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THE REPUBLICAN. «IOS. IV. lt,VY8. PnlilUhcf. ,ALGONA, IOWA, T WAS Win- klereid Wendall's wedding day. Every- b o d y knew that he was to be married that morning in St. John's church. Likewise every- tfcocly was pleased; for both Winkie •and Delia Deplaine were quite popular; (therefore there was no demurring 1 , un- jles* it was among the young men, who -felt it a little because they would be •unable to waylay Winkie between the ..church and the depot and make him tproperly celebrate. The, bride's toilet is generally considered a far more important item at a •fashionable wedding than the bridegroom's, but in this case it was different. Not that Winkie indulged in any- 'thinpr especially fancy upon this oeca- csion. His suit was the conventional '•black, but, like Samson, the point •where he came out strong was his hair. Wh"n at length he was arrayed he iookccl himself over in his dressing liglass and voted the reflection perfect, ?all but the hair; that was too long. "It will have to be cut," he decided. •-"The barber is only across the street. .I'll run over this minute." "You'll have to hunry, then," put in ?his sister Belle, who was trotting in *and out of his room in her stylish bridesmaid's costume. "The carriages iare coming, and it lacks but half an 4ionr of the appointed time." "I'll get there, never fear," cried "Winkie, slipping on an old coat and hat »and making a rush for the barber's, -where, fortunately, he found the art- Ust unengaged. "Cut my hair quick!" he cried, breathlessly. Clippers smiled a little slyly and set ;iiis machine so that the stubble on all -parts of Winkle's head was less than •the thousandth part of an inch in length when he sprang before the glass 'to admire himself. Worse than all, the pure white cuti- -cle which covered Winkie's skull was »several shades whiter than that which •was spread over his features. "You son of Africa!" shouted Win- Ide, in a rage, "what did you cut my 'hair like that for?" "You ordahed me to cut it to the •quick, sah," replied Clippers, show•in£ his ivory. "1 couldn't cut it any •.closer widout I'd skinned your skull, ,sah." Winkie couldn't wait to kill him just -then, but with an "I'll see you later" feeling in his breast he made for the (.street, where be encountered one of "Jais friends on the way to the wedding. "Got your hair cut?" he asked, with .« grin. "It's none of your business if Ihave," •^retorted Winkie. Belle had just entered one of the carriages to be driven to the bride's residence, as he reached the door. "Well, now, I rather think you've ^qt your hair cut," she said, and laughed outright. "I've got a right to get my hair cut -for all of you, I guess," he returned, ^savagely. Winklereid's pet bantam was standing upon the walk as he hastened up to -the steps. He kicked at her angrily. She sprang agilely aside. "Got your hair cut! Got your hair *ut!" she cackled, shrilly. Winkie made a dive at his pet pullet, -intending to devote icnough time to her •to divest her of her plumage at the very least, but his foot slipped upon a bit of ice and he fell and struck his face upon vthe corner of a step and almost drove ills nasal organ up into his brain. He audibly groaned as he picked himself up, and the driver of the waiting him that he must not desert Delia A the very altar. He hustled into his Outer coat and pulled his hat, thief fashion, low down over Ins eyes, rftn downstairs, gavA a few directions to the driver, and Started. He intended to stop at a celebrated hair dresser's and purchase a wig. He found his man eager for a cu«- tomei-. "I want -you to fit a black, curly wig upon my head at once," cried Winkle, throwing shame to the winds. "I am Winklereid Wendall—this is my wedding day—I am ten minutes behind time now." "Not the bridegroom of the St. John'l church wedding?" "Yes. Hurry up, I entreat you." "What price do you wish to pay?" "I don't care a picayune, only get it here sometime." The hairdresser stepped to a side door, gave a few directions to some one, and then returned and requested Winkie to be seated, while he covered his wedding garments with a large, whit elinen sheet. He then went into the other room and a young lady came out with a half dozen wigs in boxes. She bit her lips at sight of Winkie's nose, and almost laughed when he said irritably: "I want one with long hair, so that the edges of it cannot be seen