The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on July 2, 1890 · Page 7
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 7

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, July 2, 1890
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HjpiBURtH" AND "FIFTH," •UMM N the morning of tlw Fourth , Reifens supreme the J ."oyt waokers, erackew, fire and smoke, Bndlesg, noisy joy. Jingling in hia pooketa watt Nlcklcs, cents and dimes, That scorn clinking talcs to him Of tuck jolly tlmei. Flags aloft, the world astir, Trumpets add their blare, School is out, the fun ia on, Life is something rare. Fast the jingling coins escape From his fingers black. Oh I this Joy that manhood's prime Never can bring baolt. JHreworks with tno shadows come, Rockets all ablaze, -Candles, wheels and shooting stars That enchant his gaze. -Crowds of people, laughter, shouts, Frolics everywhere, 'Till ho thinks tho fun must stay Ever in the air. •Tell him not the "Fifth" will find Him In sorry plight; :Ho will only laugh and plunge Deeper in delight. ..And, as fast the years slip on, Will he, looking back, •See the "Fifth" and all the pangs Hanging on Its track? '.No, the short and merry "Fourth" . He alone will see, "While the long and painful "Fifth" Will forgotten bo. —Clara J. Denton, In Golden Day*. THE LIBERTY BELL. SHow It Proclaimed Our First Independence Day. E Y, there, Patches! where did you get your dog?" The tone was half insulting, and the lad, whose cheeks had reddened at the allusion to his worn, though neat and well- mended attire, glanced angrily at the r i c hly-dressed aristocrat, although he answered •quite civilly: "If you are speaking to Tme, I raised him from a pup;" while .his hand dropped caressingly on the Iheab of the noble mastiff which stalked •-sedately by his side. "What will you take for him?" "He is not fpr sale, Master Cathcart." "Not if I offer you two guineas for Jhim?" "No, nor three. Penn is worth his •weight in gold;", and the boy tightened Siis hold on his pet's short hair as if .•afraid he might be taken away without >his consent. But now the first speaker's manner '^became more conciliating, as he urged: ""See here, Harding, don't be a fool. I Svave a fancy for your beast, so take 'these, and call it a bargain." And he •drew four gold pieces from hia pocket •and held them out where they glittered •temptingly in the July sunshine. "Nay, nay, as I told ye, my dog is not jfor sale, so go youp way and let me go •snine." "Miserable Yankee! That I will not!" ••cried young Cathoart, who never could ^brook opposition. "I want the mastiff, «nd I've half a mind to send my father's 'men to confiscate him in the name of his ^blessed majesty King George. Such as .you have no business with a valuable 'thoroughbred, though doubtless his .•meat is never paid for." "Never paid for! What do you mean T)y that?" asked Harding, turning pale •with rage. "Even what I say. 'What's bred in "the bone will come out in the flesh,' ;and verily it looks suspicious when the bantling of a jail-bird can keep a big ••dog, while his father lies in the debtors' 1 sneered the English boy. "Zounds, but such insults can only be •avenged by knocks," cried Harding, •doubling his flats and approaching his tormentor who, however, contented 'himself with waving a short stick he "t§ 5PKJS A-TIME FOB FIGHTING? 1 ' •^carried, and B&outing: "Keepoff.eiJTftbl How dare yop lay a finger on th<j son of a British offltter and the grandson of a lord! You shall be reported and locked up for this." "A fig for your King's men! I awx, an American, and Americans 4are to fight, as you and youjr $»» ^Coyy friends will $oon learn;" and the peppery little Yan? fcee struck owl; bol^Jy from the shout* '461-, while Penj^|te&g his wash's warlike afctttu**, ffcqw*4 bis teeth ia a Ifitf 1ft the publifl streets, whe* the country Is trembling oft the vetge «f & great crisis? Thee knows better, Nelson Harding; while as for thee, Reginald Cathcarfc, thy father's rank should restrain thee." Harding's eyes still fl aahed, but Oath- cart, with a glance at the mastiff, whose deep growls like distant thunder made him glad of any chance to withdraw from the encounter In an honorable manner, responded: "True, sir. I fear I did forget myself for a moment. Noblesse oblige, of course. So, if my antagonist Is satisfied, 1 will bid you both good-day," and having