Pittston Gazette

              PITTSTON, LUZKRNE CO., I\\., FRIDAY. MARCH 22, 1895. ESTABLISHED 1850. D VOL.. X1.V. 1«J. ittt f Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ent. Tho game is balked." and his h«»afi on the root ot a tree. He dreamed that be bad just come in from making a charge at the head of hia brigade and was approaching Iris commander to report a glorious success; that tho general said to him after thanking him for his achievement, "Colonel, it will give nie pleasure to recommend you for promotion to the rank of brigadier"— "(it;nerall" Ho awoke and saw Jakey Slack looking down on him. It was he who had spoken tho word "General!" ings he had passed. It was near 11 o'clock, the hour when people wore assembling for worship, and he pictured tho neatly dressed throngs moving to church while bells wore ringing in the belfries. All over tho broad land congregations were assembling, unmindful of tho struggle that was going on at Chickamauga. Marching through fields of yellow corn, guided only by a distant but continuous roar, the division each moment lessened the distanoe between it and the army whose fate hung on its quick coming. The direction taken led them toward tho north side of the horseshoe and the rear of the Confederates. First a small body of Confederate cavalry, guarding a hospital, wero met These were easily scattered, and the column moved on. Striking the Chattanooga road, the division marched on down it. There were heights to the east, and on these were guns. It was plain to the gunners that tho advancing column was a rosouing coluipn. They opened fire to delay it The Union troops did not heed them. There was a more important enemy—a more important work farther on. resoue tno taiiiuy rrom impending ruin. ItD was at this juncture that Napoleon began to concern himself especially about the Institutions and history of England. Along with his Keeker he studied Smith's "Wealth of Nations," thon only twelve years from tho press. Tho Elizabethan ago —not Indeed for the intellectual glory that was In It, but for its political Intrigues— Impressed him greatly; and he undertook to do Into Action the features of that era In a novel entitled the "Count of Essex." Thon ho flow back to his "History of Corsica," revised the parts which he had sent to the A bbo itaynal, and pressed on with the rest. Alongside of Voltaire, he would set up a rival produotion of bis own, called the "Masked Prophet"—a marvelous and impossible invention out of Persial Literature was thus mixed with affairs; fiction flourished at the meager meals which Madame Bonaparte was able to set for her family; anathemas of Joseph's unprofitable wine-shop were illuminated with paragraphs abont tho glories of rebellion; and tbe mulberry orchard back of Ajaccio was oursed In the middle of an apostrophlo peroration about the regeneration of mankind!CH1CKAMAI1GA. Striking the road leading to Alexander's bridge, he found himself in rear of the Union line of battle that had open- NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. BILL NYE IN NASSAU. of his ambition as the poppy of the orient, blunting the senses and stealing over the better impulses for progress like a ruinous drug. You say on your arrival, "I will go at once and get my luggage from the wharf." If by evening it has not come, you ask at the offioe and let it go at that. By and by you say, "Well, I'm going home in a couple of weeks, and I'll let it remain there at the dock, so that it will be handy." The Young Soldier Ambitious to HE EATS GREEN COCOANUTS AND PLAYS WITH THE NASSAU DOG. By Ckptain F. A. MITCHEL. O ■4* Shine as an Author. [Copyright, 18M, by American Press Associa- Some Striking Characteristics of Thin An- tion.] WHITES A HISTOEY OF CORSICA. imal, Who Dwells In Close Proximity to [CONTINUED. J Tho enemy were moving to the attack. As Maynard glanced toward the Union line to see if it was in condition he saw a division faco to the left and bogin a march in rear of another division, leaving its place in the lino a defenseless, yawning gap the Nassau Hob—The Natives Shown Up CHAPTER XXIII THE NINETEENTH OP SEPTEMBER. Seek* a Publisher In Vain- Revisits His In Their True Light. Native Land—Despotic Treatment of Hi* [Copyright, 1895, by Edgar W. Nye.] Seldom has an army been in a mora., critical position than the Army of the Cumberland at this juncture. The Confederate overlapped the Union front on tne norm oy nait a dozen miles, ana between Confederate* and tbe Chattanooga road leading from what was both the Union left and. rear into. Chattanooga there were only small bodies of cavalry. Bragg had but to overwhelm these, ctoss the Chickamauga and march a few miles westward to seize this road and throw himself between his enemy and that enemy's base—Chattanooga. It was his intention to cross Reed's bridge by 8 o'olock in the morning with one column, and Alexander's bridge, a few miles above, at the same boar, the two oolumns to join and seise the coveted road, attaok Crittenden's left, while a third Confederate column, crossing at Oalton's ford, would attack him in front Crittenden once crushed under these combined forces, as it was expected he would be by noon, the whole Confederate army was to overwhelm Thomas, still ten miles distant, leaving Mo- Cook, SO miles away, to be finished Kinsfolk—At This Period Displays Will- As these lines are being penned the good ship Cienfuegos is going to pieces on the rocks, and the mullet, the angel fish, the yellow tailed snapper, the cowfish, the spikefisb, the jewfish, the shark, the smelt, the mackerel, the skate, the flounder and the eel are sailing up and down the gilded saloon and criticising the architecture of the ship. A colored islander dived for our mail and rescued it, one bag at a time. For this he received $100, or about $5 per bag. One hundred dollars on Harbor island will maintain him In affluenoe for 100 years. The Nassau bog is a trifle more meager than that of Florida. Yon can read long primer typo through a Florida hog, but here you may read nonpareil through this one. In fact, I think that he rather magnifies the letters a trifle. Some use the Nassau hog in cases of weak vision. "General," said Jakey as he saw his friend's eyes open, "it's ben a d d hard flglit." fulness and Gloom. "Great heavens! Some one has blundered. " ICopyright, 1685, by John Clark Ridpath.J V.