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8 The 15th Alabama With Trimble In the Shenan ' doah Valley. -yfc BOttor Journal: As your columns are open to the old confederate* to tell of their -close calls." I will give a brief fact of my tint baptism in blood. When General Joseph E. Johnston fell back from Marassas and took position behind the Rappahannock, all the sick were sent to Rtchprond and as it hap pened I was one of that unfortunate num ber. I was taken to the second Alabama hospital. Dr. Bear, a French doctor, pro nounced my case slow fever. I recovered and then took inflammatory rheumatism tn my left leg. That kept me there nearly one month and Just as I was recovering fmm that I was attacked with mumps. This was too much. < . The next morning when the doctor came Into the ward I met hhn and said: "Doc tor. I want a discharge to join my regi ment.” He looked at me and said: “I can’t grant it.” I then told him I wanted a discharge because as fast as I recovered from one disease at the hospital. I was attacked with another. He then offered to send me to Camp Walker, near the state pen itentiary. When I got there I found a good number of cottages, but no other accommodation. Only the naked floor to sleep on. This did not suit me. of course, so I applied to a lieutenant for a dis charge to join my regiment. He told me to come around in the morning and he* would grant his permission. Os course I was anxious to join my regiment which was with-General T. J. Jackson in the valley. • The morning after joining my regiment, we moved on Harper’s Ferry. We had about 700 prisoners and a wagon team about six miles long. Jackson soon learn ed that Fremont was after him and Shields was sent to Fort Republic to cut oft his (Jackson’s) retreat, and to capture him. I was a member of Company K. Fif teenth Alabama regiment. Trimble’s brig ade. Ewell's division. On our march bridges were burned and the road ob structed with timber: In fact everything that could be done to impede the pursuit of the enemy; had a skirmish with Fre mont at Strauss burg, and when we got to Port Republic. Ewell’s division halted on the east side of the Shenandoah river, while General Jackson crossed the river at the town of Port Republic with his old division. On the night of June 7. 1863. Company K. of the Fifteenth Alabama, was put on picket line, and just after daylight on the morning of June Sth. Sunday, we were relieved of picket duty by Company G. Colonel W. C. Oates’ (ex-Governor of Alabama) a)d company. It was but a few minutes after we had returned to the regiment when the Yankees advanced on our picket line tn such force that our pickets fled befdre them. Colonel James Canty had just time to form the regiment and give the order “Cap your pieces.” when the Yankee column was on us. The colonel just had time to give the command He led the way through a large wheat field. One could see the wheat heads flying on either side as we ran. The Yanks could take deliberate . «in\ while we were fleeing. I felt like :he frogs in the pond when the boys v ere rocking them "It was fun for the boys, but death to the frogs.” It seems to me we ran a mile or more. 1 know I was completely exhausted when to our Joy we found General Ewell had sent a battery to the crest of the hill, and opend on the enemy. James Rhodes, of my company, was running alongside of me. and when the artillery belched out her iron missiles, suddenly like a clap of thunder. Rhodes hollered just as loud as he could with what breath he had—some thing it would not do to repeat. The reg iment moved near, or a little to the left of our battery, there met General Trim ble and formed a line of battle while the Yankees had massed one brlgaii £._, to charge and capture our battery- hies’ brigade was composed of the Fif teenth Alabama. Sixteenth Mississippi. Twelfth Georgia and Twenty-first North Carolina regiments. The Fifteenth Alabama was moved to a rail fence. The Yanks would not ad vance on seeing our line as they had Started -o do. , _ Whll we stood in line of battle. General Trimble ordered the Sixteenth Mississip pi to crawl on hands and knees and poke their guns through the fence. After that was accomplished the Fifteenth was moved to the right and concealed from the enemy’s view. As soon as we were out of the way. the charge came—four columns-a nd when they were within 50 or ® yards of the fence, the Sixteenth Mississippi opened fire on them, and I will take occasion right here to say I never saw men double up and fall so fast. Near ly the w,»ole brigade was killed; the few that escaped the leaden shower went so fast down the hill you might have played marbles on their coat-tails. Trimbles vrlgade was thrown forward, while Har ry T. Hays* came lt» on our right—then tbs fight commenced in earnest. Richard 8. Ewell’s division on that bloodv day was too much for Freemont. We slept on the battlefield that night and Monday morning, the Bth. went to the re lief of johnaon. who was then engaged with Shields. As Ewell s division ascend ed the heights overlooking the beautiful Shennndcah valley lying between the flhenandcah river and the foot of the Blue Ridge the panorama which met their tired was vne of the most beautiful ex er division was charging Shields and driving everything before them. We crossed the river, burned the bridge and hs soon as the captured property could be gotten In moving order, we went on our way rejoicing. 