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* uzza, o. thomas jigzly A
X Ah happy day, refuse to go!
: Hang in the heavens forever so!
fe X Forever in mid-afternoon,
Z Ah. happy day of happy June
* i Pour out your sunshine on the hill,
• The piney woods with perfume fill.
• And bring across the singing sea
• Land scented breezes that shall be.
• Ah. happy day that shall refuse to go!
; Hang in the. heavens forever so!
• Forever let thy tender mist
f Lie like dissolving amethyst
« Dep in the distant dales, and shed
t Thy mellow glory overhead!
—Harriet Prescott Spofford.
’ "Ah happy day. refuse to go!" is what
, I thought last Thursday as I drank in
fe * the glory of the day. or the afternoon, for
’ 1 am not so fortunate as to have many
• whole days to play in. The occasion of
J this one was a visit to the swimming
, pool across the river. We got on the
' Hue boat a little after 1 and were on
• the river almost half an hour. We saw
‘ | porpoises and other spec les of the water-
| folk, a cool breeze was stirring and the
J sky was like a baby's eyes. I did not
• care whether we ever reached the land
»ing or not. but the "swimmers" wanted to
• get there and I knew that the scenery
’there was as pretty as any one could
K-f | wish to see.
' Oh. but I wish that you had the op
portunity of these girls. The St. Johns
L j river is a dream after you leave this
jside; I wonder what more could be de
‘ tired than to own a boat, not a big one,
i I started to say one just built for two,
but I would be sure to meet half a doz
en friends and went every one of them
to go. so I would better *ay a boat that
B would have the magical property of being
g ’ just large enough for the crowd want
ing to go. Then have time to slip off
» from the city and in that boat sail,
i or glide in and out of the banks. Let
p. the warm sweet scent of the grass and
»the whirr of the birds, then the flash of
fc * the porpoise and the silver of the trout
bring the pleasure of God's great out-of
.doorc. right to you.
’"The river lay and merged its brooks
In Its own color soft and true;
iThe sail boats, vain of pretty looks,
! Leaned to their pictures in the blue.”
J The boat reaches the other side in due
• season and the girls stop a moment and
i ’drink in the beamy of the there
Sis the well kept lawn, then a short walk
under the wide spreading trees, a path by
the rose garden, a garden that lias
j: *roses from one year's beginning to the
‘next, then we climb the faintest suggest
jtion of a hi!!; I want to stop here and
'take a book and go no farther, but the
(girls never let me tarry, for they are
•almost at the swimming pool. Do you Im
* agtnc it is’ a sheltered nook by a cool
'running brook? Well, it is more than
g, that, ft is a big room cemented and
•walled around so that there may be no
!Intruders. The water is from a sulphur
‘spring and flows in a stream as large
as your arm. There is no chance of an
| Occident, unless some venturesome miss
mould attempt to stand on the edge and
Jdive. then she would hit the cement bot
tom an-X might have a broken head.
to The timekeeper tells them when they
have been in long enough and after we
|| eorne out there is sure to appear from
aosnewhcre some fruit to be eaten on the
. homeward way. A long blast from the lit
tle boat that took us over tells us to
Jiasten to the wharf and soon we are
■d>nce more on our homeward way. I pity
•the individual that dreads to go home,
%ut I again think of the lines. "Ah, hap
p\ day. refuse to go!" and wish that I
.owned the boat and could stay right in
the river until the moon would rise.
Sitting at my desk I shut my eyes and
a succession of beautiful river views
■ _"flash upon my inward eye. that bliss of
I see a little park in the junc
tion of the Elkhart and St. Joe rivers:
-Indiana was in the heart of June when I
'was (here, and the pleasant picnics that
we had in the heart of the city will never
L leave me. The next to come is one on
I t the Hudson, with the friends who meant
so much to me during the years I spent
in' Japan Out from the hurley burtey
of New York elty we would go, and by
The world forgotten, the world forget
Next comes the beautiful Suwanee, or,
like a ribbon through it all might be
said to be the Suwanee, for from my
K earliest years that has been a happy
trysting place. But where would these
beautiful pictures stop? The river that
meant so much to me in Japan, the one
SHE GOT
WHAT SHE
WANTED
This Woman Had to Insist
Strongly, but it Paid
Chicago. HL—“I suffered from a fe
male weakness and stomach trouble,
!!■ and 1 went to the
store to get a bottle
re wl ot Lydia E. Pink-
OL- ham’s Vegetable
Compound, but the
7« I clerk did not want
to let me have it—
KIK * he said it was no
good and wanted me
to try something
else, but knowing
about it 1 in
//pi I//' sisted and finally
IZIZ- got it, and I am so
glad I did, for it has cured me.
