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Drummer Hart’s
Fourth of July.
Rob. Forcing for His Dinner, AVn
Pretty Nearl* Shot a a Traitor.
H> P. 1. BLACK.
One Fourth of July during the Civil
War a brigade of Northern troop* was
marching through Its enemy's country.
The command was ragged and footsore
ami tentless; they were out of rations;
they were completely miserable. The blood
and blows of battle would have been more
supportable to the men than the chill mis
ery of that day which they had been used
to celebrate with patriotic fervor and
feasting.
Drummi r Hart, fifteen years In the
world and six mqnths in the army, suN
fered more, perhaps, than anybody else.
Bobby's woes were many, but hunger was
In the lead. It was with a face of horror
and dismay, therefore, that he learned
that the brigade would move forward as
usual.
"Wha-a-at!" cried Hobby after reveille
was over, "ain’t the general going to lie
off and have speeches and fun and a reg
ular good dinner for once!"
The soldiers who heard him laughed.
"No time lor su h footing, Bob," they
said.
"If Abe Lincoln knew," he muttered,
"he'd see to it we had a good dinner to
day, anyway. If only I could get one good
big piece of pie—ah!—like what they’ll be
having nt home, 1 shouldn't mind so
much."
The drummer boy was no grumbler as I
"OhMl. V >ur pis 1. KT* '
a rule. He was rather popular because
of his grit and cheerfulness, but to-day
he felt all out of sorts because of his
great disappointment. For the first time
he straggled and fell behind—he was so
tired and hungry, and his good friends
In his company were so played out them
selves that they did not notiJe his absence.
In the afternoon he slipped aside and
threw’ himself down on the damp grass
behind some bushes—Just for five min
ues’ rest, he said. The trouble is, when
one Is very tired, that, if one stops to
rest, it is agony to start again. Every
thing was still; the tramp of the march
ing men and the creak of the wagon train
w;as dying away The drummer staggered
to his feet, and at the same moment, from
the bushes in front of him, there came
into the open space a remarkably fat,
complacent and succulent-looking young
pig. Bobby gazed and the little porker
gazed. Bobby’s mouth watered and the
pig’s little eyes l>oked anxious and amaz
ed. With a howl of delight Bobby charg
ed, forgetting all his rpiseries.
‘ It’s pork.'* he screeched, “but it's
fresh.”
The pig squealed and bolted. Away went
Bobby’s drum and sticks as he followed.
Into the wood the pig rushed in a panic.
After ft the drummer heedlessly plunged.
They dashed through water and mud and
tangle of thickets. Bobby’s excitement at
the prospect of tresh pork for dinner was
so gr at that his s iff joints and sore limbs
■weie forgotten. At last, quite u mile from
tho road, the fat little pig ran into a
thicket more tangled than usual. It got
caught in a vine and Bobby leaping mad
ly, fell on top of it. There was a prolonged
squeal from the pig, much panting on
Bobby's part and then the porker was
no more. Bobby ro>e triumphant and
found himself facing a lad of about ills
own age.
“Excuse he,” said the lad, "but that's
my pig!”
The strange boy was tail and seemed
well-fed, and was remarkably cool and
collected. Bobby noticed his dress. That
was rather different to the usual dress of
Northern boys, but the most peculiar
thing abou. it was the stuff and the color
of the jack t. It was made of reguiati n
(Southern gray.
"Oh it ts your pig, is it?” the little
drummer aski and valiantly. "Well, once it
might have b on, but now it belongs to
the army of the United States, do you
uee? and besidts that, as 1 notice you
wear the enemy's colors. X want to tell
you that you may consider yourself my
prisoner.”
Bobby reached for his short sword, but
suddenly remembered that he had un
tiuckl and his I olt when he lay down. Now
the sword was lying beside his drum. The
other boy saw his plight and laughed.
"How do you know you’re not my pris
oner?” lie asked.
Bobby put down the p!g and put up his
fists.
"You can't take me alive,” said Bobby.
