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NAVKD 11W A. DBEAM. A '■‘brining Incident of the Bontard mcnt of Atlant*. were all seated around a comforta ble fire in a little country hotel one night last winter. Each of us had contributed his quota of jokes and stories to the even log 8 entertainment, when the conversa tion drifted to war times. As all of us, with one exception, my yousg friend Mr. K—, had been in active service, we were once more at borne, and °oe anecdote followed another, while our young friend sat silently interested in all that he heard. When he was asked to tell Icme kind of war story, even one which he had read or heard, since he had not seen service, he replied by asking: “Do you all believe in dreams?** Os course we told him we knew very little about such things, but always toox stotif sos that kind with a grain of salt. He announced that we had beat get our salt, as he had the s’ory ready to relate. Anything out of the ordinary always proves interesting, and we sat all curiosity to hear our young friend's narrative. “It was while Atlanta was looking for Sherman's army,” he began, “that my father, a Confederate soldier, was sta tioned with Lis company on the outskirts of the city, near wbat is now known as Panes de Laon Springs. I was a very small boy and with my mother, who had determined not to leave Atlanta as long as she could possibly avoid it, was living in a brick house whicn had a very deep basement. Our home was situated in the northern part of the city and fully two mib« from where my father was stationed. When Sherman began to to shell the city all of our neig -ors ran to our basement for shelter They lived there several da.'s, and as there were a number of little girls down there, I was somewhat bashful and insisted on playing ing upstairs except when forcibly pre vented by my m >th'-r, and at night I would slip off and go up there and sleep in my own little bed. One night my mother was summoned to the backdoor by one of our mos; fdtbful servants, and you can imagine her astonishment finding my fath er there p*ie aud auxious and under appa rent excitement ot some kind. He hur riedly asked her if all were well and asked particularly about me. She told him that we were uninjured and that I was all right. “Whern is he?” he asked. My mother told him she thought I wag in the basement but she was not sure as I per sisted in occupying my own room when left to myself. ‘‘Goat ones and see where he is for God’s sake,” he said, “and under no cir cumstances allow him to occupy his room. “At the risk of my life I have slipped away from my regiment to give you this warning. I asked my captain to allow me to come, and as he was expecting an at tack he refused me, I came any way and may lose my life in consequence. But, if you only kuew how miserable I have been all day, you would not biame me. Last night 1 dreamed that Charles was occu- Eying bis little bed just as I have seen im lying in it so many nights in happier times. As hs lay with his little hands clasped, aud his golden curls flowing over tne snowy pillow, a shell come crashing through the wall tearing his bed into a thousand pieces, mangling him in a most horrible manner ana killing him instantly. I awoke with a start, and after a little while I dozed off only to have the same horrible dream repeated. A third time I saw in my dreams that horrible sight, and I arose and g ive up the eff irt to sleep as walking in the fresh cool night air was far more refreshing. I may be foolish, but, for my sake keep our boy from this horrible room.” My father disappeared in the darkness, and mother went, into the house at once in search of me. Failing to find mo down stairs she made all haste upstairs and into my room, where she found mo snugly tacked away in my little bed sleeping as only a baby can sleep. She picked me up in her arms, and car ried me down stairs. Just as she reached the bast m>-nt door there came a terrible crasb, and the house fairly shook, so great was the shock. All trembling she laid me down, and crept back up stairs to see what had caused tbe fearful explosion. Going into my room, she found the wall torn away just as my lather had describ ed it, and my bed was a perfect wreck A shell had pierced the wall, struck my bed, and exploded in my room. I do not say I beiieve in all dreams, but I have reason for believing in this one.” The h> use above referred to still stands on one of the most prominent business »treats in the city of Atlanta and the wall to this day shows where the shell pierced it on the eventful night. The boy tuns saved is at present one of Atlanta? most prosperous business men* He stands nigh among the people ot his native city, and has heid several offices of public trust. Would Not Take $65 For It. Here ifi what a Virginia lady who bought one of our machines thinks oi it. This is only one of hundreds of similar letters which we receive every day. She only paid us S2O 00 for it to gether with The Farm one year, yet kueeays she would not take $65.00 for it. This is the kind of testimony that leHs, Tuomakek. Va. Boc Thekn Pa km :-1 would nut take $65 and be wiuuoac my machine. 