“I know of so many cases where wo
men have been cured by Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound that I can
any to every suffering woman if that
medicine does not help her. there is
nothing that wilt”—Mrs. Janetzki,
3963 Arch BL, Chicago, 111.
This is the age of substitution, and
■women who want a cure should insist
upon Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable
Compound just as this woman did. and
notaocept something else on which the
druggist can make a little more profit.
Women who are passing through this
M critical period or who are suffering
■ from any of those distressing ills pe-
M culiar to their sex should dot lose sight
M of the fact that for thirty years Lydia
■ E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound,
■ which is made from roots and herbs,
■ has been the standard remedy for fp
-1 male ills. In almost every community
■ you will find women who have been
■ restored to health by Lydia E. Pink-
■ ham's Vegetable Compound.
in Eastern Siberia and those in Canada
clamor for recognition, so I would better
open my eyes and put my mind on the
pleasant things that lie around me.
To be able to lift one’s eyes to the hills
Is a great privilege; some have the water,
some the hills, but in counting your
blessings do not forget that all of us
can have the stars. I have tried to think
of life without the stars, and I must con
fess that my imagination stops appalled
at the idea. Go where we may, those si
lent companions are sure to be with us
if we but lift our eyes. Did you ever
wake in the middle of the night and feel
as if the whole world was weighing on
your heart, that the future was filled
with a responsibility you dared not as
sume. that there were those in the big
world who would rejoice in your down
fall or failure, not because you had done
anything to them, but because you stand
for something that they cannot under
stand, and your failure would vindicate
their theory that the way to succeed in
this world is to do the very best for your
self and let the other fellow sink or swim
as he has the ability? If you ever do.
then is the time to pull aside your curtain
and look at the stars. Those eyes of
heaven that twinkle down upon you and
tell you to be brave, to be of good cour
age, to put your trust in their Maker as
well as in yours, they tell you that there
is not the shadow of change in his laws
and all things will work out for the best.
Then you can draw the little sobbing
sigh that a child so often gives when
safely nestled in the arms of its mother,
and -before you know anything else you
will be fast asleep. “Weeping may en
dure for a night, but joy cometh with the
morning.” and when the morning really
comes this world looks so changed that
we wonder that we ever had those un
canny turns in the darkness.
Another blessing that all of us can
have is the beautiful heavens; you may
not have much of it. I once was so shut
tn that I had only about two yards
square, but I made the most of the little
patch of it. Sometimes it had a veil of
the thinnest white over the blue, again it
was a dark deejJ blue and I could imagine
■that there were tinges of gold and per
haps crimson in it, again there would be
stars in it, or the moon Would almost fill
it. Those would have been dreary days
for me had I not had that patch of sky.
I was almost on the borderland, that line
that marks the present from the future.
With those stars looking down upon me
how could I be afraid, or how could I
lose confidence in the One who holdeth
the world tn his hands? ,
But see how my pen has strayed this
afternoon. Is there a subject you wanted
touched on? Then you should have held
up your hand nad this errant fancy of
mine might have been brought back to
the present and the things that are every
day affairs. But I must confess that it is
good sometimes to lift the anchor and
float on the sea of memory or on the
ocean of dreams.
There is only one thing that must, be
held in our hearts all the time, and that
is that whenever the time comes for our
summons we must not be so absorbed
with the things of this world that we will
not be ready to let go.
"It may come when I’m working for
others.
Or laying out plans for myself;
It may come when I’m laid as a well
worn
And useless book on the shelf;
It may come when my life full of sweet
ness.
Would fain have it tarry awhile;
It may come when my sorrow’s complete
ness
Makes me welcome the call with a
smile;
Though it fall in the gentlest of whis
pers.
Or sound with a deep, startling knell.
