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About Schley County news. (Ellaville, Ga.) 1889-1939 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1897)
WHEN l HI: W IN I fin VsUf- 13 LOW. When {he winter sun Is low And J hi* wiiul throudi waving trees, Fllnifiu,- fro it doth hurrying go. Moaning like the rooming sea; Through the fields bereft of cheetf Bad I walk and dream of thee— All were swe *t if thou wort here; Love, why com’st thou uot to me? When tho winter mooa is high, And tho blast aoross the wold Blovvoth from ihe northern sky Where the slars are glistening cold, O’er the signing fells alone Sad I walk an I dv iam of thee — Borrow never ma'ceth moan, O, ray lovo, when thou’rt with mo. When t 1 a stars wax taint an l white, And gray dawn begins to shake Through the skies her dappled light, From my restless couch I wake; Then my soul flies out to thee. Swift to thoe, her own sweet choice! Aid why com’st thou not to me, With the healing of thy voice? Through tho fields I walk in woo, For thy smile is faraway; And the tears iu secret flow, Sorrow's rain, from day to day. Oh, my sweetheart, oh my own. Why should a; ace or pi ice divide Hearts that God hath made ns one? Thee I claim, my heaven cent bride! —D. J. Douahoo, in Donahoe’a Magazine. AN A KM POST STORY. BY CLARENCE L. CTTIiLEN. ILSON joined tho battery at Fort Canbj a little fr,.f while before the Territory of Wash !: ington became a B I. :*! State. He had enlisted at Seattle I'yS *!i f as a recruit, and was therefore . classed as a “prairie chicken,” as soldiers then were who “took on” nuywhere west of the Mississippi. We all had a good many reasons for believing, however, that Wilson was not quito so much of a recruit as his Seattle enlistment record showed on its face. None of us could remember having soldiered with him anywhere, and his face was unfamiliar to all. Nevertheless, from the day he arrived at Canby in charge o tho Se attle batch of recruits, of whieb ; ac cording to the list he handed to the officer of the uay, he wfls one, he car ried himself too much like a soldier to fool those of us who had been in.the outfit n long time. Old Sergeant Fisher took the re cruits out to the parade ground, the morning after their arrival, to begin to lick them into shape in the awkward squad. Wilson was among (hem. He tried to assume the recruit’s clumsi ness, but we could see that the job was a little too much for him. He was too naturally graceful a man in his carriage for that, and his shoulders were too square. At 1 lie command of execution he forgot himself every time, and stepped out with the left foot. A re cruit never does that. It takes at least six mouths to teach a recruit that he is possessed of a left foot. Old Fisher gave “To the rear, march!” suddenly, and it caught Wilson napping. Alone of the squad, ho whirled on the ball of his left foot and took a step rearward, while the rest of the squad ignorantly ploughed ou. It was a bad giveaway, and Wilson’s dark, handsome face flushed. Old Fisher’s eye was sharp, if he had been canteen sergeant for six years. commanded the squad “Halt!” he of recruits, aud in their own time, one by one, they halted. “Wilson, fallout.” Wilson fell out, and fora time stood by watching old Fisher drill tho rookies in the facings. After awhi'e the sergeant, having brought tho squad to a rest, walked over to Wilson, looked him over for a minute with a sort of half smile, and said: “What’s the use?” “None,” said Wilson, probably see ing that the game was up so far as old Fisher was concerned. All the same, not to make the offi cers suspicious, the drill sergeaut took Wilson out with tho awkward squad every day for a time. It was a fine thing to see Wilson handle his rifle when the guns were dished out to the rookies for tho first time. A young lieutenant,fresh from West Point,hap peued to drop into the day room, aud he stopped for a while to wotcb the new men trying to get through the manual. His eye naturally drifted to Wilsou, who would have attracted at tention in the middle rank of a regi ment, for he certainly was a fine looking chap. Wilson was trying to handle his gun as if ho had never seen one before. We couldn’t help but grin jackassically as we stood around, although wo were careful not to let the little West Point shavetail see ns do it, for we all liked Wilson and didn’t want to see him get into any trouble. Wilson tried so hard to make it appear that he didn’t even know w-hat a rifle was made for tUat he dropped it while the squad was stand ing at a rifle parade rest. It made a terrific clatter, and the little Lenten ant’s eyes snapped. “Gawk!” he muttered, while Wil son, red and nervous, reached out and pick - d up the gun. “Alien: on!” shouted the drill ser goant. Wilson alone of the batch was like a ramrod before tho echoes of the command died away iu the Hay room. “Eight shoulder—hums!” Wilson’s gnu came to his shoulder with a Bnap, the three movements perfect, while the other