But the other boy did. They fought for
a few minutes and the drummer boy bad
no chance. He was weary and sore and
stiff and hungry and soon had to give in.
“Now," said the boy trium
phantly, but not unkindly, “you must
come along with me.”
Agreeable Captivity.
Bobby had to obey, and soon the two
came to a comfortable looking farm house
on a clearing far back in the woods. Bob
by, feeling very small, was ushered across
a veranda Into a large room.
“Papa!" cried the Southern boy, ‘Tve
revenged your wound. I’ve taken a Yan
kee prisoner—in fair light, too!”
Bobby stared with all his might. An
offleer—a Southern officer—in r glmenul
grey, sat at the foot of a table. Avery
handsome lady sat nt the head. A pret
ty girl sat on one side between them, end
there was a vacant place opposite to her
apparently for his conqueror.
“That’s what made me late for dinner.”
said the boy. and rapidly explained the
capture of the pig and its results.
The officer laughed, looking keenly at
the young soldiers, and Bobby’s spirits
rose when he saw that the lady looked on
him very svnv't'n ' b ally, in sp.te of the
tact that he had Lech caught, a red-hond
ed forager.
•Well, well," said the officer. "It's the
fortune of war. young man. You e, I
nave not escaped scot free mysei*.
He pointed to hi* tight arm, which hung
in a aimg.
And you must have been very hungry,
weren’t you?" the lady said, and the girl
looked at him kindly. This waa so diffor
eni a reception to what he had drtame-i or
that Bobby found tongue and explained
how he was caught alone.
•] wanted a good dinner just once for
the Fourth ot July," he said, "and 1 was
awful tired of sail pork and hardtack
"Weil," the officer laughed, A think
you can have it. We don't want to starve
our prisoners. Charles, suppose you let
your captive have a wash and then bring
him in to dinner."
Hobby found Charles a good fellow,
which was another surprise to him. for
he had. with youthful prejudice, thought
all Southerners must be a terrible lot.
After a wash and brush-up they returned
to the table and were pleasantly greeted
They were all very good to him. and now
that he was cleans * ie *’ no dkgrace
to the table.
"I don’t know what I'll have to do
with you in the way of duty," the offi
cer kindly said, "after you've eaten, young
man, but don’t let that spoil your apa
tite. We didn't expect to share with the
enemy our Fourth of July banquet.
Bobby raised hia eyebrows and gasped.
"Hut you're rebel*, ain't you?" he
cried. "Do you keep Fourth of July?"
They all laughed.
"Why. didn t George Washington and
didn't the Declaration of Independence do
us much for us aa for you?" the lady
asked, and the little girl looked at the
drummer reproachfully.
Bob was so surprised that he had noth
ing to say, but attacked the chicken and
corn and things furiously. It was only
after hia hosteee had seen that he was
faltering from rep;etion that she asked
him some questions as to who he was,
and then, to their mutual pleasure, it
turned out that Bobby’s father and
mother were once good friends of the
Allens, at whose table Bob was feasting
now. This put them all on still more
amicable terms. After dinner they had
some music, and Bobby sansr Northern
and the little girl and Charles Hang
Southern songs, and they were quite
happy, the drummer boy making great
friends of his host, in so much that he
laughed and said:
"Being a prisoner isn’t half bad. 1
didn’t think this morning that I’d have
such a good time this Fourth."
But Mrs. Allen, thinking of the little
soldier’s mother in the North, her old
friend, suddenly stooped and kissed the
boy, with tears in her eyes.
"Don’t say prisoner,’ my dear,"
cried. "Charlie here will be going to the
war soon, I’m afraid, and—and I don’t like
to hear that word. John, he’s too young
10 be sent to that dreadful prison. For
his mother’s sake, we must send him back
to his comrades. Perhaps he’ll do, some
day, as much for our Charlie."
Capt. Allen laughed.
"What right have I to release prisoners
of war," he said. lie’s Charlie’s pris
oner, after all, and "
A Change in the .Situation.