—Flashes of Obscdbitt. "For heaven's sake, my boy, where have yon been, and what aro you doing here? The battle will open soon again this morning. I wonder it hasn't opened already. Yon must get back." "I thort I war a sojer." "Well, Jakey, you are a soldior, that's a fact, and I'm not" The Insurrection In Lyons quelled Itself before the arrival of Lloutenant Bonaparte's contingent. The municipality proved Itself sufficiently strong to put down the Insurgents without the assistance of the military arm. Fighting there was none. Napoleon's company, arriving in due time, was stationed In the city for a month. It was a small beginning of war for him who was destined, with lees than a decade, to lead a victorious army over tbe Alps into Italy. "Halt! Go back! Great God, what are yon domgr We have just visited the phosphoresoent lake. It was a very dark night, and every ripple sent forth a brilliant blue flame. Our boat disturbed thousands of fish, each one leaving a track like a rocket as he got away from our boat I carried a oane and stirred up a phosphorescent display that would enable one to read the Nassau Guardian through in three minutes. I think that this lake Is the most remarkable thing about Nassau.Who could hoar him at such a distance? Who would obey him if heard? Oh, the agony of a sight like that! To soe men marching not only to their own destruction, but the destruction of their comrades, doubtless of the whole army, and without the power to prevent them. Oh, for a battery with which to fire smoke over that deathtrap—tooonoeal it! Oh, But they were marohing directly in rear of the Confederate line. Filing to the right through an orchard and open fields beyond, they came to a point where the dim outline of the troops engaged oonld be seen through the overhanging olouds of smoka The reserve halted in a field between the two bent flanks— the two heels of the horseshoe. "Leave these rarikg!" "Reckon I'll git cashyered. 1 ben away 'thout any furlough." "Where?" "Waal, I thort I'd go 'n see Souri afore th' fight cos I moughtn't hev no ohanoe after it I monght git killed, 'n then I wouldn't be no srood nohow." "Have you seen her?" Bonaparte's leave of absence—so eagerly sought—soon became as Intolerable to him as to the rest. His paper gave him privilege to be away from his command for six months; but before the end of the fourth month—Inventing casuistical reasons— he impatiently left Corsica to rejoin his oompany. During bis stay In the Island, he had accomplished something—something that would have been much in any other. He had induced the French lntendant to agree to allow his mother's ni»im He had pushed forward the inert Joseph to try the law as a profession, and had seen him installed at Bastla. He had urged upon bis gouty uncle the necessity of patriotism 1 He had drawn up and submitted a system of ooast defenses for the principal ports of the island. He had prepared a scheme for the creation of an insular army. He had studied and written incessantly at a furious speed, completing his Oriental novel and his "History of Corsica." The latter was oast In the epistolary form, and was dedicated to Monselgneur Marbceuf, now promoted to the see of Sens, j ed on the left A force hurried by tc the support of comrades at the front The ground ..he ws had just been fought over and dC 7 ind wounded scattered every wher , taring a wood, he pushed forward through it A young soldier, a boy of 18, was sitting on the ground, supported by a tree, gasping lor breath. A red stream running down his bosom showed that he had been shot tnrougn tne lungs. "You are tmniting of home, my boy," muttered Maynard and pushed on. An officer lay in his path and begged him . for what the wounded crave so eagerly—water. May- The disturbance at Lyons put a date to Bonaparte's career at Valenoe. He had remained In that place from tbe fall of 1786 to August of 1787. This period of twentyDtkfe* -montba, though obsouw4n its manifestation's, was one of the most Important in his life. It was the transition from youth to early manhood. At this atago in the lives of men, the mind passes rapidly from one oonditlon to another. Particularly Is this true if study have been tbe mood and genius tbe attribute of the person concerned. There is no cow on Harbor island, and goat's milk has to suffice. We were taken by the rescuing schooner Good [TO BE CONTINUED.] We had a swimmer—a native accompanying the b w»t—und the whole body was outlined in fire. I never saw anything like it in my life. Stirred by a wild burst of generosity, I opened my heart and gave her a large English copper as we bade her goodby. HOPELESS. "Yas." "And Laura?" he started up. ••Yas." Mr. Brown Buns Up Against a r» Modern Innovations. SCENE L Representing Mr. Brown in his room fumbling impatiently in the drawer of his dresser. "And you told her"— "Reckon." Maynard paused In his questions. He dreaded to know how his wife bad received the news. Did she condemn him with the rest? This is no joke. She was a cute little darky girl who swam like a porpoise and cut up in the water like everything. I asked her what she would take to oome to America and act in my household as French maid. She said that she did not care to go to Amerioa, where people did nothing but follow industrial pursuits. "By Jove. Not a button on my shirt I That is always the way when I am in a hurry I Anna, Anna I Oh, where ii that chambermaid? Well. I must find my •wife." Napoleon here went forward from the early part of his seventeenth to the completion of his eighteenth year. If he had oontlnued in the reckless oourne which be took at the beginning, his life at Valenoe would little concern the reader a century afterwards. But with the coming of the spring of 1786 an Iron resolution entered into him, and he became a truer student than ever before. Probably no greater degree of mental concentration and compression was ever exhibited by a young man In the world than by Napoleon Bonaparte brooding over his books In his humble apartment at Valenoe. later on. "There was nothing on the left to prevent the execution of this attractive plan but the two bodies of cavalry at Heed's and Alexander's bridges. Eight o'clock came, and they were not overwhelmed. The snn stood high over the valley of the Chickamauga, and still the Confederate* had not crossed at either of these two points. The defenders of the bridges were a swarm of hornets flying in their enemies' faces, with many an effective sting. At noon they were still stinging. It was not till 8 o'clock in the afternoon that the defenders of Alexander's bridge were forced to give way, and those at Reed's bridge only retired on learning that the other had been captured by the enemy. 80 the morning and the afternoon passed, and when evening fell bat 8,000 Confederates had been thrown across. What was to have been executed on Friday, the 18th of September, must be deferred till the next day. Will it then be too late? nard" rodo about hunting' for a stream or a spring. At last he found what he sought, and filling a canteen rode back to where the man lay. He was dead. In his hand he held a picture of wife and two little children. Within hearing of the booming in front and shells cutting the trees above him he had passed from the harshest through the gentlest of human feelings to the eternal peace. Jakey put his hand in the pocket of his coat and took ont a card on which was a picture of Laura holding her child. Maynard seized it, and in a moment his eyes were riveted on it to the exclusion of all other objects. His mind drank in thirstily all it suggested. "Mark," he exclaimed suddenly, "for these yon must win back your spurs." "Reckon she ons nd like to' ter hear y' talk thet away," put in Jakey sympathetically."Jakey, I'm a changed man. I feel that I am to have a chance to vindicate myself on the field today. For two days I have been fighting in the ranks. I have had only a private's opportunity, and that is to furnish material for the sacrifice demanded liy the god of war, while the god only smiles on those who lead the victim. Today—today "Soniep'n'll turn up sho', y' bet." "Come, we must get some breakfast We'll noed it soon. This day will decide the fate of the Army of the Cumberland."Going to a group of 6oldiers near by, from whose campfire emanated the pleasing odor of boiling coffee, the two asked and receivod a breakfast A fog hung over the valley of the Chickamauga which screened the two armies from each other. Maynard and Jakey were ignorant of their surronndings a hundred yards distant, so they munohed their "hard tack" and swallowed their coffee, quite willing to be hidden from Confederate fire while they were doing so. Meanwhile Jakey gave bis friend an account of his trip and how ho had arrived on the field at noon the day before. "How did you find me, Jakey?" asked the hearer. "Waal, I ast a good many so J era, 'n none of 'em knew whar jr' war. 