnest school, while Mr. Howells rather leans toward the dry goods and notion schools. "Dod rot 'em. but this 'ere laughin match hain't over yit!" growled Steve as he shook his fist at the backs of his comrades. "Yo' ar' doin the grinnin jest it'll lDe our turn bimebyl Befo' thio I'liss is over with the southern conieaeracy win do powerrui giaa oi every man it kin rake and scrape into the ranks!" [TO BE CONTINUED.] The trail of a marching army, even in a country of friends, is a trail of iuin and 5esolation. Every soldier is an engine of destruction. He has a feeling that he must desolate and destroy. Trees are felled and fences pulled down to repair the roads, gardens are despoiled, crops are trampled under foot, fruit trees denuded of their branches, stacks and barns fired by accident or design. It is as if a fierce cyclone had passed over the country, followed by a plague. Selling the Spiritualist. An old gentleman, apparently from the country, one day entered the room of a medium and expressed a desire for a "spirit communication." He was told to take a seat at the table and to write the names of his deceased relatives. The medium, like many othera, incorrectly pronounced the term "deceased" the same as ♦'diseased," sounding the a like s. The old gentleman carefully adjusted his "specs" and did what was required of him. A name and relationship having been selected from those written, the investigator was desired to examine and state if they referred to ono party. It is fair that I should say this, for I am not literary, and therefore I am impartial. I belong to tho Authors' club, •Which proves that I am not literary, and therefore I know Mr. Howells will forgive me if I speak briefly on this subject. Nothing could check tha{ rush. Grape and canister and bullet killed and wounded 2,000 men, but the other 2,000 swept forward, dashed over the earthworks and were driven like a wedge into tho Federal flank. It was the climax. Beaten but not panic 6tricken, tlie men iu blue fell back step by step, fighting over every foot of the ground, and at length they rested on a new line. McClellan alone knew that he was beaten. He talone realized what would result. That great army, only a portion of which had been driven, must retreat to a new lino and a new base of supplies. Jackson's coming from the valley and placing himself on tho flank had imperiled the fate of the nation. Like the strategist he was. McClellan assumed much, concealed much. While ho brought up ft-eeh troops to hold the victorious enemy at bay ho issued orders for retreat. Kenton had nothing to sav. Ho was oven secretly glad that the machinations of his enemies had resulted in nothing worso. In his pocket at that very hour he had n letter from Marian detailing the family flight from Winchester, informing him of their destination and counseling him to do his duty as a soldier and not lie disturiied Over tho plots of his enemies. She knew that ho was being maligned and vilified for hoT fake, so she wrote, but she hoped to bo worthy ot all the sacrifices be might bo Compelled to make. Mr. Howells ' 'cannot laugh any more over 'Pickwick' or Sam Weller, or weep over Little Nell or Paul Dombey." His early life was not very discriminating, and so he liked some of Dickens which now he oaunot endure. That may be true. Our tastes do not always improve with years, and surely it is not good taste to get $25 per column for running down Charles Dickens or any other standard author just because our tastes have changed. "Dod rot my infernal hide, but how's a feller goin to start? Show me a way to climb, and I'll git thar or die tryinl" Just time to sink dtrum in the hushes to eacapc observation. bo with the man who had been dogging bim. He was aiming to cross the road lower down, and as he stepped out a dozen carbines were leveled at him, and be waa a prisoner in an instant. Kenton waa too far away to hoar what was said, bnt we can relate it. Reube Parker no sooner found himself in the hands of the enemy than he asked for the captain in command and said: So JackfOfl'8 army swept forward to Front Royal. His command outnumbered the Federal force four to one, and his presence was not suspected until his artillery began to thunder. The Federal commander soon discovered the situation, but he did not retreat without a fight. He gathered his handful of men, posted them to cover the town, and for an hour they held Jackson at bay. it was