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HOT BLOOD IN CAMP.
ARMY QUARRELS THAT ALMOST END-
ED IN TRAGEDIES.
The Story oX * Captain Who Had Marder
In Ki* Heart—A Fiery Ueotenaat Colo
nel Who Wanted to Kill Hl* Superior
Officer—A PwecrmafrinK Adjutant.
“Tragedies in our own camps, out
side of battles, were more common than
the public knows, ” said a distinguished
soldier.
■ “The shooting of Major General Nel
son- at Louisville by Brigadier General
Jeff O. Davis because Nelson in a fit of
anger had called Davis a long, string of
hard names, is one of the few that came
to the surface. You wouldn’t think it
probably, but I myself was once so close
to a tragedy that it makes my gray hair
rise upas I recall it \
“While a number of officers of the
regiment were in the major’s tent I-said
something that a captain took excep
tions to, and a war of words followed.
When hepttnapedout, ‘You are a liar!’
1 stntok but with my right and set him
io bleeding. He came back at me like a
tiger cat We clinched and for three or
four minutes had it hot and sharp; then
the others separated us. He made all
sorts of threats. I was adjutant. He
ranked me, and I confess that for a time
I did fear he would make me trouble in
the way of court martial, but the mat-
, ter seemed to blow over.
“One fall afternoon the captain invit
ed me to take a walk with him. Think
ing that our troubles had completely
healed, I consented. On the way back
to camp we passed through an orchard.
I climbed a tree to get some apples.
Just as X reached for an apple I saw the
captain reach for his revolver and glare
at me like a very fiend. Instantly I loos
ened my hold and dropped to the ground.
Seizing a stake, I took my place by his
side and said, ‘Now, you cowardly dog,
put up that gun or I’ll brain yon. ’ This
time he was kept on a hot griddle for a
month, though I made no threats and
had no thought of reporting his attempt
to assassinate me.
“The next fight we got into we made
up for good and all and remained fast
friends until the final round up, when
General Joe Johnston had his men
throw down their guns and go'home to
’make a crox. ’ It happened in this way:
The colonel had given the order to form
line of battle. As adjutant it was my
duty to see that each captain carried
out the order. When I reached the
would be assassin and had performed
my duty and started to go away, he
called out, ‘Adjutant, come back.’
When I complied, he took my hand,
looked me squarely in the eye and said:
‘Lieutenant, can you forgive me for all
of my meanness to you? I hope so. I
have never had a good hour since that
incident in the orchard. ’
“ ‘With all my heart, captain. No
one but you and myself knows anything
about that little affair. ’
“As I said, nothing else came up to
separate us while in the army. We
never met after being mustered out He
died three years ago. Os course I could
have sent him out of the army in dis
grace and placed him in the peniten
tiary after he was out, but I’ve always
been glad I did not He was a good sol
dier in battle, as brave as they made
them, but a bulldog in camp. He left
the army a major. His name? Never
mind that It is a true story. I wish it
were not for I cannot forget that at one
time in my life I was in a fairway to
be murdered.”
“Report to your headquarters under
arrest, sir.”
The colonel of a western regiment
hissed that remark to his lieutenant
colonel as he dismissed the parade one
evening in December, 1864, a few miles
back of Petersburg.
“I refuse to go, d you, ’’ was the
reply.
- ‘ ‘ Adjutant see that Lieutenant Colo
nel Blank goes to his quarters at once,”
said the angry colonel, who was in the
right for the lieutenant colonel, who
had been drinking, had disobeyed or
ders. '
. The adjutant knew both officers well,
and that it would not do for them to
come 'together that night. He had a
merry time of it keeping them apart.
The lieutenant colonel would jump up
and start for 'the cabin door with a
threat to go to the colonel's quarters
and cut him down with his sword. He
was a powerful man, able to cany out
his threat unless the colonel should get
the drop. Once the arrested officer get
away and was half way to the colonel's
cabin, with sword drawn. “Stop,
man,” said the adjutant. “Would you
blot your record of three years by com
mitting murder? Think of that Think
of your wife and children. Cpme back
tq your quarters. You Shall not go a
step farther in that direction until you '
have killed me. ” '
“I don’t want to kill you, but I’m
going to kill the colonel. ”
“All right, kill him, but wait until
tomorrow—until it is light Don’t shoot
a man in the dark. That is no way for
a brave man to do.”