'Bgut dtaVT. henrd"t*fle o*-tb' wfv artry/Wf Th' old brigade, our brigade, thet knew y\ 'He was a-tellin how y' went with 'em in a charge. They all liked ter hev yw do thet away. I ast him whar I mought findy', 'n he rockoneSlie goin tip this way. So I kem 'a found y\ Thet's all.'' As he finished Maynard exclaimed: "Look!" bcknr u. "Qully!" exclaimed the boy. for a ovclono to blow dust in the eyes of those Confederates! God grant that the stupidity which prevails in war may seize those southern generals now; that they may not reap this offered advantage. May they be blinded! God, this is terrible I "There! They seo it ffhey aro preparing to march through it There they go. Hear those cheers—that rebel yelL They're near it They're in it Our men are breaking on tho right of the gapi There goes a regiment, a whole brigade on the left Heavens, how those gray coats leap forward! It's a splendid sight if they are Confederates. They know it's all up with us. The whole right of the army is giving way, broken, scattering pellmell over the field, chased by the southerners pouring volley upon volley after them. "Stop and rally! No! No one could rally troops on the breast of Niagara But there's a crumb of comfort—those men nearest this way are beuding back like wrought iron. They are not breaking. Good. There's a faint hope for the left But O Lord, what's tho left with the right and center gone?" And now comes a spectacle, a contrast which must always stand out a splendid monument of heroio endurance in the great cemetery of war—the spectacle of an army, one half routed, gone, drivon like dry leaves before the wind, the remaining half holding in check for more than half a day a force against which the whole had found it difficult to contend. Standing in the center of the "horseshoe," the fortification of which Mb wisdom has constructed during the night General Thomas, intent upon the troops of .Mff-oqpi corps, with ne word from his commander in chief, for a time not knowing, or at least admitting, that the army is by all the rules that govern the science of war defeated, goes on fighting as if "there Is but one Army Crf tho Cumberland, and that composed of the troops under his command. The bright put to flight, the Confed Mrs. Brown's study. She is seated at her desk surrounded by books, engaged in writing an articlo on the comforts of home for a ladies' magazine. Enter Mr. Brown. The oolored people of Nassau are divided into (1) males, who do nothing, and (3) females, who see that future generations shall grow up to take the business off their hands. Meanwhile the Regiment La Fere had been ordered from Doual, to Auxonne, in Cote d'Or, 182 miles from Paris. Thither Napoleon repaired, to rejoin his command, in the last week of May, 1788. He took with him the manuscrlpffof his "History of Corsloa," seeking a publisher, t*t finding none, either at Valence or Lyons or Auzonne or Paris or anywhere else In this mundane sphere forever. In that same week, Alexander Hamilton wrote his last paper for The Federalist. One month previously, from the presses of Strahan and Cadell, in the Strand, was issued, by the author, on his fifty-first birthday, the greatest history ever composed by man. It would be impossible to define the mental condition of Napoleon at this stage of his development. Politically — for though a soldier he was always a politician —he went halting between two forces. The one tendency drew him powerfully towards the local Independence of his native Island* This involved hatred of the oonquest and annexation of Corsica to France. It also Involved hatred of France itself; of the French raoe; and df the Frenoh monarchy in particular. But the other tendency drew Franceward with equal stress. It was from tho powerful fact of Franoe that all benefits bad thus far flowed to the family of Bonaparte. By Franoe he had himself been educated. Besides, Corsloa, even as an independent state, was a limited field of action. Franoe is great Franoe offers world-wide distinction. Our commission as Lieutenant of artillery is a French commission, and our very sword is a French blada Mr. B. —Say, dearie, would yon mind sewing on a button for me Mrs. B.—(Abstractedly)— A what? Mr. B.—I asked if yon would mind sewing on— Riding on, Maynard met an officer he had known intimately. Without thought of his altered condition the degraded oolonel waved his hand in salute and cried out, "How goes the battle, major?" The officer passed by with a look which Maynard never forgot It sent the hot blood mounting to his cheeks. He could have cloven the man's skull with bis saber. But there was no need of that Was there not an enemy at the front? Yes, and there was death. Ho dashed on and arrived at one of the hottest points on the left just ns a lino of cavalry was moving to a charge. With them indolence is an inheritance and industry a nightmare. Tomorrow is their day for doing everything, and the tomorrow they refer to has never yet been foaled. The ambition of the young officer now sbot out In several directions. Deeply impressed with the fame and power of the great authors whose writings Just then were setting the world aflame, he, too, would be an authorl Such was the quality of this singular personage that he never distrusted himself in anything. Before the end of bis eighteenth year be conoclved himself able and qualified to write a history I Corsloa should be his thema He would write the annals of his native land In so philosophical a manner as to place him alongside of the Abbe KaynalI He went so far as to address a letter to that august personage, telling him that ho himself, though a youth, was already a writer. He begged the historian to exouse bis audacity. He flattered him by saying that ln- Mrs. B.—(ColdlyD— Sir! I am a literary woman! GREEN COCOANUTS. The thermometer yesterday was down to 54, which is tho coldest for 80 years, and some of the colored people had to put on an extra potato sack to keep warm. None of them wears shoes, with rare cxcoptions, and I saw a middle aged person selling tomatoes one day who Mrs. B. —A graduate of Vassar, pot4 of the class of 89, a member of the A. A. W., a Chautauqua graduate, author of "Woman In the Literary World," and— Mr. B.