brushed the dust from his silk camletsuit and laceruffleSi this small sprig of English nobility marched off with the haughty air he fancied so well became his station. "What would Margaret Harding say did she know thee had been exchanging blows thus publicly with a royalist?" asked the old Friend. "My mother would regret It, no doubt," replied Nelson, "but Grandpa Darrah, he insulted my father as well as myself. He called him a—a—jailbird;" 'and a great sob rose in the boy's throat. "Wrong, indeed was that," said the aged' man. "But two wrongs never make a right, and 'tis likely the boy knew not that Benjamin Harding was unfortunate, not wicked. Long and bravely he struggled to support his family, and when reverses came ifc was a cruel thing to consign him to the debtors' prison. It was the work of an enemy." "Aye," cried Nelson, "and for seemingly so small a sum, too! It is large enough, however, to mother and mo who are laboring to pay it off. Wo buy as little as possible, but the sum increases but slowly in the 'debt box, and some times I fear the mother will die ere we can set my father free. She pines sadly for him." "Aye, aye," sighed the Quaker, "truly we have fallen upon troublesome times, and the hand of the oppressor is heavy in tneland! Who would know our peaceful Philadelphia with the red-coats turning everything topsy-turvy! I pray we may soon throw off this British rule! By the way, the Continental Congress has been considering the question for the past two days, and to-morrow their decision is to be made known. Wilt tbee be at the State-House, Nelson Harding, to receive the first news from the door-keepar and give me the signal whether to ring the great bell or no? 1 will pay thee a shilling for the job." ''Gladly will I be on hand, Grandpa Darrah. You think they will really dare to declare our independence?" "Many say not, but I believe they will. There are great and wise men in the Council, and then the motto on the old bell I have rung so many years seems verily prophetic—'Proclaim liberty throughout all the land to all the inhabitants thereof.' The Lord grant it may do it; 1 ' and the aged Friend's serene countenance glowed with enthusiasm. "Oh, I hope, I hope it will,''responded Nelson; "but now I must away home at once. Good day, grandpa. Come, Penn," and off he scampered with the huge mastiff at his heels. The little home of the Hardings in Letitia Court was plain and modest in the extreme, and, as the pale, fragile homewife set the frugal dinner on the table, Nelson thought she seemed more downcast than usual. "What is it, mother?" he asked. "Has any thing gone wrong?" "Nothing new only the landlord has been for the rent, and I have had to draw on the debt-box again, and each time it seems like a step further away from your father. Oh, I wonder if we shall ever, ever accomplish hia freedom!" "Of course we shall!" cried Nelson, more hopefully than he felt. "Cheer up, mammy! I am growing larger every day, so can soon earn more; and only just now Grandpa Darrah, the bell-man, promised me a shilling if J will wait at the State House door to-morrow and give him the signal if independence be aeolared." "And if it is, how your poor father will fret and fume at being shut up and unable to fight for his country. He was always such a true patriot!" And the unhappy woman turned away to her sewing with a heavy sign, A lump, too, arose in Nelson's throat, and he ate but a small portion of his savory stew, giving the lion's share to Penn, who enjoyed it with hearty gusto. As he finished the last morsel Mrs, Nelson looked up. "That dog eats as much as two men," she said. "But he is such a grand, noble fellow, mother, and I love him so.," "So he is, dear, but I wish his appetite was less;" while Into Nelson's mind darted the young Britisher's words: "Such as you have no business with a valuable thoroughbred." Was it true? Ought he to sacrifice his dear companion and playmate for the sake of the father lang uishiug beneath the shadow of the law? He tried to put the thought away, but the idea haunted him and made him wretched whenever Penn looked up in bis face with his soft, brown eyes or licked bis cheek with his warm, red tongue, as though, to ask; "What ails you, little master?" But when, In tho dead of night, Nelson awoke and heard his mother sobbing in the next room and fell; sure the four guineas would appear