The Carroll Sentinel from Carroll, Iowa on July 6, 1894 · Page 7
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CHAPTEft XXVIII. courier dispatched by the captain the Federal troop Cached the Unto i doe time and banded the message to leBeral Custei 1 , whose brigade Was fa j| l wfater quarters, but scouting and recoil Tjboltering almost daily An order had j been issued by the general in coin to and jjibl the army in the valley outlawing all tCohfedeiate irregulars and directing (pedal attention to Mosby's baud. Within half an hour after receiving Jthe Courier Ouster dispatched two com panics of the Sixth Michigan cuvalry, With instructions to push forwaid at a -.gallop, and 80 minutes later he fol* flowed them with tfae First and tflfth regimentp and a battery of artillery. i,The flying column found old Uncle Ben patiently waiting by the roadside and Stopped long enough to hear his story. He gave them the lay of the camp oc- ^cnpied by Kenton and Brayton and was "left behind to wait for the main column. Perhaps the besieging force was in ^earnest in making the statement wbich fell from tbe lips of the flag of truce man as an alternative. They had suffered too severely to try another charge p the narrow way, and the fusillade laintained for hours had 'been lead frown away. Ike Baxter had indeed sent away for re-enforcements and liece of artillery, and the guerrilla ^ Mori of tbe force was thirsting for revenge and rife for the most desperate deed. Tbo xirl had defied them, and 'her lover had killed two or three of their number, and somebody must be made to suffer. The sergeant in command of the squad •of Confederate cavalry had no control -over the guerrillas, but when, as they waited to hear from the men behind the rocks, he heard them planning to wreak their vengeance on Rest Haven, he did all in his power to dissuade them. They seemed to abandon, the idea, bnt under pretense of "having a talk" four or five of them slipped away •and started for the house. They were within 20 rods of it and bad already divided up the wicked work to he swiftly •accomplished when the flying squadron turned a bend in the highway and was upon thd'm. They turned to flee, but balf a dozen revolvers cracked, and they were dead men as the last set of fours Jumped over their bodies lying on the highway. Not a trooper slackened bis rein or a horse broke his gallop. "Haiti Dismount I Fourth men hold horses I Deploy to the left! Forward and fire at will!" It was a complete surprise to tbe Cou- iederjites, who had collected in a body to hear what answer might be made to,. the message sent in. They made a sho* of defense, but after a fight of five rain ntes, during which they lost 10 or 1 men, they threw down their arras unc -surrendered. This event was known i the camp almost air soon as outside of it .and the cheers which Steve Brayton nt tered as he perched himself on the rook were plainly heard as far as Rest Hay,«n ^•'Yauk, old boy, we nns is oil tho to; Mi) now," chuckled Steve us ha leaped •wu and shook Konton's hand. "Beiii •I've got sorter used, to the sight o '" Yankee uniforms, I reckon I'll dropovei tbar and tell 'em about yo' and sei . wMnt's goin to be done." "Bnt tell them of Miss Percy first,' replied Kenton, whose anxiety was fa • greater than he bud dared betray to hi comrade. The prisoners were conducted to th highway and surrounded by a gnard and then the senior captain accompuniec Bray ton back to the camp. They were , not long in deciding wbat should be -done with Kenton. They would remov ' him to Rest Haven, temporarily a least, and tbe prisoners would be belt '"there until tbe main column came up A rude litter was soon constructed, an ' Kentou was placed thefeon and borne away. o A feeling of dumb despair crept ove Marian Percy aa she entered thd heusc after Uncle Ben's departure and looked upon her dead. The event was not en •tirely unexpected, and yet Jt was agreii abook to