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Pickens County Herald
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and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine
nor other Narcotic iky , i i is ulinrmless substitute
for Paregoric, I>r - os, Sc V Syrups, and Castor Oil.
It is Pleasant. II is thirty years’ use by
Millions of Mother^. Cr.storia destroysWorms and allays
feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting: Sour Curd,
«ures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. Castoria relieves
teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency.
Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach
and bowels, Jiving healthy anti natural sleep. Castoria
la the Children’s Panacea—the Mother’s Friend.
Castoria.
“Castoria Is an eycoilcnt medieino for
children. Mothers have repeatedly told me
of its good effect upon their children.”
l)iu G. C. Osgood,
Lowell, Mass.
“ Castoria lathe best remedy for children
of which I am acquainted. I hope the day
is not far distant when mothers tv i U consider
the real interest of their children, a id use
Castoria instead of the various qlmck .nos¬
trums which are destroying their loved Jh.es,
by forcing opium, morphine, soothing syrup
and other hurtful agents down their throats,
thereby sending them to premature graves. ’ ’
Du. J. F. Kinchloe,
Conway, Ark.
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The following- liighlv personsattest Regulator:
to the virtues of Simmons Liver
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werld ever saw. We tried forty otlier
before Simmons Liver Regulator, but none gave
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Castoria.
“Castoria is so well adapted to children
that I recommend it as superior to any pro¬
scription known to rue. ”
H. A. Archer, M. IX,
111 So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
“ Our physicians in the children's depart¬
ment havo spoken highly their experience
in their outside practice with Castoria, and
although we only have among oitr medical
supplies what is known as
yet we are free to confers
of Castoria has won us tJwRkwith favor
upon it.'’
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WE SEEK THE BE WARD OF HONEST LABOR.
1 THE KING'S COURIERS.
When the sun king. in his Journeys,
Leaves the myrtle I'.mi the vino i
Anil i-oroes riding bravely northward J
Through tho lund of snow mul pine, ,
O’er tho meadows and tho forests, 1
Brightening , How the sunny the very heralds Bhaclnwe fly, J
With their shining ltv< ryl , i
Up the valley and tho hillside
And nrross the spreading plain,
Swinging, swaying, nodding, playing,
Comes tho fair and smiling train.
There arc buttercups and daisies
In tho fields of early spring,
And the cowslip bells of yellow
All along the marshes ring,
While tho marguerites in .Tmietimo
Mid the grosses shyly peep—
Loyal little hearts of sunshine
That tho snowy petals keep,
And the saucy blark eyed Susan
Flaunts her fluted yellow frill
Down tho river’s rippling borders,
Up tho crowning of the hill.
Then tha goldonrod enines riding.
Doughty guardsman, in the rear.
When tho king his step-retraues
In the waning of the year.
How tile plumes of yellow, floating,
Mingle on the sunny breeze
With the gold and crimson mantles
Of tho pages’ liveries!
One by om; they pass before us,
Until all tho smiling train, T
Sweeping slowly to the southward, T
Pusses l’vom ouv view again. ” 4
—Mildred McNonl iu Youth’s Companion.
A PRUSSIAN CANNON.
I was on my way to the village, i
toiling up tho old paved, road on a
alcpe known for miles around as tho
Btiffesfc climbing in tlie neighbor¬
hood.
As I ‘stopped to tako breath old
Eauvnge, the owner of the’ Rising
Bun, an inn most discreetly perched
at tho top of its thirsty summit,
camo up behind mo and accosted mo ,
with a oordial “Good day. Wo
went on together, glad of each oth¬
er’s oompany, and at last arrived at
the very steepest part of the way, a
sheer incline abutting on a ravine,
at the bottom of .which flowed tho
river, and bordered by a green
hedge, the only protection against a
faHorcr^tesido. middle of this I
very
gap, which seem-
as crlj^Ru 'flR some massive weight
had through it.
“IfftsP^hero been an , accident
here?” I asked my companion.
“Better than that,” was his an-
swor. “That hedge wears still tho
scars of war, like a disabled soldier,
A terrible thing happened there.”
“Tell mo about it,” I begged, and
as we advanced slowly under the
burning sun he began:
“It was the 17th of,December, in
the year of misfortune, 1870, a date
I have good reason for remember¬
ing.
“Oti ^ fho Gftornnnn of soidiersfhad tho div hn
fore, troop of German
arrived among ns. No one thought
much about it at first Sich Wo had
grown accustomed to visits by
them, for our village is, on' tho road
to Germany, and for *be last three
months heaven knows we had seen
nothing but Prussians' and Bava-
rians, uhlans and artillerymen,
cuirassiers and foot soldiers passing
through—a never ending stream.