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I was knocked down by the explosion of a shell about two feet from my head. My hat was torn into shreds. Some of Tige Anderson’s and Bennings’ brigades that are now living will well re member this charge. I write this that all Some Amusing College Scrapes. BY ELLE GOODE. St. Mary’s college in Belmont, N. C„ has an average attendance of about 500 boys, and Is managed entirely by the priests. Now Bologna sausage was a favorite dish with the priests but not with the boys. One Saturday an extra supply had been laid in when Donald discovered the fact, and immediately informed E-gar, who literally despised It. "Well, if they have that sausage for Sunday, it won’t be my fault,’’ exclaimed Edgar. "You come around *under the store room window, and bring a basket with you. and I'll slip in somehow, and hand you the end of the sausage out of the window and you pull till I tell you to stop.” “It was nearly dark, so It was no soon er said than done. Reaching the store room window, Edgar prepared to climb In. but stopped suddenly. “My heavens, my hand! my hand!” he exclaimed, as he dropped back on the ground. "Lawdy. I don't believe I’ve left a bit of skin on my hand. Why didn’t you tell me that pan of gelatin was there?” "Why didn’t I tell you?" Donald said impatiently. "How did I know? Was it hot?” “Hot? Just put your hand in and see.” "No thank you. Make haste and get the sausage.” , So once more Edgar braved the gelatin, and succeeded in getting into the store room. but not until he overturned the bowl and besmeared the floor with half congealed gelatin. "Pull now till I say stop.” he called to Donald, as be dropped the end of the sausage out of the window. So Donald began pulling. About five minutes later one of the Bruders came along. Catching sight of Donald, he hurried to him and touched him on the shoulder. "I'll pull a little myself. Go to your room," and Donald dared not disobey. "Hold up now, Don, that’s about enough.” , There was no answer and the pulling kept on. In a moment Edgar called again: "Hole up, I say, Don.” Still there was no answer. Edgar put his hands on the window to pull hknaelf up to ste where Donald was. As he did so someone struck him across the knuckles and as he dropped back, he caught sight of the Bruder, and instantly knew wkat had happened. He struck a match and hfs eye lighted on a large pan pf milk. He immediately seised it. took It to the window, where he could just make out the priest’s form and emptied the contents on his head. Then he jump ed out of the window, landing in the bas ket of sausage and fled to his room. And the Bruder? Well, he was still by the window trying to shake himself dry, for the milk had thoroughly saturated him. But he had his revenge. As punishment for this escapade. Don ald and Edgar were ordered to kneel from 8 o'clock in the morning to 10 o’clock at night, in the chapel for three days. They stood it one day. but the next' Edgar de cided to take a cushion from one of the pews and lie down. And so he did. About 7 o'clock the bishop, priests and altar boys entered the chapel to hold vespers. The church was s>..>l dark, for it was not lighted until the procession reached the altar, where there were numerous can dles, so Edgar eagerly watched them com ing with lighted torches, etc. He had placed his cushion In the middle of the afise, and putting his feet on top of it, he slipped himself In between two pews, and waited till the bishop should reach the cushion. When he did a moment later, Edgar raised one foot and down fell the bishop flat on the cushion. Edgar laugh ed aloud and immediately offered to help him up. The bishop rose slowly, said not a word, but advanced to the altar and officiated at vespers. After the service was over Donald and Edgar were* left alone in the dimly lighted chapel. Edgar took it Into his head to hold a service himself, so he went up to the chancel and took up the stiver cor nered bible. "Come up here, you red headed sar dine. I want to bless you,” he said au thoritatively. So up came Donald, who knelt before him, with bowed head. Suddenly Edgar came down on it with a tremendous "whack.” and Donald yelled “murder.” so loud that a Bruder, just entering the chapel, hurried forward to sle what had happened. “Why. what is the matter?" he asked. , "He fell down from up yonder." ex claimed Edgar, pointing straight up. "From up yonder?” gasped the Bruder, for "up yonder was the dome Os the chapel. "Yes, sir, from up yonder," insisted Ed gar. - "Well, how did he get up yonder?” "I