tier, surrounded as.,it was by mioh trying circumstances. The mother dead, Mrs. Baxter gone, her lover wounded and besieged by bloodthirsty (Wen, Uncle Bon gone after help, an al most certain knowledge that tbe worst was yet to come—what wonder tbat the was stricken and helpless? Tbe re of every musket reached her oars, and she shuddered as she realized what might have been. The dead Were forgotten for a moment in her anxiety for the living. There had been no firing for the lost 10 minutes. Had the camp been captured? Had help came too late? She stood in the open door and held herself on her feet while she listened. A sudden crash ot musketry told her wbat she waa yearning to know. The Federal troopers .had attacked, and they were strong enough to beat off or annihilate PlX" report of evert/ inutkel reached now and then as tbe firing died §w»y u littlolior hourt stood utill at tbu tlmt Kouton uud W» comrade W«M (lapturod by those who tbirated J,|pr their lives. Slio could only weep and L PJfay as ttio hours dragged away, Hope to «er only when ttnu hoard the yf imn hoofs. on the frawu roud okfld out to buliold tho twp com, i of Fudorul ottvttiry swowpiug up uy to thy M*one, Uncle Bun CDii in time, uud slu> murmurod, li|«oa him!" uu shu rouliiced wliltt ; ineuut, Tbe deud guerrillas Iny lu uin bight iia the troopers pushed on, the besiegers, Half an hour later she was crying and sobbing and saying to the men who bore the litters "Carefully now)' Bring him right In this wayl lain so glad 1 I was afraid that he was dead!" The prisoners were confined in the barn. Of the entire force not one had escaped except Ike Baxter, and that onljr because he Was absent. There were a dozen or more dead men to bury, and after awhile a detail was sent back to perform the work. A dozen dead, but no wounded. If yon were in the valley that winter, yon will recall tbe bitterness existing between the "irregulars," who were practically bushwhackers and guerrillas, and the Federal cavalry. No prisoners were taken on either side. If a Federal detachment was cut off, never a man returned to his lines. If a courier was captured, he was shot in his tracks*or hung to tbe limb of a roadside tree. There was no more mercy shown on ttje other side. The capture of an armed man in citizen's dress or half uniform meant that be had only 15 minutes to live at the furthest. If be claimed to belong to MOB by'a band, he courted death the sooner. Men who fell in a fight went down to be buried there. Ouster with his troopers found Uncle Ben eagerly awaiting them. Tbe old man,was given a seat in an ambulance, and within 1 n few minutes the general had beard bis story. The order was given to push on at a faster pace, and tbe command reached Rest Haven just as the prisoners had been placed under guard. A surgeon accompanied the column, and while he was busy dressing Ken ton'a wounds General Ouster was holding an interview with Marian Percy. The result of this was an order that the dead woman and the wounded man should be taken back to the Federal lines—the one for burial, the other for proper medical treatment. Whatever Marian wished to take away would be transported for her, and tbe place would t>e abandoned. Steve Brayton had come out of tbe affair a greater hero than be had ever lopea 1 to be. Although frankly ac- inow lodging himself an escaped prisoner and now again captured by the enemies of his cause, every Federal who understood bow be bad fortified tbe camp and defended it to save a wounded and almost helpless fellow Confederate Insisted on taking him by the band and tendering' him hearty congratulations. Even General Ouster himself did not withhold a word of praise after learning from Marian and Kenton of Brayton's bravery and self sacrifice. "Waal, gineral, I dunno about all this," replied Steve, with a good deal of euabarrassmnet... "Reckon I. was the means of gittiii that Yank into the Confederate service, and now it looks