I pray only that I may be ready
To answer: ’Dear Lord, it is well!’ "
Faithfully yours, ,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
WHAT PERSEVERANCE ACCOMPLISHES
Ptr Household. I’ve been wanting to see
mountains all my life. 1 have looked at pic
tures and read about mountains, but never
have I seen one until this summer. I don t
suppose this good luck would have been mine
this year, but I had a calf given me two
years ago, a messly little thing that the
owner was sure would die; it was about a
year old, would have been called a runt if
It bad been a pig- I don’t know what such
calves are called. Anyway. I nursed It like
It was priceless, and finally got it through
that second spring and by the end of sum
mer it was a beauty. Finally I sold it for
JlO and with that “capital” I did all sorts
of things. The money doubled in a year—
the money and my hard work. So last June
when cheap rates were on, 1 said to North
Carolina 1 meant to go. Twenty ddilars
would not take me there and keep me very
long, so the next move was to find away
to pay my board bill. Fortunes favors the
brave, and just about the time I was ready
to go, a lady who had been sick all the
spring offered me my fare if I would go
when she did and look after her. Maybe I
didn't jump at the chance! I earned my
passage, for she bad all sorts of medicine and
packages and I had to prepare her malted
milk and other foods, but I was sweet under
some pretty hot fires—wasn’t I on my way to
see the mountains with my precious |2O in
my pocket ?
When I reached thu first sight of the
mountains I was speechless. When I got to
Spartanburg .I couldn’t help the tears coming
and from there on there wasn't a thing could
upset me. Mrs. Jonas was the sort to appre
ciate my feelings and let me look my fill.
When we reached oUr destination I went to
the hotel with her and made tier comfort
able. the doctor had said for her to throw
phvsic to the dogs and get out of doors
all' she could. She wasn't able to keep me
and I knew it; the hotel was too expensive
for my S3O, so I found a nice, quiet place in
the suburbs, too far from town for some, but
on the side of a mountain, and there I per
suaded her to try It the three weeks that I
would be there. She did and we got to be
right chummy One day we walked too far
for her, and sat beside the road to rest.
To tell the truth, we were lost. A man
came along with some milk for town and
we bought some. He told us that the near-
est Inn was five miles. Mrs. Jonas gave
a gasp. He saw that she could never walk
it. and kindly offered her a seat in his milk
wagon, he and I trudged along together and
1 learned a let about things. We spent the
day at the inn and late that evening went
borne. No, we didn't walk home, there waa
a hack that took ns.
It takes an abler pen than mine to tell
you of those mountains “The heart feels most
when the lips move not,” and I am here to
tell you that my life Is broader and better
for the change. I may never see that coun
try again. I don't think 1 shall, but on
memory s walls are some beautiful pictures
and among my friends are some made dur
ing my "days of service.” as a scornful and
somewhat envious neighbor termed my trip.
I sm not going to sink Into laslness and
beak In the light of that vacation. I am
going to keep my eyes open and Im 1 ever
have another chance, you may be sure that
I will take it, or help some other girl to
Sincerely. MV RIEL WHITS.
THOSE SHEEP AND THE BOYS.
I am the only boy on the place and that old
maid sister of mine has about worn me to a
frasle 9b* keeps me so busy at owrk that I
never have time to write to my best girl, but
If I had a typewriter and some one to manipu
late it I might do some dictating on the quiet.
An I think about It 1 believe it would do about
the same for a “best girl" to come here and
we eould dispense with the machine, and while
she la about It she might be a good cook.
I suppose yon would like to know bow my
old maid sister manages to keep me so busy.
We have been <k>lug pretty well for several
years raising chickens snd ducks. rhe eggs
have been put under the faithful ben. but this
sister of min.- decided that it took many hens
and nothing but an Incubator would satisfy her.
I got w>me and right there is where I made a
big mistake. I thought It would lessen my
work as well as Biddy's. I found when It wss
too lata that it doubled my share. The cata-
TTTE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GAI, FRIDAY, JULY 14, 1911.
EOUCITIONiI CONVENTION
MEETS AT SAN FRANCISCO
•
Forty-Ninth Annual Gathering
Called Together in Univer
sity of California Theater
(By Associated Press.)
SAN FRANCISCO, July 10.—In sur
roundings typifying the best of the civ
ilisation and education of ancient Greece,
the 49th convention of the National Ed
ucation association opened this after
noon in the Greek theater of the Universi
ty of California at Berkeley. The educa
tors were welcomed to California by Gov.
Hiram W. Johnson. Mayor P- H. Mc-
Carthy, of San Francisco; C. C. Moore,
president of the Panama-Pacific exposi
tion, and President Benjamine Wheeler,
of the University of California. Response
was made on behalf of the delegates by
Robert J. A ley, president of the Univer
sity of Maine.