am sure I don’t know, he just came tumbling down. "Well. I'll look after him. and you, too. A BOTTLE RACE. Z Z THE BOTTLES 808 AROUND MOST PROVOKINGLY. This Is Just delightful ••swimming” weather, and we know that a great many of our readers are taking advantage of the pleasant sunshine to enjoy that moss delight.ul of warm weather sports. Try this game with your playmates at the “swimming hole,” even if there are some among them who can swim better and faster than you; still, you can win it you THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA. GEORGIA, MONDAY. SEPTEMBER 30, 190 x. may see, but the old comrades of the army of Northern Virginia can best re alize and understand my statements. If there are any men who are endeared to me it is the soldiers of Gen. Lee’s army, and in conclusion, will say. may-they live long to cherish the fond memories of the Lost Cause. I live in Diana. Tex., now, but in 1881 was living tn Eufaula. Ala., and enlisted In Henry C. Hart’s company. B. F. CULPEPPER. ’ PURE WHISKY FOR HOME USE. We will send by prepaid express four full quarts of pure 8-year-old Rye Whis ky for $3.15, and will refund your money if not in every way pleased. Address Mountain Dell Co., distillers. Atlanta. Ga. Come with me, both of you.” Both obedi ently followed. “What are you going to do with us?" asked Donald, whose suspicions had been aroused. "The bishop has ordered me to put you in the dungeon for a week.” "Gee whiz.” .both exclaimed, as they passed down the stairs and entered their cell. The Bruder locked them in, and returned to the bishop. “Well, let’s turn in. I’m sleepy,” yawned Donald. “We might as well. I suppose.” sighed Edgar. So in a few moments both were “in bed” and all was terribly quiet. But Edgar, hearing a curious voice, whispered, "Don. there’s a burglar in here.” "A burglar, you idiot?” "Listen, don’t you hear him? Let’s get up and see. , "Oh pshaw. I’m not going to do any thing of the kind.” “Yes you are. Get up.” and Edgar pounded away on him again. Donald lit the candle, and as he got up. cast his shadow on the wall. Edgar saw it and plunged at it with a terrible blow. "Great Scott, he’s tough! I’ve nearly broken my hand,” he yelled, as he struck again, but this time he hit Donald who had let the candle go out. But Donald, somewhat alarmed, aimed back as well as he could in the dark and struck Edgar a tremendous blow. "Lawdy, Donald, I told you so! I’m murdered. Tell mother I died thinking of her,” sighed poor Edgar. It suddenly dawned upon Donald that he had "murdered” Edgar and so he pre pared to do it again. After striking him another powerful blow. Donald succeeded in re-lighting the candle, and the light showed them sitting side by side. “You idiot, where’s the burglar?” Don ald asked. “Well, you got up to see where he was, didn't you?" retorted Edgar. ’ Come on and get to bed and leave the burglar alone.” Soon they were sleeping peacefully and the little mouse which had first disturbed Edgar, roamed about till daylight. Brain-workers and nervous people know the beneficial effects derived from the use of the genuine DR. SIEGERT'S Angostura Bitters.••• Best Way to Punish Him. Richmond (Va.) News. The esteemed Atlanta Journal becomes excited over the case of Wellington, of Maryland, Republican senator, who said that the shooting of the president was a matter of indifference to him. Wellington has a grievance, touching some Maryland offices, w.e believe. The Journal wants him expelled from the senate. Fair and softly, esteemed. If it be that you desire the punishment of Wellington let him serve his term. He could not be more uncomfortable anywhere on earth than in that chamber, and we doubt if much more discomfort can be inflicted anywhere out of the earth than is under gone by a member of the body who is un der ban of his fellow-senators. Contempt which burns like hot iron an hundred times a day and polite avoidance which stings like a tarantula bite through the thickest hide are his portion. Let Wellington linger and do his time. At the end of it the people of Maryland may be trusted to finally put him out of his misery. Richard Mansfield’s Rebuke. New York Times. Richard Mansfield is known to have very decided notions upon deportment and matters of etiquette. With a friend, who is authority for the story, Mr. Mansfield rode uptown on a Broadway car the other afternoon. Both men had seats for a time until at the intersection of a shop ping street the car became crowded with women. Both offered their seats to 'the nearest women. The one who accepted Mr. Mansfield’s courtesy slid into his seat without a word. The actor raised hl« silk hat. ”1 beg your pardon,” he said slowly. The woman looked up apparently in surprise. "I didn’t say anything,” she vol unteered. "Pardon me for my mistake," returned Mansfield In a kindly tone. "Pardon me; I thought you said ’thank you.’ ” oh Tioi ' ( WEAK MEN—Our imroved vacuum devel oper, guaranteed cheapest. Best on earth for Sexual weakness, stricture, losses, varicocele. Enlarges: shrunken organs. Particulars sealed. The Worlds Cure Co., Denver, Colo. Press Opinions of Wellington, “The Dirtiest Thing In Politics.” Chattanooga News. The Atlanta Journal of yesterday attempted to sound the sentiment of the southern press on Senator Wellington's brutal treatment of the stricken president. All the Influential newspapers of the south take the position that are careful. A bottle race Is even more fun than an obstacle race or a sack race. Each one who wlsnes to start must take a good sized bottle, quite empty, cork it up very tightly, and place it in the water Just before mm. At the signal to start every one must shove the bottle forward with his head, swim after it. continue to shove ‘t along before him by giving it little bifmps with his hegd. It must not be Wellington should be Impeached. Since Well ington's statement promises to become an is sue, it Is well to reproduce It. He was quoted by a Baltimore paper as follows: "McKinley and I are enemies,” said the senator. "He has been guilty of an unpardon able offense toward me. I cannot say any thing good for him, and I do not think It just the time to say anything bad. I despise the man. I have no use for him, and there is no reason for my saying anything. I am totally Indifferent in the matter.” Senator Wellington was asked to either af firm or deny this alleged Interview, but de clined to do either. No greater brutality has ever been shown by a member of the United States senate. Wellington, in the words of Editor Ricketts of the Memphis Scimitar, "is the dirtiest thing in public life,” and he should be treated as a common traitor to his country- Soufhem Press Unanimous. Spartanburg (S. C.) Herald. Senator Wellington has made himself ridicu lous on more than one occasion, but never be fore did any public man so shock the feelings of his country by uttering such sentiments under these circumstances. We much mis take the temper of the people of America, if this man ever again figures In public life. It Is certain that even if the Republicans should again have power in Maryland, Well ington's picture would be turned to the wall. The suggestion of impeachment for this of fense is. of course, out of the question. Sen ator Wellington has a right to his opinion, and may express it when and how he sees fit. He cannot be reached by law, and it is well that it is so; but the unanimous sentiment of the southern press against such a brutal re mark. shows the spirit of the people, and is conclusive evidence of the fact that the war is over. O jBl. 0 T O H. X -A- • the Tin KM You Haw Always Botigir ignzture , j// Who Owned the Rabbit? New York Commercial. A Frankfort, Ky., man, lunching last Saturday with a party of dry goous men at the Arkwright club, got engaged in a discussion of the Schley-Sampson matter, and before the controversy got very heat ed or acute, he was reminded of a tale that has been circulating down in the Blue Grass country, and is known as the Proctor Knott “Rabbit Story.” "Ex-Governor Proctor Knott and John Yerkes,” he said, having agreed to tell the tale, "were discussing the claims of Sampson and Schley to the credit of smashing Cervera at Santiago. Mr. Yerkes took the ground that all the hon or of that memorable conflict belonged to Admiral Sampson, and was inclined to entirely ignore Commodore Schley’s part in the affair. “The governor listened until his com panion had finished, and then, with that characteristic twinkle in his eye, said: My dear sir, it is exceedingly gratifying to me to hear you take the position you have in the matter. It is like a oalm to my conscience and settles a point that has worried me many a day. I was walk ing through the woods once with a boy friend of mine, when we -’’W a rabbit run into a sinkhole. We stood around the hole a while; then I told the boy to keep watch while I went to get some fire to smoke the rabbit out. When I returneu the boy had the rabbit. I took it away from him claiming that it belonged to me because I told him to catch it If it came out. That was over fifty/years ago, and you are the first man who has ever agreed with me that the rabbit was mine. I feel now that I was right in taking it, and my conscience is at rest.* “Mr. Yerkes looked solemn for a few moments, then smiled a feeble smile and changed the subject.” SAVE TRAYLOR, SPENCER & CO.’S TOBACCO TAGS. The following brahds of tobaccos man ufactured by Traylor, Spencer & Co., of Danville. Va., “Ballot Box," “Maybelle,” "Plumb Good,” “High Life,"' "Right of Way,” "No. 1,” ’TOb White," "Natural Leaf,” Spencer’s Special” and "Good win.” By saving tlzs tag* Os the above brands (containing the namd l of Traylor, Spencer & Co.), and sending them direct to The Journal, Atlanta, GA,- you can realize two-thirds of one cent for each tag in subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal, as follows: 75 tags will pay for six months’ subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal. This amounts to 6 