only wnen they were almost surrounded that they gave way and sought shelter in the passes of the mountain. Jackson paused only long enongh to bnrn such Federal stores as he could not handily carry away and then swept down the Lnray, bent to the left, and next day was before Winchester. He attacked and recaptured the town and drove every Federal to the Potomac and across it before he baited again. The war had opened a way. No matter if Ike was regarded as the poorest soldier in bis company and the last one who wonld deserve promotion, he had made her believe that be was on the road to military glory, and that on bis "success depended her opportunity to become somebody." She was ambitious even if poor and ignorant. In some way which sho could not yet determine Kenton was to disappear, Captain Wyle was to wed Marian, and Ike was to become "a great gineral and ride around on a critter." "I declare they do," said he. MBut I say, mister, what has them papers to do with a sperit communication?" full of massive hands, while the young man stands off and refits his forefinger on your shoulder, as if in the act of putting his wet finger on a flea, is a grand sight You had better consult your parents, though, if you have any, and they will be apt to tell you. They ought also to give you at the same time a goblet of boneset tea and make you pitch seven or eight loads of hay into the loft of the barn. It would take up your attention for the time beng. Buttercup, Tacoma—No, it is not proper for a young man to invite more young ladies to a theater party than the box will hold and then compel them to take turns in holding him. A young man who will do that ought to be taken aside and reproached by means of a Texas bull whip in the hands of old Vox Populi, while my old friend, Veritas, holds him with a big halter having a large leather knob on the end of same. THE EARLY MORNING CALL. "Say, Kenton." oxrlaimed Stove as ho suddenly turned on him, "why don't fo' rip and cpss and tear an show yo'r feelin's?" "You will see directly," replied the medium. Dickens gave us very often a description of the remains and allowed us to take his word for it or go and analyze it ourselves, while Mr. Howells dissects and analyzes as he goes along and doesn't leave any intermission during which tho audience may get up and go out if it prefers to do so. Whereupon the latter spasmodically wrote a "communication," which read somewhat as follows: "I don't deny bein a scont, and yo' see me yere in Confederate uniform with a pass signed by Gineral Jackson. Tbar's two of ns, and I reckon yo* might as well get the other one while yo'r about it." "We have both been wronged," slowly replied Kenton, D'hut time will make all things right if we do onr dnty loyally and faithfully." "My dear husband, I am very glad to be ablo to address you through this channel. Keep on investigating, and you will soon be convinced of the fact of spirit intercourse. I am happy in my spirit homo, patiently awaiting the time when you will join me here, etc. Your loving wife, Betsy." rur wwKB nnu weens buiivb nan ueen accumulating in rear of that grand army. There were thousands of beef cattle, train loads of bacon, rice. Bait, beans and other eatables. Thousands of spare tents bad come forward, thousands of blankets, uniforms, shoes, muskets and other supplies. Boxes of hardtack were piled up 10 feet high for miles and miles. Barrels of Hour, covered with tarpaulins, bliut out somo of Mr. Howells says that tho Englishman is always an inadequate observer, and that is true.) So is the American. Dickens' "Martin Chuzzlewit," however, Mr. Howells sayB, is roughly true.. And wo aro pretty rough on ourselves lately too. It shows growth. It is the jimsou weed town alone that is sensitive when we say its stockyards ought to be farther away from its high school There was no sleep for any of them daring the remainder of the night. Uncle Ben got a wagon ready to carry provisions and clothing and a few articles of fnrniture and the family carriage in which the women were to ride, and as dawn was breaking a start was made up the valley. They had company on the road. Foor or five farmers below Winchester had set fire to their own houses and barns and come into town, and during the night artillery firing had created a new panic among the residents of the city. Marian bad been made anxious by the story told by Mrs. Baxter the evening before—not that she