to her like four:seven-league strides toward her husband's freedom, he determined that, although he could not put up with Reginald's overbearing manner, he would go to Captain Catboart, who, in the phrase- tile Congressmen. M they arrived btt» by one *t the Btate House; lor the old ff toad's Quaker gash coveted a truly patrotic heart, while his genial nature made him a general favorite, and he was dubbed "Grandpa" by half the town. First come Richard Senry Lee, the Virginia member who first brought forward the resolution to proclaim the American colonies free and independent States. Next young Thomas Jefferson, carrying a roll,of manuscript, the draft, no doubt, which he had drawn up of the famous declaration. Then Samuel Adams, the "Father of the Revolution," in his customary suit of reddish brown; John Hancock, the president o£ the Congress; Charles Thomson, the secretary, who held the position for fifteen years, and plain, sensible Benjamin Franklin; while, following in rapid succession came Roger Sherman, William Ellery, Charles Carroll and the rest of the illustrious fifty-six. "A vastly fine, thoughtful set of men, aro they not, Nelson Harding?" asked the bellman. "Yes, yes," cried the boy, flushed by the excitement of the moment; "and I feel sure they will do whatever is best for the country!" and descending he took up his stand close to the State House door and patiently watched and watted, while Chestnut street became one mass of surging humanity and the sultry July sun beat down with unrelenting fervor. Men wearied and wan- "THATDOG EATS AS MUCH AS TWO MEN," ology of that day was paid to be a "get &ial, whole-souled Oid England man," and oSer him the mastiff on his The next morning, however, he bad little tJUoe to consider his resolution, for he had to be off early to the State House, and already, the streets were flllel with eager, excited groups, while a feeling of bushed, expectancy seem.ed over $he wietoity of brother. dered off to the State House Inn or Old London Coffee House; children lifted up their voices and wept, and women fainted from the heat and were borne off by kindly hands; but still our loyal little Casablanca kept hia post, although the he-Airs dragged by on leaden wings, and often from above came down the despondent tone of the old bell-man, whose hope was beginning to waver, groaning: "Oh, they never will do it! They never will do it!" About noon, though, there was a slight interruption, for a determined four-footed creature came, making its way through the crowd, and with a cry of pleasure Nelson recognized Penn, bearing in his mouth a small basket, in which Mrs. Harding haa packed a light lunch for her son. With a joyful bark, the dog discovered his master and laid his burden at his feet, while, as the lad patted his faithful creature's head he moaned: "Oh, Penn, dear Penn, how can I ever bear to part with you! If only there wa's some other way to help my father!" The bread and fruit, however, soon revived the boy's flagging spirits, and when Penn trotted off with the empty basket he was once more the loyal young American, who had forgotten his private troubles in suspense for his cduntry's good; and soon after two o'clock the great doors swung open and the keeper whispered a few words in bis ear. Then, with a glad cry and his blue eyes dancing, Nelson bounded out in the street, and clapping his hands shouted: "Ring, .Grandpa! Ring!" and instantly the old man seized the rope attached to the ponderous tongue and struck it with all his might against the side of the bell, sending the iron music floating forth on the summer air, joyfully proclaiming, "Liberty throughout all toe land, to all the inhabitants thereof." The debtors heard it in their gloomy cells, and one,, at least, longed to be able to join in the struggle that must follow. Margaret Harding heard it and thought: "Ob, that it would ring freedom for those in the grasp of the law!" And Reginald Cathcart heard It and laughed contemptuously, saying: "Let the high and the mighty Yankees declare all they like! They will find it another matter to maintain their independence, with their ragbag army against our King's gallant men!" But what a burst of acclamations went up from thousands of throats, while couriers and post-boys were dispatched in ail directions with the glad tidings! Bonfires blazed on every aide, cannon roared, and