He stopped short. The lonely houne
deep in the woods, where the captain
thought to securely spend his tick leave,
“I will count three slowly,” said the lieu*
tenant. “Make up your mind whit to
do.”
was suddenly filled with threatening
sound*. Outside there was the tVamp of
heavy feet, the clatter of arms and the
sharp command of an officer. The Allens
turned white as they sprang to their feet,
but Bobby cried out:
"That's the voice of Lieut. Moore of our 5
company!”
For a moment he was rejoiced, but 1
looked at his friends and was dismayed, j
Capt. Allen had a revolver already In his
uninjured hand. His wife and children
ran to him.
"What could you do,” they cried, !
"agalnsl so many? Hide! Quick! Where
we hid the others before!”
The soldier hesitated one moment and
then yielded. He rushed to a corner of
the room, leaped on a table, reached up
to the celling, pressed on a certain spot,
and ot once a trap door sprang back,
through which, with Charlie’s help, he
drew himself. The trap fell hack; the cell
ing looked as before, and the others were
left alone. Mrs. Allen seized Bobby’s
hand and the child looked at him piteous
ly*
"We tried to be kind lo you,” said the
lady, "and your father and my husband
were once like brothers. You—you won't
betray us?”
The door opened and blue-coated aol
THE HOBN3NG NEWS: SUNDAY, JULY 1, 1900.
diers entered with heavy feet and grim
faces.
Madime." said their officer, bowing "I
am sorry to to cd*turb you, but we
have certain information that a well
known rebel is here 1 mean Capt. Allen.
You are, doubtless. Mrs. Allen?"
Mrs. Allen answered bravely and
calmly.
"My husband was h*re. sir. recovering
from a wound, but that has progress**!
so favorably that he thought himself able
to resume his duties."
Bobby marveied at this Ingenious reply,
which wo* absolutely true, but yet con
veyed to the lieutenant quite a wrong im
pression The officer looked disappointed.
"So we’ve missed it’, he growled, "but
he can not be long gone. I'm sure he was
here two hour* ago. Halloa!"
Ho noticed Bobby for the first time,
although his men had been staring in
wonder at the boy.
"Drummer Hart!" she cried. "What do
you do here?"
"Please, sir." Bobby stammered, "I’m
a prisoner, sir."
The men roared out a laugh, for Bob
by’s face bore marks of having been Hoe
to eomething very different to prison fare.
The lieutenant looked at him with a puz
zled frown.
"I’m," said he. 'a willing prisoner, I
think. How were you caught?"
"I was tired, s r, and fell out. and T aw
a young pig, and I thought I’d catch it for
Fourth of July banquet, sir. and I got "
"You got your banquet, eh? How long
ago was that?"
' Four or five hours ago. sir."
"So? But Capt. Allen was here two
hours ago—a spy saw him on the veranda.
You must have seen him. too."
A Teat of Fidelity.
Boby began to stammer, and the Pt
tle girl at that moment looked on him so
pleadingly that the drummer could not
h' p ihrowing her a reassuring- gbnee. Th*=
sharp lieutenant caught that glance and
suddenly drew a revolver. He step.>ed
close to Bobby and placed the muzzle to
the drummer’s head.
"Boy," he said quietly. “What does this
mean? You know where that rebel is.
Your face give* you away.* What does it
mean ?"
Bobby trembled, but was silent.
Suddenly a soldier ran to a corner end
from the shadow of a bureau brought
forth a sword end belt.
"Ha!” cried the officer, triumphantly,
and Mrs. Allen sank into a chair, almost
fainting. "Soldiers don’t return to duty
without their swords. mad i me. And
look! Who ate hie share of this Fourth
of July feast at this place?"
He pointed to the Captain’** chair at the
table and then returned to Bobby.
"I always thought >ou a patriot. Hart,”
he said, severely. • "To-day of all days,
the day when we celebrate our nation’s
birth, is not the one to turn traitor. Un
derstand, it is most important that Caj>t.
Allen be captured. I know you are aware
of his whereabouts. Look me in the eyes
and deny it."