put any faith in the report, because fclie had become aware that Kenton's petition was a painful one, bat because she realized that the situation would become still more grave. She worried over his capture and feared he might have been wounded, and she couldn't help but feel that, no matter how brave and loyal he was, he would become a victim of conspiracy and circumstance. She was somewhat consoled, however, when she went to the carriage house in the gray of morning to notify Uncle Ben that all was ready. His life service in the family hud given him certain privileges, and on certain occasions he did not hestitate to express his opinions. "I reckon so," said Steve an ho turned away, "but yo' Yanks is a dtimed cur'us lot o* crittvrs jest the samel" "Do yon mean that yoa were in the company of another Confederate scout?" asked the captain. CHAPTER XVI, The full horror of a battlefield is realized only at night. While darkness shuts out a thousand horrible sights, it yet adds to the horrors. Here and there parties searching for some officer, dead or wounded, move about with lantern or torch to guide them. Tbey, Btepover the dead. They tread upon hands and arms outstretched. They slip and stagger on the spots of earth wet with blood. Tne wounded hear and see them moving about, and they call out with renewed strength for succor. A wounded horse who has been lying down in a pool of blood sees the light approaching, and there is something human in his whimperings. He pleads and coaxes. With agreat effort he gains his feet and hobbles along and utters his pleadings and reproaches. "That's what I mean." "And where is he?" While Jackson was pressing .on to join Lee most of his cavalry was detached and left in the valley. The Shenandoah guards, which hail dropped the title wben transferred to the cavalry, were a portion of Iniboden's command. The Federals poured into the Shenandoah and Luray from the north and recaptured everything and pressed the Confederates slowly back to Staunton. Neither side was strong enough to possess and hold the valley. The Confederate occupation defended one of the roads to Riuhmond. The Federal occupation defended one of the roads to VVashington. There were sconting'and raiding and clashing ot sabers, but nothing like a general battle resulted. Both commanders had been instructed to avoid this and watch the mighty movements developing elsewhere. "Good gracious, but my old woman can't be dead," said the investigator, "fear I left her at homo!" Then the Federal government grasped the situation, and three different armies were dispatched to close in on Jackson and destroy him. The battles of Cross Keys and Port Republic followed, and Jackson fell back to join Lea and take part ip the battle which was to sweep McClellan f,rpm the peninsula. The Shenandoah and the Luray were now in possession of the Federals, to be held till tho close of the war, but only witt? desperate fighting »t intervals. "Round yere sumwbar, I reckon. If yo'U beat up the bushes purty lively, yo'll be apt to uncover him." "Not dead!" exclaimed the medium. "Did I not tell you to write the names of 'deceased' relatives?" "I'll have the locality searched, of course," said the captain after a long, bard look at Reube, "but it strikes ine you are a mighty mean man to give your comrade away." Mr. Howells and Mr. Lowell were very great admirers of each other, and when either of them got a literary swat in the eve he would go and get the other one to tie it up with a ohicken croquette over it This was lovely, yet who can with genuino joy read Mr. Lowell's "Biglow Papers" now, and has not even Mr. Howells something in his old scrapbook that he wishes to goodness' sake he hadn't ever written? "Diseased!" returned the old man. "She ain't anything else, fc* she's had the rumatiz orfully for six monthsl"— Tit-Bits. "Yaas, I reckon itdoes," imprudently drawled Reube, "and inebbe I'd better tell yo' why. It'sbekase he un s another of yo'—a reg'lar bo'n Yank who'e mean 'nuff to sell out both sides if he coaldt Reckon he's got lots of news fur Gineral Jackson this time, and yo'll git a prize if yo' git holdo' him!" r "Got a boat?" she brnsquoly demanded of a Detroit photographer as she walked in the other day. "Yes'm." '- And a Cshpole?" "Yes'm." Her Revenge. A Specialist. Nubbin—I've a dreadful summer oold. And now the gallant Caster, with his command, reached the Shenandoah with the army of