by evening the whole city was one carnival of banquets, gay illuminations and mutual congratulations. Grandfather Darrah was so jubilant that be doubled Nelson's well-earned shilling, and with a fleet foot the boy sped home to throw the silver in his mother's lap; while the happy smile that irradiated her face as she dropped it into the deblrbox made his heart ieayt, and he thought: ''If two shillings can make her so glad what wo«}d she say to four golden guineas!" Then, while carried away by the spirit of the occasion, be berried at once into the yard, indulged in a brief moan over his pet, and then bravely fastened a chain about Penn's neck and started with him for the British barracks, which lay a short'distance outside tb'e town. At the entrance, however, of the large, three-story brick building, where the officers had their quarters, he encountered a young lieutenant, ia a scarlet uniform, who infprmed hioj that "As a Bftori&ce on th« alter of Liberty?'* asked the young officer acorn* fully, but coming nearer the truth than he imagined. "Well, you can't do it tonight, for Master Cathcart has gone into the town. Call in the morning, if you please; but I doubt if after to-day he will want Yankee dogs of any tffrt." The Englishman's contemptuous tone afld Words made Nelson's blood boil; and Quickly retorting: "Take care, the Yankee dogs you so despise may yet nip the heels of all redcoats!" ho turned and hurried off with a swelling heart, thinking that after all it was too hard lines to have to give up his darling Penn to the enetbies of his country; and yet who else did ho know now, in those uncer- taitl times, who would pay four guineas for the animal that "ate as much as two men!" He scarcely heeded the brilliant fires and decorations in the street, but hastened home, where he was met on the threshold by his mother, her manner betraying new and strange excitement. "What is the matter?" he asked, fearing some fresh misfortune; but for an- swer'she only flung wide the door of the living-room and he beheld the figure of a matt sitting in the soft light of the home-made candle. He looked, and rubbed his eyes and looked again. Could it be? Yes, there was no mistaking the blonde hair and blue orbs so like his own; and in another moment his father's hand was oil his shoulder and a familiar voice sounded in his ears, saying: "My dear boy, this is a r?rely happy night for us, for in honor of this glorious day our wise rulers have opened the debtors' prison and set all the prisoners free." [A historic*! fact.] "Huzza! huzza!" shouted NeJson, tossing up his hat and hugging htj father, mother and Penn by turns. "I shall love that old Liberty Bell all my life." But it was not until the trio were gathered about the supper table that Nelson realized the fullness of his happiness; and then suddenly he threw down the spoon with which he was oat- ing pop robins and milk and exclaimed: "Oh, hip, hip, hurray! Now I won't have to sell Penn!" "Sell Penn! What do you mean?" asked his mother; and in a few words he told her of his recent resolution ftnd how it had been frustrated. As he finished tears glistened in Mrs. Hording's eyes, while his father said: "No, my generous boy, there is now no noed of the sacrifice, but you and your pet shall stay and guard the mother wh lie I go to join the Continental army and fight for America and her new-born Independence." — Agnes Carr Sage, in American Agriculturist. CAMP-FIRE STORIES. FOOTFALLS IN THE WILDERNESS Still A REVIEW OF THE DAY. How Captain Catboart was particularly engaged and bad give a stjtiet order* apts $o be disturbed— then, ftfked the Fourth of July Is Celebrated tlie Country Over. All the bells in town ring on the morning of the glorious Fourth. What particular patriotism there is in getting out of bed at twelve o'clock of a hot night, and standing, sweating and puffing, in the stifling entry of a stuffy church, stale with the flavor of last Sunday's sermon and the peppermint lozenges with which the longsuffering congregation assisted their brains to digest it, and pulling away on a tarry smelling rope to ring a bell, we do not see; but there must be a good deal of it, or the custom would, not h*ve been so long kept up. All the small boys yell at the top of their small but determined and persevering lungs. All the dogs bark. Every body wakes up, and is thankful that our