as if I was the means of gittiu him out and myself along with him. We uus hev been driv outer the southern army by that font up at tbe camp, and if yo 1 nna don't take keer of us I reckon we uris will hev to bunt a cave sumwhar and bide away till tbe war is over." Tbe packing up had been accomplished, and the cloud woman was about to be carried out of tbe bouse when the burial party was driven in by a strong force of Confederates. Ike Baxter had galloped into tbe Confederate lines, only five or six miles away, with information that speedily sent two companies of cavalry down tbe road as a re-enforcement. One of these was Captain Wyle's, and be smiled grimly as be recalled tbe circumstances of bis last ride over tbis highway. Ike Baxter bad come into camp on a previous occasion to report that Kenton and Brayton were biding out near Beat Haven; and that be bad been nearly killed by Uncle Ben while trying to follow him to tbe biding place of tbe fugitives. Captain Wylo would wash bis bands of the. affair, but a detachment was sent away with orders to bunt down ind bring in tbe prisoners. Steve Bray* ton might be brought in, but be very well knew that Kenton would not be, whether found wounded and helpless or not. After tbo detachment bad accomplished its work be would seek a meeting witb Marian Percy, bat not before, jhe could uot bold bin responsible for the action of others. As tho Confederates came down tbe road in pursuit of tbe burial party Cus- »r ordered, for ward three or four, com- >anies, and tbe pursuers became in turn bo pursued. But not for long, A beavy orce of troopers in gray wore cowing up, and evou a child could have told wbat that look on General Ouster's face lortrayed. For long weeks bo hud tried o bilng on a cavalry fight. Tbe bour tad cowul and the artillery galloping into position, one of his aids is hurrying up the move to ababdon tbe bouse. Wrapped in her bedding instead of a shroud, the dead woman is borne to an ambulance by troopers with uncovered heads and reverent mien—troopers who will be shouting like devils and Wear tbe looks of madmen half an hour hence. Marian goe* with her dead, Royal Kenton into an ambulance by himself, The vehicles take the road for the Federal lines, "You are a noncombatant and had better go With him," tbe officer said to Hteve Brayton as Kenion was ready to go. "Sense me fur differ in with yo'," replied Steve, "but if it won't do no pertick'ler barm I'll stay and see tbis fuss over witb. It's goln to be a right smart scrimmage, 1 take it, and as it'll probably be the last font I'll see I'll sorter hang around. Thar's that ole nigger, though—don't leave him." . Uncle Ben stood in the midst of the bustle with bundles and packages in bis arms and at bis feet. He was told to get into the vehicle witb Kenton, and next moment six horses were galloping a gun over tbe spot Where he bad stood. • Look to the south. The Confederates are debouching from the highway and deploying on the plain. Their hearts are filled with rejoicing as they behold the force of Federals opposed. They, too, have longed for a battle in which tbe. infantry should have no part, and tbe oft expressed wish is about to be gratified. There is no advantage of position. Two thousand Federals, 2,000 Confederates, and eacb bas a battery number- CHAPTER XI. It is within mi hour of sunset on • winter's day. An inch of snow coven be earth like a royol carpet, and dark •ud ragged cloud* drive fait across a cold blue sky. In front of tttmt Haven, looking to lio south, tbu bills ruooda and Juiivu uu Tlie artillery galloping Into position. ing six pieces. Ouster's guns could reach tbe gray horsemen as they deploy, bat every piece in silent. A charge by half his command across that snow covered plain would have swept the field at first and crushed tbe Confederates back into the narrow highway to become a panic stricken mob. No charge was ordered. The man whose name was to become