He went back to his bunk and slept
until morning. When he awoke, he
came to me and said:
“How can I get out of this scrape,
adjutant?”
“Write the colonel an apology. ”
He wrote it, and the adjutant took It
to the colonel, who read it, laughed and
said, “Bring Colonel Blank to my quar
ters.” They met like a pair of brothers,
and to this day the adjutant believes
that he prevented an army tragedy, and
I guess he did.—Chicago Times-Herald.
Sate Guardian.
“Do you like candy, mamma?” asked
4-year-old Bessie.
“No, dear,” was the reply. “It al
ways makes me sick. ”
“I’m awful glad of it, ” said the lit
tle misa. “You’re just the woman I
want to hold my candy while I dress
dolly. ’’—Chicago News.
THE FARMER WON,
Bat Schaefer Con»lder» It the Shorteel
Game of Hl* Life.
' “Some years ago,” saida sporting
man, “when Scnaefer kept a Billiard
room in this city, lie was always ready
to play all comers who desired a game.
Many strangers and people unknown to
Schaefer naturally strolled in; many,
too* who probably did not know him.
But it made no difference to Schaefer.
Sometimes strangers would desire to
play for money, but this Schaefer would
never da To all such propositions he
would say: ‘No, I won’t play for mon
ey,' but I’ll tell you what I will do—l
will play a game, the loser to treat the
house. ’
“One day an old farmer entered the
place, and after wandering about look
ing at the pictures on the walls and ex
amining the tables he asked if there
was any one present who would like to
play him a game of billiards. Schaefer,
as usual, said that he would play the,
much shall wo play for?’ ask
ed the farmer.
“‘I never play for money,’ replied
Schaefer, ‘but I will play you for the
drinks for the house. ’
“All right, ’ said the farmer. ‘ How
many points shall we play?’
“ ‘Oh,’ replied Schaefer demurely in
all the consciousness of his superior
powers, ‘we’ll just play until you are
satisfied, and we will call that a game. ’
“The crowd smiled as the players
prepared for the contest. The balls were
, placed on the table, and Schaefer
brought out his favorite cue, and it fell
to his lot to open the game.
“The opening shot in a billiard game
is a somewhat difficult one, as most
players knbw, and Schaefer, probably
through indifference, missed it. He not
only missed it, but left the balls close
together near one of the cushions. It
was what is termed in billiard parlance
a ‘set up.’
“The old farmer carefully chalked
his cue, and after deliberation made the
shot. He then gazed at the balls a mo
ment, laid down his cue and exclaimed:
“‘I am satisfied. ’
“The score was then 1 to 0 in favor
of the old farmer, but as Schaefer had
agreed to make the game as long or
short as the farmer desired he had to be
satisfied. Schaefer of course had to in
vite all present, including his conqueror,
to partake of the hospitality of the
house. As the crowd laughed and drank
Schaefer remarked that the game was
the shortest he had ever played, and
probably the shortest on record. ’ ’ —New
York Tribune.
LOVED LIFE TOO WELL.
Ancient Natchez Indian Who Rebelled
Against Being: Sacrificed.
One of the repulsive features of the
laws under which the Natchez Indians
were governed was that when a mem
ber of the royal family of the nation
died it was necessary that several others
of the people should accompany him to
the tomb by suffering death at the
hands of executioners. When the
“great sun,” the hereditary chief of
the whole nation, died, all his wives,
in case he were provided with more
than one, and also several of his sub
jects, were obliged to follow him into
the vale of shadows. The “little suns,”
secondary fhiefs, and also members of
the royal family, likewise claimed,
when dying, their tribute of death from
the living. In addition to this, the in
exorable law also condemned to death
any man of the Natchez race who had
married a girl of the royal line of the
“suns.” On the occasion of her death
he was called upon to accompany her.
“I will narrate to you upon this sub
ject,” writes an old French chronicler
of Louisiana, “the story of an Indian
who w’s not in a hfimor to submit to
this law.' His name was EtteacteaL He
had contracted an alliance with the
‘suns.’ The honor came near having a
fatal result for him.. His wife fell sick,
and as soon as he perceived that she
was approaching her end he took to
flight, embarking in a pirogue on the
Mississippi, and sought a refuge in New
Orleans.. He placed himself under the
protection of the governor, who was at
that time M. de Bienville, offering him
self to be the governor’s hunter. The
governor accepted his services, and in
terested himself in his behalf with the
Natchez, who declared, in answer, that
he had nothihg to fear, inasmuch as the
ceremony was over, and as he had not
been present when it took place he was
no longer available as a candidate for
execution.”—New Orleans Picayune.