Bobby could not look, but instead his
glance sought the eyes of those whom
already he had begun to love, the sweet
little girl, the motherly lady, his new
chum. Charlie. The boy was sorely dis
tressed. He could not be a traitor and
live, but—how could he betray those who,
a few' minutes ago, had fed l\im, comfort
ed him and told him he was free to go
when he pleased? The lieutenant was a
hard, firm man, w-ho knew his duty .
"I will count three slowly," said he.
"Make up your mind what to do. We
want no half hearts—no traitors—in our
company. If you will not tell 1 shall
shoot."
The room was quite still; the men looked
on in sorrow-, but no man moved to inter
fere for poor Bobby’s ingenious face told
that the officer had guessed aright, and
the soldiers well understood the fate of
treachery.
"One!" said the lieutenant, and Bobby
shuddered.
"Two!" said the lieutenant, and Bobby
hid his face end cowered. The officer
made a long pause and Bobby looked up
with eyes full of tears. He was about
to speak when the trap in the ceiling sud
denly opened and Capt. Allen dropped in
to the room. The men cried out and leap
ed to seize him.
"Sir." said he to the lieutenant, "that
is too hard an ordeal for a generous-heart
ed boy. It is no fault of his that he is
here, but we found him the son of an old
friend and did our best to help him to do
what he desired—spend the national holi
day happily. I heard all that passed, and
I am sure the lad is true to his flag, but
he is true also to his friends. Rather
than have him be forced to choose and
endanger his life, I—give myself up."
At that he held out his hand to poor
Bobby, who, it must be confessed, was
blubbering, and his wife and daughter
hung about him crying. The lieutenant
was polite. but firm.
"I can give you a few minutes* for prep
aration, sir," he said, "and then—"
A sentry left to watch outside rushed in,
panic-stricken.
"Lieutenant." he cried, "a body of Con
federate cavalry is advancing from the
rear of the house. They are clo-e at
hand."
Capt. Allen’s eyes lit up. The lieuten
ant paid no more attention to him. At
once the men In blue were out of the
house. Bobby saw- his duty clearly
enough now-. The newcomers at least were
foes. They, at any rate, had not ban
queted him on this glorious Fourth and
laid him under obligations. He dashed ou
with his comrades Just in time to retire
into the woods with them before the
Southern cavalrymen trotted up. The
Confederates were soon made aware of
the presence of the bluecoats.They charg
ed the woods, to be received by a warm
fire from the nvn of the North. One Unit
ed States man was wounded by the retur
fire from the carbines, and Bobby took his
gun. The little fellow was soon hot with
excitement and blazing away from oove r
like a veteran, so that the lieutenant
smiled on him.
“Ho!" cried the officer, "your Fourth
of July banquet has put life into you,
Drummer Hart, I see. You’re doing well.”
"I’m showing I’m no traitor, sir," said
Bobby with reproach.
The cavalry dismounted, for their horses
were no use in the thick wools, and a
hot skirmbh was carried on. The greys,
however, were much stronger than the
blues, and the latter kept falling back.
Lobby got one glimpse of the tnemy’s lin
clearly for a moment and cHed out in
surprise. There, well in front, popping
away zealously, was Charlie Allen, his
late caploi', and host. As the drummer
looked he saw the boy. wild with excite
ment, rush far In advance of the others.
A bluccoat fired and Charlie dropped, and
at the same instant a hugle sounded In
the rear of the grays, and for some reaeon
the latter fell back. Bobby rushed to
Charlie's side. His friend was badly hurt
and insensible. Other blues came run
ning up, and young Charlie, In his turn,
was a prisoner.
Bui not for long. So earnestly did Drum
mer Bob tell the story of that excit.ng
Fourth of July to the colonel himself, so
zealously did he ’lead for his new chum,
(hat, ill consideration of the kind way the
South had treated the North In Bobby s
case, the colonel, when Charlie's wounds
were dressed, sent him home. It was a
kind of courteous exchange—boy for boy,
and a fitting close to the celebration of the
day.