fellows of the squad were sluggishly coining to a port, a present, a carry, everything but a right shoul der. “Fix—bav-o-nets!” Wilson's was fixed with the rapidity and precision of an export. lieutenant “Well,” said tho little under his breath, as ho turned away with a kind of puzzled twinkle in his eye. Wilson was put to duty the next day, and caught commanding officer’s orderly tho first time he went on guard. All of us who occupied bunks in the old-timers’ squad room Lad to con fess that Wilson was as fine a soldier as we had ever seen. None of us ever asked him what outfit ho had been in before he came to our layout as a recruit. Wilson was a very quiet man, well educated—we used to in*foreign see him reading queer-looking books languages, as he lay on his bunk on rainy afternoons—and we didn’t care to bother him with questions. It was none of our busi ness, anyhow. A young whelp of a rookie was watching Wilson daddvack his cartridge belt one day, and, like the pup that he was, he said so that the other fellows in the room could hear him : 4 4 Oho, but hasn’t Wilson done that a lot o’ times before, I’d just like to know!” One of us reached over, caught the cub by the scruff of the neck and dropped him over the bannisters of tho double-decker quarters. \Yllson said nothing, although theto was an odd sort of gleam in his black eyes. There were no allusions to his past after that, you can bet. Fort Canby is a beautiful, gloomy post. It is at the mouth of the Colum bia Eiver, uuder the shadow of the mountain that forms the extremity of Cape Disappointment. Oh, but the Pacific batters wildly, wildly at those black rocks. Iu the quarters we could always hear the roar of the sea. The sound used to bre–k some of us up a little, kind of, at night, after the lights went out. I don’t know why. The sea is mournful, anyhow, I think. A hundred salmon fishermen from As toria and II Waco got upset and drowned on that wicked Columbia bar while we were there. , Well, anyhow, Wilson U3ed to spend nearly all of the time that he wasn’t on duty down by the sea. He had a big dragon tattooed on- his knotty left arm, and a barkentine in three colors on his breast. Besides, he knew a great deal about Japan and South America, as some of us found out without being inquisitive, and we knew that ho had been to sea. When, how, or in what capacity, we had no idea. But he was fond of the sight of the sea. Only once in a while did he join in the football game with the gang on the parade ground. When he did, he always kicked a goal. On pay days some of us used to .go across the trail from tho post to 11 Waco, three miles away—and there were a lot of ugly looking black bears ou that trail, too, 1 cau tell you—and—well, we’d load up on Jawbones’s barbarous Biwash whisky. Jawbones was the half breed Siwash who sold it. Wil son never went along with us. He didn’t drink. We kind o’ liked him for that, too, for, with big heads and sore stomachs, we were alL swearing off every pay day—after our money was spent at Jawbones’s. No, Wilson put in his off duty time tramping through the pine and spruce forests along the beach, with a stick in his hand, always alone. One day the tide rushed in suddenly and caught him at the foot of the cape. He had to climb tho (500-foot rock, which was almost perpendidular. I wouldn’t have tried it for a million, even to save myselt from drowning. He smiled a little when I told him so. He’s been aloft on ships, you know. Well, this is tne finish. It has been a long time in coming, but you had to understand what manner ot man Wil son was. One bright day tho sentry up at the lighthouse yelled down to the sergeant of the guard that au American man of-war w»s coming over the bar. Can by is a salutiug station, so that men of-war are always reported by the guard. Wihon was walking number one post, iu front of the guard house, and he repeated the lighthouse sen try’s call to the sergeaut inside. When the old guard was marched off, re lieved by the new one, Wilson wont up to the lighthouse with one of us to have a look through the glasss at tho man-of-war. He grew a little pale as he made her out through the '"coast guard’s binocular, but said nothing. She was one of the old black ships of the old navy, aud had dropped her mud hook off Astoria, ten miles across : the bay. Her steam launch, dancing on the rollers way off in the distance, was heading our way as Wilson looked through the glass. As the launch bo gan to come near Wilson went down to the little dock alone. The officer of the day and three men of the guard were on the dock, waiting to receive the naval officer in the launch, who ! carried the compliments of the com manding officer of the ship to tho com manding officer of our post. The launch pulled up alongsid o the dock, and, as the guard came — o a SCHLEY COUNTY NEWS. present, a tine-looking young naval offleer stepped ashore. He was the living image of Wilson, only younger. All of the fellows of the guard noticed