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The face of Lieutenant Marks was almost as pale as marble, and he had long since ceased to give orders, for it was now a pitched battle in which every man was his own commander. Prominent among the troopers was a tall young man in the uniform of a private soldier. There was a look of calm determination on his face, and whatever others may have done, he wasted no shots that day. Every time his rifle cracked a redskin fell. Though he exposed himself more to Indian bul- lets than any of the others, he seemed to hold a charmed life, for not a. shot touch-ed him. This private was about twenty-four years of age, with a handsome face, dark eyes and black moustache. His name was George Stone, and it was whis ered that he was a graduate of Princeton. How he came to be a pri- vate soldier in the regular army is a story of sufficient interest to tell even in the midst of battle, especially as it has some bearing on the conflict. He and Lieutenant David Marks had been scho-olboys together, and both were competitors for the appointment at West Point. Marks, though inferior to Stone in every respect, having the strongest political pull, succeeded, and George went to Princeton. George graduated about the same time that his successful rival came from West Point with a commission as second lieutenant of cavalry. He hap- pened to be near the town in which the regiment of his rival was quartered. This renewed the jealousy of his com- panion. Then Miss Mary Sommers came to the city. She was going to her sister in Montana, the‘co-ming summer, and as Marks’ regi. ent had been or- dered to that part " rthe country, he hoped he would meet her again, espe- cially as he had fallen desperately in love with her. For the second time his rival was his schoolboy friend, George Stone, who seemed to. be more success- ful than he had before. Marks had no political pull in love matters, and be- gan to look about for some means to conquer again. .The plan he fell upon was the most nefarious that can be conceived. One day he and some (lficers and friends enticed George intv a saloon, and dur- ing the afternoon ll.dllC€d him to drink so much champagne that he became utterly unconscious of his acts and surroundings. While he was in that state. a recruit- ing oflicer who was present induced him to enlist in the regular army as a private, and he was assigned to the company to which Lieutenant Marks belonged. When Stone recovered consciousness and realized what he had done. he re- solved never to drink another drop of intoxicating liquors. Marks. who had been his constant associate, of course cut his acquaint- ance, and George was compelled to mess and associate with the common soldier. Stone gave strict attention to orders. and studied military tactics as he had never studied any subject in his life. He became the favorite of all save his second lieutenant, who lost no opportunity to humiliate him. In due time the regiment was ordered to the plains, and he was with the squad sent to guard the stage. It was the first time'Lieutenant Marks had ever been under fire; nevertheless it was natural to suppose he Would show some courage on this occasion, for Mary Sommers. the girl who had won his heart. was in the stage. It was galling to poor George Stone to meet the woman whom he loved under soch changed circumstances that he dared not speak to her. He bore himself erect with a proud soldierly dignity, but was silent. When, the at- tack came he was first in the tight, and it was then that the lieutenant, who shone as a society man. begun to show the white feather. He failed to go to the front with his men, and kept as much out of range of bullets and ar- rows as possible. . It was George. his stony slleucc bro- ken only by the exigeucy of the mo- ment. who suggested the grove as the. proper place to make the stand. lt was he who proposed that the breast- »work be thrown up from the stones and sand. All the while the cowardly lieuten- ant, with pale lips and trembling form, was crouched under the stagecoach. not uttering a word or taking any part in the conflict. “Lieutenant Marks.“ said a sweet. musical voice at his side during a lull in the conflict, “why do you not go to the front with your men?" “I am ill, Miss Sommers; indeed. I am very ill. I can hardly stand upon my feet." answered the lieutenant. And to prove that he was correct, he lay at full length on the ground. “‘You were not ill two hours ago," “No. this has been very sudden and very unfortunate indeed. 