—Alas! Will to Dunmore town, a little hamlet on Harbor island, and were met by all the inhabitants, who asked me to leoture.As we approached the island we oould see the tall cocoannt trees waving in the soft February breeze, a temperature like June at the north. Mr. Jaoques got a piazza full of coooanuts when we landed, and all for 25 cents. We had a big native out the ends off these green nuts, and we drank the juice. There is as muah difference between a coooanut just off the tree and one that has been plucked several months as there is between the new laid country egg and the dramatlo or stage egg. Mr. B.—I know it! I know it! Mrs. B.—And you wish me to sew on a button! Sir, yon insult me! The moon is lighting up the field, the woods, the summits of the two ridges inclosing the valley of the Chickamauga and 100,000 soldiers. The air is oold and crisp, and myriads of campfires are Mattered over the valley as a reflection of the starry heavens upon the bosom of a lake. All night the moon gleams upon the steel of the two sleepless armies— the Confederates pushing across the Chiokamauga, the Unionists marching to cover their unprotected left Many a soldier caste his eye up iuto the serene heavens and remarks the queen of night looking down upon him, so pale, m eold, so dead, as if in mockery of his own animate being and ptophetio of what may come for him on the morrow. From the southward comes the tramp of dust covered men in blue. At their bead rides one who before the sun twico sets is to take first rank among the heroes of Chickamauga Thomas is leading his men farbeftDiT3" Crittenden fotbe exposed left and roar, to the Chattanooga road—the road commanding the line of communication of the Army of the Cumberland. It must be a forced march, for the time is short and the distance is great. From the eastward the'Confederates art pushing across the Chickamauga Joining them, he rode down into a storm so wild, so fierce, so full of destruction that surely ho thought the ooveted death must come. But the gaps in tho ranks were to his right, to his left, anywhere, everywhere, except where he rode. And when the troopers with whom he fought came out of the fight Mark Maynard was still among the living. Mr. B.—(timidly)—Then please tell me where your chambermaid ia Mrs. B. —She is attending a lecture on physical cultura Mr. B.—And my shirt— Mra B.—Have yon not wasted enough of my time? I pray yon leave ma lira Vv i lUr wKfog'a ififi Mr. B. (going out disconsolately)— Perhaps the oook knows enongh to sew on a button. I do not like the grocery store coooanut nor the desiccated truok which is sometimes sprinkled over a frosted cake, but a juicy green nut just off the tree is soothing and refreshing to the weary stomach of one who has been wrecked. All night the soft wind sighed among the tall palms and rustled the long leaves of the banana, while ever and anon one conld hear the gentle bleat of the kid. So opened tho battle of Saturday, Sept 19. Throughout that day Maynard rode wherever ho saw that grim specter hovered. At times he was with the cavalry, at times ho would dismount, and leaving his horse in the rear go forward with a musket On one oocasion, catching the enthusiasm of battle, he was forgetting his misfortune when the officer of the regiment with which ho fought recognized him. The two had been at enmity. SCENE IIL The kitchen. The oook bending ovet a book. Cook—100. H. 05. That is the formula Nitrogenio, pro to oxide of hydrogen.Mr. B.—Caroline, can yon sew this button on for me? But our "History of Corsica" is a patriotic and insurrectionary document It is inconsistent with our allegiance, and hurtful to what Franoe may promise hereafter. Therefore we would better shuffle, and rewrite our book. We will put it into the mouth of a Corslcan patriot of the old Genoese faction, to which the family of our mother Ramolino once belonged. In its present form we make a oopy of It, and send it to the great Paoll in London; but he returns it to us, putting us off with the counsel that we are as yet immature, "too young for writing history,"and adding words to the effoot that our book is not sufficiently original. In truth, our mind is a vortex, a maelstrom of conflicting tides. Here at Auxonne, during our stay of eighteen months, we will sit down again, Insatiable, In solitary gloom, and devour the greatest things thought and written by men whom we shall one day surpass and eclipse! Cook (stirring the mixture)—See, sir, how this unites. There is only a little anlphor hydrate laoking. Where is it? We were scattered about among the oottages of Dunmore, and I slept with Mr. Coffin of Boston. We were both grateful to find ourselves alive, even though the people where we stopped took our bedding and put it on the other folks in the still watohes of the night Mr. B.—Here is the shirt I* Qqq*— No, no.. My sulphqjjste of ammonia? Afi, 1 remember, fought to bave put tbat on— "Leave these ranks!" .■ Mtfj nardJarwrtT," sairtliat be dressedanflwhoaddressed him.-' Throwing down his gnn, the hot tears bursting from his eyes, he turned away. Agairvhe was tramping through a cornfield onttrerffSfik of a regiment wtffin he saw a division geiferal inspecting the men as they passed forward to an attack. He reoognized the general who had sent the spy to him. Their eyes met Maynard had by this time come to see through the device by which the other had lej kifQ into his position and regarded the officer steadily. The man turned his horse's head and galloped away. There was one man in tLe army who did not care to look him in the eye. THE NASSAU DOG. wore nothing but a wooden leg and a look of chastened melancholy. A shark had met him nine years ago in the harbor while on his way to lunch—the shark, I mean—and had participated about $8 worth, considering the darky to be worth $75. NAPOLEON BT A TOO IN. Mr. B.—What! Yon are not going to poison us? dulgence, extended to a neophyte, was a sure mark of genlusl He enclosed to the Abbe the first two chapters of his alleged "History of Corsloa," theoaoography only being surpassed by tho heresy of the rhetorlo and the massage of grammar I Cook—That does not matter! What troubles me is tbat I forgot to put the carrots in an alembia There is an experiment lost! Those who were capsized in crossing the reef were fitted out as well as possible with dry clothing and gladly took what came along. A prominent Philadelphian appeared in a sponge fisher's overalls, and a New York lady cheerfully rolled up the bottoms of a pair of flannel trousers and paced the deck with a glad smile. We half suspect that the bottom motive Id this business was not the hope of being a historian, but rather the distinction of having correspondence with a great man. However this may be, the Abbe indulged Napoleon, wrote to him, advised him to study further, and then to rewrite his work. Not only did the historical ambition have the Lieutenant, but the romantic also. He took somewhat to novels, and for the first time falling In love, determined to write a novel. At the bouse of Madame du Colombler, he made the aoqualntanoe of her beautiful daughter, and fell In love with her—after the manner of all young lieutenants. The flame of this passion presently went out, but traces of It are seen In his correspondence until what time— oeaslng to love Mademoiselle Colombler—he turned pessimist, denounced love as a mockery, and in particular as the drawback to human ambition! This is true. Mr. B.