Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, July 14, 1911, Page 6, Image 6
6 * 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 • K B LS t —■ ■“■ji 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 rs” - Il For I I Yo " I Enjoyment fl ■ a "■ - I I - n fr ! I Here’s an indiYidtial among d r i n ks —k F J a beverage that fairly snaps with deli- J cious goodness and refreshing whole- someness. 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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 “Pure as the Drifting Snow” \ I Snowdrift Hogless Lard marked the fir& Sold great advance in purity of shorteningand K 11 W relief from hog lard and other unwhole- <*** some ingredients. It has many imitators leading | fighting for your patronage, FIGHT dealeKS ' SHY OF THEM ALL! Snowdrift is one- A 4 *zf third less expensive than hog lard and.goes WllO J\.VOIU one-third further and produces much Substitution finer results in cooking. ALWAYS use Trade* Snowdrift. Buy it in tins only. Avoid snow-FAKE labels. t,V de The Southern Cotton Oil Co., the treasury) for a horse contract to mount a regiment.” 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