a household word before the end of tbe war and whose life was to be spared on 30 fields of battle tbat it might go out with the shouts of Indian demons ringing in bis ears sat his horse and watched and waited. He had come to the brigade of stalwart Micbigan- ders a fjw months previously fresh from West Point. He had been called a boy, and men and officers had taken no pains to conceal their sarcasm and distrust. Two or three times he had led them in a dash there, but little fighting resulted. He would test them now, and they should weigh'him in the balance. Boom! Boom I Boomt The Confederate butttvy is tho first to open fire, and it is promptly responded to. The very first missile is a percussion shell, and it drives its way into the house so lately occupied by tbe living and the dead, and in its explosion brings wreck and ruin. Twelve guns are belching their death missiles across the open, space when a sudden cry rises to tbe lips of a thousand men. From the western edge of the plain, where tbe pines grow thick, a woman suddenly appears to view. She is bare headed, and her hair is flying about her shoulders. She has neither shawl nor cloak, and her dress is ragged ftud torn. She bas a stick in her hand, and she waves it as if it were a sword iu the hand of a man and starts at a wild run for the eastern edge of the plain, right across the front of the lines drawn up in battle array. The cry of astonishment which greeted ber appearance becomes a shout of warning, but she does not heed it. Enveloped by the smoke of their guns, the artillerists do not see her. Their hearing deadened by tbe load reports, they do not catch tho shouts uttered by Federal and Confederate alike. Round shot and shell go whiziing and shrieking over the snow, and men waiting for battle shudder at tbo woman's danger. "Who's that? Halt) Haiti Ho can never do itt He's sure to be killed!" So cried BOO Federals aa Steve Brayton, mounted on (he horse of a troooer ho had been asked to hold for a moment, dashed straight out into tho plain to bead tbe woman off. He knew.her tho moment she stepped out of tbo woods, Undo Bun bad (old him «f the meeting witb Mrs. Baxter on the highway. He had flung her down (he bunk with tremendous force, and as ho cumo back over the road with Ouster's men he expected to And her lying thoro deud. Nothing was to be seen of her, however, •od his mind was greatly relieved. In her fall, as was utter ward known, the woman's head struck a stone, and tbo Skull was fractured. When flio ntrug« gletl up she wan no longer sane. She hud been wandering through the forest for hours before she appeared cut thu Imttkfluld, but she encouuturud no one and found no shelter, Never was (hero n more gnllttnt deed than that performed by Steve Bruyton, The CoHliKlonuu coininanJ, divided in to three divisions, with double lines dressed as it on parade, has received the order to advance. They had Waited for Ouster to charge, bnt the chevalier was also a strategist. His artillery, being better served, was creating the most havoc, and he could afford to delay. Look! Look! As the gray horsemen begin t« move Ouster's guns, which have been grouped in front of his center, limber up and move at a gallop—four of them—two to the right and two to tbe left. In three minutes they are on bis flanks and loaded with grapeshot and canister. The Confederate battery does not follow the example, and as the horsemen move forward tbe guns are useless. "Trot! Gallop! Charge!" You hear the bugles sound the order, and yon see 2,000 sabers flash in tbe sunset as 3,000 horsemen thnnder over the plain. Give them credit for bravery even to recklessness. Before the horses are off a trot the murderous grapeshot are knocking them down by dozens, and as the artillerists change to canister 3,000 Federal carbines also open fire. "Rally! Re-form! Forward!" Above tbe roar of cannon and musketry yon can catch tbe notes of the bugles, and as the