the resemblance instantly, but thoy did not see Wilson, who had hurriedly left the dock when his counterpart with the sword and the silver anchors on his blouse oollar stepped from the launch, the The young naval officer and olll cer of the day got into an ambulance and were driven to the commanding ! officer's quarters. Mess call went in a few minutes, and wo were all marched into dinner. The mess hall was on the floor below the sleopiug quarters. be Wo had scarcely sat down aud gun to bully the kitchen police before wo heard a loud shot from the floor above. We made a rush for the stairs to find out what the matter was. As we scrambled up the ambulance carry ing the young naval officer, returning to the launch from his mission, draw up out in front of the quarters, The sea officer had heard the shot, and was hopping out of the ambulance to in vestigate. sitting the We found Wilson on edge of his bunk, in his shirt sleeves, His shirt was soaked with blood, and there was a big bole in his right breast. His rifle lay'on the floor be side the bunk. He bad taken off his right shoe and pulled the trigger with his great toe. He was very white in the face, but smiling. “Well,” he said in a low voice, as wo stooped over to examine him, “you fellows can sit around the stove and have something to talk about on rainy afternoons now. But it’s all right—all right—" naval officer Just then the young pushed through the crowd of us around the bunk. When he caught sight of his brother’s faco he reeled, and one of us had to catch him to pre vent him from falling. the “Jack! Oh, my God!” was all young fellow with the silver anehor could say. It was easy for u? fellows standing uronad to see how his heart was aching under llis blouse. “It’s all right, Ed,, all right—” We all sneaked away then. Well, no, I can’t say that any of ns felt very hil arious just then for a fact. The little lieutenant of our battery went in. In a few minutes he came out, just almost carrying the young naval officer, a man about twice as big as he was. We all volunteered for the firing party, and the four young wind-push ers who trumpeted for the batteries quarreled over which of them should blow “taps” over the grave. We’d all spent many an afternoon cleaning our guns after firing volleys who had passed from our outfit over the divide, but that certainly was the—well, the breakangest-up iuneral that Canby ever saw. Wilson’s brother was there, in full dress. But the name that was printed by , the post painter on Wilson’s headstone was not Wil son. It was the same name aA that of the young naval officer. Tho cemetery at Canby is only a couple of hundred feet from the roaring sea. In a few weeks two ladies, one quite old and white haired, tho other young, pretty, but sad looking, came to Can by in mourning. They had “Wilson’s” body sent somewhere back to the States. It was a long time before wo got at the inside of the story. Then we found out that “Wilson” had gotten his commission at West Point and had resigned a year after his graduation on account of some difficulty. He had shipped in the navy as a bluejacket. After his first cruise he had been drafted to a ship on which his broth er, who had meanwhile graduated with distinction at Annapolis, was serving as a watch and division officer. The humiliation of it had been too much for him, and “Wilson” had promptly deserted. Then wo got him. He had probably been meditating suicide for a long time, and the final sight of his brother’s face in such an off-the earth place as Fort Canby wrought upon him as the working of a fate that seemed to be crushing. Thus the rifle ball. We did not talk of him around the stove at all. But his gun was taken out of the rifle rack and stowed away out of sight.—Washing ton Star. A Thought-Weighing Machine. The cerebrum is the organ of the will and it is known that in the exer oiso of its function there is anincreased supply of blood to that part. Profes sor Mosso, an Italian physiologist, has invented a thought-weighing machine, consisting of delicate balances so con trived that they weigh the varying amount of blood in the brain. The activity of the brain is in direct pro portion to the amouut of blood there in. According to a local newspaper report, the machine is so delicately constructed that it readily detects tho difference in tho exertion required to read Greek above that necessary to read Latin. Every youngster is ready to believe in the machine.