so plainly." "Very well," she returned, and began to fit an elegant ladies' coiffure, with black curly bangs in front and a long Gi-eek knot behind, upon Winkle's head. "There, you look lovely in that," she said. "The price is one hundred dollars." "Umph!" ejaculated Winkie, tearing the sheet from about him and laying a one hundred note on the counter. He then clapped on his hat and started. "•Stop! Stop!" cried the young lady, shrilly. The clatter of the carriage wheels upon the pavement was all the reply which she received. "Merciful goodness!" exclaimed •the girl, almost fainting from consternation. "That was a man, and I thought it was a woman who had been fighting with her husband." Winkie proceeded swiftly to the church which was crowded. "Why, Wendall!" exclaimed one of the ushers who met him at the door. "What are you glaring at me for? A QU£I!R CAPITAL. PITH AND POINT. There are no flies on exclaimed "WHAT ARE YOU GLABIWS AT BIE FOB?" Winkie, throwing off his hat and overcoat, and starting at once for the altar where the clergyman was waiting. To say that this spirited entrance created a sensation is not putting it too strongly. When he turned towards the bride, who, leaning upon her father's arm, and surrounded by six beautiful girls, was coming up the aisle, every pair of eyes in the audience was turned to* wards him, and every mouth which was not stuffed with a handkerchief was audibly smiling. Mr. Deplaine stopped within a few feet of the bridegroom and stared. "That is not the man," he ejaculated. "What's that you say?" crisply retorted Winkie. "Don't bo a fool." Pardon him, he had been greatly tried, and then, too, he did not expect a cent from his father-in-law, who was so saving, it was said, that he used the wart on the back of his neck for a collar button. "This—this person is inebriated,' continued Mr. Deplaine. "Send for an officer quick!" "Oh! oh!" ejaculated Delia, timidly. "Where is Winkie?" "Why, I am Winkie. Delia, don't you know me?" wailed Winkie. "Why, can it possibly be you?" whimpered the bride, "What is the matter with your face, and'what have j and palm trees; the 'YOU BQJf or AFBJOA!" WINKIK. SHOUTED carriage responded with a hoarse laugh, Winkie gained the hall, triple-bolted the door, and climbed the stairs, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Ton valuable minutes were spent in 'bathing his injured proboscis, ten more in changing his stained linen, and re- Adjusting his wedding garments. Winkie then looked into the glass and nearly fainted.. A veritable comic valentine stood before him. Hid nose was larger than all the rest of his head, with, the veal old bruiser tinge to it. His head was a** white and shining as that of a white marble statue. "I can't leave this room in tw& days," fee muttered. itgt a few you got your hair done up for?'* Winkie put his hand to the * back of his head, and for the first time discovered the Greek knot. He seized it fiercely, and shook out the long hair of which it was composed, and then tore the wig by force from his head. Old DepUine grew purple in the face. "Drunk, by Jove!" be said, and started himself for a policeman. His departure was the signal for an uproar.- Everybody laughed—-nay, they shouted, and the young men stamped and whistled. The shocked, clergyman recovered his senses and escorted the bride and her maidens into the little sitting-room behind the church. Tom Hawkins, who was Winkle's best friend, and who acted as usher, hustled Winkie in after them. Then there was an explanation. "I understand it all." sobbed Delia, when Winkie had stopped talking. "But papa is so angry that he will never let us he married now." "Let's he married right here, before he gets back," suggested Winkie. They acted upon the suggestion, when Mr. Deplaine came in to the front door with the officer, the bridal party stepped out of the side door into the carriages, and away upon their wedding trip. Mr. Pe plain e was oWSgedto sobsidt hut it will be a long Winkle's " Sar« i AintiRlon, the Unique City of Fafi*(ttlay*n Government. In Pnrntrmiy there is bu<; one town— Asuncion, the capital. When the traveler lias seen this city he lias seen the quintessence of all that i» fine in the republic. Asuncion is charmingly situated on ffently undulating ground, rising to a considerable height above the river, which makes a bend here, »,nd forms a bay in which are anchored a few steamers, fnany