occupation—-a young man, fresh from West Point, on whom the volunteer officers looked with distrust, but only waiting to prove bis worth, Custer belonged to Michigan. His first command was the First, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh cavalry regiments of tbat state, known as tho Michigan cavalry brigade. While his fame was national, while bis sad death years after the war in that terrible massacre touched the heart of every American, it is in Michigan more than anywhere else that his memory is reverenced. It will live there until every soldier and soldier's son and grandson sleeps beneath the sod. The plains of northern Virginia were given Pp to fierce battles between infantry, tbe valleys to desperate charges and bloody conflicts befcweep tho opposing cavalry forces. C? Cobb—In the head or chest? Nubbin—Head. What's good for it? Well, most everybody else lias. Even Charles Dickens had. And so have L No? "And a painted occan for a background?' ' Nubbin (surprised) — Well, you needn't get huffy about it What's the matter with you anyhow? Cobb—I decline to answer. But in 50 years from now let us ask the timid little tonchmenot who Bells books 011 the trains how William and Charles are standing as to sales of books." CHAPTER XIV, On this battlefield of Cold Harbor are nine or ten thousand dead men, ten or twelve thousand wounded. The living and unhurt are exhausted with the day's struggle, and the wounded must He through tho night. There are no searching parties abroad, no details to give succor. From forest and thicket and field the cries of the stricken continue hour after hour, but they cry in va n. in tho swamp over which Hood charged wounded men lap the water thick with mud and slime. They struggle as they sink slowly into the ooze, struggle and shout and pray, but dig their own graves, as it were, and some of their blackened bones are there today. Here, where the brigades of Hill moved over tho open ground to charge the troops of Seymour and Reynolds, the dead lie thicker than they will in the streets at Fredricksburg or on the slop* a at Gottyebnrg. Theie aro no wounded—at least no voices cry out to us through the darkness. Here the Federals had 30 pieces of artillery posted to command tho approach, and as the Confederates advanced the slaughter was something terrible. Sixteen hundred and eighty dead men lio here in this open spot of five acres. They were struck dmvn by round shot, by bursting shell and by grape and canister. There are bodies without heads, bodies without arms, bodies which are but fragments. When tho burial party reaches this spot tomorrow, they will name it "The Butcher Pen," and that name will cling to it forevermore. Napoleon would have-said that no troojm in the world could have been advanced under that awful lire, "Yes'm." Ike Baxter's wife made her way to the Percy mansion to find eveiything in confasion. Every neighbor had fled, and such friends as remained were exaggerating the results of Jackson's defeat and retreat. Reports were brought tn by this one and tbat one that Jackaon himself intended to burn the town and leave only desolation behind him as he fell back. As a consequence, though brave enough duriug the earlypart of the day, night came to find Marian and her mother fall of alarm. This was added to by Mrs. Baxter's appearance. Her errand appeared to be to give information of the servants who bad fled In terror, and in this way she gained admission to the presence of the ladies, though as she left the kitchen Uncle Ben shook bis head and muttered to himself: "Look liko Capo May?" "It does." Cobb—I'm the one man in the world who doesn't know how to oure a oold. —Detroit Free Press. What is a battle like—a battle in which 10,000 men tall in their tracks to die with the roar of the guns still sounding in their ears and as many more lie there for hours cursing and groaning and praying with the pain of their wounds? McClellan was Ciu both sides of the Chickahominy, with the spires of Richmond in view. His front was miles long and defended by rifle pits, earthworks, felled trees and natural obstructions; More than 100,000 Federals faced Lee along this line. Behind them were camps and wagon trains and field hospitals and supplies cumbering the ground for miles and miles. Jackson's men rushed to the attach. the camps from sight of the highways. Hero and there in torest and field were great heaps of forage for the animals, and