Well, that's a long time ago, if you
think of it, time enough to make great
change*, yet not lrng enough to part true
friends. On the Fourth of July, 189S. two
officers, both graduates of West Point,
both old classmates of the Miliiary Aea
dmy, sat lotteilur over a sparse meal, in
front of Santiago, in Cuba They were
weary utter hard lighting, but jovial, both
l because they knew the Spaniards were
wh’pped and because of the day they were
: again celebrating.
"Bob.” said one major, "who would
have thought on that Fourth of July when
tirsi wo met, and made prisoners of each
other, that we should be together on an
other Fourth, fighting shoulder to should
er? Funny?”
•'Thank God, old chap,” said the other
major, "that those bad days have gone
forever. By-the-bye, I’m writing to my'
wife 10-nighi. Any message.'?"
"For my sister?’ Give her my love and
the same to little Bobby and Charlie.”
TWO QIEER OLQ fISTOMS.
The Sln-Kntrr Survive* to Thi Day
nt Welsh Funerals.
The custom of "selling by candle ”—an
ancient ceremony—still prevails in several
towns in England, notably at Aldermaston.
It is letting land, not selling, however, and
the property Is a piece of meadow, the
"church acre,” which was bequeathed
some centuries ago to the church. The
custom or ceremony is as follows: A can
dle is lighted, and one inch below' the flame
Is duly measured off, at which point a
pin is inserted. The bidding then com
mences and continues until the inch of
Kindle is consumed ant! the pin drops out.
To the one who is bidding as the pin drops
out the land belongs.* Every three years
this ceremony is performed.
At Chedzoy the church acre is let every
twenty-one years by this means, and at
Tatworth a sale by lighted candle takes
place every year. At W’arton the grazing
rights upon the roadside have been annual
ly let by the same means, a custom which
has been observed sinJe the time of George
111. Tlje one who presides at ihe auction
produces th< old book containing the re
cord of the annual letting since 1815. An
ordinary candle is then cut into live equal
portions, about one-half inch long, one for
each lot. At the last auction attention w-as
drawn to the fact that the sporting rights
over an old gravel pit were included in
lot 1, but • unfortunately there were no
fish in the pond. "Get on, gentlemen,
please; the light’s burning," was a fre
quent exhortation.
Pepys in his diary refers to selling by
candle; "After dinner we met and sold
the fellowship milks; here 1 observed one
man cunninger than the rest, that was
sure to bid last and to carry It; and in
quiring the reason he told; me that just as
the flame goes out the smoke descends,
which is a thing I never observed before;
and by that he do know the instant when
o bid last."
The Sin-Eater.
At funerols in some parts of Wales there
Is a curious custom. A poor person Is
hired—"a long, lean, ugly, lamentable ras
cal"—to perform the duties of sin-eater.
Bread and beer are passed to the man
over the corpse, or laid on it; these he
consumes, and by the process he is sup
posed to take on him all the sins of the
deceased and free the peroen from walk
ing after death. When a sin-eater is not
employed glasses of wine and funeral bis
cuits are given to each bearer across the
coffin. The people believe that every
drop of wine drank at a funeral is a sin
committed by the deceased, but that by
drinking the wine the soul of the dead
is released from the burden of sin.
In some places it is the custom to send
to the friends of the family, after a death,
a bag of biscuits with the card of the
deceased. The funeral biscuit, of en
small, round sponge cakes—were known
as arvel bread—arvel meaning ale. When
arvel bread is passed around nt a funeral
each guest is expected to put a shilling
on the plate.
In familt© where cheese is made one is
put aside for the funeral of the master,
but should he not die within the yea' I
it is sold and always brings a fancy
price.
All the chimes are rung when n body is
brought into the church, and the custom
is called "ringing the dead home."
I SED ONLY BY THE PRESIDENT.
ring* That Belong Exclusively to
the Nation’* Executive.
From the Now York Times.