cents per pound on tobaccos containing nine tags to the pound, in payment for subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal. Traylor, Spencer & Co.’s tobaccos are sold direct from factory to best merchants in all southern states. Bundle the * tags carefully and send by mail with your name to The Atlanta Journal, Atlanta, Ga. ♦♦< ♦♦♦»♦<l I<»♦♦♦»♦♦*♦ * “ZE VAR OUGHT ♦ 41 . TO BE STOPT” ♦ K'»»l 1 1111 On the march preceding the battle of Gettysburg, and about the time our army crossed the Potomac riVer, considerable rain had fallen, and in some places the road was heavy. After we got into Pennsylvania, and while on the march, our column came to a creek, and a road had been cut through a small hill, so that the creek could be reached and crossed by wagons. In this cut the mud was very bad, and a cannon was fast in the mud. We could not go through the mud very well, and the col umn was ordered to go through the wheat field on the right of the cut. We marched up the little hill and commenced to upset the fence which enclosed the wheat. The wheat was headed out and was fine. On the left of the cut from us was the resi dence of the owner of the wheat, as It turned out pretty soon. While tearing down the fence I noticed a man coming toward us in a hurry from the direction of the house aforesaid. Ex citement was plainly marked on his feat ures. He was in his shirt sleeves and had his hat in one hand and a handkerchief in the other. Stopping on the opposite side of the cut and fanning with the hat in one hand and wiping the perspiration touched with any part of the body. There should be an umpire on the bank, keep ing pace with the swimmers, who must watch c.osely every move they make. It is allowed to catch the bottle between the chin and the neck, and then to dive and swim under the water, holding it in this way. but as soon as it slips from that hold you must come to the surface and proceed as before. Any one who touches his or any other bottle with his hands is from his brow with the other, he violently exclaimed: "Vat you’s doing dere?” Some one answerer that It was none of his business. In the meantime the fence was being rapidly demolished. He ex claimed again loudly: “Vat you’s doing dere, I shay?” He got the same answer as before, except that it was fringed all around with Jest and laughter. By this time the men had entered the field and were marching through the wheat and treading it down. ’ Throwing up both hands, he exclaimed: "Mine gotte, mine gotte, if dat’s de vay de van’s to be car ried on, me vants it stopt.” By the time the army got through the wheat field and across the creek he was undoubtedly sick of "de var.” • W. A. JOHNSON, Co. D, 2d 8. C. V. Atlanta, Ga. FIFTY AGAINST TWO. It is not reasonable to expect two weeks of outing to overcome the effects of 50 weeks of confinement. Take a bottle of Hood’s Sarsaparilla along with you, Three doses daily of this great tonic will do more than anything else to refresh your blood, overcome your tired feeling. Improve your appetite and make your sleep easy and restful. press ooFkinley. Has Lost a Friend. Charlotte, N. C., Observer. He carried no animosities against any class or section or the members of any political party, but had a kindly word and a helping hand for the citizens of all sec tions. It cannot be recalled that in either of his campaigns or during his incumben cy of his great office he spoke or wrote an unfriendly word about the south. A man differently constituted' might have done so, but he did not. On the contrary,-It is recalled with kindly remembrance that he held out his hand to it on many occa sions and sought in his way to promote its peace and prosperity. In his death the south has lost a friend, as it lost one when Lincoln died. Belonged to AIL Mobile Register. We may truly say that in the manifes tation of this sorrow there has been no north, no south, no east or west; and, in deed, no bounds except the circumscrib ed limits of the world Itself. Not only are we one people, but in a large sense all the people of earth are one in paying tribute to the virtues of a good man. And his death has served this great purpose, teaching that we are a human family and that the interests of civilization are alike. The good of one is the good of all; the injury received is common to the whole of humanity. Put an End to Sectionalism. New Orleans Picayune. William McKinley it was who released the south from the ban of a hostile sec tionalism. He was the president of the republic, the south’s president ad much as the north’s, and when he sent the young men of the south to fight for their coun try side by side with the young men of the north, and when they found they were fighting under the command of the tried and true soldiers who in a former war had led the Confederate hosts, it was then that the southern people felt that the war of sectionalism had come to an end through the patriotic efforts Os Wil liam McKinley. His Virtues Plead Like Angels. Louisvilie-Courier Journal. The work of William McKinley is done. This is not the time to pass it in review. It has gone into history and awaits the judgment of posterity. But it is fitting to remember now the virtues of the man, his filial love, his devotion as a husband, his kindly heart, his integrity of purpose, of the sincerity of his convictions there is no room for doubt. It may well be said that "his virtues plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep dam nation of his taking off." ■»M I ♦♦'♦♦♦♦ » + A CORRECTION. ♦ + ♦ ATLANTA, Ga., April 1. 