schooners, a white Brazilian gun-boat, and two or three hulks, whfte close to the shore are some long wood rafts and cedar logs. To the northeast of the port, which consists merely of a wooden pier, simple quays, and the usual buildings of custom-house and warehouses on a small scale, the beach dor some distance forms a broad level stretch of green meadows, bounded by steep red sandstone cliffs, which are crowned by the silhouettes of tha principal edifices of the town—the pal-> ace of Lopez, the Cabildo.the barracks, Uie dome of the Pantheon, the church of San Francisco, and below this church, perched literally on the side of the cliff, the suburb or quarter called La Chacarita. AH along the shore are groups of women washing clothes, with, in the background, a flourishing growth of trees and jungle, and tho town itself appears to be surrounded and interspersed with verdure. The view of Asuncion from the river is delightful, bul the view from the interior is still more so, particularly from tho liigh ground of La Cancha, a sort of hotel and pleasure, resort, situated a short distance to the east. From this point the spectacle is most fascinating, Tho outer zone of the town consists of a belt of low wooded hills, dotted with cottages and yellow with orange trees. The inner zone, more level,-but still undulating, slopes toward the river, and appears covered with buildings, from which emerge tall church towers and, here and there, groups of trees; beyond this is the silvery river winding along between islands, jungles and shallows, and in the background is the dark-blue interminable flatness of the Paraguayan Chaco. Thei-e are few towns in the world more picturesquely situated than Asuncion, and few urban panoramas that offer a more beautiful distribution of soft hills, rich vegetation, pretty river scenery, and grand and limitless horizon. The town is full of surprises and contrasts. This hotel of La-Caneha,for instance, almost within a stone's-throw of the virgin forest, is lighted by electricity. The streets ot Asuncion are, with two exceptions, unpaved, and in some of the side streets cows may be seen grazing, but all are lined with tall posts and cross-trees that carry innumerable telegraph wires.and'in some the old oil lanterns have been replaced by electric lamps. The town is laid out rectangularly in cuadras, the streets running in one direction toward the port and river, and in the other toward the wooded country. These street all go up and down hill; they have high eidewalks, more or less paved; but the roadway is generally a sort of deep and rugged valley of fine red sand, with here and there a protruding rock. A proof of the condition of the streets of Asuncion is given by the fact that there are no public or private carriage; the i only vehicles that can circulate are ox j carts, and higher vehicles drawn by ' three or four mules. Pack-mules, donkeys and riding-horses are also used, but for light goods and passengers the great and indispensable conveyance is the tramway, which bears the name of Conductor Universal. The' streets go on and on to the limits of the town, the houses and huts become less frequent, but the deep sandy road continues between forests, orange-trees and innumerable varieties of flowering shrubs and creepers. The telegraph posts con| tinue likewise, and with them the tram-lines and the cars, with their teams of ill-used mules, their dark-skinned drivers and conductors, who talk Guarani, and barely understand a few words of Spanish. One wonders what can be the use of a tramway through the forest. At last, however, after running some five miles, the car stops at a spot called Villa Morra, where the streets are indicated by finger-posts stuck in the open fields. There are few country houses here, a manufactory of palm oil, a hotel, and, at a short distance, the church and cemetery of the Re Coleta, Tho landscape is beautiful, and the vegetation and flora of a varietv and richness beyond description; the roads are lined with orange-trees; every hut nestless in groves of orange, banana, Ume, fig, hedges and fences —Cnller—"Has your mist—^98 gone out?" New Servant—"No, but she ain't at home."—Epoch. --Proud Father (reading his son'* school report)—"Manners vulgar—very vulgar. Hut perhaps this is heredi- tnry."—Punch. —"She waved her umbrella and caught his eye," said Hawkins. "Did it put the eye out?" ttsked Smithers, who had seen women waving umbrellas before.