“This time it was only an infan-
try battalion. It halted up there in
front of our place by the churoh.
But evidently something extraor¬
dinary had happened.
“The soldiers were in a group,
gesticulating, shouting, swearing.
I oould hear them at it from the
house. The commandant was tho
most furious of all.
"While he was raging up and
down a captain pointed out to him
til0 boU8e °PP QsitB to ours. And at
once he seemed overjoyed. Hecall-
ed out some order in his lingo. B’our
men came out of the ranks, and, fol-
lowed by them and tho captain, he
marohed forthwith to tho house
pointed out to him, looked.at its
signboard and read Ind aloud, ‘Jacques
Brulefert, engine machinery
mender.’ Then hd opened the 'door
an j entered with the officer.
,.j won( j 0 j.ed what the Prussians
could be wanting with Jacques and
said to myself,. - -!l®ok r ■ out for
squalls,’ for 1 must,tell you Jacques
hated the Prussians, arid he was a
hot beaded fellow! He had served
with the army ifl Africa,-and though
now ho was Woll .past ,40 ho was as
agile as a cat and oxterous as a
IDOnkoV
“Bo I said to myself when I saw
the two Prussian officers going in to
friend Jacques, ‘Tjjere’ll be-a row, I
warrant.’ And I wgsn’t far out, as
OU ’U B0O> ' ,l j I
V “They had hardly been inside for ’
three minutes wfiejiH heard-a groat
‘shoutipg. Thou out camo tho com-
mandant, as red as a cock’s comb,
and shouted out some rigmarole to
the-friar’ men who had staid out-
sido. They rushed into the work-
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shop, and I knew that they must
have had orders to fetch out
Jacques. of
“I s:nv a man suddenly leap out
flic loft and run for dear life along
tho road. It was Jncqnos, and lie
wont ...... like a __ runaway horse, hut a
few minutes after a Prussian show-
his ugly faco at the very window
Jncques lmd jumped out through.
“He didn’t jump out, it was too
far from the ground for that, but
be rushed down tho staircaso with
his men, called up tho others and
set them, like dogs, on tho track of
tborunner. Ah, so he did; but there
was no Jacques to bo scon! Every
treco of him had disappeared.
“Every ono knew already what
had happened. My wifo lmd been up
at Jncquea’ house to seo what had
boon done, and she 1ms a tongue of
her own, yon know, a regular worn-
an.
“It seems that tho commandant
had wanted Jacques to go with him
at once, without a moment’s notice.
He wanted him to repair a groat
steam engine ho was escorting with
his battalion, and that ho bad had to
leave behind a milo baok. The night
before tho engineer had been killed
as they came through a wood by a
franotirour, and lie wanted some ono
to replace him in bringing along tho
maebino which was stuck there,
The machine was dragging along a
groat cannon destined for the horn-
bardmont of Paris.
“Ho bad come to the wrong* shop
this time. Jacques got white ns a
shoot and said, ‘Supposing I won't
do anything of the kind?’ The com¬
mandant told him, with a sneer,
‘Then you’ll bo foroed to,’ for bo
spoke French like a schoolmaster,
the great lanky lout. Jacques, with
ono hound, skipped through tho
door behind him and onoa out of
sight got away, as I told you.
‘‘A few minutes after, tho com-
mandant announced to tho mayor
that he would now spend the night
in the village, and soon wo each hau
our share of Prussians to lodge..
“Up at the inn, of course, wo had
tho commandant and two captains
to provide for gratis and didn’t feel
particularly flattered by the honor.
The commandant was striding up
and down and looking very furious,
Suddenly I saw him stop and rub
his hands. ‘A had sign, ’ thinks I.
And, sure enough, he calls Lis men
and talks away to them, pointing
every now and then to Jacques’
house.
“I didn’t know yet what he was
up to, but I hadn’t long to wait.
Outside in the street wo hoar a noise
-loud laughs and the cries of a worn-
™ »»d a child. Then our door 18
P^hed roughly open, and a woman
* just thrown into the room by
great ruffians, who push and
drag and hustle her in
“ Slie draggled until she was in
auch a disheveled state you wouldn t
have known her, screaming insult.
aftor lnsnlt at the commandant,
“ H e cared no more than if be bad
boon a log, but said quietly: ‘Come,
coibo; behave yourself! You shall
he set free when your husband re¬
turns. If be d.oesn’t come back, so
much the worse for you. You will
bo our prisoner and will have to
como with us. ’
“I was serving at tho bar when
Jean Lacroix, tho mason, camo in.