hero and there great heaps of fixed ammunition for cannon or musket, Thero was the value of millions of dollars lying aliont, and nearly all must be sacrificed. Withdrawal meant retreat. Retreat meant that Lee and Jackson would assume the aggressive and seek to utterly annihilate tho Federal army. "Can you get a good looking young man to sit on tho boat with mo?" In 50 years proud will that man be who, as an American author, can even depend upon a regular semiannual criticism from such a gentleman and scholar as Mr. Howells, and therefore I say again that Dickens must have been a great genius, or long ere this Mr. Howells would have dropped him and made an attack on me. "I can." Christina Endeavor Notes. ''Then 1 want six photos." "Yes'm. Do you go to the seashore this summer?" At the Idaho convention a paper 1 % yards long containing the names of 168 Endeavorers among the Nez Perce Indians at Fort Lapwai was exhibited. "See yere, Miss Sunshine," he began, 'what'lDout dat white woman in dtf kitchen?" "Nawl Dad's busted in business, and we'vo got to take cheap board on a farm. I want tho the same, yon know. Want 'em to send to a girl friend who is sick and can't get anywhere this summer. She'll think I'm down thero all right." The Second Reformed society of Muskegon, Mich , has recently built a new sidewMk around the church. "Den let me tell yo' to look out for her. Nose too sharp. Faco too sharp. Eyes jest like snaik's. Walks aroun jest like a cat!" "She's to go with us," was the reply, We should all of us avoid too close a criticism of what we have grown weary of. I used to be very fond of the Little Neck clam, Mr. Howells, but once, a few years ago, I was almost snatched by the rude hand of Death from the great field of letters by the brisket of a small clam no larger than a West Shore dividend. Yet I do not say that the clam is to all men utterly unwholesome, poisonous and fatal. Others will judge you, not by what you can be, but by what you are, but you must judge yourself, not by what you are, but what you can be.—Ivan Panin. The work of destruction began almost before the cheers of Hood's Texans had died away. Whole regiments were detailed for the work. Tho cattle could be drivel] away. A part of the most valuable stores could bo hauled off. It is a rule of war to leave nothing behind in retreat to benefit your enemy. He is often left the dead and wounded to embarrass him. The soldiers wore ordered to destroy, and they seemingly took delight in obeying. The heaps of flour, meat and clothing were given up to the flames, and as the heavens were lighted by tho midnight fires people on the house roofs in Richmond believed the green forests to be fiercely blazing. Never had a general more to sacrifice that he might bo stripped for fightj never was the hand of destruction more luthlessly applied. A night was not sufficient. All iiext day while those in battle line held the enemy at bay thousands of men were burning and destroying. When the Confederates marched over the ground, they wero appalled at tho sacrifices made. When the last heap of forage had been given up to thp flames, McClellan was ready. His lines wero abandoned, and his army was in retreat, but thero was no panic. Lee and Jackson were ready to follow. They hoped to find a fleeing mob, but whenever they attacked it was to be boaten back by mon as valiant as Napoleon ever saw turn at bay, Mije by mile they retreated, pausing now and then for a fierce grapple In which they could justly claim a victory, and at last the James was reached, and the army had been saved. What of the dead and wounded? Nothing. They figure in the reports of battles only as figures. "Sort of an illusion, eh?" "Why, how can she hurt us?" "Tellin lies." Jackson had looked his last upon the Shenandoah. He was to become Lee's right arm and fight elsewhere until his fall in the darkuess on the bush lined highway at Chancellorsville. Another took his place, and the dead Ashby was replaced by Stuart to lead the cavalry. "Sort o' revenge rather. We were down thero last season, and she stole my summer young man away. I want to make her believe I'vo got him back. Hurry up with tho fellor and tell him he can sit with one arm around mo and his mnstacho touching my ear."