1 have sewed on the OutneJtic, American, New Home, favorite and Biniceil but woma not ulve Thb Southern Farm machine for any two of them. My neigh bors ai itee it splenoidiy. Think some us them will be '• As advertisement nae atop ped did not kn w whether machine could be bought at same p or noc - « 16 can p'ease let me know atoocr as there are several who want machines and 11 ink I can t>e a help to you in selling 1 feel joi saved me money enough on my ma etune t pny me to do all I can in your favor, Yours truly, Mrs James G. Roman. p. g._ L wish to say also your paper is a wel come vl itQL M my husband is a farmer. ■llan Starwood. People who have lived through the hor rors of the war have often said to me that it seemed more like a dream to them than a memory. To me it is just the reverse. Its scenes are so vivid, its despair and suffering so real in my mind’s eye that surely, I think sometimes the war has been a part of my own experience. Our family homestead where T was brought np is only a few miles from the historical field of Bull Run and all through the four years fighting my people kept their post and by their bravery and kind ness to the soldiers protected their prop erty and kept off the incendiary's torch. A soldier told my grandmother that whenever the demon secesh ran away and left their houses empty they always set fire to them. All around us valuable property was destroyed and at Centerville, after taking the Methodist church for a stable, they burned it to the ground. At one time our house, which was a roomy old fashionable one, was full of sick and dying soldiers. Even the garret had pallets strewn about the floor where these sufferers lay. I remember of hearing about one of them that died. He was very young not more than twenty, and his name was Archie West. They buried him with > others behind the lilac bushes in a far corner of our garden, and all through the years of my childhood that spot to me was invested with interest. The boy soldier giving up bis life for his country, and dying among strangers while far away his loved ones waited nd wept and watched for him. Oh the pity and the anguish of it all. Whether or not there was ever any communication between his family and ours I don’t know: but just before he died he said to my grandmotuer who had watched by his bed-side like he had been her own son, “when my Virginia mother and my Tennessee mother meet what a meeting it will be.” And now I wonder if they haven't met in another world. Things were hard to get during the lat ter part of the war, even when mon*-y was Jilentiful. I know a lady who in a panic est her home when the rumor came that Fairfax, O- H , was going to be shelled, and when she returned after a few weeks she found her household goods destroyed. “The first thing that met me when I came back,” she said, was my best bonnet in the yard, the flowers and trimmings on one side of the path and the frame on the other.” Inside white counterpanes had been cut in two, handsome furniture slashed and ripped, and everything that could be harmed, rained or carried off. To this day this lady’s children tease her about an incident which happened soon afterwards. Breakfast was on the way when a tall Yankee entered the kitch en and demanded something to eat. She invited him to wait and stepped in the* next room a few minutes She returned just in time to see him bolt out of the uoor with a skillet ot fried eggs hot off the stove in his hand. All excitement she ran to the window and called after him: “Oh sir, I don’t mind the eggs, you can have them, but bring back my skillet; it’s all I have got.” A relative of thia same lady had bad her cellar rifled of everything in it but one barrel of cider and this she deter mined to save, so when the next soldier demanded the key she quietly led the way, unlocked|th« door, anu quickly precedes him so as to reach the barrel first. When be came up to her she had re moved the bung and was to all appearance sprinkling something in the hole. His keen eye caught the motion of her hand and suspecting foul play he tasted the cider, said it was no good and left it. I have heard a cousin of mine tell of a night of horror she spent. She was only twelve years old, and the soldiers had carried off every eatable thing, nearly, about the place, when an officer rode up and asked if there were any npe peaches in the orchaid. z “No sir,” she answered “they have all been carried off.* “I’ll go and see, anyway," he replied, dismounting. “And when you have taken the last one,” she retorted, her wrath rising, “I’ll be glad; for then there’ll be nothing more to take.” “Oh, yes, sis,” he answered, “for then I’ll take you.” “My bare feet,” she said, “went flying to the house and never paused till they reached the garret, and there I staid hid behind a clothes horse the balance of the day. That night I slept with several rocks and an old bayonet under my pillow, and waking at every sound and expecting my kidnapper to arrive every minute, I spent a night of honor.” Os course the man only meant to tease her, and it was her childish fears that made the peril. Near Centerville are a number of earth works, on some of which tall full-grown trees are standing—showing how long it has been since the war ended. I have bsrn Cast Bull Run battle-field