1'.” l were well I could drive off those rascally In- dians: but really I am not able to hold up my head.” And it seemed as if he would burrow his head in the sand. “Lieutenant Marks, you are a cow- ard’” cried the brave girl, indignantly. “You are a disgrace to the service.” He began to lament in a pitiable manner, and she turned away and ran to‘ the side of George Stone, who stood boldly erect by the imperfect breast- work, firing at the savages, who were pouring a storm of bullets about him. Laying one little hand on his shoulder, she said: should endanger your life.” He turned his pale, stern face upon her, and spoke to her for the first time since he had worn the uniform of a soldier. “Miss Sommers. this is no place for you.” “Nor is it any place for you,” she an. swered. “I am a. soldier, and it is my duty to die.” “And I am one whom you are defend- ing, and it is my duty to remain at your side.” “Miss Sommers-” he began. “No, no, George! L will never leave tlls breastwork while you expose your life—more precious than that of any other in the party.” ' He was touched by her words. They appealed to his heart. A moisture came into the eyes which had been so long dry, while his frame trembled. “Miss Sommers—” “George, you used to call me Mary; won’t you do so now? Remember, death is a great leveler, and we are facing death.” “Mary—I must defend you,” he- said. “I would defend you even if I were not a soldier, and I must inspire these oth- ers by my example.” “Better let any of them expose their lives than you!” she answered in a voice of melting tenderness. . "It would be fatal to shirk duty now —the act of a coward. Is it not better that we take the only chance we have of defending our lives than to die a. coward’s death?” “Then let me stand by your side and fall when you do. I shall not care to live if you are gone.” “No, no! Don’t insist on endanger- ing your life, Mary. You unman me. I am a coward when you are exposed to danger—I am brave in the thought that I can defend you.” His reason and entreaty prevailed, and she was induced to seek the most sheltered place in the enclosure when the Indians made their next charge on the rude earthwork. “They are coming again, boys!" cried the brave private. “Now remember that it is better to die a brave man than a coward. Don’t waste a shot. Our only hope lies in making a bold, stubborn resistance.” The soldiers, who looked upon him as their natural leader, silently nodded assent. "Steady all!” cried George Stone. “Now take careful aim. Don’t any of you waste lead on the big chief with red feathers.” Every rifle was aimed. “Steady! Let them come a little nearer before you fire.” Up they came until they were even within long pistol range, and then George gave the command: “Fire!” There was a rattling crash of fire arms. and the foremost saddles were emptied. The big chief with red feath- ers went down with the others. The riderless horses plunged back among the mounted savages, making the panic more general. “Load!” cried the young soldier. Before the Indians had recovered from the confusion the volley had thrown them into, a second volley was poured into them. Then some of the passengers having Winchesters began a continual fire. The savages drew off again, but they had no intention of giving up the fight. Other chiefs came to take the place of those fallen, and they appealed to their comrades for revenge. They had only to point to the sandy plain, red- dened with their blood, and with deaf- ening yells they charged the breast- work. . One by one the soldiers went down. As if by a miracle Stone was still un- hurt, and gathering the arms of his fallen comrades about him, he contin- ued to fire with such rapidity that the Indians little dreamed there was but one man left. “Georgie, let me help you,” entreated Mary. “I can load the guns.” “God help you !" he murme-red. At this moment there was a sudden and for some time unexplainable stam- pede on the part of the enemy. Hast- ily taking up their wounded and part of their dead they flew across the plain as rapidly as their ponies could carry them. The cause of their flight was the arrival of two hundred soldiers un- der,Major ‘s'arner. George was the only man unhurt save the coward-1y lieutenant, who was still under the stagecoach, and who never recovered from his sudden malady until he and the major assured him the enemy was gone. Miss Mary Sommers went to the city, where her brother, a wealthy miner, lived. Tom Sommers was not only wealthy but influential. and he was soon ready to offer George Stone either a discharge or a commission. He chose to be discharged, and shortly af- ter married the lady whom he had so gallantly defended. He removed to a Western State, from which he was sent to Congress, and subsequently be- came an official in the war-department. In another engagement Marks had proved to be a coward, and was tried by a court-martial and dismissed from the service. He went to Washington to be reinstated, and while at 1hr- war department met the man whom he had injured. “Mr. Stone, it is not right that you ' l l l i l “Well, I suppose you will do all you can against me,” said the lieutenant. “You will keep me out of the army if you can.” “No.” George Stone answered, “I may be doing wrong in befriending a man whom I do not believe fitted for the. position, but my influence shall be given to have you restored, providingr you will resign.” He succeeded in having the officer restored. and then the lieutenant l'r" ssigncd. which removed the stigma oi" disgrace from him. It was at the President’s reception that Lieutenant Marks met Mr. Stone and his beautiful wife. "1 am proud to meet such a distin- guished person as Colonel Stone!