— Harper's Bazar. —Mr. Wiekwire —"Now, this new nickel steal " Mrs. Wickwire— "That's when you drop it into the elot and the machine won't work, I suppose. "—Indianapolis Journal. —Toll mo not In mournful numbers Life IB but tin otnpty dreuin, When 'tis full ofureen cucutnburs And of restaurant loo oreani. —Detroit Pree Press. --"He's a great catch, I assure you," said one young woman to another. "Ho must have inherited his money; he's hardly old enough to have made it." "Money! O, I referred to his attainments in the way of baseball."—Washington Star. —To get acquainted with people's objectionable idiosyncrasies you must travel with them. Of course, there is no danger of their getting 1 acquainted with your objectionable idiosyncracies while traveliug with you.—Somcrville Journal. —His Only Kind.—"No wonder you don't catch any fish, using 1 bait like that," and the friend pointed to the half- empty flask. "Haven't you got any other." "Noother?" "No; you see the early birds got all the worms."—Philadelphia Times. —No Lottery About It.—Wife—"Do you really think that marriage is a lottery?" Husband—"No, I do not." Wife (somewhat surprised)—"Why don't you?" Husbund—''Because when a fellow has drawn a blank he can't go and purchase another chance." —An ill-paid minister went to his deacon and asked for an increase of salary. "Salary?" said the deacon; "I thought you worked for souls." "So I do," said the minister, "but I can not eat souls, and if I could it would take a good many of your size to make a dish."—N. Y. Herald. —In the "Whirled" Office.—Assistant — "What was the trouble that led you to discharge Spacer?" Editor—"Insub- ordinatiou, kicked on his assignment." Assistant—"What did you detail him to do?" Editor—"Marry some one, and write four columns on: 'Is Marriage a Failure?"'—Iowa Topics. —Bad News.—Charlie—"You look blue, old man. What's the matter?" Gus—"Bad news, dear boy, about my rich grandfather." Charlie—"That's too bad. The old gentleman is sick, I suppose?" Gus—"No, confound him! The old rascal is healthier than ever, and likely to live twenty years yet."—Saturday Evening Herald. —They had been talking about their neighbors all the evening, and, there being a lull in the conversation, one of the party said: "Suppose we now talk about ourselves and rip up each other's character a little ?" "That is unnecessary," replied a thin-faced, thin- lipped lady; "our neighbors are probably doing 1 that for us."—N. Y. Press. —Music on the Home Stretch.—, "Goodness gracious," yelled the manager, meeting the leader of the orchestra coming up, "there was a terrible mess of it half way in the last act." "And didn't I manage it nicely ?" said the leader. "I caught up so that even you must have noticed I wasn't more than three bars behind when the curtain fell."—Fliegende Blcatter. WAR REMINISCENCES. CURIOUS WAR RELIO. OVERDONE CLEVERNESS. are formed of huge cactuses, convolvu- Li, and lianes. As for the cottages and iiuts, they are of very primitive architecture, most of them being built of mud and cane, with bark roofs; a few only are of brick, with tile roofs; and still fewer have more than one room, one door, and one small window, shaded in front by a veranda supported on palm-tree pillars. In the town, too, the old houses all have verandas or long colonnades in front that cover the sidewalk, and offer protection from the tropical sun. The more modern houses, on the other hand, have no verandas; they are like those of Buenos Ayres, and their facades are over-ornamented with stucco aj>d elaborate iron gratings. —Theodore Child, in Harper's Magazine. An Uncomfortable State for a Person to Get Into. There are some very clever people who are in a continual state of alarm lest they should not fully perceive the hidden springs of their neighbors' actions. They seem always afraid somebody is going to overreach them. They refuse to believe in frankness. In their eyes it covers deepest duplicity. What lies on the surface, they think, is for ordinary stupid people to accept. "Ah," they nod, shrewdly, "we are not so silly as you would like us .to be. We see further through the millstones than other folks. We perfectly understand that you are friendly because yon bate us, and look pleased because you are secretly planning to get the better of us. We are not to be fooled by any such shallow pretences." They are so earnestly engaged