The trustees’ report on the permanent
fund does not carry the signature of
President Ella Flagg Young, ex-officio
member of the board. Mrs. Young has
criticised the method of managing the
fund several times since she took office,
tougues say that five minutes night and morn
ing will be all the time you need. Don't let
that microbe get in your brain. All that I
have had the misfortune to handle take twenty
four hours a day and aeven days in the week
for three weeks, and then you may not get
enough chickens to make a reapectable hen
envy you. We have hatched some chickens,
but we have made a veritable graveyard of the
garden, burying stale eggs. Old Biddy Is still
at the same old stand and doing satisfactory
work in the same old way.
Come on Mrs. Fuller, If you visit this old
maid sister of mine. I will guarantee that you
have as many fat hens and fries as you can
eat. I don’t mean to be conceited, but how
about my alster'a bachelor brother? Somewhere
I have read the warning to "Bevare of the
vidows;" but you come right on and I will
be as bashful as you are.
Talking about mistakes. 1 am going to tell
you the last excitement that happened in this
neighborhood and you may tell me who made
the mistake. Thia old maid stater of mine de
cided that it was a waste of energy and of
raw material to have the grass cut when she
could get a couple of sheep and have them
keep the place in fine order.
Hearing of some pete for sale she said "the
very thing.” and forthwith she got them and
turned them in the yard. The man that
brought them was too busy to tarry, though we
asked him to stay to dinner. The first thing
tha tmpted them was a rose bush, and qs fast
as I could drive them from one they would be
to another. Somehow the grass did not appeal to
them. Just about that time a young nephew
of ours appeared on the scene, with a chum
and a dog. Sister appealed to them for help.
I had toM her plainly that I could not outrun
two sheep. The boys and the dog were of
the right age to get all the fun out of the
game that there was in It. Os course the
sheep took to flight and around the house they
went. one*, of the sheep, a regular butinski.
jumped on the piaaxa and through the screen
door, that old maid sister of mine right after
him. Into the bedroom on the bed, the boys
right behind. She called me to come to the
rescue, but I was too comfortable and told her
that she bad the boys and they seemed to be
enjoying it and it might be the making of the
puppy. As they rushed tn the room. Sir Butin
ski jumped through the window and I win
give him a certificate for being a finished
window breaker. Out into the back yard he
went, where there were some white clothes.
Whether by design or accidnt I can't tell you.
but into one of the garments he butted and bls
feet went into the short sleeves. He certainly
waa a show: the breese seemed to cstch it
just right. The boys were in “conniptions" as
they rolled on the grass, and the puppy was
having the time of his life.
It seems to me that any well-ordered sheep
would have been satisfied with thia mischief,
but Sir Butinski then turned his attention to
some jars of soft soap that were In the back
yard. He broke one and when two gallons of
soft soap began to run on the ground that sis
ter of mine fainted. Thinking that the boys
and dog had enjoyed themselves I
opened the gate and let the sheep into the
street, and, as far as could be Been, the white
garment was like a ballon. I think that the
boys, puppy and I got the money’s worth out
of the affair, but I am not here to speak of
what my sister and the sheep think of it.
And I don't believe that it Is going to be a
topic of conversation this winter when we
want to be cosy and pleasant. I know we
never will hear the last of the soap.
RAWGAN.
A WELCOME LETTER
Dear Household: Somehow I feel like I
ought to chat with the Household, thougu I
fee! discouraged and don’t feel competent to
write clearly of what I feel. The time will
soon come fo r protracted meetings, and I do
wish that we could have revivals like we used
to have, but somehow it seems to me that
people are getting too proud, too stiffnecked,
too envious, or too something—what is it?—to
take an interest in God's work. It isn't any
wonder to me that we are havling such unusual
wreathes. God has been so good to us. He
has blessed ns In so many ways that It seems
we might thank Him and give Him a part of
snr work. This morning, while my hands were
busy at other things, my mind' was rambling
around», turning over things that I had heard
people say in time past. I kept thinking on
one. the saddest of all. but what cnn one do
when a man savs he la going to hell, that if
ho had anv religion that he have taken
his own life long ago? He did not realise
that a Christian would not talk so. To
boll is an awful place. I can see all bad char
acters there, drunkards. Hara, thieves, murder
ers. peace-breakers, and It will be an awfnl
time with them, world without end, forever
and ever.
Not long since a girl asked me what I
thought about what a certain man said about
conversion. He said that if one was converted,
he would go to heaven regardless of what he
did afterwards. If be had been converted lie
won!,! get to heaven. One Is not converted
that does any one of those things. To be
converted means a complete change, and If
one Is gulltv of one pet sin, he might is
weH bo guilty of all—for It will keep him
out of heaven' The Bible plainly tells us so.