—Detroit Free Press. "Atout what or whom?" McClellan was altout to attack. He was even writing his order when Lee fell upon his wing at Mechanicsville. That was a feint. Tho fight at Meadow Bridge, directly in front of his center, was a piece of strategy. The assault upon his wing at Cold Harbor was meant to annihilate him. The battle ground was made up of swamps, cleared fields, patches of forest, timber covered hills and old fields grown np to bushes and briers. McClellan had two and three lines of earthworks here, and here his guns wero planted as thickly as men could work them. Longstreet and Hill attacked here. They knew the strength of the position; they had counted the odds. There was no skirmishing, no waiting. On a front three miles long the Confederates suddenly appeared and rushed forward to the attack. Had they numbered five times as many they would have been beaten back. They were repulsed again and again by the fire which se« med to burn them off the face of tho earth, but those who lived came back again more desperato than before. Only their leaders knew why this terrible sacrifice was being offered up to the god of war. Lee had planned with Jackson. Jackson had left tho valley by way of Brown's gap to fall upon McClellan's flank at Cold Harbor. The sacrifice in front was to give Jackson time and to mack his movement. When the juniors become old enough, they graduate into the regular Christian Endeavor society. "Look yere," replied the ol4 man, lropping Ms and looking arouna, 'I'ze gettin purty ole, but 1 hain't don jlind or deaf. I knows all 'Iwut dat Yankee Kenton an dat Captain Wyle. 1 knows dey boaf wants to marry yo'l Oar nowl" "I nebber did like dem white trash folks 'tall, an I can't a-bear to hev 'em aroaod. I know dat man ob tiers, an de twoob'em together hain't worf shacks!" Loyalty is one of the characteristics of Christian Endeavor—loyalty to the society, the church, the pastor, the denomination, and, above all, loyalty to God. Let us go back to Royal Kenton. We left bim just as Reube Parker bad been made prisoner by a Federal scouting party. .ReulDe basely sought to betray him, but he failed of his purpose. The Federal captain beat up the neighborhood as th(#oughly as possible, but Kenton slipped through his fingers and returned to Jackson to make his report. It was his information, seconded no doubt by that of others, which decided Jackson's move to Front Royal. While the general seemed pleased at Kenton's success, the latter could not fail to perceive that something was yet amiss. In bis own mind he felt gqie that he was mistrusted, und it was easy to conclude why. Not that he had failed in any one particular to-do his duty, but that tho officers and men of his own company, for reasons already given, were seeking bis downfall. When he had finished his report, he was ordered to his company, and again he found only one man to give him greeting, Steve Brayton chuckled with satisfaction as he extended his hand and asked for particulars. The others only gave him hxiks of distrust. When Kenton was asked regarding Reube Parker and had made his explanation*, Steve grew thoughtful and serious and finally replied: To me he is paris green, powdered glass and rough on rats, while with the majority of humanity he goes well in most any form. Of course there is no law that will stop Mr. Howells from raking over the works of Charles Dickens, if he wishes to. Perhaps the long experience Mr. Howells has had in monkeying with literature, if I may be permitted to use a strong but rather orude word, has shown him how literature is made, and because he can now see the stitches where Sam Weller is sewed together ho wants to kick down the whole structure ai:d bust the tear tank which goes with Panl Dombev and Little NelL Don't do it, Mr. Howells. Why want to push over Mr. Dickens' tear tank because it is larger than yours? moreover, in tearing down tne lJickens structure you are allowing the public to look in and see the shavings with which you stuff your own heroine and the little monkey wrench with which you turn on the sad yourself. We writers, Mr. Howells, owe it to each other to avoid any falling out whereby wo may allow tho people to discover how wo spread on our pathos, for the public does not really want to know. The Percys bad heard a rumor that several of the guards had been killed or captured at Kernstown, but had no reliable inf jrmation. Mrs. Baxter gave the number and their names. The last name on her list was that of Royal Kentoa, and she added the information that it wa* be lifted by all the surviving guards that Kenton was to be held responsible.An Awful Symptom. "Why, Uncle Ben!" she reproachfully exclaimed. Mrs. New Wed (in tears)—Oh, George, I'm so glad you've come! You must go for the doctor at once. I'm sure something serious is the matter with baby. Those only die who leave behind no memory of virtue.