in digging deep under the actions of simple-minded people to discover their motives that they never find them, and are constantly blind to what directly lies before their eyes. Now this may be because at heart they really are never quite confident of their own superiority, or because being conscious of insincerity themselves, they can not understand sincerity in anyone else. Either supposition is unflattering to these clever ones; and as they are often people of really clever parts, it seems a pity they should give themselves such needless anxiety about matters which lie in such plain sight they are not able to see them. It probably takes a certain amount Of sincerity in one's self to believe in the sincerity of other peopl*. But it must be uncomfortable to be «o shrewd that you are afraid some one will arise smarter than you are —Saturday Evening Herald. A Veit Stnlne'1 With the TUood of the Flttt FaderiU Ofllcjer Shot In Battle. Col. 1J. F. Hawkes, of the pension office, possesses a curious m'emento of the first bloodshed of the civil war. It is the first blood drawn from the veins of a federal officer by confederate fire. Talking about war times the other day Col. Hawkes took the paper from a little bundle he carried and held up for ifispection a low-exit gray vest, of a sort of "pepper and salt" pattern, bound about the edges with brown silk cord and ornamented with buttons that looked like bullets. It had been a garment of a civilian before the war. On the side, a little forward of the armhole, was a ragged hole about the size of a man's thumb. Below this a dark stain ran down, spreading 1 until it covered nearly all one side of the vest. On the inside this stain colored the entire lining of the vest. The garment was soaked with blood that had dried into It and stiffened it like rawhide. "That," said Col. Hawkes, "is a relic of the first blood shed of the civil war. The vest was worn by Gen. (then Col.) B, F. Kelley, who commanded at the battle of Phillippi, the first battle of the war, and who was the first officer on the federal side to receive a wound. The ball, fired in a volley of the rear guard of the retreating confederates, entered where you see that hole, passed through the general's lungs and came out just below the shoulder blade. I was his adjutant and was with him there. When we saw him lying with the blood spurting from the wound as if forced out with a pump, Ho one expected him to live more than a few minutes. The surgeons at the hospital pronounced the wound mortal, and it was so reported to Gen. McClellan, but the general never left the front, and in less than sixty days was again in command. He is now eighty-four years old, and, as he was the first officer to fall in the cause of the Union, he will be among the last of the brave generals to pass away." Gen. Kelley commanded the first federal troops who marched on confederate soil. He took command of the first regiment raised in Western Virginia on the 25th of May, 1861, and a few days later marched against the confederates under Porterfield. The struggle then was to prevent the people of that section from entering the confederacy, and out of it grew the state of West Virginia. Kelley's troops were without uniform and equipment, and were armed with any sort of guns, knives, and pistols they could get. Some had rifles, some muskets, and some shotguns. The general's only uniform was his outer coat. The confederates against whom he was contending were at one hour in the field plowing and at the next mounted on their plow horses in the ranks of CoL Porterfield, and then again they were at their plows as peaceful tillers of the soil. At four o'clock on the 3d of June, 1861, Col. Kelley, supported by Indiana and Ohio regiments, made an attack on the confederates at Phillippi, driving them from, their position in confusion, thus beginning the actual fighting of the war. After this he was made brigadier-general, and his operations in West Virginia during the rest of the war were of great service to the government and won for him high commendation. At the battle of Romney, where a most important victory was won, he commanded his troops from a carriage, being not yet sufficiently recovered from his wound to ride a horse. Alter the war he held a position in the pension office at Washington until he got to be seventy-eighj years old and retired from active life. Since then he has divided his time between Washington and his country place, Swan Meadows, near Oakland, Md. He is now so old and feeble that his death is expected at any time, but his mind is as clear and vigorous as ever. The military spirit still remains with him, and he is making a slow and orderly retreat before the Great Destroyer.