The flag outfit of a Unit 'd States na\%!
vessel is so elaborate that the bit of blue
bunting bearing the arms of the United
States, though seldom seen in Its place
at the man, would hardly attract pass
ing attention, ye it would indicate the
presence aboard of the President of the
nation, and the ceremony of hois dug it
w- uld impress cne. Amid a ruffle of drums
flourishes of bugles, the national air by
the hand and the firing of a national salute
the Presi ent s flog is run up at the main
whenever the chief executive of the nation
sets foot aboard a ship of the navy. This
ceremony, which has been little used ex
cept when cfficiel functions were frequent
while William C. Whitney was secretary
of the navy, is of sem what recent origin,
dating from Aug. 19. 188-’, when William
G. Chandler, secretary of (he navy, is
sued the order adding the President’s flag
to the paraphernalia of the navy.
Still more recent is the ceremonial In
dication of the presence of the President
at a military camp or army post. At the
outbreak of the war with Spain Fred tr
ek D. Owen, w’hile preparing some maps
for the war room in the White House re
called a remark of his chief. Col. Theodore
A. Birgham. that the President had no
army’ flag. He sketched a desicn for such
a flag on a map of Philippine group
which he had just completed and was re
quested to submit the design in colors. It
met the approval of G< n Miles, Secretary
Alger ard the Presid nt and an order was
issued making it the official army flag of
the President, the complement of his na
val flag. This was in March, 1898, and the
first llrg made from the design was first
■ sed upon the cccasicn of the visit of
President McKinley to the peace jubilee
in Chicago.
The number of the original stat- s of
tV union t gure- in the symbolism of the
President’s army Hag. Its ffel iis thirteen
f-vt long, the hoist being eight feet, and
thirteen stars in constellation, grouped as
though breaking through clouds, r pre
sent national emergence from war to
peace. The eagle holds an olive branch of
thirteen leaves in his beak, wi h thirteen
fruits In his le r t talon and thirteen ar
row’s in the right. Besides lha the na
ional legend “E Pluribus T’num,” em
bPzornd On the flag, has thirteen lepers.
rnd the general order of the army that
jpv<* the. standa and its oftb lal status was
No. 13, issued March Is. l c 9>.
Forty-five w ite stars, one for each
sta*e surrourd an 1 protect the large cen
tral star, which indi a os ih‘ executive,
nine stars being placed in each of the
five re-entering angles of the large star.
There is also a whi'e star in each corner
o' the field. The ground of the flag is
scarlet, and the < nter of the large star
is blue and contains fhe official coat of
a-ms of tV United States of department
f s ate des : gn.
The army flag of the
1* a magnificent specimen of needlework,
in silk and pold. It is preserved, encased
in glass, in the executive mansion at
Wash!-gt n. The fi gs actual y used in
the army when the Pre- and nt is present
as commander in chief of the nation's
land fore* s are Just one-half the size of
the original flag and are made of bun irg.
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New York, June 29.—Women in various
pans of the country are sharing prac
tically and with marked financial success
in the work of trade illustration. In the
opinion of the foreman of a first-class
workshop, lithography is a trade that of
fers a fine' field for women's activities.
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few women in the lists, but there is no
reason why this should be the case,” he
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stinct are the equipment of the litho
grapher, and as many women as men
have this combination of qualities. It re
quires at least four years’ practice to in
sure efficiency in high-grade work, but
hundreds of art students are a longer
time trying to master work beyond their
capacities, and from which they can never
derive a livelihood.
“No busy, go-ahead lithographic house
would want to bother with girl appren
tices,’’ he continued, “but if girls could
learn the trade outside they would be
welcome in the ranks of practical work
ers. The women whom I find in the bus
iness have been taught singly by litho
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woman with sufficient originality to de
sign as well as lithograph is additionally’
useful. I can recollect when circus and
showman’s posters were the color
printer’s on field. Nov/ every
line of trade has its illustrated
calendars, premiums and noting
cards. All enterprises on land or sea
are so represented, and everything eat
able. drinkable or curative has a dis
tinctive. brand label as well as an Illu
minated title. Within my’ recollection, and
I am not an old person, the American lith
ographers’ workmen were brought over
especially from Europe, and it w’ould take
a man two weeks to do a piece of work
that can now be completed in two days.