Not one sinner can enter heaven. There is
too much begging people to Join the chnrch be
fore they are converted. I don't believe in It.
In God's Word wo find a passage of scriptnre
something like thia. > "Believe, renent and be
hantlsed. and you shall be saved.” I «m not
going to preach baptism, but I do any thnt one
will have to believe and repent of their sins
if they ever reach a better place. I believe
<n old time religion, not the selfish sort. One
orthodox ehnrch is ns good as another —if yon
follow ont the Bible, and believe the Annette's
Creed, yon are a follower of the Lord Jesus
Christ, and unless you do ron are in danger
of eternal damnation. Watch and prav, lest
at any time your hearts be overcharged with
neglect of God and seal for the cares of this
life. Broad is the road to destruction and
nlany there are that walk therein, narrow Is
the path to everlasting I'fe and few enter in.
Now 1 win l»ave the nublect with yon. hoping
that what I have said mar cause .some one to
think of where they stand and decide to live
a better life in the future.
BT’SY BEE.
M h T\^ U Jd n n7 e » r t^ a .5° nonn o«nent,
r* I,* lo .golDf to distribute at least
ene-hundrod-thousand sets of the Dr
torto. T° nderf “ 1 “Perfect Vision”
, bo °*- flf le spectacle-
in the next few waakZ-nn
ewy, simple condition? wo-k ’-° n on *»
U »oroughly try them on
own eyes, no matter how weak
flnest print,
♦Tu th ? ■“• Meet eyed needle and
them to any test you like in your
‘V * Eleeees you have ever had
asssx.ffiiayKr, &ss
tfeai Bfl Ms A Cood Then
Dy showing them around to your neieh
for”th nd friend8 ’ Bnd a good wons
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CIVILWR
Hinny years ago today
May 17, 1861 —William Tecumseh Sherman Was Prepar
ing to Enter the Union Army as a Colonel of Regulars,
Having Once Decided Not to Volunteer His Meeting
With Lincoln
Fifty years ago today William Te
cumseh Sherman, destined to become
one of the great figures of the war,
was prearing to leave St. Louis, where
he had been president of a street car
line, ana go to Washington to accept
command of the 13th regular infantry.
With Sherman’s entrance into the
service the north gained a man who was
to become beyond ail question one of
her greatest generals. Grant's colleague
and friend, the famous leader of “the
march to the sea.”
Sherman was 41 years old. After his
graduation from West Point in 1840, a
classmate of George H. Thomas, he had
had 13 years of military service—as an
artillery lieutenant at Fort Moultrie and
in California, as a captain of commis
sary in St. Louis and New Orleans—
which, while making apparent his solid
abilities, had given him small oppor
tunity to distinguish himself in action.
The seven years following his resigna
tion from the army had brought him
neither fame nor fortune, a fate which
he shared with Grant. After army
service in California, in the boom timea
of gold hunting he had been a banker in
San Francisco and New York, and a
lawyer in Leavenworth, Kan. —admitted
to the bar “on the ground of general
intelligence" and 1860 had seen him su
perintendent of the newly founded "Lou
isiana x seminary of learning and mili
tary academy” at Alexandria, La., as
also of the local arsenal.
SHERMAN LEAVES LOUISIANA.
Here he had been successful in spite
of the fact that his brother, John
Sherman, had become a leader of the
"black” Republicans in the national
house of representatives, until January.
1861, brought the seizure of the Baton
Rouge arsenal by the Louisiana (mil
itia.
No extremist, Sherman had deprecated
the excesses alike of northern abolition
ists and southern fire eater. “It would
be the helghth of folly to drive the
south to desperation.” he had written
his brother. "Disunion would be civil
war.”
Yet> if war there was to be he intend
ed to throw in his lot with the Federal
government, if not the army. When
therefore, a s superintendent of the ar
senal at Alexandria, he was asked to re
ceive and account for a consignment of
arms and ammunition from Baton Rouge
he could only resign.
"If Louisiana withdrew from the fed
eral union,” he wrote to Governor Moore,
“I prefer to maintain my allegiance to
the constitution as long as a fragment
of its survives, and my longer stay here
would be wrong in every sense of the
word.”
Winding up his affairs as rapidly as
he could, he had gone first to New Or
leans, where he found the pelican flag
of the state over everything and the
people rapidly organizing for action,
and had then started north. March 10
had found him z in Washington, and a
day or two later had come his first
meeting with resident Lincoln.