smoke lifts here and there in spots tbe eye can detect the gray horsemen seeking to obey the calls. They do rally. They do re-form. They do push forward under that terrible fire, but only to be broken up and swept aside. The Federal artillerists get the order to cease firing, the crackle of mut- ketry diea away, and five minutes later the smoke has drifted off, and the eye can scan the plain. Beaten, broken, slaughtered, and yet the gray horsemen are trying to rally again! Now is the moment, and Caster has waited for it. Only the dead and wounded are left behind as be moves out, as his entire command sweeps straight across the plain and falls npon the broken and disorganized enemy; They rally here and there by the score and meet the shock. They fight singly and by twos and threes. Men wait and die rather than run away. Brave men, all of them—men whose deeds will be spoken of around our campfires for years to come. The only criticism will be that they did not have a leader equal to Ouster in the murderous art of war. Night has fallen, and tbe fight is over. There are prisoners to be guarded, wounded to be oared for, dead to be counted for the official report and spoils to be gathered up. .The clonds have driven away to the east, and tbe canopy of heaven is studded witb bright stars. There is no moon, and the bipod spots on tbo snow gradually fade away and are lost to sight. Hark! That sound is the cry of wounded men blended into one great wail for succor. It is freezing cold, and they are in torture. Hark again! That grewsome sound rising at intervals above tbe wailing comes from the wounded horses. They are also begging and pleading. Some are limping about among the dead and wounded men as if seeking their masters, pausing now and then to rub their cold noses against a body, while others are lying down and lift their beads only to utter a whinny which tells of fright and pain. Thank God that night and darkness come to the battlefield to bide its horrors! In tbe darkness we shall search out all tbe wounded, but we shall not be forced to look npon tbe mangled dead—mangled by shot and sharl and grape and the iron hoofs of tbe jbarging horses until resemblance to humanity is lest and on* cries out in horror. \ luiost level plain 011 wbiob tbere is no aud never wus bvi'o more htmvtily uj> tenter obstruction than an ocoasionulffllaudod by frlond ami foo. }Io galloped r«o or buHb. A crook wlikb bus its! Ills homo straight ut tbo wornuu, und HI lirtbpluoo in tbo mountains maunders bo uunie up to hur bo lountnl ovor in tbe across tbis plain, but divides it about equally. Tho nlutn is lurco ouougb for ,000 cavalry to uiuuonver on, and long Its odgoa aro u dowui Piiutu uu Which fluid uvtlllwy cuu bo posted, aiU uutugeouily. Attoutiou, now, for you aro going to ituusj ono of (ho gruudimt nights in »r—» uuvulry flght! Only u few of tbo Imve appeared in night, Imuguottsud tbouituutiun uud s preparing for it. Wbilo be is Issuing orders und tue s(j,u,udrouB ar'o moving •addkt, cu ught bor with both baud*, and Host instiuit Him was ou tho saddle bo- fore him, ami tbo (lorae wan flying buck to the Federal liiiro. The woiuau fought ami ttoroumed, und frugiuonta of burnt- iug aboil wliizaod ami whirred around, uud ubovo boi'so und ridem, but thoy duahod into thu linos unhurt, and thu gullunt rt'tiouu' waa diruutud tQcontluuo down tbo rotid until thu woman could bo placed U-yontl Uaugur. Turn qiiick to tbe south! YOU will , ^gruudor Hiiocta.olc: than thin. CHAPTER XXX. tbo fight was raging tho house and "quarters" were both in flames, fired by tbe shells from a Confederate gun. But lor the strenuous efforts ot tho detachment guarding tbe prisoners in the barn that struct uro would have also been reduced to ashes. It therefore came.about that when the battle was over and men begun to bring in the wonnded tho barn was tbe only shelter to be had. The prisoners were turned out and tbo place given up to