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VOL. 111.
Companions,
When I set sail on Life’s young voyage,
’Twas upon a stormy sos,,
But to cheer me night and day.
Through the perils of the way,
With me went companions three—
Three companions’kind and faithful,
True as friend and dear as bride;
Heedless of Use stormy weather,
Hand in hand they came together,
Ever wailing at my side
One was Health, my lusty comrade,
Cherry* Jueked and stout of lirhb,
Though my ixurtl was scant of cheer,
And my drink but water clem,
1 was thankful, blmwd with him.
One was mild eye 1 Peace of Spirit,
Who, though storms the welkin swept,
Wak|ng gave in® calm reliance,
And though tempests how ltd defiance,
Smooth'd my pillow when I slept.
One was Hope, my dearest comrade,
Never absent from iny breast.
Brightest in the darkest days.
Kindest in the roughest ways,
Dearer- far than all the rest.
And though i«e»Uior Wealth nor Station
Journeyed with me o’er the sea,
Stout of heart, oil danger scorning.
Naught cared I in Life's young morning
For their lordly company.
But, alas! ore night has darkened,
[have lost companions twain;
And the third; with tearful eyes,
Worn and warted often flies,
But a soft returns again.
And instead of those departed,
Spectres twain around me flit;
Pointing each with shadowy finger.
Nightly at my couch they linger,
Daily at my board they sit.
Oh, that I bo blindly followed
In the hot pursuit of Wealth I
Though I’ve gained the prsre of gold
Eyes are dim ‘and blood is cold—
I have lost my comrade Health.
Woe is mo that Fame allured me—
She so false, and Iso blind'
Sweet her smiles, but in the chase
I have lost the happy face
Os my comrade Pe;w» of Mind!
Last of all my dear companions,
Hoj», sweet How! -befriend me yet.
Do not from my side depart,
Do not leave my lonely heart
All to darkness and regret.
Short and sad is now my voyage
O’er a gloom-encompassed sea,
But not cheerless altogether,
Whatsoe'er the wind and weather,
Will it. seem, if blessed with thee.
The Widow’s Daughter.
BV’&KttGT. BADGER.
In the winter of 1864, while a portion
of my regiment, the New York Twenty
fifth Cavalry, was at Pleasant Valley,
Md., to obtain a remount, word was re
ceived by the post commander that a
Confederate soout named Wm.
Baxter but who was known to us as
“Billy Bowlegs” was on a visit to his
mother who lived between the Poto
mac at that point and a village in Vir
ginia called Uniontown. There were a
niimber of Col. Kane’s “Bucktails”
scouting for the Federal ! and making
Pleasant Valley their headquarters, and
ae I had been detailed on several occa
sions for scant. service, and had made a
godd record I was instructed to select
five men and crois the river and secure
“Billy” dead or alive The fact that
he was at home was fully established,
and the location of the farm house was
known to two of the men who accom
panied me. Wc wore ferried across the
Potomac one evening at dusk just where
the long highway bridge had been
burned and then we had a walk of about
eleven miles to make.
Although “Billy Bowlegs” was a fear
less man and a handy shot, we didn’t
figure that it needed five men to cap
ture him. The country between the
river and Uniontown was then overrun
with bushwhackers and guerrillas, and
we anticipated more or less trouble
with them.
Tire scout had been twice captured by
the Federal*, and he was described to
us as of slender build, medium height,
fair complexion and dark eyes. Enough
was known about his nerve to know’
that he would not be taken alive if he
had any show'to fight, and therefore as
iwe approached the house about mid
' night from across a field we were
•anxiously wondering h*w we should get
at him. If v. c knocked *i the door he
would be alarmed and have time to ann
Jiimi If. If wc broke it in wexnight and
SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY. NOVEMBER 26,1887.
probably should find him in bed. ft was
a still, clear night, rather cold, and we
hung about for half an hour before adopt
ing a plan. Then we derided to break
in the doors. Two of us went to th>
front and two to the back door, while
the fifth man stood ready to receive the
scout in case he dropped from a second
story window supposed to be in his bed
room. We crept softly up, and at a
signal both doors were burst . No,
they weren't! Neither of them gave an
inch under the pressure, and in response
to the efforts we made a woman’s voice
called out:
“Who is it, awl what’s wanted?”
“Open the door or we’ll break it
down!”
“Wait one minute!”
She struck a light, and we heard her
moving about, and in a couple of min
utes the front door opened and a gray -
haired woman of 45 stood there with a
candle in her hand.