“WE LL MANAGE TO KEEP HOUSE."
He has gone to the White House with
his brother, about to succeed Sallnon
P. 1 Chase as senator from Ohio. John
Sherman had himself been received
some weeks before by Lincoln with the
unconventional greeting, "So you are
John Sherman! Well, I’m taller than
you; let’s measure!” Now he presented
to the president the ex-army captain
with these words: “This is my brother,
who is just up from Louisiana; he may
give you some information you want.”
"Ah,” asked Lincoln, "how are they
getting along down there?”
"They think they're getting along
swimmingly,” replied Sherman ironical
ly. "They are preparing for, war.”
”Oh, well,” saifl Lincoln, “I guess
we’ll manage to keep house.”
"I was silenced,” writes Sherman,
"said no more to him, and we soon left.
I was sadly disappointed, and remem
ber that I broke out on John, damning
the politicians generally, saying, ‘You
have got things in a of a fix and
you tnay beat them out as you best can!'
Adding that the country was sleeping
on a volcano that might burst forth at
any minute, but that I was off to St.
Louis to take care of my family, and
would have no more to do with it.”
DECLINES HIGH POSITION-
Sherman, a thorough soldier, despis
ing all politicians as trouble makers,
May 18, 1861 —Washington Was the Scene of Confusion
and Enthusiasm as the Organization of Thousands of
Volunteers Into an Army Slowly Made Headway Against
Many Obstacles
Fifty years ago today it was estimated
that nearly 50,000 of the 75,000 volunteers
called for by Lincoln, in his proclamation
of April 15, had arrived in Washington.
The remainder of these "three-months’
men” were being rushed forward from
their respective states at the rate of sev
eral thousand a week.
There had not yet begun to arrive at
the capital regiments recruited under
Lincoln's second call (of May 3) for 42,-
000 men to serve three years, but the van
guard of these was daily expected.
With the late comers under the first
call there was a steady stream of citi
zen soldiers entering Washington 50 years
ago this time.
The ctiy was a great camp. Troops
were occupying every available park and
open space. Tents were pitched on the
White House lawn itself. The halls of
congress even were occupied by soldiers,
who camped on the floors of the house
and senate chambers, in the marble corri
dors and in the committee rooms.
Underneath the broad terrace of the
west face of the capitol an army bakery
was established, “where 16,000 loaves of
bread are baked every day,” according to
a contemporary account, which continued:
"The chimneys of the ovens pierce the
terrace and smoke pours forth in dense
volumes, like the issues of the moldering
volcano."
In the basement galleries of the cap
itol were stored hundreds of barrels of
pork, beef, beans and other food for the
army.
Other public buildings also had their
share of stores. "An unusual deposit has
been made at the treasury building,”
wrote one correspondent. “It consists of
several hundred barrels of beans, horse
feed and hard tack.”
Troops were quartered in the patent of
fice building, In the great wooden half
that had been used for the inauguration
hall and in every other large place that
would hold them.
Camps were being established on the
heights back of the city. At Georgetown,
where two brigades and ferry communica-
and believing that a prompt resort to the '
regular army wafe the only way out of
the situation, could not understand the
point of view of the man in the White
House, who, told of what the south ‘
was doing, put it off with a casual "I ,
guess we ll manage to keep house.”
Installed in St. Louis as president of |
the Fifth street railroad, his indigna
tion still simmered. He was, he wrote, I
waiting for the time “when profession- j
al knowledge will be appreciated.” "You
know,” he reminds his brother else
where, “that Mr. Lincoln said to you
and me that he did not think he wanted
military men.”
On April 6 came a dispatch from Post
master General Montgomery Blair, of
fering Sheripan the chief clerkship of
the war department, and promising to
make him assistant secretary of war,
that he had incurred other obligations
but Sherman refused it, on the ground
and was not at liberty to change. Actu
ally he wanted a command in the field
And not a clerk's duties.
Meanwhile John Sherman, who thought
more highly of his brother’s abilities
than did that brother himself, was ur
gent that he should return to the serv
ice of his country.
“There is an earnest desire that you
go into the war department,” he wrote
April 12. “Chase is especially anxious
that you accept, saying that you would
be virtually secretary of war and could
easily step into any position. By all
means take advantage of the present
disturbance to get into the army, where
you will at once put yourself in a high
position for life. You are a favorite in
the army and have great strength in po
litical circles.”