1901. The article published by Mr. Hemphill concerning he 1 attle of Gettysburg is so nearly compief'* He places the losses of Hood and McLavs’ divisions at 4,467. In the feebie testimony I gave in last be ing 4,500. While he makes no report of artlllerj, we only differ about 33 men in the report. The battle of Gettysburg was fought without cavalry, only White’s battalion being present. General Stuart was on a still hunt with the entire cavalry arm of the service. The one reason I wrote my piece to help substantiate the correct ness of the second day’s fight the bloodiest of all. A five column article being pub lished that t*he First corps was a dis jointed affair, and that we scarcely got In at all. Now please give space to my simple narrative as one more witness that we did go in and lost as heavily as any troops under fire. Very respectfully, JAMES GRAVES RAMSEY. Virginia In Forgetful Mood. New York World. Virginia’s constitutional convention did a foolish and dangerous thing when it vot ed to amend the state’s bill of rights by omitting the guarantee of “liberty of -the press and freedom of speech.” What is the grand old sta.e of Washington, Jef ferson, Marshall, Patrick Henry and Mad ison thinking about? Has she forgotten all her most glorious traditions and is she going to prove unfaithful to the teach ings of all her great sons who helped to frame the constitution, in which even con 7 gress is expressly prohibited from making any law "abridging the freedom of speech or of the press?" . Os Two Evil*. Philadelphia Press. "All these stories the papers are printing about you are lies,” said the politician’s friend. "Why don’t you make them stop it?” “I would,” replied the politician, “but I’m afraid they’d begin printing the truth then.” Contradict* “History.” Kansas City Times. Historian Maclay will observe that Schley admits he was »t the battle of Santiago. at once disqualified and loses the race. Yoif can Knock any other fellow's bottle back by shoving it with your head if you get a chance, but must not touch it in any other way. It is great sport for the racers as well as for any one who is looking on but you must be entirely fair. The swiftest swimmer does not always win, as the bottles bob around most pro vokingly and seem to go anywhere but where you want them to. Death of Gen. Cleburne On Federal Breastworks I am a constant reader of The Journal and take special pleasure in the "Close Calls.” As I see nothing from a Flori da boy, I will give your readers some of my experiences, as well as I can recall them. I was on picket the night Sherman fell back from Atlanta, and the next morning we had followed him for five miles, when we received orders to turn back and double quick to meet Sherman at Jones' church. We obeyed orders, and ran right into Sherman’s front, so we had to dig our holes with the bullets coming zip, zip, zip all around us. When my hole was dug, I was covered with dirt thrown up by the plowing bullets. It was the next day, the 31st of August, a fair, hot, sunshiny day when we charg ed Sherman. I was stationed within about 100 yards of his lines when a shell bursted in front of me, a piece of it struck me on the left shoulder, knocking me down and cutting my blank cartridge box strap in two. I saw stars as plain as I ever did at night, and lay there untn night, and then came out to my command, men I went to the surgeons’ tent and stayed with them until the 29th of November. Then I drew a rifle and joined a command to Spring Hill, where we went to sur prise gome Yankees. We followed them to Franklin, where we made the blood ist fight of the war in the west. The article written by Julia Reed, "Af ter Thirty-five Years," which I read in your paper several weeks ago, is accord ing to my judgment, the truest bit of his tory I have seen. As our lines were about two miles long, I could not know, of course, what was STONEWALL JACKSON SA VED . W KINLEY FOR THE NATION! Was the boy whose illfe was saved by Stonewall Jackson at the battle of An tietam no other than William McKinley, the martyred president of the United States? The statement is made by Mr. Arnold B. Hall, of Pendergrass. Ga., who gives an account of the occurrence while paying a tribute to the memory of President Mc- Kinley. The communication of Mr. Hall fol lows: ’ In contemplating the history of men, one is reminded of the fact that some are remembered as powers for good in a benighted world. The lives