IIo made a sign, and I protended
that I had to go down to the cellar
and wont into tho kitchen witli him.
(( t I’ve seen Jacques,’ bo said
softly.
“ ‘Where?’I asked.
“ ‘Quite-close. Ho has hidden un-
dor the road. I found him croUohod
up in the little tunnel that tithes off
the rainwater eomolhingijfe^at, in biffi^wcathor. sort Ho
wants some
of wrap and a littl^Jiiqnoy. Then be
is going off to his uncle Francois,
who lives tiiree leagues off. What
am I to do?’
“I told him tho Prussians had ar-
rested his wife and meant to take
her oft with them, and that she was
»P there in tho dining room, and
that we must somehow let Jacques
know. Then I thought of the boy,
who was bold enough for anything,
He could creep along and hide him-
SOI I in tlJQ UltCiJCS IllOIO OflSlJy tliUH
a man.
“ ‘He can’t bo far'away, ’ I said to
Jean Lacroix. ‘Wo must find him
and send him.’
“t» It seemed -------’ the best thing to do,
sir, and yot I have often thought
since then tbit, without meaning
to, to, I l was was doing aomg just just what wiiai that mat old om
wretch of a «ommandant wanted,
Ho thought ho would get at the fa-
ther through the child.
“The Prussians had done their
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dinner and were .smoking like a fac¬
tory chimney. But on the stroke ot
7, Jacques’ wife sat. up straight and
gavo a loud cry. Her husband and
her little hoy wero being brought in
by tho patrol.
“When tho tin commandant said,
with a laugh, ‘I know wo should
catch you, my lino follow,’lio ro-
plied, looking straight into his eyes:
“ ‘I was not caught at all. I know
that you had arrested my wifo and
that she would bo sot free if I came
baok. So licro I am. But nil tho
same, you have noted like a oownrd. ’
“ r,n Tho ”.............*“"* commandant grew quite
white, then quite red, as if ho wore
nearly choking. His hand felt his
sword, and I thought ho was going
to fall upon Jacques, who stood be-
foro him with folded arms. Ah, if
they had not had need of Jacques
Brulefert and his skill, tho poor fel¬
low would have had a bad time of
it. At last, when tho commandant
could control himself sufficiently to
speak, ho said:
“ ‘You are going to sleep here,
you dog of a Frenchman. Your tolls
will bo brought to you and tomor¬
row off you go with us. Tho lqe.st
attempt to get away, and you’ll be
shot at once. ’
“Jacques did not flinch. Ho sat
down quietly at ft table in tho oor-
ner, while four groat Germans set-
tied themselves at the next table,
with tlioir guns charged and bayo¬
nets fixed.
“Tlio next day at dawn ft whole
company stood at attention in front
of out door, sent to fetch away
Jacques. Ho ohaffed and jokod his
four guardians, who would not. lot
him out of tlioir sight for a single
moment, but seemed afraid that ho
might vanish up the chimney,
“About 8 o’clock his wife and the
child came to. see him. Tho poor
woman was crying so that sho was
pitiful to seo.
“ ‘Liston, Catherine,’ ho said.
‘You must promise mo to leavo the
village at once and go to Uncle
Francois. You see, I mean to try
and escape on tho way. But if you
are still hero tffey wifi arrest you
again to get mo hack.’
“Ho kissed her affcctionatoly, al¬
most cheerfully, to inspirit her a
little, and pushed her toward the
door. Tho hoy stayed behind, sob¬
bing, naturally enough. But Jacques
caught him between his knees and
Eaid:
I 4 i Littlo man, you must bo brave
and not cry; Those cads are only
to6"*pleased if they see you cry.
.Think that I’m going off to the war
and shall bo coming back again. If
by chance, though, things go badly
with me and I never come back any
more, you must.love your mother,
my boy,. You must love her for two.’
The commandant had just come
out from Ins room and ho was no
sooner down stairs than ho gave tlio
word, box and March tollowed 1 Jacques inn, outside, took his
“Tho column began to march.
Jacques, who was placed in the mid¬
dle, walking along quite gayly, call¬
ed out to us: ‘I shall seo you again
soon, You’ll be having news of mo
before long. ’
“But I knew my man and could
havo sworn bo hail in bis head some
trick to play them mid their ma¬
chine.
“The place where the Prussians
had left it was not half a leaguo
away, upon the plateau above us,
and, faith, \vo were curious to see
this engine which had como from so
far.