Later John promised him that he could
choose his own place, and urged him to
come to Ohio and raise a regiment.
HIS IDEAS ON THE WAR.
During April, however, Sherman de
clined all his brother’s invitations. "At
present,” he wrote, “I will not volun
teer as a soldier or anything else.”
He totally disapproved of Lincoln’s call
for 75,000 volunteers, for to him regu
lars were the only troops. "Volunteers
and militia,” he told his brother, “never
were and never will be fit for invasion,
and, when tried, will be defeated and
dropped by Lincoln like a hot potato.”
With regulars only, he held, was it pos
sible to “so conquer as to impress upon
the real men of the south a respect for
their conquerors.”
Yet, old soldier that he was, he could
not but follow the course of the war
with the greatest Interest, and filled h)s
letters to his brothers with military sug
gestions, which John in turn showed to
Cameron, the secretar yof war.
In his letters Sherman proved himself
a true military prophet. “The Mississip
pi,” he wrote, "is the hardest and most
important task of the war, and I know
of no one competent, unless it be McClel
lan. But as soon as real war begins new
men, heretofore unheard of, will emerge
from-obscurity, equal to any occasion.”
He little thought he was to be one of
those thus to come forward.
MADE COLONEL OF REGULARS.
It was the call of May 3, for regulars
and three-year volunteers, that roused
him from his hibernation, and on May
8 he wrote to Secretary Cameron, of
fering his services.
"I hold myself now, as always,” he
said, "prepared to serve my country in
the capacity for which I was trained. I
did not and will not volunteer for three
months, because I cannot throw my fam
ily on the cold charity of the world. But
for the three-years’ call made by the
president an officer can prepare his com
mand and do good service.
“I will not volunteer as a soldier, be
cause rightfully or wrongfully I feel un
willing to take a private’s place, and hav
ing for many years lived in California
and- Louisiana, the men are not well
enough acquainted with me to elect me
to my appropriate place.
“Should my services be needed, the
records of the department Will en
able you to designate the station in which
I can render most service.”
Six days later came a dispatch from
Washington announcing that he had been
appointed a colonel of the 13th regular
infantry, and bidding him come on at
once. “I prefer this to a brigadier’s
rank in the militia,” he wrote, and im
mediately set about preparing to take his
command.
(Copyright, 1911, by Associated Literary
Press.)
ted with the Virginia shore, guards were
stationed to scrutinize everybody who at
tempted to come into the capital. With
out a military pass no one from Virginia
Could enter Washington, either byway
of Georgetown or over the Long bridge,
which linked the city itself with the Vir
ginia shore.
• GAY SCENES AND COLORS.
In the city itself there was a moving
picture of gay military scenes and a med
ley of colors. Almost as many kinds of
uniforms were worn by the volunteers as
there were regiments. Some of these
were extremely bright notably the uni
forms of the zouave nents, with bag
gy blue trousers, si. gray ( jackets
braided in red and blue and red shirts —a
fine costume for parade, but not well
adapted to war.
There was scarcely an hour in the
day when some regiment was not march
ing up or down Pennsylvania avenue
swinging along at a fine pace, going to
the White House "to see the president,”
, moving from one camp to another, or
headed for the drill ground near the
capitol to be put through their paces
by martinent drill masters from the reg
ular army.
The hotels were filled with officers,
drinking strong liquor, many of them,
and telling how easy it would be to drive
i the Confederates out of Virginia.
i Contractors, politicians, place hunt
ers, women, all the human drift that
■ follows an army, were gathered here,
i each bent on some profit. Lights burned
all night for work or pleasure in the
' crowded city, and all the while the
sleepy sentries—a month ago at the
bench or plow by day and in their beds
at night—paced their beatk in the out
’ skirts.
“To all intents and purposes the city is
under martial law,” wrote a corre
spondent. “The provost guard goes on
duty at 8 o’clock. No gathering is per
mitted on any corner, and soldiers out
after hours without passes are arrested
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and confined until next day. Orders
have been issued against firing guns in
the city, except in case of emergency.
Beating of drums after sunset is also
prohibited.
“Active preparations continue to be
made here for the accommodation of
troops yet to arrive. The government
is now erecting four large buildings on
the wharv-s for the storage of provi
sions. Many wagoira have been received
from the north.
“The 45 graduated West Point cadets
who arrived here recently have been
ordered to drill duty.”
A dispatch of May 9 referred to a re
ception held at the White House in hon
or of the officers and men of the army.