moaning, groaning men and those who sought to succor them. The Bounds of battle bud been beard in the Federal lines, uud a brigade of infantry arrived about 6 o'clock iu tbe evening. While their services were not needed, the half docen surgeons sent out with the column bad work to last them tho long night through and far Into the next day. It is a grim sight, u field hospital like this, and they ure grim men into vhose hands the wounded fall as they are lifted off tbe stretchers., groaning, cursing or crying. The flight of a suowfluko in a gulo of wind is not more erratic than the flight of duuth missiles iu a battle. Hero t»ro men wounded iu tho face; (text throe or four inuy be wonnded the ft>ot or ankles, Bubora have descended upon bt'iuls und shoulders; bullets huvo plowed their way into arms, sides, hips or legs; fragments uf shell huvo curried nwuy flugein mid reduced hands to pulp. Uf u hundred uien no two have received tho name hurt. Rude tables have been prepared, and strong men lift «sch victim up to be overhauled by the men who have stripped all coat and vest and tolled their ileovos fur buck. They look liko butchers in n olnughtur pen, but their hourta aro tender toward these viutium of hut- tie, whothur friewd or foo. Tho bitter- nee* of buttle is at it* height when Hie crush of artillery and tho crock lo uf musketry uro ilercest. When tho buttlo i* uvor, whether victorious or doloutod, .pity roturim to the heart uud blinds tho eyoa to tho color of tho uniform. Over each uiuii liftvd up tuoro is a biiof consul tut ion. TliOHo btiro tinned mou need wusto no tiiuo. They uuu toll almost at u glunco what (ho remilt will bo, If it iu u mortal (uirt, tho pour follow in lifted asido to breathe hia lust uu peacefully us you- siblo under buck aurrauudiugH. if tliero is hope fur him,'hi* wound in drotmvd With ugilu ilntfors, and ho gives way to tho next. "That's U«ptuiw Wylo, uiy captain!'.' So exclaimed Steve Brayton as ho en< tered the barn about 11 o'clock at night to see if he could recognize any Confederates being brought in, The captain had just been lifted to the table, He Was conscious, but had not yet spoken. Those who brought him in said that he Was pinned to the earth by the bind quarters of bis dead horse, and that the animal was fearfully mangled by grapeshot. "Shoulder dislocated, ribs broken, leg broken, struck in tho groin by a carbine ball," announced the surgeon who made a rapid investigation, "Any hope for me?" asked the captain, whose lips had been moistened with whisky, as it was observed that be desired to speak, The surgeon shook his bead and motioned to the attendants to lift tbe officer aside. When they had left him, Steve Brayton sat down beside him and bathed his face with whisky and gave him to drink. The captain had recognized him at once, bnt it was several minutes before he queried: "You and Kenton were in the fight at Harrisonburg and were captured. How came you here?" "We nns made a bolt fur it on the road and got away." "And what baa happened here?" "Waal, Kenton was wonnded, then me and him stood off Ike Baxter and bis crowd, then tbe gal's mother died, then the gal and Kenton bev bin driv away to tbe Yankee lines. Sorry fur yo', cap, and sorry fur the rest of 'em, fur our bull crowd bas bin wiped off the face of tbe Birth!" "Have we been defeated?" "Regularly cleaned out, cap. I don't believe a hundred of our men got away. 