—Medical Becord. The Czar’s Horses and Carriages. The Czar of Russia has four sepa rato “services” of horses and carriages; ! namely, the Russian, French, English 1 and gala sets. Each set comprises at \ least fifty horses. The Russian set J accompanies the Emperor wherever he J I goes, and at Gatchina it is used, to gether with the English set. FASHION FADS. NEW AND IMPORTANT DETAILS OK FEMININE DRESS. A Promenade Costume of (Jrccu liroaddolli Which is Fanciful lu Design—Evening Wraps Trimmed With Fur. N the double-column illustration a promenade costume is shown of green broadcloth trimmed with fancy black and gold braid ; styl ish bolero’s opening upon a high cor sage of black satin, above which is a vest of pretty plaidod silk crossing diagonally over the bust, the right front overlapping the left aud showing a tiny V-shade or enpiecement, also of black satin, correspondiug with tho close-standing band and fashionable Medici collar. Although fanciful iu design says May Manton, the bodice is simple in construction. The fronts are arranged over glove-fitting lining fronts, that close through tho centre. The small Y-shaped piece at the neck closes at the left side underneath tho diagonal ly crossed vest, which also closes on tho left side invisibly with the high corsage. is also The back of the waist mount ed upon a fitted lining; smooth under arm gores separating the fronts from the back. The bolero, stylishly pointed at the fronts, is provided with oblong fanciful revers. Tho sleeves, of modified dimensions, are completed at the wrists by overlapping pointed cull’s. The skirt fully emphasizes the latest innovation representing the new bell 0 ffli m If Wmm earn: X 1 pyesy dp££r It MW wm tZ SvuVu m d .ilr \ mfe–r w jf m I i, p mmSgm M •A l 1 mMMmm Mtmmm w, <!M t / ■, jV: Wf>- r/M I m HH l?/. :•/ Ay fill llUP •4 Mg , Mbs LADIES’ WAIST WITH ZOUAVE JACKET AND SWISS BELT. skirt. It is cut with circular fronts and sides, while the back is gored and arranged at the top in plaits turning towards the centre-back in fan shape. The lower edge has three rows of braid; similar braid being carried down the seams of the front gore to form deep pointed tabs. The free edges of the bolero and cuffs are also outlined with braid. To make this waist for a lady in tho medium size will require two and one half yards of forty-four-inoh wide ina terial. ladies’ long cloak. An opera and concert wrap of am ethyst satin-faced cloth, lined with chine silk and trimmed with white Thibet iur, is shown herewith. The garment, enveloping the entire figure, is oircular in shape and has a centre back seam; it fits the figure smoothly at the top by means of the small darts on each shoulder, expanding below to fall in soft rippling flutes. A notice able feature is the stylish hood of unique shaping that falls deeply across the back and shoulders. It is lined with chine silk and gathers at tho outer edge to form a pretty frill. Its advantages are manifold, being useful as well as ornamental, as it can bo thrown over the head when walking to or from the carriage, thus insuring protection from draughts. About tho neck is a high flaring collar of the fur, its outer edge-form ing the fashionable flare according to the present mode. The closing may be effected invisibly through the cen tre-front with cloak hooks and loops, or the wrap thrown carelessly across the shoulders, displaying the hand some gown beneath. Perforated lines in onr pattern givo o choico to the wearer of either a three-quarter or full length wrap. The mode is adapted to cloth, velour, silk, satin, beugaline or brocade in evening tints, while ermine, moufflon or llama will serve as decoration. A pretty lining of bright-lined silk is al most indispensable. When a question lii US 11 mSLm m*. M X t.c pm | i , mm » ... , ' : . J FUR-LINED CLOAK OF SATIN-I’ACBD CLOTO. of economy arises, however, the gar ment can bo lined with merino, cash mere or albatross that can bo had in exquisite shades of lilac, cornflower blue, green or pink. Dove-gray cash mere lined with rose-pink would be exceedingly effective anil inexpensive. One exquisito model seen was of ben galine in deep dull red. The lining was of maize brocade, showing a ground of tha faintest shade of green interwoven with flowers in the same warm tint of red. The garment was cut in the three-quarter length. To make this clonk for a lady in the medium size will require three and three-quarter yards of forty-four-inch wide material. SPRING GOWNING!. The general plan of spring gowning is most attractive, especially in tho realm of costumes designed for gen eral uses. The advance models are artistic and stylish, with but few ex aggerations or grotesque effects and with great scope for selection, both in fabrics and styles. Skirts are still in severe tailor style, or trimmed to suit personal preference, individual form* in and special occasions. They are circular form or shaped, with few or many gores, as tho case requires, one of the new models having a single gored front breadth and two very wide ones that reach, to the back and join there on a bias seam. Eeg'fding outline bodices, a few are simplo in intri and effect, but the majority are cate in design and elaborately decora ted. JEWELED ORNAMENTS. Every article of-ornament and ap parel that can beis jeweled this season. Amethysts are the favorites. Belts, buckles and girdles are jeweled, or also un fashionable. Hat pins are jeweled; in fact, this season one may use as many jeweled ornameDt 3 as one desires.