—N. Y. Commercial Advertiser. were heard two miles ftwuy, the als struck the field-works—dasher! them—\ver« upon the confedefaiet fore even a single company had rallil Soine of the defender* Were p " an eni-ly breakfast—some yet More than three thousand priddittei were captured in twenty minutes' and Lee's right center was pierced. Then came delay and confusion, and the golden moment was lost. He 1 fofl ed si new line in rear of the HorSeshe and the federals reached it to be drr* back to the ground they had captttfed Now it was Lee's turn.* He did hot what he did at Gettysburg 1 —attempted the impossible. Five times within •' hours did he hurl great masses of troO|Ml| at Hancock's front, but each time thej were repulsed with dreadful slaughter Every charge was made with a mometHl turn which carried the confederates^ clear up to the field-works, and there* they were shot and bayoneted or takea: prisoner. After the third charge thft' dead almost blocked the way, while the cries of the wounded almost drowned the roar of musketry. There was not a tree nor bush nor twig nor blade of grass which was not cut by the flyinff missiles. The earth was ridged and plowed and furrowed as if some mighty drag had passed and repassed. Tha very air seemed to blaze and burn. After 1 o'clock it rained heavily, and wounded men dragged themselvei about and drank out of the pools and, hollows. Those who could not crawl lay with open mouths to cool their parched tongues by catching a few drops. In front of a part of Birney'a division was a sink-hole. Into this rain and blood collected until it war • full of red water, and around this were a hundred wounded men, drinking and moaning. Not when the sun went down—not when the night came—but only at midnight did Lee cease hurling his gray masses at Hancock's front. Then '• the living could no longer charge over thai dead and wounded. And when th& morning came again and men looked out on those acres of field and bush, they saw what was seen nowhere else , during the long and bloody war—the earth hidden from sight—the soil so' glutted with blood that when the burial parties cleared it of its awful burden it had turned red.—N. Y. World. PICKETT'S FAMOUS CHARGE. The Part Taken in It By a Prominent Vir- , ginian Politician. There are some men who always appreciate a good story, no matter under what circumstances it is told—whether the thermometer registers ninety-five degrees in the shade or mercury is ready to freeze. One of the groups was seated in the reading-room of the Ar- , lington hotel in Washington the other evening, and the central figure was Capt. J. S. Chew, of Springfield, Mo.,who was in Washington en route to Europe. Capt. Chew was a member of one of Pickett's regiments during the war, and has no end of good stories at his command showing the humorous side of the struggle. A reporter of the Post drop-' ped in on the group while the captain was spinning a yarn about an incident which came under his notice at Pickett's famous Gettysburg charge. In his company, of which he was at that time, a lieutenant, was a young Virginian, only about sixteen years of age, and when the shot and shell began to fall about the command like hail the youth, tried to drop out of the ranks. "The captain of our company noticed the boy, of course," said Capt Chew, "and yelled to him to fall in and not act like a baby, but the boy was equal to the occasion, and, almost in tears, yelled back: 'I say, captain, I wish I was a baby, and a girl baby at that* Well, there were lots of us there who echoed his sentiments, but just then we were not making them public." "What became of the boy?" asked 1 ' the reporter. t ' 'That would be scarcely appreciated, if I told, by the young soldier, or, rather, middle-aged man now, for he is a prominent Virginia politician and does not live so many miles from Washington."