“Soon, in tho middle of tho road,
wo saw a great black ofiject, guord-
ed by a littlo detachment that had
had to camp out around it. It was
that brute of a macliiuc-a traction
engine, it was called, I think—and
behind, on two groat carts, thom-
selves a mass of iron, were the g*n
and the oarriage.
“‘Ah,’ we said to each other,
‘what a pity Jacques got taken pris-
oner! If only lio could damage its
inside ft littlo so that it couldn’t bo
got to move!’
“put nothing of the sort. He just
gave a look to its works nml in a fow
minutes had put avorything right,
for he was a rare workman, lean toll
yOU. TllOI), WliiJO tLoV WOro gi:tt)U££
up steam, wo heard him giving u
heap of explanations to the com-
mandant.
“The old man was afraid of tho
incline it had to descend. But Jacques
reassured him; ho understood quite
well howto manage it; ho would
slew biow down; uowu; at at tho wio entrance entrance to to tho mu
village bo would put on the brake;
he would shut off tho steam; if neo-
cssary, he would reverse tho on-
ginos.
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“The commandant, however, did
not yot, fool quite sale about him.
At tlio moment, of starting lie culled
ft lieutenant and said something that
I could not understand, though I
heard him plainly. Tlio lieutenant
answered, ‘da, commandant; ja,
commandant. ’ Then l him take
saw
ft revolver lrom his licit, and climb
up on to tho looomotivo by Jacques.
“For greater security the com¬
mandant had a double lilo of men
posted alongside, to the right and
left of the niochino. Then ho himself
wont to tho head of the column,
calling out. first something in Ger¬
man, and then in French for Jacques,
.‘Forward, march!’
"The machine panted and snorted
and tugged with all its might. The
cannon jerked oft 1 with a clash of
iron, and between the two rows of
soldiers who accompanied it it all
proceeded slowly along tho level
highway.
“Wo had run on to tho village tb
announce the approach of tho won¬
derful machine, and all our folk—
men, women and children—wore out
in the road to seo it pass by. Soon
wire heard cries of‘It is coming!
It is coming!’and there it appoarod,
clearly outlinod against tho sky, all
black and smoking.
“At that moment tho comman¬
dant, who was prancing along on
horseback, turned round to Jacques
and called out, ‘Attention!’
“ ‘Don’t be alarmed,’ sings out
Jacques. ‘I’m going to pat tho
brake on. ’
“Ah, sir, if I live to ho 100,1 shall' i
never forget what happened then—
no, nor will any one who was thora
and saw it all. Then I understood
why Jacques had sent off his wife
and tho little ono. Buch a sight
would have driven them craxy.
“Instead of slowing down, ho put
on all possible speed, jumped at the
lieutenant, twisted bis arms so that
the revolver foil out of his hands
and kept, him fastened to the spot,
shouting all the t im o, ‘Vivo la
France!’
“And tho much’ne began to rush
on down, leaping over the paving
stones, and the gun rushed after it,
gun carriage and all, making a very
deuce of a noise.
“Tho machine sped straight on,
like a flash of lightning. Jacques,
clinging to his Prussian, looked a
regular demon. Onco more we hoard
him shout, ‘Vivo la Franco!’
“Then, at tho turn of tho road, in
a single bound through tho bodge,
everything rolled over into the ra¬
vine bolow. It was an awful crash.
And then immediately there came a
great silence. No ono could speak;
the women covered tlioir heads with
their aprons; wo felt sick at heart.
“Well, to cut a long story short,
tho Prussians wero more than six
weoks ovor fishing up tlioir big gun.
When at last it was all got up out of
the debris, it was too lato to bo of
any uso in the bombardment—tha
siego of Paris was raised.
“Good old Jacques! That was
what he* had wished. And to think
that wo could never oven give him
a hero’s funeral.
“IIo had been so completely crush¬
ed that nothing of him was found
but a few mangled scraps of flesh
seme days after. Ono couldn’t even
tell if they belonged to him or the
Prussian. Wo put up a little hoad-
stono ovor tho grave, with the in¬
scription, ‘Died for his country,-’
under his name, then the date, and
that was all.
“Tho wifo is dead, the house sold,
tho hoy has gono for a soldier. Now
ho is a sbrgcant in tho lino, and the
Prussians will catch it pretty hot if
over ho lias a chance of getting at
them. But ho doesn’t often get baok
to 3iis old home, and with the excep¬
tion of himself and a fow old folks
like mo, who will remember Jacques
Brulefert?
“And now, sir, I’ve been talking
long enough. I must got to my
work. Your health, sir!’
“A la sank) do la Franco, pero
Bauvage, and tho memory of Jacques
Brulefert. 1 promise you to write his
story.”—Strand Magazine.
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