'Cordin to wbat them doctors say, yo' can't pull through tbis. Do yo' want to leave any word with me?" "No," whispered the captain after a moment's thought. "Not even fur the gal? She won't bear no grudge wben she hears yo' ar' dead." The captain shook his head and closed his eyes. Steve moved away after a few minutes to look for other Confederate wounded, and two honn later the officer's dead body was carried out with others to make room for tbe wonnded. When morning came and the dead were gathered for burial, Steve Brayton found many that he could identify. In deed a full balf of bis own company bad been wiped out, and among them was Ike Baxter. Bnt great as was tbe Confederate loss, that of tbe Federals was severe. History bas said of that first real cavalry fight of tbe war that it was terribly brief in duration and appalling in its list of dead and wounded. It was almost night of tbe day following the fight before tbe last of the Federals moved off and left tbe field. And how changed was Rest Haven, and wbat a misnomer the title which had been given to it in tbe years of peace! Cinders and ashes showed where the bouses had stood. Across tbe plain, farrowed by shot and shell and hoof, its snow white carpet now spattered and blotched by a thousand blood stains, they bad dug long trenches and covered in tbe dead- Trees had been cut down, bushes uprooted, and over ncres of ground was strewed the wreck of battle. *•*••• I have bnt few more pages to write. My story bas not been all romance, and it is witn a feeling of selfishness that I part from those of my characters who are with ns in tbe fleah today, and whose banda I have held in mine witbin tbe last twelvemonth. A«i tbe opening of my atory Winchester was described as a quaint old town. That was true of it— • quaint old town of quaint houses and atroets and people. War wrecked it •gain and again. Every street and square .and alley witnessed a death grapple. Every building which escaped tbe flumes was marked by ball or bullet. A few mouths ago I looked in vain for truce of war. Here and there a quaint old bouse still stands, bnt the town is full of tbe bustle of these rushing days. Ah, bnt there was a trace of war after all. Up in tbe cemetery skirted by the Berryvillo pike I found grave after grave in which soldiers slept their last long sleep, eacb uumeemjruved on the stone, and behind them the pitiful spot over which all may sorrow, but no one weep —tho renting place of the "unknown." It was runny days ere Kenton or Marian or Mrs. Baxter walked in the sunshine. In. tbe case of tbe latter perhaps it was bettor that ber mind groped in the darkness, and tbat it wan mouths before she could realise ber widowhood. General Castor kindly sent her on to Washington for treatiueut.aud tot weeks •ud wooks she kept calling out: "Ike said he'd go fur help to captor* •the Yankee, but bo hain't dun come back yit. Ike's gotn to bo a great oasi- for and bev u sword uud a prunuiu critter, and I'll bold up my bead witb any of 'em." Whore is Uncle Ben? Gone to bin rest years ago, but ho lived to BOO tbo end of the war uud to enjoy for n sou- son tho haven of rent which kind bourta orouted for blw. There won a marriage iu Winchester about two months after tbo buttle of Rent flaven. They called it u military marriage, becmuo wore than 00 Federal ofllyorn attended, bocuuno a Federal cbupluin ullioiutod, buouuso a Federal baud sorouudod tho Imppy counlo. do you think guvo away tlio br urnl Ouster, who becuiuo u gtooiii him self only a f«w duyn liUtor. Ruyul Kori ton bud rocuveml from bin wound, und tbo koou udujo of Marina's grief hud boon fouiowlmt dulled by lupno of tiiuo and tho oxuitomeutof hursuiTiniudings. It was bettor no. Ketitou wus not bold tor exclmiigo under tho eheunmtiiiices, nor did any emu winh him to become * wiivgudo by joining the FedoruUur view. After the wurrlago tho brulttl cuunlo, aci'umimuiud by Uncle lien, went north and thorn rbniuiueU till thu duno of tho wur. Btovo liruytun was uskwl to go—• iiuy.ttluiost commanded—but he replied'. "Koo yuro, Yunk, I've bin thiiikin uiul thiukiu, and 1 uuike It out thin wuy: I noitor owed tho cuufoderuuy u grudge fur ttieway^it (routed, jo', and heviu paid it off and squared the debt 1 orter go back. Thar won't be ntithin said about yo' arter tbe war, bekase yo' was actually driv out, but the boys would rub it in on me purty heavy to the day of my death. I'll jest surrender over again to this Yankee army, wait