—But who is to sew on my button? Also some other things which I have Baid in this letter. Nest week I will show up the joys of a winter in the Bahamas.Every available passage is occupied, but there is little left of the bridges, and it is alow and hazardous work a£ the forda. bodies V igfif1 -**•» like The fog had suddenly lifted. They were on a ridge which bad bean forti- nigfat. Jfce works resam» Ming a horeeshoe. position was on the left side of the shoe and corn- •rates prepare to crash the rt mai rider of the army. All around the ".aorsesboe" -they gather forces oiid burl them against the blue coats. The first onset fails. There must be another. A second Cook—But me no bvttona It is time for the class in chemistry. - Exit -Mr. B. SCENE IV. The officers said we were the best behaved party they ever saw at a wreok. This is a high compliment considering that we had never attended anything of the kind before. streams. They flow easily across open countries, but become choked in narrow ways. Yet the work goes on. It is a long night—long for these men wading through water or standing in the chilly hours past miduight in wet clothing. It la an eventful night, for if they get across in sufficient force, and the way la still unblocked as yesterday, the fate at tbeUniaii ahtiV is Xeftldd. At midnight Maynard lay under a tree trying to catch some sleep: The exartioa of the day would harve-brodgbt it,' manded a view up the Chattanooga road, which ran directly north from where they were. There a short distance east of the road and overlapping the Union left the lifting mist revealed a line of Confederate gray. As Maynard spoke, with a shout they rushed forward and took possession of the they had been trying to grasp for two days. They were between the Union army and Chattanooga. J • * s • / waves goes rolling on and dashes against the logs behind which the one armed Army of the Cumberland is fixed. It recedes without making a breach. It will need more such waves—a constantly beating surf. Surely that curve, with flanks bent almost in a circle, almost touching, cannot be called a line of battla It may be a curve of battle, but how can such a curve stand against tho whole Army of the Tennessee? The nursery. The babes are screaming at conoert pitch and palling each other's hair. In tho midst of the hnbbnb sits the nurse, her eyes in a fine frenzy, oomposing an elegy to Night John Clark Ridpath. A Phase of Fatalism. The disaster occurred on Monday morning at 4:80, and at sundown we were all landed on Harbor island. On Tuesday morning we went aboard the schooner and started for Nassau, 62 miles distant, but the wind died down by 10 o'oiock, and we were becalmed. I told Captain Sweeting repeatedly to luff, but he seemed to think he knew hiB own business better than I did, and so persistently refused to luff. BEATINQ A CROOKED GAME, """i The day passed with a succession of blows upon an army still too "strung out" for its own good. But they wen all successfully resisted. Wherever a place was weak some brigade orilivtstfDn was sent to strengthen it, usually leaving p plaoe where it had been. But all points were strengthened in time. A1K damfegb repaired, at least the damage on which hung defeat The damage to tfeo, dead and thirsting wounded scattered along the line for miles could never be repaired. It could be counted and laid down accurately in the official reports, but who can count or repair the hearts broken with every charge, every defense! "Not many people will agree with me perhaps," said a man the other day, "but In addition to persons inheriting diseases I think they often inherit the same fate. For instance, I have seen large families of sisters, nearly all of whom became widows, and looking back a generation or so it will be found that widowhood early in life became the fate of their aunts, mothers and grandmothers. I heard a friend remark, too, that deaths did not happen very often in her family, as all lived to be quite old, and although the family was Nurse—"Oh, azure night, what splendors rare!" Ob, my stars, I mast have • rhyme for rare. k Victim Hires » Professional to Settle Hi* Poker Account* Mr. B.—Jane, do yoa know how to ■ew on a button? "I once fell up against a skin poker j&me," said a department clerk of sporting tastes. "At that time, being rather foung, I took a great prido in my game of poker. A man whose acquaintance I had made in tl barroom steered me into a quiet little reso-t in an out of the way place—on Eighth street it was—in Phlladeplphla. I played thero 18 times in all, and on every occasion I lost. In all I waa out about |4o0, I think. Norse—Button—button! Bat that does not rhyme with rare. "Oh, azure night"— But this curved array of bayonets is too tough to be broken in front It .mij6t .be taken in flank. There is a ridge just beyond the right heel of the "horseshoe." It has been abandoned by the Unionists. No one soems to know why. Climb up, Con federates; seize this ridge. It commands the Union right Once firmly lodged there yon can hammer them unmercifully. for he was exhausted, but his position Leaving Jakey where they were and instructing him to stay there till he ahoold retarn, Maynard went-dowa to take a hand in the fight Ho foond a dead soldier, whose mnsket and cartridge box he seized, and poshing on to the line of firing took position with an infantry regiment The enemy, unsupported, were driven from the Chattanoo ga road to a ridge neafcby, wh'— " In the midst of the fitful gleams of this erratic life may be seen burning the coals of that furnace-heat which tho years have not yet extinguished. The student Bonaparte became a pale, living reality. He supplied hlinself with the works of the leading authors of the age, and devoured them with the rapacity of one starving. He made himself familiar with the writings of Voltairo and Necker. The one be followed through the mazes of the new French learning, and the other through the lntrtcaoles of practical finance. For months together, In his lodgings and about the barraoks, ho might be seen, with book in hand, muttering as he read, penciling the margins, approving and condemning the doctrine, according to his judgment or whim. There never was a time In his life when he swept within his grasp a greater amount of intellectual products than during the after part of 178fland tho first half of the following year. - m to the army with which be had no pl*M WM-btumkiff him Uk« n bob-iron. ▲ few days before, and ho would Eave been leading his brigade through these stirring scenes. Now he was not even a private soldier. He was an outcast, a wretch too detestable for the respect even of menial cooks and strikers, of teamsters, of tho grasping horde of army followers, whose toSllWtl the soldier and rob the dead. The moon, finding a convenient opening in the boughs above him, looked at him in a way that in a measure quieted Mr. B. (rushing oat—Great heavens! Even the mi reel * ' ' However, the Santiago, bound for New York, and a sister ship of the Cienfuegos, hove in sight just off the wreck and took us in tow, so that before sunset on Tuesday the Hog island light, off Nassau, could be seen, and the white breakers shooting up 80 or 40 feet into the air, with a background of palms and the white walls of the fort. SCENE V. numerous they rarely needed the services of an undertaker. Another thing in this same line of thought is the fact that one Individual will have the fatality of having the same kind of an accident befall him right along."