“ said the lieutenant, derisively. The fair wife quickly interrupted him with: “Not a colonel, lieutenant. Private Stone. I am proud to own that I am the wife of a private. A private who is brave in battle is to be preferred to a commissioned officer who becomes deathly sick at a sign of danger.” Lieutenant Marks, very much humil- iated, left the \Vh‘ite House. FREEING PULP WOOD OF KNOTS. The New Machine Accomplishes Better Results Than the Old Method. A machine has been patented for taking the knots and foreign substan- Fl'L‘ out of wood for sulp-hite pulp. The freer the wood is from knots and for- eign matter the whiter and better quality of pulp it makes. The old method was to bore the knots out by a hand anger, but many of the knots ran crosswise, and could be only be partially removed. Hand picking of the knots was also resorted to after the wood had been chipped, girls and we- men being mostly employed for that purpose. Very few mills in America could afford the enormous expense of hand picking, but in Europe, where women and girls can be employed for a few cents a day, this laborious process was adopted. In consequence the Euro- pean manufacturers have been alzle to furnish American markets with a much (:1( aher and better grade of pulp than is manufactured in this country. Ban the new machine will clean the chips better than 100 women and girls can do it in the same time. The method is simple and costs little. The wood is prepared in the usual manner by passing the blocks through the chipper. The chips are then taken up by a blower and discharged against a . eel plate, which. disintegrates them. :iiiei' which they are passed through Elie machine which cleans out the knots. This is a tank or vat filled with water. After entering the water the chips are submerged by machinery and taken to a carrier. The clean wood chips suitable: for pulp float and are taken out, while- the knots and re- sinous matter sink and are carried off from the bottom of the tank. The claim of the patent is for an improved method of simultaneously moistenin-g and assorting the clear wood chips for cooking in the digester.—Chicago Inter- Ocean. "A REMARKABLE BOOK. [t is on the Finest Vellum. and. is Traced Instead of Printed. One of the curious books in the world is neither written nor printed. Its pages are composed of the finest qual- ity .of vellum. and the letters were with infinite pains and- trouble cut out of the material with a sharppointed knife or a pair of delicate scissors. It is interleaved with blue paper, and the letters can, therefore. be- read as easily as any print. It formerly belonged to l the Prince de Ligne, and is now in the library of a noble French family. The title of the book is “Liber Passionis Domini Nulla Materia Compositis,” in English, “The Book of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ. in Characters, Without Materials of Composition." The matter is a homily probably com- posed by some monastic preacher of the middle ages. A remarkable cir- cumstance connected with this book is the fact that, although it bears the royal arms of England, no mention of it can be found in any English writing. The book is believed to have been made some time in the thirteenth or fourteenth century. In 1640 the Em- peror Rudolph offered for it 11,000 du- cats, which in the money of our time would equal about $66,000. and the of- fer was refused—St. Louis Globe Democrat. Bigger Bell than Moscow’s. The biggest bell in the world, not excepting the cracked one of Moscow, is in~the pagoda of Mengoon, a little north of Mandalae in India. It was cast about the beginning of the cen- tury by King Bodawpay-a as an accom— paniment to the huge brick pagoda which he never finished. It is said to have been cast on an island and rafted across. The weight is about ninety-eight tons, circumfer- ence at the bottom 51% feet and at the top 26 feet. It averages more than a foot in thickness. The bell itself is more than twelve feet high. and the shackle, which was intended for logs of timber. about 12 feet. The pin in the shackle has a diameter of 16 inches—Chicago Inter—Ocean. Evidence of Former Inhabitants. If the find of a Colorado miner be taken as evidence, there is little doubt that the human race existed on this continent as long ago as the time when silver veins were in process of forma- tion. Four hundred feet below the sur- face, a number of human bones, as well as an arrowhead of tempered cop- per, were found, actually imbedded in silver ore. The bones and arrowhead must have been lying there before the ore formed around them. and that means many thousand years ago.