forefathers only made one job of declaring independence, else we might have had twc Fourths of July in a year. We mentioned before that it is hot — a cool Fourth of July would not be received with any degree of favor, and in all probability there will be a rattling old thunder-shower before night. The shower is invented to spoil the fireworks. Fire-works are never appreciated unless there is danger of their being spoiled by a shower. The fact of it is, we never appreciate any thing that we feel too sure of. Fire-crackers fizz in every back-yard, and insurance companies tremble. The antiques and horribles come out early in the morning, clad in hoop- skirts and false noses, and if you want to look on their "horribleness" you must be early abr oad. Cannon are fired, and some body loses fingers and eyes In consequence of premature explosions; but it is all in a- patriotic way, and is borne with Christ ian fortitude. Fourth of July oann on have a sort of hereditary tendency to go off before the world is ready for them. The first Fourth of July cannon went off a good while before England was ready for it, and the throne of Great Britain trembled at the explosion. The Sabbath schools have picnics, and the railroads run excursion trains at reduced fates. The young farmers take their horses from the mowing machine, and give them an extra feed of oats, and piok the straw from their manea and tails, and wash up the antiquated family buggy, and. take their favorite girls into town to see the sights. And every time the rural old horse jumps at the sound of the cannon or the tooting of the bra,ss band, the young mail tells his timid ooBfpanion that "she needn't be afraid; he is there to take caro of her." The day we celebrate! What a host . of memories crowd upon us as fc r e think of it! More than a century s»go, from the bills and valleys of New England down bo the verdant marshes of the sunny South, tang the cry of independence, thf cry of a Nation young and weak in numbers, but old, and strong, and valiant in the love of freedom, and ready te fight for a home and a country over w!4ch no foreign despot should hold control. Thedjream of those brave men haj been realized- Tp-day they sleep hie- A. Victim of the -War Who** fnt« H aunt A MAC Innocent Slayer. Grant and Lee have had their .first struggle in the Wilderness, as the former seeks a new road to Richmond. Amidst dense thickets in lonely fields, along narrow highways, in the somber forests, a hundred thousand men have fought backwards and forwards, from sun to sun, and now the night has come to shift tho scene. There are 8,000 men lying dead on this battle ground. There are thousands more lying wounded— parching with thirst, crying out in their agony. Lee still blocks the road, but no sooner has the sun gone down than Grant begins a movement by the left flank to pass him. If you can not cross a swamp you must pass around it. My division is one loft between the two armies to bide this movement. When morning cotnes we shall be far in the rear. The ground where we rest is broken. There is forest and thicket—a narrow highway—a creek—two or three small farms with their buildings filled with wounded men. Fifty rods in front of a log house is our picket line. It skirts the cleared land ami runs away into the darker woods on a straight line. The neutral ground between us and the enemy is a strip not over forty rods wide. At ten o'clock on this night, when the confusion and turmoil have grownquiet, but while lanterns flash here and there through the woods, as men search for the wounded, I am left.on "post No. 7" for the coming two hours. My place is under a pine tree which stands in the cleared ground, and all along the front is the dark forest—so dark that a white horse might stand within one hundred foot of me and escape observation. It is a starlight night, but clouds are drifting across the sky and the wind comes in that gusty way which warns you that a storm is brewing at a distance. For art hour there is no alarm. Grant is moving by the flank. Lee is moving to checkmate him. Grant has left a line to mask his movement Lee has left a line to mask his. It has been a long, terrible day. Darkness brings a respite grateful to all. We have virtually said to each other over tho neutral ground: "Let us alone and. we won't disturb you." At eleven o'clock a noise in the dark woods in front