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16 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. MINNISKA GINGER ALE WILL NOT CONSTIPATE- BOTTLED AT THE SPRING BY THE MINNISKA SPRING CO., AT WAUKESHA, WIS. SAVANNAH GROCERY CO-> WHOLESALE AGENT'S. H't Mfr I Har-Ben is the greatest known nerve tonic snd blood purifier. It creates solid flesh, mu- Ml Ke e!e and strength, clears the brala. make. ah. blood pure and rleh. and causes a general feeling of El Bspr 1 Ea health, power, and manly vigor. Within three days after taking the flrat dose you notice th. return eal |>] vdTCvSflt ot the old vim. enapand energy you have counted aa lest forever, while a continued, judlcloue use I xrSßr P causes an improvement both satisfactory and lasting. On. box will work wonders, six should per- ■ ■* 'BHw I feet cure, su CENTS A BOX. e boxes, ft.be For sale by druggist, everywhere, or mailed, sealed fK P'’ af <8 on receipt of price. Address DBS BARTON BENSON, ■ WOMEN IN BUSINESS ART. AS FUACTICAL, LITHOOHAPHEHS AM) TJIADU DESIGNERS. lu < hiciiso Two Sister. Have Applied I'liutogrnpliy to Commercial Art, nud Tlielr Firm Flourishes—ln St. I.otiis n Clever Woman Combines Pictures nuil Verses In a Way That Increases the Sales of Sweetmeats, lu England Women Cse Lithogra phy to Farther Science, and lu New lurk City It Affords a. Good Income to Those Engaged in the Work. • 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. “So far. in America, there are only a few women in the lists, but there is no reason why this should be the case,” he said, in reference to the subject. “It Is work that is exceedingly Interesting. Is not monotonous, and It stands in the same relation to abstract art that the province of the trained piano accompan ist bears to musical genius able to stand alone. Persistency, accuracy and art in 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 graphers interested in them. They are all efficient and valued employes, and a 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?'"