—Hentz. "It's jest like I tole yo', leetle Sunshine. 'Member when dat Ike Baxter Jun cum home on a furbelow 'boat six weeks ago?" The noted English Endeavorer, Rev. Joseph R Morgan, says the four pillars of Christian Endeavor are the pledge, prayer, the consecration service and committee work. Mr. New Wed—Why, what makes you think so? Has ho symptoms of croup, whooping cough, meas  "I believe I did hear he *jrs home." "An all de time he was home be dun ronsed Mars Kenton up hill an down. IVhat fur? What he got to say 'bout Mrs New Wed—Oh, no, no; something more serious, I'm sure. Hohaau't cried today.—Brooklyn Lifo, The All Absorbing Topic. "I don't see bow," quickly replied A young husband met an old and preoccupied friend whose mind is 'weighted with thoughts of things extraneous to family affairs, but wishing to be agreeable he asked after the family and of course the baby. "Beautiful, beautiful!" was the reply. "We had the little fellow christened on Sunday." "Indeed, '' said the preoccupied one, with an air of interest, and then inquired, "On the arm or on the leg?"—Doctor of Hygiene.  Marian as a look of pam and surprise same to bei face. "H« braved danger with the rest, and he was also made prisoner." 4 /;D, sd f£j Post Mortem. Mortuary Jests at the expense of doctors will have iio end. It is recorded that one doctor lately asked another: "I'm sure I dnnno, but I'm tellin fo' what they all say," remarked the woman. "Didn't know but Captain Wyle had told yo" all how it happened." '» but from 4 o'clock to sundown the Confederates jharged again and again, leaving their dead nearer earthwork and breastwork each time. "How do you manage to get your bills paid?" "Oh, I generally have to sue the heirs," answered the second doctor.— Youth's Companion. Here, where Porter massed 80 gnna at Alexander's Bridge in the vaiu hope of saving the center, tho dead cannot bo gathered and buried for days. They aro not corpses, b;;t fragments of corpses. Anns and legs will be found amid the branches of trees,and hands and feet and pieces of flesh and bloody bcnes must bo raked up as if it were a hayfield. Here, where General Cooke with his cavalry charged one of Longstreet's divisions and was broken and shattered and routed within five minutes, 500 horses cover two acres of ground. Among them are BOO dead and wounded troopers. It was a gallant charge, but it was made in vain. Even by noonday no man can passover that field without staining his boots with blood. If corn grows here in after years when men shall be at lDeace, it will grow rank and tall, and the rustle of the stalks in tho summer wind will sound liko a chant in memory of the dead. "No. He has not been here." "Everybody's cheerin and shakin hands with he nn, 'cause be un whs so brave. He an killed 10 Yankees with his sword in tbat fout. Uineral Jack- Ion shook bands with bim down at tbe tavern befo' all tbe people. Reckon he nn will be made a grand ossifer fur bein so brave." A Lcmhoii In Manners. Littlo Boy—How long have you had that doll? A Dead Sure Thing. Littlo Miss—This is a girl doll, and you oughtn't to ask her age.—Good Dashaway—Here's a telegram announcing that my uncle is dead. I've been expecting it all along. Newa Cleverton—How do you know he is dead? You haven't read it. And so Longstieetand Hill advanced again and again to tho sacrifice until their dead and wounded outnumbered the livimr. The atternoon enn was sinking lower and lower. By and by it was only an hour high. Then tho roar of battle along the front suddenly ceased. Hud the remnants of regiments and brigade become panic stricken at the awful waste of life and Hod from tho field'/ Had they sullenly refused to obey orders to advance again? Had Lee given no all hope of success and withdrawn from that front? Fuf five minutes scarcely a musket was discharged. Then from the heavy forest directly on tho flank of tho position Jackson appeared. Tho flank of an army is its weak spot. Even if attacked in tho rear it can face about and fight with hope of success, but if tho flank gives way disaster follows. Jackson's coming was Mr. Dickons was an author of some considerable merit, and I cannot see, after traveling over some of his ground in tlio great city where he worked, why overy word of his stories may not have been absolutely true. Tho man with tho red whiskers looked defiant, Dashaway—No, but if he were alive it w;ould have oomo "collect"—Brooklyn life.  