sends my blood leaping. It was the noise of footsteps breaking dry twigs. There are wounded horses wandering about, but this was not the footstep of a horse. Wounded men may be seeking our lines, but I listen in vain to catch a groan or a low call of distress. "Step! Stop! Step!" The sound is on my left front. Some one is moving to get the shelter of the darker spot directly opposite. He is moving carefully, but I can follow every foot of progress. "Step! Step! (Halt!) Step! Step!" (Silence!) Is it a ghoul seeking out the dead and wounded to rob them? Is it a picket from the other line seeking to locate our posts and report how far away we are? Is it some human devil seeking to dabble his hands in blood after the horrors of the day? Men who had brothers or friends killed in battle by daylight sometimes swore fearful vengeance, and went out upon the bloody field at night to secure it. "Rustle! Step! (Halt!) Step! Step!' (Coming closer!') If I raise an alarm here it will go up and down the line and arouse a thousand men in a moment. If I let this unknown approach me I may be assassinated. He can not see me in this gloom, but he is slowly approaching in a direct line. "Halt! Who goes there?" Deep silence. If he was a straggler from our lines or a wounded man he would make answer. "Step! Step!" And now I hear him sink down to the earth. "Who goes there?" Silence. "Who goes there?" Silence. I am waiting with musket raised and finger on the trigger. I have given fair Taming. Friend could ask no more, and an enemy must realize his danger. As I wait a something makes a blot on the darkness. It is only a few feet away, and I fire point-blank. There is one long shrill scream of agony, and I hear a body fall to the earth, and then there is deep silence for a moment. "What is it?" ask the coporal of the guard as he hurries up from the reserve stationed scarcely one hundred feet in the rear. "There—I've shot some one!" The alarm runs up and down the lines to die away after five minutes, and then we advance to the object. The corporal is there first. He reaches out to touch, it draws back in alarm, and gasps: "Great Heavens, but you have shot a Woman!" It was true. Some poor soul, crazed «y the terrible sounds of battle—driven from her bumble home—hiding in some thicket until darkness came. Then, dumb as the trees around her, but guided by instinct, she sought to make her way back to the house—no doubt the • very hut filled with our wounded and suffering men. And she was dead at my feet —dead of my own bullet.—Detroit Free Press. darkness, and the Sergeant wa3 all eye* and ears. From the breastworks came the sound of the sharpshooters' rifleshots, with the occasional roar of a piece of at tU« lery. Mortar shells, with blazing fusefl, described graceful curves through th« air in their flight into the besieged city. The air was calm, the sky cloudless, and the sergeant fell into a reverie. Phiz! Zip! What was that? Only a s^ray minnie-ball that passed so near his head as to cut off the hair. A rude awakening, but he was on guard and did not change his position. The minutes seemed ages. What could tho other man be doing all this time? Surely he did not mean to carry off the whole garden. The sergeant grew impatient. He'd be hanged if— The shrill scream of an approaching shell cut short this new train of thought. He kn«w from the peculiar sound that he must bo nearly in range, and he looked in vain for shelter. The ground was smooth and level, not the least hol« low to protect the smallest obiect. Action must be instantaneous, and he threw himself alongside the bottom board of the fence. With a scream as of exultation the shell cut off the tips of the pickets above him, and descended into the garden in the precise direction which the Major had taken. The sergeant sprang to his feet and whistled. No answer. Again and again he uttered the signal. Still no response. He ran along the fence for a few yards, and was about to climb over when the Major appeared, fairly loaded down with cabbages, and covered with dirt from head to foot. As soldiers say, he had had a close call. He was pulling a cabbage when he heard the shell approaching and at once pitched forward to avoid it. The shell went into the ground about a foot from his head, and nearly buried him alive. The two men hurried back to camp as quickly as possible, and carried their "greens" with them. DRAMATIC MEETING. Two Brothers Meet Under Peculiar Clr. circumstances After Many Years. Geo. T. Luttrell is a prominent comrade of the G. A. R., and lives in Allegheny, Pa. Although born in Ralegh, S. C., Mr. Luttroll followed the fortunes of the North during the war, and lost his right arm on the field of Antietam. He now resides with his son-in-law, E. L. Evans, the well-known grocer, and being in comfortable circumstances, is enabled to spend his later days peacefully. Recently he strolled into the post-office, which happened to be full of people, and proceeded to write a note with his remaining arm at one of the desks. While thus engaged he noticed behind him a tall, swarthy man, whose long, black moustache and slouched hat had something of a Southern air. This person seemed very anxious to succeed Mr. Luttrell at the desk, all the other places being taken up. When the old soldier bad carefully blotted, enveloped and directed his letter he turned away. Then the man with the big hat squared up at the desk.j Scarcely had he done so than he turned sharply round and gave tho departing- veteran a mighty thump between the shoulders. "I reckon your name's Luttrell?" he exclaimed. Mr. Luttrell looked at the excitable •• speaker for a moment, and then, with a reminiscence of his boyhood's home, aa- swered, "I reckon it is." "So's mine," said the stranger, "a*d, blank blank it, I thought I was the only one of the name left in America." He then took a card from his pocket and presented it to his new acquaint* anoe. The cacd read: "AlanC. Luttrell,' Birmingham, Ala." Now it was Mr. George Luttrell's turn to cry out. "AlanJ Luttrell!", he cried. "That was th» name of my father and brother. I am! George T. Luttrell—" "My God!" the Southerner exclaimed. "Were you born in South Carolina?" Of course, the old soldier was born there, and, of course, this was his brother, whom he had not met since the war broke up their happy home in Raleigh, and set them on different sides of the great fight. i It was like the wind-up of a melo» drama to see the two old fellows shake hands and call each other brother once again. They kept up the hand-shaking 1 ' so long that spectators got interested, and then, in stentorian tones the South-; era brother told the story of the twenty- eight years' parting and the strange reunion. "I never saw him since before the war, sir," he said, "until this blank-, ed bit of blotting paper"—here he held; up the paper on which the veteran had blotted his letter—"told me that hia; name was Luttrell. And from that wa found out the rest. I'll keep that paper till I die."—American Tribune. neath the ftode of a free country, theii their life-struggle ended, obildre* -ay, their grand- celebrate with loving hearts the day on which the loosed, and tfeftSS into the full $_*rea Katie*-' GATHERING J3ABBAQeS, Soldiers Inside An Adventure of Two the Besieged City of The author of the "History of the Third Regiment Louisiana Infantry" narrates an adventure which befell two of bis fellow-soldiers while the regiment was inside the besieged city of Vicksburg, shortly before its surrender. One of them had discovered a field of cabbages aot far from the camp, and as the army was on painfully short rations the two men determined to make a raid upon it th»t evening, in spite of l;he fact thai the owner was known to be on gu.ajr& armed with a shot-gun. A loose picket wa$ founds^ one in the fence, and the Maior wada-ed toim* RANDOM SHOTS. INDIANAPOLIS wants the National en.« eampment in 1893. DETROIT, Mich., wants the .National encampment in 1891. A COUPS of the W. E. C, Is to be organ* ized in New Orleans. THE "Historical Grand Roster" of the Grand Army will contain over, 3,000 pages, IT is stated that a permanent depart* ment of the W. B. 0. will soon be,prgan,*, ized in Tennessee, THE W. B- C. December 8t, 1889, h»A, 558,995 in its relief fund, and in the genj,, eral fund $94,308, a total of »153,m . THE present membership of thodepjtrt** ment of Ohio, as shown by the Aff||$* ant Adjutant General's report is as foj* lows: Post 718, 40.3U menjbaps crease during the last year of %9&9> membership exceeds tfewfeol department by 1,600. Deaths, pended in relief, f LEE at one t|mg' by a Georgia man who h|d; frequent personal lough. One: bis t$>rpt fttot # he »i$***** 9*

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