to be exchanged and in due time become a good Oonfed again." And tbat was the course he followed, and When I shook bauds with him in Winchester last spring I was proud to give him his title as lieutenant. Did the match please Uncle Ben? Hear wbat he says aa he congratulates the bride! "Now, Miss Sunshine, yo' all has dun gone an married Mars Kenton, an it does jest spem to rne dot I ar' wnlkin round on uigs! Hu! But when I wag Uncle Ben's congratulation*. tied up to dat post an yo' was standin dar wid dat big dissolver, an de sojera •• gorillas was gnashin their teef, I s'pected de Lawd was so fur'off he couldn't git dnr in time to save ns." The Percy mansion was burned, aa yon remember. A much finer boose occupies tbe site today, and it is there the Ken tons dwell, honored and respected fey nil, What more could I add? Good- byl ~ THE END. ^ -•-»-.. - ' J< Eclwin'Hoff will probably not be heard again in comro opera for many months. He was the leading tenor of the Bosto- niona. "Jaunty Jano Shore," the new burlesque at the Strand, London, is being licked into shape. Its reception ou the opening night was not at all favorable. .Work all the time for a horse to pull a poorly greased wagon. It's bard on the wagon, too. is helpful to hone and wagon alike. It doca away with the old-time troubles of poor wagon grease. It'stheslickest grease you ever saw. Sold by all dealers. Wadham's Oil and Grease Co. MILWAUKEE, W1S. The Great Chinese Doctor. An Interview witb Dr. Gee Wo Chan, World's Fair Commissioner, Sent by tbe Chinese Government to tbe United States—He Will Now Remain Here. "WoodorUui why til th» people were TAUCIXQ klxiut ukli null, wo found u WM by UIUMU ot tat bumlroUnof nn »ml wondarfulvuiNiuiti iwtiKlUKS tii»t ho oiu«« pooplo glreu up to Ola by oUor pUjr- tlcUiuu "UKK Wo CHAN uthogmtoit doctor who ont Cfiuo froiu Chlun. llo uimlo eudi * reputation la all uiitlru couuiry Umt ilia CUINMI: OoVKii.Niifcxr itilMluuor, Aim to InytftfiljtiitQ oUior *tKiut'Ai.dvi^ T«uu. u4«»jr.»iio will now remain In cuicagu for KOoU, boc*ii»o ho |ouiiiqul from UunJruUa of U'«U ««!L»fn '«•.OB H lb?»V "">»»«. of.l'i* '«!'!•.*¥»« voralo itl»j;«»c* tooNKiuriHl brany oilier tuutbod. Ill* ruiuctlo* kro nil vtntvAm.B, i-vu« ASH « Aim- LOH.nmluoiiolBrownm'Hhuro el.o but InCblux "Ho twyiUiiiiCATAiwkUioBrwttAuiorlMU «T CMO wli|i!li U fo linrjl for American Uoulur* (u OTI Tllourofur*lftiuul«IUiom»diiwubl< i"^! 1 . "" tt '°" ruOM " <>TO uu«lanuymor»iuliiur\;ou»tr<i\iiirc»lioi liniwu nii ni " KJUI. lchrunloo»» §i>wlu iirlco «g WjKutvu » ohuneo logct wSiunil bo mm™ entire jgiUJt *!«> »tniu» till i our«» ml dUixuo* or m;.\, fftniTV and ciiiMHitv, und WILL oiiAiiAMtc tu euro «veryoM<ila Ufa fourth lbi> Iliuu ruqiilrt'd l>y lolftnil. •nd n* liu luu Kuril imn'i.Att ill Iu fiU olllou. Im rail uuoplu \>lio dully otliur iihrtlolftnil. •nd n* liu lu PUIXIdMllitfrulU to luultl Will I oiully hnndlo tho buudrodii uf oiull tlo "tloourv'.ill dl»o«i[>»of womvn wllliuut 8,W*TA UJ ft or WWMUMr'N-ia. "(loo vyoC'bun 1m* rooulvcd ovor i.OOOTi <TIM«N. lAitf ..... " ' ' (<Uitu M«dlc nnr in 1,'hl you can « tlU> to I'Uu, inul lio 1'ui tlior »>« you wllUliito your wuo In. will lull you »l| kCo yuur»«l r, rust o v i-u A ma:, h- • v \v\s U win titlo * Uilivounlry, liuluiouuad* it >>•«'» At lut yuru )tui, Urn uliBiuo. < to. clilim I* Hit) OI.UKS* owl UuU country lathe tt m W, imU T ' 1- HKirvuloun locrou of im'iUdli. j Uwuuof iwn|ilo. Hi'.I|MI' \Yi> t'liuu U u vet - 'I 11 - oil ui'Oouuv of liur i >ua bun over iaX- 'nuu U u wry ftyiu* k'O till SUBulUll nil of uiuui will .wrli* 5ij tt liii5f l liulliollu wivii tuid w uuU lo tiiuiilty.uiul lui»uy»ln>«iui>urou tuulr luttvliui luvlr liuiuu*. m vurjr nxuunublu ho Iiiv|to4 n! vluiltui M 'i n<iit itaiuu fur uviiry ouu of u imiuijit ami < Die Wo Chan's Chinese Medicine Co, art W»»4H» AVK,, cor. VM iw«a, •«!(« 4. CHICAGO, ILL, £^&iiti^^ .Aifii., a

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