—Washington Post. OLD NOTES FOR SOLDIERS. WAR'S BLOOD SPOT. the Umpire. A seedy-looking individual knocked at the door of a house on Cass avenue, and when the girl opened it he said: "Judging from your expression you take me for a tramp?" "Yes," said the girl, "judging from appearance I do." "Well, you wrong nje. I have bad a wrestle with fate and been thrown, but I am no tramp," "I'll let Towsey decide," said the girl; "he never makes a mistake." But while Towser was getting up the fellar stairs the ^ranjp" worked his way out of the the Beit of It. "Mutton and capers/' announced the waiter, and the guest said yes, hut the waiter returned to say that the capers were all gone. "Well bring on the mutton and I'll cut the capers," said the gentleman) cheerfully.— Detroit Free Press. A Mean Husband. Iff* Newbride— Oh, Henry, we can't play lawn tennis this afternoon, for the Pall* are lost and I can't find them. Mr, Newbride— My dear, why don't you hake a tew of those doughnut* oj They would dp Spottgylvanla, Where the Earth Turned Ked With Human Blood. Should you ask a veteran of the war, officer or private, to point out the blood spot of the war, the field on which the carnage was greatest in a given time, no two would perhaps agree. Almost every battle of the war would be named, and not one in a hundred answers would locate the spot. It was at Spottsylvania, on the second day of the fight. On the afternoon of jjhe first, as the Second and Fifth corps Jnoved up against the earthworks crowning Laurel Hill, they were driven back after a fight lasting not over forty minutes, with a loss of almost six thousand killed and wounded. The dead were ten to every wounded man. There was no heavy fighting next day. Grant was inspecting Lee's lines for a weak spot. He found it at the point known to every soldier on both sides and to history as "the Horseshoe." Informing his battle line Lee had left this to stand. Indeed, his troops had formed it as they came on the field. At this one spot his field-works projected out from the main line like a tongue of land into a bay. A whole federal corps might have been rrehed against it in day-light to its destruction, but Grant moved Hancock's troops by night and stationed them for a dash in the gray of morning. -They rested on the fields of the Brown farm and the farmer's house was Hancock's headquarters. From Hancock's lines to the Horseshoe was less than half a mile, with the route obstructed by thickets and a second- growth forest. Just before daybreak of that early summer's morning, with a mist rising from the fields and thickets, and while the birds were faintly chirping in the trees as they noted the coming of dawn, Hancock's n~.cn moved forward. The confederate pickets were only pistol- snot away. As they challenged, the lines got the word to double-o^uiek, ana the pickets were carried uioag with the With cheers and THE grave of Barbara Frietchie in- the German Reformed Church cemetery, near Frederick, Md., is marked simply j with a headstone bearing her name, ] age and "1863." There is a tangle of ''• briers and creeping vines running wild I over the mound. ' THE buttons adopted by the confed •, erate navy have been very, highly priz» ed in the south since the war as relics, •. and have, where they could be obtain* ed, been used as vest and cuff buttons. ' Owing to their scarcity they have been in very active demand, but they now seem destined to become a drug on the market, as a resident of Norfolk, Va., has received a letter from the firm, ty London which made them during the >.war, stating that they still have th« dies and can furnish the buttons in any number. •, A WOMAN was trying to induce Gen. Sherman to use his influence for her son • in order that he might be given a place in the army, for which, however^ he had shown no particular fitness, "His father was in the army," said the urgent mother, "and so were his grandfather and great-grandfather, and it seems aj( if he ought to follow the line." ''H'jnf Three generations in the army," said the general. < 'Don't you think, madam, that it is about time for one memb«p ; of the family to work for his WvJDff* " * IN the National cemetery at 1?' " Landing there are 3,590 union and four women buried ip tery. The latter wsj* nurse* army, who contracted dleeasaa whjft^j work in the hospitals, 4404 »»4 buried in the cemetery, grave is marked with i the graves of the women ' ignored. Someone had evergreen or so over.l otherwise they are unwarjj _ seems to know why^.the been neglected, save partment directed < ~ should be erected, interesting bit of \yith the matter, if

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