Flower Painten.
About the last literary work complet
ed by the late Cora Stuart Wheeler was
a beautiful tribute to “Some Court
Painters to Queen Rose” published in
The Woman’s .‘Home Companion, in
which she says:
“As a rule, women make the best
flower painters. The men who excel in
this branch of art are Comparatively
few, even when we consider the small
number of artists of both sexes who
have acquired reputation in the pictur
ing of flowers. The reason is not diffi
cult to see. The average woman has a
fondness for flowers which brings her
into the closest sympathy with them
and enables her to appreciate and un
derstand them as men seldom, do. In
the interpretation of certain subtle
phases of floral life her sensitive tem
perament and the peculiarly sympathetic
feeling that she is apt to bring to her
labor of love especially qualify her for
engaging in this department of picture
making. In point of technical ability
some marvelously clever work has been
done by artists of the gentler sex in the
reproduction of flowers and in the
treatment»of difficult subjects. ”
A Bad Beginning..
The Guest (an art connoisseur) —Su-
perb! Simply elegant!
Hostess—l’m glad you like it. Soups
are my hobby.
The Guest—Oh, I meant the tureen.
—Jewelers’ Weekly.
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THE LIFE OF A MANDARIN.
It la Rather Slow and Mon .ton one So ’
Western Notion*.
Most mandarins, says a writer in The
CornhiU Magazine, pass the whole of (
their lives witliout taking a shiglq yard of ,
exorcUf. The late Nankin viceroy, fa
ther bf the Marquis Tseng, was considered
a remarkable character because he always '
walked “a thousand steps a day” in his ■
private garden. Under no circumstances
whatever is a mandarin ever seen on foot :
in his own jurisdiction. Occasionally a
popular judge will try to earn a reputa
tion by going out incognito at night, but
even then he takes a strong guard with
him and, as happened when I was at Can
ton, gets his head broken if ho attempts to
pry too closely into abuses. As the police
and the thieves are usually copartners In
one concern, it naturally follows that cau
tion must bo fused in attacking gaming
houses which have bribed themselves into
quasi legality.
z A mandarin's leisure, which may be
said to begin at 6 p. m. and continue un
til 9, Is spent in ene or other of the follow
ing ways: Either ho reads poetry by him
self or he sends for his secretaries to drink
wino, crack melon seeds and compose
poetry with him, or he may shoot off *
few arrows at a target in his garden, or—
and this Is commonest—he may Invite the
rich merchants to a “feed” in his yamens
or accept invitations from them. But this
is rather dangerous work, for there is a
sort of unwritten law against mandarins
leaving their own yamens except on offi
cial business bent. On the other hand,
merchants of high standing steer clear of
the local mandarin unless, as happened
when I was at Kewkiang, he happens to
boa compatriot of theirs.
' On his grandmother’s, mother’s and
wife’s birthdays the mandar; a receives con
gratulations and presents—of course on his
own too. On these festive occasions ho
may give a play. In China theatrical en
tertainments are commonly hired private
ly, though as . often as not the “man in
the street” is admitted gratis. But even
here caution is required, for many days in
the year are n'efasti, on account of emper
ors having died on those anniversaries,
and it goes very hard with a mandarin if
ho is caught “having music” on a dies
non.
Chinese—always supposing they are not
opium smokers, invalids or debauchees—
retire to rest as early as they rise. In rnpst
Chinese towns everything is quiet after
sunset, and by 7 or 8 o’clock every one is
either in bed or is simply crooning away
the time until sleep comes on. Notwith
standing the recent introduction of kero
sene Ihmps (forbidden in many large
towns), .the usual light is tho common dip
or tho rush.
Dinners and feasts cannot take place ev
eryday, so what happens on nine evenings
out of ten is this: When tho correspond
ence <jf tho day has been read, drafted,
achieved, sealed or dispatched, when tho
secretaries have struck their balances and
exhibited the profits of tho day, when the
business of the judgment seat is at an end,
the mandarin gets out of his robes, hat,
collar, boots, chaplet and feathers into an
easy costume in which he looks just like
the ordinary frouzy, greasy tradesman,
lights his pipe and retires to the harem.