Commercial art is achieving a higher
standard all the while. The colors are bei
ter, the surface texture softer, and con
sequently the duplicate prints are more
satisfactory. Even a poster for pills or a
bid to a town meeting is lose gairlsh. than
formerly, and so pleasing and conservative
are some of the free-gift pictures as to
overcome the strongest prejudice against
trade encroachment.
“One lithograph house I know employs
ten or twelve women designers constant
ly* in their art department. They say
plainly’ that the designs are more to tho
purpose and the women are more conscien
tious than men w’ho have served
them in this capacity.”
C onNpicuouMly Successful Women.
A New Ycrk woman owns and person
ally conducts a lithographing and job
I>rinting business, executing all ord >rs that
c< me her way, from the figured borders
that edge cigar boxes to the premium pos
ters for* country fa rs ard the clasped
hands and floral garlands on ornate mar
riage certificates.
Most women who take up businesses
ordira Ily left to men use only mn-com
mi tal in'l als in their business s'gnature.
but this lith grapher has heT femin ne
a’ p llat'on in plain let’ers on the big
loird sign that tops her corner factory,
and is accredited by those w’ho know w tli
having taken an old, shaky bus'ness al
most on he ve gc of co’lapse and brought
It up to a good standing. The proprietor
was a r gularly apprenticed employe of
the house years ago, and experienced in
all but the estimating and business end
cf affairs bef re she took the helm. Fhe
att nd.s to most of t* e dvails of the bus
iness sup tv ses her 30 employes in per
son and insists upon getting good work
for her money. She claims to like busi
ness letter than housekeeping, and is of
opir ion that there is much Kss risk in hir
ing a housekeeper to attend to h°r home
affairs than in employing a manager to
Hard Sense.
It takes keen common sense,
added to superior judgment or 4
a railroad. Suck a man never re
commends anything that he has not
himself subjected to iY.clal test. !
L. prominent railroad superintend- , - ..
ent, living at Savannah, Ga., in !!> eJt
which city be waa born, eays he
feels better than he ever did, and
he had tlii worst case of dyspepsia './“■> \ wßbvK '
on record. He had no appetite, and *Jj l pTA-.’O
the little he ate disagreed with him, 'V„ yJssßm‘ I
causing him to vomit often. He
had pains in the bead, breast and r jmSfl
Stomach, but after using three bot
man.* He says that he feels that he '
could live foi ever if he could always , f fzAs&FjftWMW 1 * wpv. '
get.P. P. P. His name will be given -
on application to Dippman Brothers, the ,-i
Dyspepsia in all its forms is promptly '* s
nd permanently cured by P. P. P. General
Debility and lack of energy gire place to vim and ambition through
the use of P. P. P. Blood Poiso r and all its incidental and hereditary
Slls are eradicated by P. P. P. Rheumatism is conquered and banished
by P. P. P., as are aluo Catarrh and Malaria. P. P. P. is a purely vege
table compound, which haa steadily grown in favor for yeara.
SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
LIPPMAN BR0 T ’"'*'S, rROr *J£!r OR A Savannah, Gjl
look after the business She is a buxom
woman, with a fine English color, and
every indication that the lithographic bus
iness agrees with her.
A large preserving and pickling house
employs a woman artist to direct its art
department. Not only marmalade* and
pickles, but relishes and saudes of aiJ
sorts, ketchup, soups, dressings, are pre
pared from the firm’s own farm raised
vegetables and Ingredients. ’This woman
designs the labels and suggests the names
for the new brands, which are litho
graphed right in the house. She gets up
the catch-interest pictures and announce
ment cards that are distributed to prepare
the way for the firm’s exhibits, and is re
sponsible for the general ground plan of
the exhibition stand and accompanying
decorations, both for wall and booths, that
are being shown at the Paris Exposition.