“Union soldiers, eh? Come right in,”
she said smiling as if glad to see us.
I posted three of the men around the
house and entered with the other, and
as soon as I was inside, I said:
“Madam, we have come for your son.
We know he is here. We shall take
him dead or alive.”
“Oh, you have come for Billy, have
you I” exclaimed a girl about IB years of
age who came running down stairs at
that moment. “Excuse me, gentlemen,
for not being fully dressed, but you see
you didn’t send us any word.”
She laughed in a merry way, while
the mother smiled good-naturedly. She
had on a neat fitting calico dress, a rib
bon at her throat, and except that her
hair looked “tumbled” she lookod as
well prepared as if she expected our
coming.
“Yes, Jennie, they want Billy,” said
the mother as she placed the candle on
a stand.
“And we are bound to take him, dead
or alive!” I added in a loud voice, sus
pecting the scout was within hearing.
“Oh, how sorry!” laughed the girl.
“If brother Billy had only known you
wore coming! But he didn’t, you see,
and so he went away at dark. He’ll
never forgive himself —never.”
“We must search the house,” I said.
“Oh, certainly. Mammy, you light
another candle and I’ll show the gentle
men around. Perhaps the sight of
Billy’s old clothes will do ’em good.
Well, sir, we hunted that house from
attic to cellar, and all we found was an
old suit of Billy’s clothes The scout
had skipped, and the best I could do
was to apologize to mother and daugh
ter, accept a midnight luncheon at the
hands of the latter, and take the back
track for the river, [’ll own up, too,
that I was “dead gone” on Jennie before
I left, and that I said to her, as I
squeezed her hand at parting;
“When the- war is over I’m coming to
ask you to be rny wife.”
“And—and—l'll say—-say y-erS." she
whispered in rny ear.
We got back to the ferry soon after
daylight and there met a Union farmer
living neighbor to the widow. When he
heard what, we had been up to he asked:
“Was the widder all alone?”
“No; her daughter Jennie was there.”
“Daughter Jennie! Describe her.”
“Good looking girl of medium height,
biack eyes and hair, and a sweet talker.
I’m going back to marry her after the
war is over.”
“Bet you a farm you don’t! That ar’
sal Jennie was nobody else but that ar’
scout, Billy Bowlegs! He jist jumped
into some of his mammy’s clothes, and
you pig heads couldn’t see through it!”
lie was right. 1 met Billy in Har
per’s Ferry after the war and he wanted
to know if I had t iken out the marriage
license yet.—{Detroit Free Press.
It Couldn’t Help Falling.
“Pat.” said an American to an Irish
man who had lately landed, and who
was staring at Niagara. “Pat, did you
see such a fall a, that in the old coun
try T
“Faith, an 1 J nivirdid; but do yer
see, why shouldn't it fall? What's to
prevint it Edl’n’? That's wbut I’d like
ter know."
Still Larger.
“So you are home from New York.’’
“Yes.”
“Been there often?”
“This was the tenth time."
“Did the city look as large as when
yon first went there?"
“Much larger."
“It did? That's just the opposite of
my experience. After the third or
fourth time J was not at all impressed
withits size?”
“Well, I stood on Broadway at Canal
street and looked around ma, and it
seemed to me that 1 could never get out
of the city.”
“Shoo! That was a queer impres
sion.”
“Well, I dunno. I just had my
pocket picked of my last dollar, didn’t
know a soul to borrow from and the ho
tel clerk was making out my three days’
bill. Yes, the city seemed to be forty
miles across to me.”—| Detroit Free
Press.
Mixing 11 lie A
The confusion of titles is an inherent
weakness of the American women.
Every man knows a “judge" or a
“colonel” or a “reverend" on sight.
But it is all the same to a woman. One
title Is as good is another, in her esti
mation, for all practical purposes.
A singular illustration of this female
tendency to confound titles occurred
during the conversation of two ladle *
who met on Wabasha street yesterday
afternoon.
“I didn’t see you in your pew nt
church yesterday," remarked the first
lady, who is a regular worshipper at, a
well-known church on the toll.
“No,” replied the other, “1 went
down to the cathedral to hear Col. Gib
bons. He preached a beautiful sermon,
and, don't you know, he was dressed in
full uniform, too.”—I St. Pau! Globe.
He Was Calm.