She had given Kenton a shot and Wyle a lift, as she thought, and satisfied for the time being she asked if sho could be of assistance duiin# the absence nt the servants, adding that .nearly th« entire colored population of the town had fled, and that most of them woald probably be picked up by the Federals and sent north. Under the circumstances her offer was eagerly accepted, and she had gained the point she was seeking. While Marian and her mother nervous and upset over the situation, they had no thought of flight. It was certain that Jackson would retreat np tbe valley, and that Shields would occupy Winchester, but they were too sensible to fear that the town wonld be given np to sack. They were Vrawrina to retire when they were "It's a good joke on the captai#. but I'm troubled as to bow it will end up. I jest reckon they ar' mean 'nnff to "No, sir," he declared, "I won't believe anything I can't see for myself. " Bis Hard Lot. "If* Jest like I tolc yo', Irr.tle Sutixhlnr." his betters? What his wife 'Imse Mars Kenton fnr? Why she mad at him ? Yo' know whar sho libs?" charge yo' with killin Renbe. They Tho palo party pondered. "Very well, he said after a moment. "I was going to tell you your necktie's up behind, but I guws I won't mind if you feel that way. —Detroit. Tribune. If Mr. Howells can no longer weep over Paul Dombey, ho ought to go to an oculist and have his glands looked over. That's what I'd do the first thing. Kind Old Lady—An old naval officer and neglected by the government? Dear me I can't prove it, hut it will get the gineral down on yo'and tnake things wuss. Dod blast the fules anyway! Wby can't they give yo' a fa'r show oven if yo' be a Yank?" Not one soldier in a hundred more than catches a glimpse of a battlefield. Ho seldom sees what takes place outside of his own regiment. When two great armies grapple* they must have room. Tho front may be three, fonr, five or si* miles long. The lines of battle run across open fields, through the woods, over bills, across highways, thrpugh orchards. As soon as the firing begin* tho smoke shuts in the vision to tho right and left. Troops may stand or lie down, have the cover of a breastwork ©r none at all. They may charge or b« CHAfTEB XVII. Rusty Rufus—Yes'm; had command o' one o' Kelly's boats. May I arskyou, ma'am, fur a leetle more oold chicken? —Chicago Tribune "No." "In dat bouse jest beyan do cooper shop. Yo' know who I dun saw go in dar yesterday?" QUEWK9.AND ANSWERS. Tbe crisis came next day. Reuba Parker bad been carried into the Fed' eral camps as a prisoner, but owing to the confusion and excitement was not strictly guarded and managed to make his escajw and arrive at Confederate headquarters less than 24 hours after Kenton. After a brief interview with Captain Wyle the pair proceeded to General Jackson's headquarters, and IDch»s r.udeness Prevail Tl»e»"e? Miss Blodgett of Rome, N. Y., asks: "Is it corroct for a young gent to take the arm of a young lady, or should the young lady tako hisscn? Please answer and oblige. " "No." Hotspurr (as the crowd crushes its way to tho supper room)—How rude of that Miss Milyun to elbow her way so! Item. "Dat Captain Wyle! What he want dar, hey? I know! He want her to cum yere an tell yo' whoppin big lies 'bout do Yankee lawyer an praise hisself np at do same time! I jest tell yo' to look out fur dat woman!" Father—Why don't yon marry Miss Bondolipper? She has lots of money? Son—Her family are opposed to it Father—How about Miss Bondclippe1 herself? It is midnight. McClellan is moving qnietly to tho rear, tho Confederates along his front watching, waiting, sleeping. Tho wounded have almost ceased to call out. The faces of the dead have been made whiter and more irbast- Havens—That isn't rudeness; it's forgetfulness.That depends a good deal on the circumstances, Miss Blodgett, and the prevailing customs where you live, for if you live in Rome you should do as the Romans da Havens—She evidently thinks she's in a crowd at a bargain counter.—Chicago Record. Hotspurr—How's that? Son—Well, she belongs to the fami- .—Texas Sif tings. _  Uncle Ben bad taken a dislike to Mrs