— Golden Days. A QUEER SHAH. He Threw His Crown on the Floor and Declined to Behead Some Robbers. The new Shah of Persia has some qualities which make him a very pic— turesque character, and perhaps he may prove a modern Haroun-al-Ras- chid. J. Foster Fraser, an Englishman who has spent some time with His M'aj- esty, says that the coronation cere- mony took place on a very hot day, and as soon as His Majesty could es- cape he hastened OK to his private rooms. Some one found him ten min- utes afterward, sitting in a draught, and in his shirt sleeves, on some steps in the corridor, the crown still on his head, though pushed somewhat awry. “Your Majesty will be ill if you sit there,” was said. “Oh, I am so warm, and this thing,” he answered, taking 0% the crown and pitching it on one side, “is so heavy; I hope I shall never have to put it on again.” The'Shah’s predecessor, so it used to be said, had a summary way of get- ting rid of disgraced Ministers, but the inflicting of pain, or the exercise of despotic power to injure any one bod— ily, is antagonistic to the present Shah’s desires. Indeed, Mr. Fraser thinks he might almost go so far as to say he is something of a Socialist. Some time ago a gang of hill robbers was captured and taken before him to receive sentence that their heads be chopped ofi. He inquired into their case, and found they had been leading a hard and perilous life. “Poor men,” he observed, “I suppose they robbed because they wanted something to eat,” and then he ordered their re- lease—New York Journal. CURRENT W|T AND HUMOR. “Isn’t it awfully annoying to be near sighted?” asked the man who delights in personal questions. “If you had waited as I have, an- swered the afflicted one, “nearly ten minutes for a blamed little lightning bug to get by, under the impression that it was a bicycle beginner coming down the street, you would know that it was annoying.” ” Dr. Prim: “I liaven’t,seen you at church. Sister Perkins, for three 01' four weeks. I trust your piety is not growing: lukewarm.” Sister Perkins: “No, Dr. Prim, but the sexton keeps the window raised in front of’ our pew. and my' doctor says I must not sleep in a draught."—— Twinklesi. He—I think Dr. Jenkins will very soon have a large practice- She—“’liy'? He—He has just had a case in which he prescribed millinery for hysteria.— Puck. Rude Foreigner (meeting British tourist). “Ah! I see it is true that. no one but a pig and an Englishman can face the hot winds.” , British Tourist. “Evidently, fi'oryou and I are the only living. things abroad.”—Harper’s Bazar. Yeast—That man Styles always does the right thing at the right time. Crimsonbeak—It’s too bad, though, that he’s never arrived at the time when he considers it proper to pay his debts—Yonkers Satesman. Tommy—Pop, what is a nuisan— thrope? Tommy’s Pop—A misanthrope, my boy, is a man who thinks life isn't worth living andlwhzo kicks like a steer when he has to: die—Cleveland. Lea- der. \Villie—I told" her my love was so great that my brain was on fire- Charlie—that did she say to that? VVillie—Told me' I had better blow it out.—Yale Recordi. “Don‘t cry!” he entreated. Then he perceived that her handker- chief was edged. with the most exqui- site la'ce. “Don’t weep!”' he said, correcting himself.——Detroit J ournal. “Going to your mother—in-lazw’s fu- neral, old man?” “No. Business comes before pleas- ure with me every tim=.”——New York Journal. ' The ofliCe at the police station. In- spector (in desk)—“\Vhat’s your name?" Prisoner—“Patrick McSwee- ney.” “that countryman are you?” “An Oirishman.” "What's your busi- ness?” “An Italian organ grinder.”— Sp-are Moments- Mrs. Nuwed—W’hy did you bring the pie back? I said you could eat it if you would saw that cord of wood. Hungry Henry—I cum back ter tell yer, mum, ef it’s jest de same ter you, dat I’ll eat de wood and saw up do pie. “Hear about Casey givin’ th’ Dootch- man th’ black eye?” “Oi did not. Fwy was it?” “Tli’ Dootchmnn thried to call Casey a peach, but tould him he was an orange."—Clevel;ind Plain Dealer. Mr. Hungerford—I wonder why lovv and war are so frequently associated in proverbs. Miss \Vallingford—I suppose it in be cause engagements are connnou- r4 both—Judge. Lew Dockstader, at Kostvr & l‘. :il's says his girl is so tall that if she in or: her feet on the Fourth of July «'1 doesn’t catch cold until Chi isizzitls. “\Yhat does your papa like for b: .:' fast," asked the new girl. “He always likes most anjcéliiit‘ ‘ hasn’t been cooket .” said Mabel. .in: “Great Scott, Eph! what's the 2.2mm» per of your boots?" } Harper’s Round Table. "Two, sah; one for each fool. suit."— DIARY OF AN OFFICE‘BOY. Laugllable Items That He» --' "ted Down During His “Sm-1w" ’"I' "I8. The boy in a certain down". :zwn office keeps a diary. The following; extracts are merely fragmentary and relate to his employer’s experiences in securing a. satisfactory typewriti‘st. >;:ys the St. Louis Post Dispatch. “Say, I nearly died a inliin’ today. She wasn’t much on looks. and was so nervous that her back hair sli.:ok dt-wn but I felt sorry for her, s‘help me. Tim boss started in dictatin’ and she bar-sec away on the keys like a good fellow for about fifteen minutes. and then all of a sudden she went in a heap and said, ‘lVould you mind saying that over again? I forgot to put any paper on the machine.’ Say. you can just bet the air was in rainbow shades for about fourteen minutes and a quarter. “This one seems to be right in the swim with us. She’s a troolylooler, and no mistake. W'orks iier machine like a railway train behind time. and eats chocolate creams for lunch. She’s a daisy looker, too. The boss told her to consider herself engaged, and I hope ye have got settled at last. If I had to have kept on receiving and making i myself agreeable to so many fairies as ' I have been doing lately the boss would have been struck for mom- dough. A man can’t do that kind of » work for any three a week. The neck- ties cost more money. This girl’s name is \Vitchin—Miss Bewitchiug I called her, just for a jolly. She only laughed, but treated me to a cream, so I know I’m solid there. “Say, the boss's old lady didn't drop in yesterday, mebbe! Oh, no; of course not. And she didn’t have a wild look in her eye when she spotted Bewitch- izng? I knew what was coming, you can. bet. It was Bewitching, chase yourself, just as the boss had to tell her next morning. Although he did give her a whole week's dope in ad- vance. He's good-hearted for a boss, but he lets his old pair of bloomers run the whole game for him. She’d a-bccn after me long ago if I hadn’t told her that we used to live on Fifth . avenue once, and that since me fadder I lost all: Iris money he would not let me go anywhere but to the wyemseea readin’ rooms. “This girl's face ain’t in the running : at all, but you can bet yer life that her muscle is. I tried to mash it, and she grabbi d the by the collar and shook me till my back teeth rattled. But I say I . wish tlicre’il. a—been a crowd to see her tackle the- machine! The very first time she plunked on it She broke the capital M all to ballyhunk, and a piece of the: steel flew up and took the boss over the left window. “I told the! boss that he ought to try a buck operator, and stop fooling with: the lady push, and he said that it was the only sensible thing that 'he had ever heard me get ofl’. We got one;. too, that’s pretty fair, but he‘s getting a little bossy,. and unless he squares: himself with. me I’m afraid we’ll have to bounce him- But I’m so tired of’ this changing. business that I‘m going: to try and stand: him for a while.” WIT-‘AND HUMOR. “See y’ar, nigger; d-oan’ yo’ go tryin’ to play no Napoleon Bonyparte tricks ,on me,” said Mrs. Johnson. “W w’y, w’ot yo mean by d'at, Me- lindy?” remarked‘ Mr. Johnson. “W’y, de books say dat feller wuz grand, gloomy: and peculiar. An’ I no- tice yo’ bin actin’ de same way lately eb’ry time I ax yo’ to bring up a bed ob coal.” Mistress—Why, Mary, you have dated your letter a week ahead. Maid—Yis‘m; it will take over a week for it to get to me mother, and she wouldn’t care to be reading old news, even fro.m.~ me.—Boston Tran script. Kansas Farmer—I don’t know how it is, but I don’t feel comfortable any more. The old place ain’t what it used to be. Visitor—What’s the trouble? Kansas Farmer—Well, yer see, my son, he come home a. few days ago, and he paid. off the mortgagel—Up to Date. “It was a; great enterprise,” said the- enthusiastic manager. “W'hen we opened with that show we had two Uncle Toms, two Little Evas, two Aunt Ophelias. and two bloodhounds.” “Yes,” replied Mr. Stormingten. Barnes dreamily, “and $2.”—\Vash~ ington Star. ' “Do you love me?” she asked fond- 1y. “Dearly,” he replied. “\‘chld you die for me?” “No, my precious one. undying love.” Mine is an The Clown—Say. Bonesy, how did the fat woman come to marry the In- dia—rubber man? The Living Skeleton-I guess she wanted a husband she could twist around her finger. Judge: “Do I understand that you decline to give you age?” Fair Wit ness: “My lord, how can I swear to a thing as a fact that I know of only by hearsay?” Jones—You say she is proud? Bones——Proud? \Vhy, that woman wouldn‘t read a serial story because she’d have to buy it on the installment plan—New York Journal. “Gentlemen of the jury,” said a law- yer, the other day, “there were thirty- six hogs. Remember the fact—just three times as many as in the. jury- box, gentlemen.”