A youngish man, wearing good
clothes and a plug tint, rushed up the
steps of a Griswold street bank yester
day, hurried along to the window of the
cashier, and elbowing two or throe peo
ple aside, he said to the man behind the
window:
“Can you give me five tens for this
fifty? I’m in a great hurry to catch the
train."
The cashier caimly received the bill,
gave it one brief glance and then shoved
it under the stamp and returned it. It
was stamped with a big red “counter
feit."
“ you!” growled the young
man with the good clothes as he hurried
out.
“Rats!” replied the, c.tsbier, but he
was calm, very calm. -{Detroit Free
Press.
Gold in a Chickhn’s Crop.
The farm where Mrs. Frank fkacoy
resides is near the river, and about two
miles from George Matteson’s mil!. On
her farm the well was cleaned out a Jew
days ago and one or two bushels of
dirt and gravel were thrown out.
Around (he pile of grave'. Mr.-. He.coy’s
flock of chickens congregated and
picked it over and with it filled up their
hungry crops. The day after,one of those
was killed for dinner. In its crop was
found a good sized gold nugget worth
not less than a dollar.—(Ponca (Neb.)
Journal.
An Engagement Which Was Kept.
“Stone walls do not a orison «u!;u,
Nor iron burs a cage,"’
Sang the stout package of gr. on Peeks
the dreary obscurity of the bank’s
vaults.
“Don't make such a noise?" cried the
bundle of registered bonds ruxtto it.
“Stuff!” replied the greenbacks.
“You can’t get out b.cms - you’re not
negotiable, but I have a particular little
engagement with the cashier to morrow
night. ”
And it was kept. —(Tii Bits.
Ills Favorite. •
Sh< (sentimentally in lined) What is
you- favorite flower, Mr. Pitt?”
He (commercially inclined)-- Well, we
handle various brands, but there is the
biggest margin in rod winter No. 2.
A Novel Idea.
There was a church festival in Hen
sonvalc, and this is the way in which
Miss Belle Abbott introduced a new sea
ture into the well-worn list of such en
tertainments.
A placard was prominently displayed
at the festival reading:
“BOMKTUIAO NEW. DON’T FAIbWC IT."
AU were kept in mystery until the ap
pointed time, when the manager, step
ping before the curtain, spoke of the
atatue of Meninon in Egypt, which was
accustomed to greet the: rising sun with
song.
“Moro obliging than M etnnon,” be
said, “certain stately American sun
flowers Lave been found ready and will
ing to sing whenever called uj>on.
Ladies and gentlemen," he added, “I
have been fortunate enough to secure
for our festival a cluster of these remark ■
aide additions to our native flora, and
have the honor of presenting to you our
Sunflower Chorus.”
The slowly diawn curtain re veiled
upon a dark background thirteen largo,
yellow sunflowers, with loaves and stalks
complete, and ia the centre of each i
human face. Music same from the piano
near the stage, and to its accompani
ment the cluster of human sunflowers
sang numerous selections from familiar
operas, popular songs and melodies, and
college glees.
The Sunflower Chorus was voted a
great success, and those not in the se
cret begged Miss Abbott to tell them
how it was done. And this was her ex
planation
Ona foot behind the stage curtain,
hang another curtain of dark brown
cambric, ten feet square; attach this by
rings to a wire stretched nine feet from
the floor; tie cords to the first and last
rings and, drawing the curtain tightly,
fasten these rings to the wall on each
side. The top being now secured, let
the curtain hang naturally; wrap the
surplus cloth about a strip of wood
twelve feet long, two inches wide, and
one inch thick; fasten this to the floor
by two large screws, and the flower
screen will be tightly stretched.
Group the singers in a picturesque
cluster behind the screen, with their
faces pressed against the cloth, and at
distances from the floor varying from
one to eight feet; make the position of
each face und cut, in the screen, a hole
into which the face will closely fit. Go
ing now to the front of the screen, ar
range the flowers and leaves, which
should be fully prepared beforehand.
The rays of the sunflowers may be
cut from yellow paper, and the leaves
and stalks from green paper. Paste the
the rays around the openings, then ar
range the stalks und leaves in proper
position.
When tire paste is dry, remove the
strip of wood from the bottom of the
screen, unfasten one of the cord.i at rhe
top and slide it back until needel for
use, when it may be earily put. into po
sition.
In surnmer the natural stalks uni
leaves of the sunflower may be used in
stead of those made from jrip' Tit.
Nir :olas.
A Severe Mental Tax.