After performing the proper obeisances to
his grandmother or mother, he may take a
platonic cup of tea or gruel with his wife,
after which ho selects the apartment of
one of his concubines. Ho will even take
his evening meal in her room, smoke a
few pipes with her—-for all woiflen smoko
in China—and perhaps playa game or two
at cards.
The Literature of Japan.
There seem to bo three ideas which per
vade all general works on Japan—apology
for the past, wonder at the present and a
glorious prediction for the future. To the
.western world .Japan’s past is but little
known, her present is reflected in the
newspapers and periodicals of tho day, her
future may in part be read between the
lines of the present.
Volumes have been written about Japan,
yet so far no comprehensive history of tho
people, their literature and, arts, has ap
peared in the English language. Japan is
a most interesting and valuable field for
some Grote or Motley of the day.
Tho difficulty of translation from Japa
nese is great. In the first place, the lan
guage is an agglutinative one and conse
quently hard for a westerner to acquire.
The poetry is one of form and does not
possess, except in tho drama, remarkably
deep thought or feeling. There are besides
many plays upon words which cannot be
transferred into a foreign tongue. The
best prose tales and chronicles, which be
long to the oldest or classical literature,
are written in a dialect differing as widely
from tho Japanese now spoken as the lan
guage of Homer differs from tho Romaic
of today.
It is not making too bold an assertion,
therefore, to say that the available trans
lations fall far short of the merits of the
originals, so much so that the western
reader is apt to underestimate the true
value of this literature.—Lippincott’s.
Naval Code Signals.
“Somenewspapers,” says a naval officer
quoted by the Philadelphia Record, “have
published pictures of a string of flags' pur
porting to signify in the international sig
nal code ‘Remember the Maine!’ This is
not right, as it is impossible to secure the
official signal letters of the lost warship
Maine or any other war vessel of the Unit
ed States navy because the government
refuses to divulge such information. The
Maritime Exchange telegraphed to Wash
ington for the Maine’s letters last week
for use in a flag display and received a
very prompt refusal. All code books car
ried on warships have leaden backs to
make them sink if lost overboard. The
letters in the book, moreover, are printed
with a peculiar ink, which fades away
when it comes in contact with the water.
To make things still more safe the letters
are changed every few months by the navy
department. Even on the warships few
officers know their vessel’s official signal
code. ’ ’ ,
Colon Didn’t Match.
A woman told a story the other day of
those bygone times when everything in a
woman’s costume must match, “especially
in children’s clothes,” said the woman.
“Sash, stockings, neck ribbon, hair ribbon
—all were required to be of not only the
same color, but the same shade. I was
very particular in this respect, and my lit
tle daughter was naturally imbued with
tho same faith. One day when we were
visiting in the country a shower came up
which, clearing away as suddenly as it
had come, left a beautiful rainbow behind
it. ‘Come quick,’ I cried to my little
daughter, ‘and see the nunbow!’ Now,
it happened that the child had never seen
a rainbow before. ‘Dear me!’ she cried at
tho first glance. ‘Violet, indigo, blue,
green, ygUow, orange and ted! ' What hor
rid ’taste’ Why, nothing matches!’”—
Philadelphia £rtss.
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LIFE IN CANTON.
The People and th® CuetenM or a tiwenii
Chinese City. "h. ...
There arc Europeans at Canton, but
they live in a settlement outside the
native city. Their influence, like their
place of abode, is merely upon the out
ermost edge of the community. On
ideals of civilization have not touched
the people. They are today as they
have been for centuries .jiast They
sneer at our institutions and consider
themselves in every way superior to the
white “barbarian. ” Casual visitors to
the crowded city visit tho various points
of interest by means of sedan chairs.
They are accompanied by a native
guide, who conscientiously goeithrough
a long catalogue of things, wonderful
or horrible, in English, which is fluent
ly spoken but imper qptly understood
by those to whom it is addressed. Tho
guide .is very attdntit > to those in his
care, very polite in Lis manners, and
often possessed of u fair amount of hu
mor.