—Graphic. “Obey mv orders,” said Pat's Eng— lish master, “if I order you to drive to the bottomless pit.” “And sure and I will, your honor,’ answered Pat; “but ye. must excuse me if I back ye in.” \ QUEER HERBS GROWN HERE. Absinthe Now Made in America and Michigan Sage Worth 8140 aTon. The manufacture of genuine French absinthe is the latest American indus- try. This is guaranteed to be the real stuff, straight fuom the boulevards. It is made from the common worm- wood which is found in many old New England gardens, and from which a thick oil is distilled. It has been found by an examination of custom house ex- perts that sixty years ago large quan- tities of this American wormwood were exported from New York and Vermont to France, where it was used in making absinthe. . '- But so large has the home consump- tion now grown that we now use all the wormwood for our own production, as well as five times as much. which is imported from France and Ger- many. The American wormwood is regarded as the best in the world. Another expensive herb which is grown here is safiron, which is worth from $6 to $8 per pound. Until quite recently the chief supply of saffron came from Vermont, but a severe drought there killed most of the plants. In Michigan there are vast fields of peppermint, which is cultivated care- fully and sells for a high price An- other medicinal herb grown in Michi- gan is sage, which is sold at 140 per ton, in addition to which 100 tons of sage are imported into the United States every year at a value of $80 per ton, most of it coming from Italy. In the mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee boneset, pennyroyal and thorn apple leaves are cultivated, as well as mandrake, blood root and black cohosh, all of which are used in patent medicines. California and Cape God are the homes of horehound, which makes a cough medicine. This country raises a greater variety of medicinal herbs than any other, producing those that grow in cold and hot climates, as well as those that thrive on dry mountain tops and in the humid valleys. Burdock, angelica. and bayberry are Isome of these roots, and others are spikenard, unicorn root, cascarilla, cramp bark, thyme and pigeon berry—New York Journal. WANTED TO BE ACTORS. A Sample of Queer Notes Received by Stage Professionals: A note which; Mr. Beerbohm Tree read to a Strand magazine reporter the other day ran as follows: “Veneered Sir: I wish to go on the stage, and I would like to join your valuable theatre. I have been a brick- layer for five years, but having failed in this branch I have decided to take on acting, it being easier work. I am not young, but am. six foot tall with- out any boots. I have’studied Bell’s system of elocution and am fond of late hours.” The incident which this suggests was told by a friend. who was playing Rosa- lind at the time here in Boston, and playing it, as she fancied, rather ac- ceptably. As she entered her dressing room at the theatre one night, a note I was handed to. her which read in this i nose: I “Dere lady I worked for a dentist but I I have spoiled so many of his teeth saying over your part in the play that new I can say it just as well as you do, and I want you to let metry it to-nig-ht and see if I can’t for the dentist says he cannot have me any more and I must pay for his teeth, and so I must go on the stage and I will be here at T ofclock." The exchange was not made—From Time and. The Hour. Princeton’s Gain. Mr; Laurence Hutton has given his famous collection of masks to Prince- ton. University. There are over seven— ty masks in the lot, nearly all of them of’ very noted. personages. It is the only notable collection of the sort in, existenceand Mr. Hutton has been add- ing to it for the last thirty years, The- story of its beginning is that one day, as- long ago as the civil war, while Mr- Hutton was still a clerk in a New York store, he was'standing in a book shops when a boy came in with a death mask in his hand, which he sold to the pro— prieto‘r of the shop for fifty cents. Mr. Hutton identified the mask as one of Franklin, and assisted in the transac- tion. Mr. Hutton followed the boy out, learned that he had found the mask in an ash barrel, and that there were more. Next he located the barrel, and found in it six masks, which turned out to be another mask of Franklin, othersof \Vordsworth. Scott and Cromwell, and casts from the skulls of Robert Burns' and Robert Bruce. So the collection began—Harper’s Weekly. The Thanks “'ere Premature. During the rebellion the 19th Maine acquired a reputation for foraging the country so thoroughly that they were said to have starved the confederacy out. One day they were sweeping along dining on the fat of the land as usual. Another troop was ahead, and between them and the 19th rode Gen. Hancock. As the general was passing one plantation the proprietor came out and hailed his party. “General," said he, “I want some sort of safeguard. The troops that have just gone by stole my pigs, lifted my hen roosts and emptied my cellar.” "I am very sorry,” said Hancock. “Yes.” continued the old man, “they stole everything but my hope of im- mortality. Thank God, none of them can steal that .” “Don‘t be too sure of that," retorted the general; “the 19th Maine is com- ing next."——'~5an Francisco Argonaut. His Surprise. A.-—“I had a. great surprise last evening." l—l.—-How was that?” .~\.'.—"My wife introduced me to a fellow who never was one. of her old .” admirers.
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