“Bolrby,” -aid Lis mo’h' r, “1 told you
not to forget to bring up thre • scuttles
of coal before you went to school, and
you only brought up two.”
“I know, ma, but 1 forgot the third
one. Three scuttles is a good many for a
little Loy Fro nrn to r m tnber.” -New
York Sun.
Waiting for a letter that nov -reacj: is
not u circumstance to w riting for i back
ward sneeze.
A pul Iman car porter nearly bled to
death the other day—nearly bled another
man to death.
' A Choice of Pets.
He had promised to buy her a dog.
“What kind do you like IxstT* he
a.-ked tendeily, ».« hp squeezed her
hand.
“’Well," she said thoughtfully, as she
rested her chin on Lis shoulder, ‘Some
like Scotch terrors, Lui ns for me I
bhotiid just Goto on an E iglish pug ”
And he rai l sweetly that their ideas
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Tarkio Storage Pends.
There, are only a few places in the
Rahamits where turtles are stored and
lattene I; and yet the increase o! weight
pays well for the very slight outlay of
trouble, and expense required. At
Governor’s Harbor in the Island of
Eleuthcra an Engltahrnau, Mr. Preston,
has established .some of these storage
ponds. They are natural lakes, with a
Jight rise and f ill of the tide, the sou
water making its way with ease through
the porous limestone rocks, of which the
islands are composted.
Tiie turtles are put in here and left to
th.-niseivci to grow, the only cure re
quired being l>» throw in a few green
leaves <>ec; Jc/iaily. The ponds are
co-operative, and every turtle before
being put in is marked with its owner’s
u uue. When u buyer appears a major
ity of owners must consent before any
turtle can be sold to him. When their
consent has been obtained the turtles
are scoop'd out with a net, and the
owners are credited with all those reg
isterud with th ir marks.—[New York
run.
Practice.
A Texas parent had a son who took
piano lessons at Professor ZweibeePs
house, but was supposed to do his prac
tising on thn piano at home. The parent
luid a suspicion that the youth did not
practise much. One day ho said :
“Tommy, do y >u practise regularly ou
the piano when I am down town?”
“Yc», pa.”
“Every day?”
“Yes, pa.”
“H jw long di l you practise yester
day r
“Two hours,”
“And to-day?”
“Three hours.’’
“1 am glad to h -ar that you ps«icti.so
so regularly.”
“Yes, pa.”
“And next time you practise lie sure
you unlock the piano. Here is the key.
I locked the piano and put tha key in
my pocket a week ago.” -{Siftings.
A Memorable Debate.
The 78th Annual Meeting of tha
American Board >f Commissioners for
Foreign Missions at Springfield, Mass.,
Oct. 4 7, was of us usual interest in view
of its deci-'iv;- action on the conduct of
thn Prudential committee in ita theo
ogieal tre.ii.rn<mt of candidates for mis
sion work, Jiid their views of
“future probation.” After an able
five Lour;-.’ debate the committee's
report that it was “inexpedient” to re
fer doubtful c:w'-i to councils, was
adopted by a vote of 110 to J 9, and the
resolution to investi-fatn the committee'
methods was laid on the table. Rev.
Dr. Richard S. Storrs of Brooklyn was
elected president in place of the late Dr.
Murk Hopkins who held that position <
for thirty years.
Boring a Square Hole.
A man hua sjvnt fourteen years in
solving ;4r: pioijlern of Lorin.' a square
hole, and lie has succeede<l A company
i« organized to put hi. invention on the
market. It j. simply an oscillating
head with chisel edges snd projecting
lipa, which cut >ut the corners in m.l
vance of t iic c ■ . Iho balance of tlv
tnachine is an ulin exact counterpart
of the old-sU.!e oonng machine. It will
cut a two-by tour .r. ati in from four
to five rninuter—rad do it with perfect
accuracy - that h carpenter cannot com
plete in le s -> ti”.n half in hour.- {Ha!
il'ax Critic.
Tiie New Science of Palmistry.
Maternal hund: Prim cool and firm,
lingers apart. M- mv-■ danger to the
small b<>y.
Masculine han i Fingers closed,
thumb turned in, knuckles prominent.
Signifies, “No n w bonnet thia season.”
Boy's ha'.' i: : *dm open, wferts on
thumb, fiiig'u l stubby and clean, “I’va
bren at th:- ;.u s.-rv-s again.”
Y'-ii • hi ui (Lo.aid pink palm,
■ oft an i w rm. ring on index finger.
Sign, "Ask ptpi."
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