of such per sons are more effective mottoes than any the human voice might utter or the hu man hand might write. Our fallen chief was such a man. Such men prefer be ing a dewdrop, reflecting the colors of the rainbow, than an ocean of mist. Horace Greeley, the great American journalist, said: "They win bloodless, but Immortal victories.” We may review the lives of Marlborough, of Wellington, of Napoleon himself, but we search to vain for a grander warrior than the man whose victories “redden no river and whiten no plain.” Such men regard the glittering crowns of idle kings as caps of fools in sawdust rings, and prize the trib ute of a newsboy higher than the! eulogy of royalty. Such men as our nation's ne ro survive the wreck of time and the de cay of governments, because their spirit lives among their countrymen. “In the happiest hour of all the voyage. while eager winds kiss every sail, anc sunlit wavelets wash the vessel, in Women in Political Coribentions. BY ELNOftA MONROE BABCOCK. The Denver, Col., News in a leading editorial headed "A Closed Era?’ ically describes the changes that « ave taken plaee in the political conventions since women have been serving as dele gates. Inis editorial says: “Ever since the coming of tie woman delegate the Interest of polltlct I conven tions has waned; not the interea tin them, but their attractions as a three-ring cir cus, where the elephant walked round the ring, the clown began to daneft and sing, and me boys about the monkey [cage were warned not to monkey with the Inmates. There was a time when a map bade his family farewell before going to! a conven tion with a feeling that he ndght never see them again, or that his bettered re mains might be brought hoine on a stretcher. If he was a thoughtful pater familias he took out an addlUbnal insur ance policy or so for the day.” [ Those were halcyon days wTidn one con vention was taken possessio/i of by a crowd of armed hoboes whose cheerful purpose was to lynch the chairman. There was the Robber Seventh of bless ed memory, and the eighth,! when for days two factions fought over the organi zation of the house and members of the legislature carried concealed weapons in both hip-pockets, to say nothing of tn el r guns and swords and pistols displayed Kruger, Cronje and De<wet Use the as Their Code. Mr. Kruger’s cable to his Pretoria rela tives Who inquired what was to be done with the ex-president’s house now it was no longer tenanted by the late Mrs. Kru ger, was: “Read Proverbs vii., verses 19-20”: •’Fqj the goodman is not at home, he has gone a long journey. "He hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day ap pointed.” Under Kruger rule every South African editor found the Bible an Indispensable book of reference, most proclamations from Pretoria containing Biblical allu sions, says the London Daily Mail. The latest cable sent by Mr. Kruger has now prompted a correspondent to a Leeuwar den (Holland) paper to enumerate a num ber of scriptural messages exchanged by the Boer leaders just before the surrender of -Cronje. On February 25, 1900, Mr. Kruger tele graphed to General Christian Dewet (who was to rescue Cronje): "Notify Cronje that large reinforcements are on the road, and he will be released. Psalm xxli., 21,” which reads: "Save me from the lion’s mouth, for Thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns." Dewet heliographed Cronje the same day at 12:20 p. m.: "President telegraphs, ■Stand firm;’ large reinforcements are ap proaching. As soon as they arrive we shall attack at dawn on the north. Psalm Ixlv., 7.” Cronje replied with Psalm xx., 7, also mentioning incidentally that his food sup plies were getting short, to which the in genious Dewet retorted: "Psalm iix, 15:’’ "Let them wander up and down for meat, and grudge if they be not satis fied.” But Cronje grew impatient; Dewet’s promised convoy of food was long in com ing, and he against heliographed, "Psalm xx., 7:” "Some trust in chariots and some In horses; but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.” No relief coming on the morning of the going on all along the line, and I did not know general Adams, for I was on the left of the turnpike and the right of Lo cust Grove. My command joined Gen. Pat Cleburne on his left, whose command lay right across the turnpike road. Gener al Cleburne and his horse fell together on the Yankee breastworks. . The fighting commenced about 4 o’clock and after we got down the hill and. were in the thick of the third charge my right foot was shot to pieces. I was carried off the field and bandaged up. The next morning as I was being carried to town it was a sick ening sight to see the dead and wounded scattered along the turnpike. One could have walked on them without ever touch ing ground, they were so thick. On the 17th of December. I was cap tured and was a prisoner until the Uth of June, '65, when I was released in Louis ville, Ky., with rations and transporta tion to Lake City, Fla. I took the boat for New