The streets cf tho city are of a pattern
of immemorial antiquity. None is more
than ten feet wide. The houses lean in
ward from tho base and almost meet
overhead, shutting out all but the nar
rowest strip of daylight. Signboards
are hung perpendicularly outside every
house. They are elaborately carved and
gayly decorated with abundance of gold
leaf and scarlet or black lacquer. The
mystic looking symbols inform the curi
ous that one particular shop is “ Prosper
ed by Heaven,” another has “Never
Ending Good Luck,” while yet another
is “The Market of Golden Profit*”—tho
said profits, be it known, goingnnto the
pocket of the dealer.
Among the most interesting sights of
this unchangeable city are the pawn
shops. They are often great, square,
solid granite structures, which look
more like old border keeps than the
residences of accommodating “uncles. ”
The pawnshop fulfills a double pur
pose. It advances money at an interest
varying from 20 to 36 per cent, and it
stores in safety within its massivo walls
those articles of finery * and adornment
which are only required at special times
and seasons. On the fiat roofs of these
citadels are piles of stones and jars of
vitriol, ready to repel any attack that
may be made by thieves, whose methods
of plunder are less refined than those of
the pawnbrokers.
In the jade stone market we meet
with the Chinese parallel to the western
diamond. The best stones are very val
uable and are brought from Turkestan,
the only place in the world where mines
of this stone are worked. Every well to
do Chinaman wears a ring, brooch or
bracelet of jade, and the poor, who are
unable to purchase the real article, wear
ornaments of glass, which are colored
in imitation of the more expensive jade.
Shaggy dogs with coal black tongues are
disposed of in another market. Fried rat
and boiled frog, not to mention fricas
seed puppy, tempt the hungry into the
native restaurant The local “medicine
man, ” adhering to the prescriptions of
his ancestors, makes pills and potions,
of which the chief ingredients are wax,
deers’ horns, petrified bones, petrified
crabs, snakes, scales of the armadillo,
tigers’ bones and lime. When the medi
cines do not cure, they kill, and whether
the patient lives or dies he does so
knowing that at any rate no hated for
eigner has had anything to do with the
strength or quality of his medical diet
—European Magazine, London.
SHEATHING A SHIP.
Composition Metal Now Largely Used.
Work Quickly and Handsomely Done.
Yachts built of wood aro sheathed
with copper, and so are many tugboats.
Merchapt ships are sometimes sheathdd
with copper, but nowadays the material
most commonly used is a composition
metal which in appearance resembles
brass. It does not wear so long as cop
per, but it costs less. The composition
metal comes in sheets about 3 feet by 1
foot 4 inches. They are fastened on the
ship with nails of the same material
Sometimes the sheathing is nailed di
rectly on to the hull of the ship. Some
times it is nailed over another sheathing
of felt, which helps to preservo the
calking in the seams.
When the ship has been placed in a
drydock or raised out of water on a
floating dock, the old metal is stripped
off, and if she is to have a felt sheath
ing the bottom of the ship is first paint
ed with a coat of pitch, and the sheets
of felt are laid upon that, and then the
sheets of metal are nailed on over them.
The work is done very rapidly and at
the same time with great nicety. Every
nail head is sunk so that it is flush
with tho plate. If the hand were passed
over the sheathing anywhere, it would
be found smooth. If the nail heads were
permitted to project, they would of
course interfere with the speed Os tho
vessel.
Seventy-five men can sheathe an 1,800
ton ship in two days. The cost of
sheathing such a ship with composition
metal over felt, including material,
dock changes, labor and everything;
would be about >4,000, or a little less,
and such a sheathing would last about
two long voyages.—New York Sun.
• Her Face on the Platea.
A new industry, first put forward un
der the patronage of Mrs. John Jacob
Astor, has blossomed forth. This rich
young woman, one of the most promi
nent and beautiful of New York’s fash
ionable matrons, has had her own face
painted with most exquisite art on six
very choice Sevres plates that are only
used for her smallest and most select
luncheon parties. The plates show Mrs.
Astor in evening dress, tailor dress, re
ception gown, skating furs, in a delicate
summer muslin and in her bridal gown.
The table of measures says that three
barleycorns make one inch, and so they
do. When tho standards of measures
were first established, three barleycorns,
well dried, were taken and laid end to
end. three being undersiood to make an
inch in length
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EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CASTORIA,” AND
“PITCHER’S CASTOBLA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK.
Z, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, of Hyannis, Massachusetts,
908 ths originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same
that has borne and does now
hear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original “ PITCHER'S CASTORIA, ’ which has been
used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty •
years, LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the kind you have always bought on
and has the signature of wrap-
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