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Che 'o nvun nn h ilvibunt. Fahfished bv the Tanstnra Pubßskix o».> J. H. DEVRAUK. > 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 coii- ‘o>r-r •<!. i ♦1.25 P'-r Annnrn: 70 • -n;- L r Six Month*; < 60 cents Ti r e Moniln; Sicgh Copies I 6 oi'iitu' -In A jTMice. 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." C hg > whon ,4 ia NO. 6.