One of the most successful women trade
artists droughts the symbols for a biscuit
factory. New* kinds of wafers and crackers
are constantly being introduced, and she
designs the fancy bands that are destined
to become identified with the tkl-bits, and
makes the pound, and two-pound, and
ten-pound packets outwardly* attractive.
Cupids, doves, flower sprites, any sort of
allegorical suggestion she is at liberty to
use on her scarlet orange bands, but
the drawing must be good and the idea
pleasing.
In St. Louis there is a woman artist who
not only designs heraldic labels and farm
scenes for the stone jars of goodies sold
for a luncheon accompaniment, but sets
them off with couplets from old plays and
snatches of quaint wisdom culled from
standard authors, all distinctly applicable
to the matter in hand.
A Chicago firm employed largely by the
independent manufacturers to Illustrate
the merits of their goods owes much of
its success to the wit and worth of the
woman partner. Only her family name,
appears on the business paper, but her
personality is well known to the office
management of large factories through
out the country. She possess** originality
and such knowledge of printing methods
as has cnab>d her to devie a unique
process for hightening the elTect of drap
ery and ihe printed characters in her
newspaper cut*.
Commercial Art In Photography
anil Selene.*.
Two sisters In a Western city have an
established j-erutatlon for their novel ap
p (cation of photography to commercial
art. Wherever trade advertisements are
known these wemen have Introduced their
work, and ihe only objection or criticism
heard is It's almost too good for the pur
pose. But, whatever their standard, the
sisters have marked out the commercial
line as an especial Held for their energies
and the lirm flourishes.
A cultured Massachusetts woman, who
some years ago had her attention called
to the opportunities In business art. Is
now engaged in the work. Another wo
man lithographer works In the art depart
ment of an American scientific institute.
She Engraves on stone the structural
forms of plants and growths reeded to
illustrate the research work in an her
barium. In England women lithograph
ers are quite common in the trade, and a
considerable proportion of the illustrated
business, and sporting circulars as well
as the posters that overlay the London
'busses and public conveyances through
out the kingdom, are the output of wo
men's labor. The director of the famous
public gardens at Kew has a notable wo
man lithographer In his employ. This
craftswoman was a young ward left In
the director's care, and who gave evi
dence of a decided hem for artistic work
and also stability of purpose. She was
trained regularly In the principles of lith
ography, served yor years at the bench,
and is now the director's main depend
ence In transferring to paper such choice
specimens of his botanical collections ss
he wishes to distribute to gardens in
the colonies and elsewhere. There are
other artist lithographers employed In
registering the important groups and
classifications, but this woman is espe
cially valued on account of her trained
discrimination and accuracy.
The lithographer's trade, while tending
to cheapen artistic subjects, yet demands
the true artist’s feeling as an essential
to success. It also affords much scops
for ingenuity In utilizing the new facili
ties that crop up from time to time for
varying nnd improving the work.
Olive Gunby.
CORPSE ENJOYED SRC AHE MB.tL
Ynexpeeted Gnest Cleared a Dining-
Room of Its Occupants.
From the Philadelphia Record.
"I am not prepared to state that tha
dead can come to life.” said H. ,R. Peter*
to a reporter, ''but the experience of a
friend of mine In a Pennsylvania Germsn
town recently would seem to Incline one
that way. In the town wheye he was vis
iting he became acquainted with the local
undertaker and in that way was enabled
to be present at the funeral of a young
woman who had expired from shock St
seeing her hlisband fall from a load of
hay. He was not hurt at all, but she
was to all Intents and purposes as dead
as the proverbial door nail.
"The body was laid out In the parlor,
and all the relatives and friends had as
sembled to pay their respects to the dead.
As is customary in that locality, a big
funeral dinner was served. In the midst
of the meal the parlor door opened and
In walked the corpse. It didn’t take a
minute to clear the room, leaving the in
truder from the spirit world in sole P°s
session. The undertaker finally plucked
up courage to return to Ihe dining room
and found his subject enjoying a hearty
meal after her enforced fast. Her first
question was, 'Was Jake hurt much?'"