time and again ut there is nothing much of interest to be seen there. The “Henry House” still stands through which a shell passed while the battle was raging, killing a woman who was sick in bed, and the old trees near by are full of bullets and bullet holes. The land is all in cultivation and it is hard to gaze at the peaceful scene it pre sents and picture to yourself how it looked strewn .with dead soldiers and red with blood. The next morning after the first Bull Run battle a pallid man came stealing up the back way to our house: “Ou madam,” he said to my grand mother, “I am all but dead. Since sundown 1 have been sitting by the creek there in the woods with the blood and brains oozing out of my head. I don’t know which way to fly, for they have routed ns. Builygaurd was there and he had bully men, and they fought bully, and have won the day.” Ellbn Starwood. LADIES Needing atonic, or children who want build ing up. SDOuld take BROWN’S IRON HITTERS. It Is pleasant to take, cure» Malaria, Indi fNtlou. Biliousness and Liver Coumlamta. HE SOUTHERN FARM. before bull kun. A Boy-Oonfederata as a picket. Aberdeen, Miss., Nov., 1893. In April, 1861, all business in North Mifl'issippi had been suspended, and won derful preparations were being made for the coming conflict. I was but four years in my “teens,” and was classed as a “kid Dot large enough or old enough to be called a boy, but no sixteen-year-old “kid” experienced more joy than I did when I was unanimously elected to mem beis'aip in my company. Patriotism ran high in those days; I remember the morn ing we left for the front a brawny son of Erin came trudging into town with his pack of notions and fancy dry goods, and immediately offered his services, and be b g a bright, cheerful fellow, was prompt ly accepted by the company. His pack was at once off-red for sale at auction and brought four times its value. He proved to be a good one, and poor fellow I saw him shot down immediately in front of the enemy’s stronghold on Cemetery ridge, Gettysburg, July 3rd, carrying the colors of the 11th Miss Regiment. Wa were hurried forward and in May (1861) composed one of the first organized brigades for the defence of Historic Har per’s Ferry. Many stirring and interesting scenes occurred there, and there I spent my first night on picket, or more properly a ski mish line. Just before evacuating the town, Patter son was reported to be advancing on us, and as we supposed, preparations were be ing made for a great battle. While labor ing under tl e excitement and anxiety preceding the first great battle, a staff c-r came dashing into camp about one o’clock in the morning and directed Col. Moore to send teu select men from each company to rep >rt to Capt Ware at a given place and for him to hurry on with the regiment. The Sergent-Maj vr was hurried around to the Cspt dn’s with instructions to push forward the detail and form the companies and be ready to march at once. 1 had been awakened by the rapid movement of the courier and had listened with the pro foundest interest to evi-ry order. My tent was the nearest one to the Captain’s, with eleven of us in the mess, and I began to wonder who would compose the detail. I imagined be would detail one or two from each mess, and as I was but a kid, I nat ural! tuuught older cues would be delated for an important place like this But I hadn’t tong to|iuuse|over the situa tion, for the Captain soon called at my tent and madeihis entire detail from the first mess I was about the fourth one called out and we were at once hurried off Officers bad away of talking ex citedly and acting so as to convey the im pression that the enemy were on the next hill, and so it was on this cool May morn ing, we we.e directed to load arms and move in quick time und«r the directions of a Siaff Officer. 8 on we reached a clover field to our right where we were deployed as skirmisher with instructions to fire on any thing that advanced on us. In a few moments a whispered order was passed down the line to lie down and to keep a close lookout for the enemy’s skirmishers. The moon was on the last quarter with a fair array of stars strug gling to lend their assistance in lighting up the laudscape, but an occasional cloud would steal across the moons rays pur posely it seemed to add gloom and just a little confudon to the situation. Just then I saw a skirmish line and promptly I cocked my Rifle, but then it occured to me to wait for orders to commence firing, and then I nervously waited, half scared and half de termined to stand to my post, supported as I see now by just enough pride to pre vent me from di gracing myself. Just then they too lay down, but in a short while all rose np again, and as I im agined advanced just a little and again lay down. This was more than I could stand, and I crawled down to Glav Tubeviile, than whom a better one never lived, and re lated to him in a whispered tone what I had seen. He too had undergone a similar expe rience, but we agreed to await develop ments. Day was a week coming, but when it did our skirmish line proved to be a post and wire fence. This night’s experience was worth all to me in the stormy days tbat followed. Gen. Johnston had a few days game