Orleans, then to Mobile, Ala., then to Montezuma. Ala., where I lay in the streets all night; but God bless Mr. Jones. He gave me $lO to pay my stage fare to Cheatham, where I met the train which took me to Columbus, Ga. Then the boat took me to the Chattahoochee landing. On the Chattahoochee river boat I found a gold necklace and sold it to a negro woman for $5; this paid my fare to Quincy, Fla., where I met the train that too- me home. I have been getting about on a wooden Ifig^ever'since. My name is Rev. J. W. Grantham, fourtu corporal company A, Seventh Flor ida regiment, Finlay's brigade, Bates' di vision Hardee’s crops. Hood's array. My postoffice IS Ellaville, Fla. ' or, on the breakers near the further end of the shore, a wreck shall mark at last the end of each and all. No paean that we could sing, no death momument that we could build, could reach to that far away realm to which his spirit has gone; but we can emulate his virtues, cherish his memory and follow his example.” McKinley knew that citizenship is at last partnership in every noble purpose. To him man and nature appeared as books, and events were life’s great vol ume of Illustrations. He labored for the relief of man's estate. At the battle of Antietam, the bloodiest day in American history, one of General Stonewall Jackson’s brave men raised his gun to fire at a Union fcoldier who stood just opposite the creek. As he was about to fire. General Jackson said: “Stop, low er your gun. I have watched that boy all day. He is too brave to be killed.” The boy in blue was our late president, then only 17 years of age. Those words were an eternal tribute to Stonewall Jackson, and were indicative of the re gard he had for courage, even in his en emies. Man may lay waste, man may destroy, man may kill—but the summer remains summer, the lily remains a lily, the star remains a star. As with nature, so with God—He is un changeable. As a final tribute to our late president, we might inscribe this humble but not inglorious epitaph: 'ln him man kind lost a friend, and no man an ene my.’ Would not this be right for the man who said: “Fraternity is the na tional anthem”? A. B. HALL. openly. ' , And who has forgotten the election when two ballot boxes were stolen out right and a late governor of the state was knocked into a cocked hat and the adjacent gutter, while a policeman gazed placidly on the melee? Woman suffrage and the Australian ballot have done away with all the spec tacular features of politics. Gone are the days when a great leader coukj cheer his men on with the inspiring words. Have harmony, b’yes, even if ye have to fight for it” The primaries may be sizzling hot, but they are conducted decently and in ord er; the convention may spML and there may be heartburnings and bitterness, but the pill is sugar-coated. To reverse the scriptural case, there may be guile to his heart, but the words of the politician are as butter. “A political convention is no more fun than any other kind of a convention.” said a bloodthirsty man who used to be known as an epicure in politics. And this, alas, is true. The tusks oi ttie ele pftiant have been drawn; the teeth of the tiger filed down to his gums and his claws padded; and there are macadamized turn pikes through the jungle of politics. And, as an able statesman said on an other occasion, “the women done it." 26th General Cronje heliographed: ‘The eriemy has been enormously reinforced; I am hard pressed. Psalm ill., 1:” "Lord, how are they increased that trou ble me! Many are they that rise up against me.” Ths unhappy general’s final message to De wet was at 4:10 on the afternoon of the 26th: "Bombardment terrible; enormous losses. Majority of the burghers clamor ing capitulation. Psalm lx., 11:” "Lord, give us help from trouble; tor vain is the help of man.” But this message was captured by Lord Roberts, who is generally credited on the continent with having heliographed ’ to both Dewet and Cronje: “Psalm Ixiil., 9, », 11:” , „ “But those that seek my soul to destroy it shall go into the lower parts of the earth. "They shall fall by the sword; they shall be a portion for foxes. “But the King shall rejoice in God; ev ery one that sweareth by Him shall glory; but the mouth of them that speak lie# shall be Most of the verses have been mostly apt ly chosen, and in many cases convey the meaning of the sender as perfectly as a long message sent over the wires in the usual way. SMALL BOY’S VIEW OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT. The small boy keeps up witn politics astonishingly. The cartoons have much to do with this. A case tn point is that of young Jamie Jones, son of Mr. and Mrs. Robert H. Jones, who. upon hearing his father remark that Roosevelt was now president, exclaimed in astonishment: "Why, papa, he can't be president; he is a little lx>y like me. and rides a hobby horse.” Jfi LURES WHERE ALL ELSE JAILS. M ? kS Beat Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use Rf in time. Sold by druggists. Fl