—Louisville Courier-Journal. Intelligence offioe. Mr. B. very red and oat of breath, to the manager: ' 'Sir, will you please advertise in all the daily papers for a girl who can neither read nor write? Six dollars a week and generous presents." Manager—A girl who doesn't know how to read or write! Bat, my dear sir, I doubt if— "I chanced to know a man who was ft professional card sharper. A police detective with whom he was on entirely friendly terms had introduced him to me, and tinding him a very original person and rather • curiosity in his way I had kept ap the acquaintance. To him I went on this occasion and told him about my experience in the poker game aforesaid. It was a palpablo swindle, against which an outsider had no show whatever. Finally t had seen the proprietor of the den, who regularly took a hand, 'hold out' an ao« of spades. And so the son went down over a field *»-which there wan no victory nodefeat, only suffering and death. „„ jjro batted and gav» their puristjerfr'& deep*, ate fight. Then the regiment to whiol Maynard had allied himself was order ed to another part of the field, and hi went with them. Passing through D thick fire of bullets, which were miugleC with the larger missiles of cannon, hC encountered a sight that'- has seldon beeu seen on the field of battla Crouch ing under a log was a little girl about f years old, who, having got caught in among tho disputants, was right in the midst of a battlefield. Mayuard novel forgot the contrast between the terrified child and the unmerciful scenes surrounding her. Going a volunteer, he was under no man's orders oxccpt as he cEoee to obey them. Palling out of the ranks, he went to the child, took her up in his arniH, and while bullets pinged about them and shells screeched above them carried her to the rear, to where he had left .Takcy. And the gray coats do olimb the ridge *njL^r9° ftrHllAnr with thurn The union oommanaer sees tneir. ana at a glance discerns that without a force to drive them from it his army is lost There is no such force. Every man is engaged and needed where he is. The general's brow is knit and his square mouth nets even more firmly than before. "There is a cloud of dust rising over there to the north, general, and men marching under it" said an aid. "I wonder who they are." It makes a great difference to the hounded general whether they are friends or enemies. He looks anxiously in the direction pointed out by his aid and orders him to reoonnoiter the uncertain column. The officer rides forward to a point where he oan get a good view, draws rein, dismounts, and climbing a fence brings a neidgiass to Dear on the advancing troops. They are far from him. They are covered with dust, "An ounoe of prevention is worth a pound of cure, ain't it?" said Meandering Mike. A Perverted Philosopher. The people of Nassau are divided into two classes—viz, those who do absolutely nothing and those who solioit pence. CHAPTER XXIV. COMING OP T11E RESERVES. Mr. B.—I beg of you to try, no matter what the oost I will gladly pay it "Of course it is," replied Plodding Pete. him. What fin absence of turmoil on The night has come again. The smoko has rolled away from the battlefield of Chickaraauga. There ie neither sound of cannon nor musketry, except here and there an occasional picket firing. There is another sound within the dark forest where Thomas' men are resting—the sound of the woodchopper's ax. The commander in chief of the Confederates hears it and knows, with a general's* quick perception, that another chance of destroying his enemy ia pawning. Hju can-dot enter tho forest at the dead of night to stop that chopping, and he knows as he hears hundreds of axes replacing the more appalling sounds of the day with the clatter of {heir blades, and now and again some great tree crashing through its neighboip, that by morning his eneiayinii bo ilrfrenShoiT  worka Manager—Ob, pat up your purse, sirl Should I find suoh an inestimable treasure I know a dozen gentlemen, any one of whom would marry her at Bight and endow her with all his worldly goods. Living in Nassau does not cost anything to speak of unless you stop at the Royal Victoria hotel, and even there you may live well at $2.50 to $4 per day, including "sou? sop." Sour sop is a cool beverago made from the juice of the sour sop and flavored with ablinthaher surface I No gone roar in her vall«y»; no .armioe contend for tfrepoiesen•ion of her ringed ridges. The thought for a moment chased away his desire for oblivion. He shuddered at her nothingness. The scenes through which he was passing seemed far preferable. He was in the midfct of man's covet«*l action. While that lasted he could not for long be piunged in despair Thank heav en, he was permitted to seek '•olaoe in auch turmoil, Mich roaring of i?uns and yelling of men as l.ad come and were coming. "Well, dat's de reason I don't accept no job from nobody. Ef I wus workin, I might be tempted ter go on a strika Anil den see de trouble I'd be in!"— Washington Star. "To have made an/ protest on the spot would have been to endanger my physical, lafoty. So, as I informed the card sharp-, er, I decided on another method of getting1 even. If he was willing, I would Intro-, iuce him to the game, and we would di-' ride the proceeds. My suggestion wa«| eagerly accepted, and that very evening my friend sat behind a stack of chips in* the quiet place on Eighth street. Ho waij t man ot great skill in that business, anCM the crude niethdOs adopted by tho petty! (harpers who were associated with thai management of tho gambling house had* M chance in a contest with him. Mr. B.—Alas, I am already married!Coincident with the date of the Lyons episode, came a military order sending the Regiment La Fere from Valenco to Doual, In French Flanders, three hundred and ninety miles distant. Here Napoleon found himself exposed to northern blasts and unfamiliar hardships. In his correspondence be complains bitterly of his situation. He got a fever of both mind and body, and the effects of It lasted for several years. His unhapplness becamo extreme, and he sought by every means In his power to escape from the situation. He would get away or kill himself! Nor were very powerful reasons wanting why be should go elsewhere. The Bonaparte family in Corsica had fallen by this time into desperate straits. Joseph had undertaken to build up a wine-trade with Italy, but bad failed—as he did with most things else. Lucien, ty student at Bilenne, was doing his best to got a transfer to Aix, where he might substitute a priestly for a military education. Madame de Bonaparte, now thirty-seven years of age, was Good Reason. Exit Mr. B.