of hide and seek with Pvtteison when he vanished from the vauey lik? a ghost and proved an important factor in the first great battle of Bull Run, of which I may say something as soon aa the readers ot the Gray and Biue exhaust their criticism ot this night’s experience in which 1 have perhaps said too much of myself. ' J. M. P. Story of the Rider James Gordon Bennett—The Journalist. Ed. Flynn, who for many year?, time does not tell, in the Herald office, has occupied many grades, from re porter to city editor of the Telegram and of the Herald, up to managing ed itor of the latter paper, tells the fol lowing story characteristic of the el der James Gordon Bennett: “Eddie” says that one day “the old man came down to the office, full, as usual, of energy and rush. He bad in his hand an old silk umbrella, time worn and faded. He busied himselt going hither and there, giving orders and instruction?, as he deemed they were required, until about eleven o clock. In the mean time he had found faulr. with Mr. Hudson, as man aging editor, for not giving enough money to Mr. Edward Pollard, the ?hi h wL° f F h ni C « nfede rate history of the war, for his description published JL the r H TJ d ’ ° f “The P Evac P ua?!on o? the Confederate Military Forces from Bicbmand.” Mr. Hudson had jivwMr.J-.il,Man, , i“£ umn for the article, which oocapied the space of two columns and a half Mr. Bennett said, “You must give him one hundred dollars more a column for the article.” And after the increased check had been drawn to Mr. Pollard’s order, Mr. Bennett looked around and be thought him»elf of bis personal sur roundings and failed to perceive his old umbrella. “Benjamin” was an old colored em ploye in the office, and Mr. Bennett called to him to look it up. But after fonie minutes f-i the vam quest Ben jamin failed to find it. Tne loss of nia old umbrella troubled Mr. Bennett greatly, and he could not get over it easily. “And there is where the character istic disposition of his mind was shown,’ said Mr. Flynn, “for he thought more of that old umbrella than he did of the voluntary two hun dred and fifty dollars additional pay to Mr. Pollard for his article. Because that was for his dearly beloved Her ald.” P. T. Eaton. One of Blumarck’i Habits- Once when Bismarck was a cavalry officer he was standing with some other officers on a bridge over a lake. As he was about to give an order his groom, Hildebrand, rode one of the norses to wafer close by the bridge. Suddenly the horse lost footing, and Hildebrand, clinging to the animal, disappeared with it in the water. Be fore the other officers could collect their senses Bismarck had cast of! his sword and his uniform and had thrown himself in the lake to save his servant By good fortune he seized him, but the man clung to him so closely in his death agony that he had to dive be fore he could loose himself from him. Bismarck rose to the surface, raising his servant with him, and brought him safe to land in an unconscious condition. The next day the servant was as well as ever. But the little town that had, witnessed the brave rescue was in great commotion. They petitioned the superintendent, who obtained for the young officer tne medallion “for rescue from danger. ’ And now on great occasions, the well-known Prussian safety medal may be seen beside the proudest stars in Christendom on the breast of the famous creator of united Germany. Bismarck, it is said, prouder of his first medal than of all the rest put to gether. -One day in the plentitude of Bismark’s power a noble minister ap proached the premier, and with a tinge of satire asked him the meaning of this modest decoration. He at once replied: “I am in the habit sometimes of saving life.” The diplo matist lowered his eyes before the look which accompanied Bismarck’s lightly spoken words.—Chicago Her ald. The Blotted Page. The writing-master entered the class-room and passed from one pupil to another to review the task he had set before them. He paused before the new-comer; the page wa* blotted, scratched and disfigured with the stain of many tears. “Master,” said the boy in trembling accents, “1 have labored in vain; my hand is crippled; there is no resem blance between these crooked lines and the model I have endeavored to imitate; but, master, pity me, for 1 have done my very best. By his sides sat his companion. “Be hold my page!” he exclaimed. “It is fair and cle«n, unsullied by a blot, un touched by an ungainly mark. > Oh, master, in my wisdom I forbore to in cur your displeasure. Is not a blank page preferable to the tear-stained, misshapen attempts of a crippled band that cannot and never will be able to make a fair copy?” The master threw aside the clean, white page without vouchsafing to cast a glance upon it, but he leaned with infinite compassion and tender ness toward the pupil who had done his best; gently lie took his band and guided it over the lines, with words of love and encouragement, and the hum ble pupil took courage and rejoiced, white nis idle companion looked upon his fair, white page,and saw its bright ness overshadowed by the displeasure of the master.—New York Observer. MEN .1 AGES may be cured. 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