“The marine band played splendidly. The
president looked well. A more Joyous,
happy, patriotic gathering probably never
convened before at the presidential man
sion.”
The correspondent noted that Mrs. Lin
coln wore “ a very elegant blue silk,
richly embroidered, and with a long
train; also point lace cape, and a full
set of pearl ornaments.”
CONr USION IN DEPA tTMENTR.
The gigantic task of organizing 50,000
raw recruits into a semblance of an
army had thrown every department of
the public service into almost hopeless
confusion.
Everybody was new to the business.
There had been almost a clean sweep
of government employes when the Lin
coln administration came in, and the
new appointees had to learn their busi
ness as they worked under the greatest
pressure.
The department on which the strain
fell most heavily was perhaps the least
fitted to stand it. The secretary of war,
Simon Cameron, of Pennsylvania, hao
no special aptitude for military affairs,
and the throng of political friends who
looked to him for contracts and otner
favors were of no help at such a time.
General Scott, head of the army, was
barely able to be out of his bed.
Some hint of the hurry and confusion
in the various deparaments is contained
in this extract from Nicolay and Hay's
life of Lincoln:
“President, cabinet and military and
naval officers were busy day and nighfe
It is scarcely possible to enumerate the
elements of perplexity snd unavoidable
confusion suddenly thrown together.
Conflicting questions and requisitions
from 16 different state executives, four
different grades of military service—•
regulars, three months’ volunteers, state
militia and three years' volunteers,
still further complicated by independent
organizations in border states whose
governors refused co-operation, and all
amidst a quasi-field campaign about
Washington—it was bedlam compared to
the dignified and deliberate red tape
and pigeon-hole methods of quiet times.
“Confusion even grew out of goou
natured wuungness to co-operate and
zeal to assist. Impatient governors and
state agents and irrepressible colonels
and captains went to whatever fountain
head of authority they could reach —to
Seward (secretary of state) for a bat
tery of guns, or to Chase ot
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LINCOLNS PERPLEXITIES. .
Amidst this disorder President Lin
coln was the working head of the army.
Unschooled in military affairs, he found
himself under the necessity of study
ing the problem of how to feed, clothe,
care for and arm the men wno had re
sponded to his call.
It was a mignty problem. Many ot
the regiments had come only paruy
armed. The types ’of guns curried by
others varied greatly, and bullets for
one kind would not fit another. S
How to get guns for the men was one
of the most serious of Llnecdn’e per
plexities. He took a great personal in
terest, therefore, in the many inventors
who came to Washington with a hope
of selling the government some new
type of arm.
A story is told by Ida Tarboll in her
life of Lincoln of a clerk in the navy
department who one evening, after
everyb-v»y else nad gone, heard a man
in the hall.
It proved to be Mr. Lincoln. He said:
“I was just looking for that man, who
goes shooting with me sometimes.” He
referred to a certain messenger in the
ordnance department who had been ac
customed to go with him to test new
weapons.
The man had gone home, and the
navy clerk offered his services. The
two went to the lawn of ths White
House, where Mr. Lincoln hud a new
gun he wanted to test. The president
fixed up a target cut from a sheet of
notepaper. At this he fired seven shots,
one striking the center.
“I believe I can make that gun shoot
better,” was his comment He then took
from his vest pocket a small wooden
target he had whittle out c«f a pine
stick and adjusted It over the sight of
the gun. He then fired 14 shots, nearly
a dozen of which hit the paper.
In these days the president groped
his way, almost in the dark, amid the
maze of strange subjects he was daily
forced to study, in connection with
handling the great force that he had
called to the capital.
Meanwhile “the boys,” as Lincoln
often called his soldiers, were getting a
taste of some of the discomfort* of aol
diering.
Yet it was all strictly martial, and
they were eager to join the advance
into Virginia for which the north waa
now clamoring.
That advance was to come within a
week, and with it > was to end the first
stage of the war; the hurry and hurrah
of responding to the call of the presi
dent was to give way to hard service in
camp and field, to danger and to blood
shed.
(Copyright, 1911, by AssociateC Literary
Press.)
Baracas Name Officers
DALTON. G».. July 11.—The Bsraca claaa
of the First Baptist church has ~trtt entered
upon a new year, the following officers beina
named: F. F. Farrar, president: J. C. Os
born. vice president: W. J. Reeder, secretary:
E. E. Arnett, assistant aeeretary; W. B. Far
rar, treasurer; Henry Smith, assist ant treas
urer; Fostsr Seebold, scribe. z