—Detroit Free Press. "What is the use of you saying that you wish you were a barefoot boy again? You wish nothing of the sort." The oolpred brother here ia a shade more worthless than anywhere else on earth. He is also impudent and mean. The police are black, and Dr. Parkhurst is needed every hour. The uniform of the police is rather picturesque—made of dark blue, trimmed with red, and surmounted by a scarlet turban the shape of a jelly roll. A Slur. Minnie—That is what I oall downright mean. "Indeed I do, though. When I was a barefoot boy, the weather was endurably warm."—Indianapolis Journal. Mamie—What? Minnie—Why, the ohurch guild is getting up a series of mock marriages illustrating the rite in various countries and times, and tbat cat of a Mrs. Potts has asked Belinda Parsay to pose in the "middle ages" affair.—Indianapolis Journal. Where Money Talks. , Toward morning his thoughts became leu intense, lws clejrtC" The Bounds ooming from a troop of horses picketed near became more aud mpre eouf  The dbofts"*W *in¥fi resting after a day of hard fighting lost their vigor. The branches above him twined indistinctly. Be slept. Binkers—Look at that shabby millionaire. You can't judge a man by his dress. "As for myself, 1 took no part in the! amusement, but looked on In order to see how things went. Tho capital, to the ex-i tent of |30, I had put up, and I was not, prepared to trust my sporting acquaintance to an unllmltod extent. Though fyiondly, he might not be able to resist », temptation to get ah?ad of his partner. i On tho first night ho won $(XD and on theD next evening $140. Those were large winnings, the game being only $3 limit. The next night he lost slightly from motive# •f policy. To make a long story short, he won somewhat over $900 In tho course of ft fortnight. A division of the proceeds made me about even, so that I was satisfied.Two of our party lost their overooats, and several valises disappeared. Those who hustled for their property personally recovered it, but those who relied on the police did not. "Here, Jakuy," he said, Betting her down by the boy, "tffftime you have a and their flags are furled, so that he cannot tell whether they are blue or Winkers—No, but you can judge him hy his wife's.—New York Weekly. Maynard bivouacked on Thomas' line. The two armies lay too near to each other to light telltale oampfires, and a* all - equipage had been went to the rear and blankets wero scarce the army spent the night shivering. The wood was too thick to see anything above the lower branches. The men needed sleep, but it would be as easy to sleep 011 the battlefield as in the continuous clatter of those axes. Besides distrust had come upon the wholo army. It was an anxious night to the generals, and the men par took of the solicitude of tfceir command era It was known that tie enemy had been re-enforced from Virginia, Knox villo and other points. It was rumoreii that Buruside was coming, but Burn side did not coma To a natural fatiem was added that more appalling wear) ness of being constantly in the presence of death and the certainty that when the soldier should. risA in the morning the grim specter wotfkijdso with him to haunt him for another day. sweetheart, so I've brought you one. 8ho comes to you from the field of bat- structionfor the troops defending them- gray. If they are gray, that means de- "Kverythlng Against Him." Great Staff. tle and probably won't stand any nonsense. Bo you must treat her with proper deference." / . , selves in the horseshoe. If they are bluo, they may servo as a forlorn hope on the ridgo commanding the Union right Briggs—Well, did that doso I told you to take scatter your cold? Nassau now has a cable line via Jupiter, so that one is not wholly out of the world while here. Tho local office is under the management of Mr. Burns, an accommodating gentleman of the Caucasian raoe He was awakened by the sound of a gun. It wft« broad day He' started pp and listened. Then came another dull boom, then another, and in a few minutes there was the rapid firing of a battle ou the left. Surely that is not the little body of cavalry in whoso ranks ho had fought the day before. Braggs—It did beautifully. When I saw you, the cold was only in my throat, and now it is scattered all over me.— Indianapolis Journal. "Golly!" exclaimed tho boy, sqnaring himself bo(ore the wC*jping gijl, with his hands in his pockets. "Tako her to that house do* and wait till I come—that ' oome, and if I don't te' The aid not only sees those troops, bpt the troops see the aid. They, too, wonder if te Is blue or gray. Neither can tell, but hCoin his position they suspect him to wear blue. At any rate, they assume that be does. This is a great sponge depot, and those hoping against hopo that the government would pay her the petty stipend duo for the care of her mulberry orchards, but no payment was mada Almost m Hint. He—What would you do if I were to give you a kiss? who do not sponge a living on land do it at sea The sponges are not so good as those whioh come from the Mediterranean sea, but do very well, especially in pugilistic circles, where they are found to be very suitable for throwing up at the oloee of the fight "I wanted to 6top at that point, In fact, but my sporting friend's appetite for gore was whettod, and ho desired to continue. It is easily to be Imagined that so much money could not be won in tho establishment without exciting alarm and even luspioion on tho part of tho management. More liwk could hardly overcome the (killed methods adopted for beatfhg unwary outsiders out of their money. So I had more than half a notion of what was joining when, on tho last evening of our play at this resort, I was approached and called asido by a person whom I had jome to recognize as the'spotter'of the establishment. Said he: Mounting, he rode toward it through • partly wooded, partly open country. The fields were gray, but the wood* were still green. Then there was the odor of the morning in the country and the chirping of birds hunting for thoir breakfast. It would not bo long before that perfume must give way to the •mell of gunpowder, before the chiming or tns oirds wouia oe arownea oy cue wands of musketry and artillery. Meeting an aid-de-oamp riding at Ml speed toward the south, be ealled oat, pointing in the direction of the fifing, jchlflhjie could now diacemwas on or near the Chattanooga road: look out for this little one, and if neces- Suddenly every flag is unfurled, dissary provide for her. I must go. There playing the Btars and stripes. is hard fighting at the front. " Enough. Mounting his horse, tho aid Jakey took the little girl by the hand J"idos over tho gronnd between him aud and led her away, while Maynard went head of the advancing column. over to the south slope of tho ridge to "Who aro these troops?" seo what was going on at tho right "Tho first division of the reserve Standing ou an eminence, he looked corps." down on the contending linos toward Posted at tho opening of tho struggle the south. ' V to gflfird a bridge across the Chiokamau- Tho sun was now standing .jnidWay (P4 011 tho extreme north of the battlebotweon the horizoi) and the meridiap. field* with orders to hold it at all haz- The day had thus far gone without any ards, this division had for twa days especial advantage on either side. Find- listened to the sounds of fighting withing the left strong, the Confederate com- out firing a shot. The Confederates had mander was massing troopa on the right wade a crossing without using tho of tho lino of blue. MaynaM coftld see bridge watched, and the division was a them marching into position for a gi- useless guard. On Sunday morning its gantic effortsZjr *-• "D ODtumaudee, ubnflng at inaction, yet Thero was a momentary lull in the dreading tho consequences that might firing on tho right, and Maynard thought occur, tho blaine attending a disobedithat from a distance ho caught the encG of orders, determined to burn the faintest sound of a church bell. It might bridgo and inarch to the relief of comhavo been fancy, for congregations would ra(^C)S whotn he divined were being hard not be likHy to rir-W feathering his principal officers and the continuod roar in tho center and a church near by, ho announced to left would likely have prevented a bell them what ho proposed to do. The littlo being hoard. At any rato, it suddenly church, unused at that hour of that holy occurred to him that it was Sunday to anything more vigorous than a morning. j minister pounding the pulpit or tho Sunday morning! Wfiftt a contrast of ''OlCT Hundred, rang with between that and other Suudav mora- tho assenting acclamations of soldiers. She—I'd call for mamma to coma (After a pause) She went out shopping awhile ago ana hasn't got back yet — Texas Siftiugs. There camo want Into the household. Lieutenant Bonaparte, making the condition of hU family a plausible excuse, sought, and In February of 1788, obtained, leave of abscnce to visit Corsica. Thither he went, In poor health and general morbidity of mind. By this time his arbitrary aharucter had begun to show itself In full force. Onco at home, ho played the despot He hectored all his kinsfolk, with the ex oeptlon of the mother, and she could hard ly withstand bis Impetuosity, willfulness and gloom. Ills old and gouty greut-unclo Luclen, from being the main stay of the family, was now about to die. Napoleon sought to alleviate the distresses of the household; but his resources were limited, and his ambitions wero constantly con tending with the purposes born of natural affection. In the Saine Boat. The Nassau dog is worthy of a fast necaymg community. Ho may be ever io proud and ambitious when ho arrives bere, but he soon gets up later and later in the morning, bogins to postpone till tomorrow that which should be done today, does those things which he ought not to have done and leaves undone those things which he ought to have done, and there is absolutely no health in him. "Aw, I say, Regi, what will we do tor tobacco when wo dft?" "Oh, I guess we will smoke togeth«r. Truth. What It Wan. —Life. "What was that I heard you 6inging last night?" anked the wardrobe. One W«y. " 'I'm onto your gamo. Am I in it?- " 'No/ I replied, looking him in the There is a streak of gray in the east. The commander iH chief of the men in gray listens for the sound of gnus in the hands of those he has ordered to begin the attack at daylight and which are to be signal for others. Tho streak broadens; day cojnes; the sun rises; it is 8 o'clock. Still all is silent along the line. It is-only a mittuke, only au order not received Iff tmderstoud by the general who was to lead off, but in that mistake is involved jxissiblo failure. With all the vaunted generalship on the field of battle what is it, after all, that turns the tide except the mistakes? "Do you hare much trouble with your help, Mrs. Ponguiu?" asked Mrs. Waglum. " 'Her Golden Hair Was Hanging Down My Back, * " replied the chair, and the Are went out for air.—Indianapolis Journal. "Who's there?" "Old Pap, with two divisions." Maynard uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure. He has a corrugated back and a conoave stomach. He has insomnia and fleas when no man pursueth. •ye " 'Then you gitl' ho said. "Not a bit," said Mrs. Pcngrrin. "Why, how do you avoid it?" said Mrs. Waglunrin astonishment "I don't keep any," said Mrs. Ponguin.—Now York Sun. "I walked out quietly and was presently Joined by my sporting friend, who had received a similar- warning. I have noti •een him since, and I shall never again play cards in a poker dive."—Washington Post. He makes a good watohdog in some oases. He will watch your dinner till you got out of sight aud then eat it himself."How did he get there?" "Marched all night" Homo again after an absence of nearly nine years, the young officer busied him self more with things great than thmgs little. Ho was more concerned with the political condition of the world than with the dally needs of his mother's house. Ho dwelt more on the stato of Corsica than on the emptiness of Madame Bonaparte's oulslne—more on the woes of Ajaccio than on those of his brothers' and sisters' stomachs. He conceived himself to be the patriot par excellence of his age, and spent more time In delivering socialistic monokines than in ocntrlvlng the means to Fannie—Why do people always apply the name of "she" to a city? George—I don't know. Why is it? Fannie—Because every city has outskirts.—Demorost Magazine. Explained. "Much force in his front?" "You bet! I'm going for re-enforcements," and in a moment he was out of sight. Hit Trouble. Nassau was once the home of enterprising pirates. They are not so enterprising now. Years ago they gave one a ehanoe for his life Now "Chuok m\D a penny, boss!" is the general cry. One Way. First Student—How is it you pay so littlo attention of late to your personal appearance? You should retuembef, "Clothos make tho man." The tall girl mused aloud, "What," said she, "can I do to bring tho count to his knees at my feet?" A courier came dashing from the opposite direction. "Swellnenn." "There's a good deal that is swell about Cholly Cadkius," said one girL The short girl laughed a hollow, wan little laugh, with adash-of bitters in it. "Suppose," said tho short girl, "yon drop a dime on tho floor. "—Cincinnati Tribune. "What news from the right?" "The bead of McCook's column is at Crawfish Springs." "Good The army is safe for the pres- Second Student—Yes, but I can't find a man to make the clothes.—Fliegende Blatter. The olimate here is very fine, but yon must beware of it if you ever hope to grow up and be a good man. It is seductive to the last deareA and robs one Mark Maynard on that Sunday morning was lying with his body in the dirt "Yes," replied the other. "The only trouble is that most of it has gone to his head.''— W aahiuuitou Star.