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“A Brighter Day Tomorrow.”
When tossed upon the restless tide
Of trouble, e ire and sorrow;
When skies grow dark and all foretells
More trouble on the morrow;
When towering clouds o’ershadow us,
And, tempest-tossed, we wander
O’er unknown seas until we feel
Our little bark must foun ler.
When we despair of life itself.
And think the end is nearing;
When in the darkness we can see
The monster, Death, appearing,
Borne little star of Hope will burst
From out the night of sorrow,
Cheering our hearts and whispering,
“A brighter day tomorrow. ”
Hope, thou blest boon to mortals giyen,
What glory shines about thee:
How, when dull care and sorrow comes,
Could wo bear up without thee?
Still shine upon us from on high.
Shedding a yellow lustre,
And ever, when the night comes on,
May lights nroun 1 thee cluster.
PEDRO,
Nobody knew much about Pedro.
In fact ho was a mystery and had
been lor a great many years—'or exact
ly how many years though npbody but
Pedro himself could tell you. Certain
it is tli .t he had been a mystery since
’39, for in that year the town was set
tled, and Pedro was living in Judge’s
Chif Avhea the first settlers came to
Beachton.
How he came to be there nobody
know. For that matter nobody knew
who built his house for him, or how it
came to be where it was. though as to
the latter point the village Soloas de
clared simply that some terrific storm
time happened long ago must have been
responsible for the location. All of
•which rather anticipates the statement
that Pedro’s home was the wreck of a
boat—a queer, lubberly old wreck that
was lying keel uppermost full twenty
feet above the water's edge. A nar- !
row ledge, not more than ten feet !
wide, and running perfectly horizontal
for a distance of forty or fifty feet, was
all that Pedro could claim in the way ot
a front or back yard, and outside that I
limited range the old man ventured but !
once a week. That was on Saturday
aft -moon, when he would take his wil- i
low market basket on his arm, and
go to Beachton market.
But about his house.
There was about the old boat an air
of mystery that was quite in keeping
with the general character of Pedro
himself; and of Pedro's other belong
ings. The massive timoers and rude
finish proclaimed the semi-barbarian.
It was not even a Mexican boat; and, in
fact, the question as to its nationality
had long been a matter for Beach
ton speculation. So completely
had the storm stripped the old
boat that it was impossible to determine
the purpose lor which it had been used.
It certainly didn’t look like a merchant
man. Major Deal thought it was an
old war vessel, and Major Weed main- j
tained always that it was an old-time
slaver. An objection to both these
theories was that the boat was only !
about twenty-seven or twenty-ei<mt feet j
long and not exceeding nine feet in
width at the widest part, so it could
not have carried a great many men.
But these, if not the most probable
theories, were at least the ones ad
vanced by the two leading men of the
town, and therefore generally accepted
By the townspeople.
The great antiquity of the boat was
Indisputable. The sunshine and storms
of years—of centuries perhaps, had left
traces on the mculderin<r wreck.
Where her hull had been dashed against
the rocks there was a great gaping j
fracture, and Pedro, with a character- ;
istic and shiftless simplicity, had util- j
ized fully t!ie fracture aforesaid by mak
ing it serve the double purpose of dcor
and chimney—a triangular hole wh-re
• old Pedro could get in and the smoke |
could get out.
Pedro himself was getting old—very
old, for few people could remember
when Pedro’s nair was other than sclmt
and gray, or his steps other than halt
ing and feeble.
The even tenor of the old man’s way
had brought him in contact with few
people. He had made no enemies, and
SO friends, and people were content
■that old Pedro should remain a mys
terv.
Thus it happened that when the old
men came and went on market days,
ti.ore were no kind words for him, no
li mdshakes, no cheerful salutations.
He came and went like a shadow, and
xhe school children hurried past him as j
i if his very silence frightened them.
Now, between the market and Pedro’s j
home, and so situated therefore that
Pedro passed in going and coming was
NMujor Deal’s home—a * beautiful old
»hioucd homestead with a long shaded
\ that led down to the gate.
Nd the major had killed Pedro’s
urse the major never did admit
Nad done wrong.
£ y> terrier had Larked at hi-
V ' had struck at it with his
ver intended to kill the
* c * \s only a dog—and only
-o' Vhat. O: course Pietro
\ little differently, and
\of the difference, the
major forget all about it while Pedo
remembered it very distinctly. In ( fact
there can be no doubt that the major’s
baby saved a great deal of trouble about
that dog. When the weather was fair
tlie baby would be at the gate as Pedro
passed on Saturday afternoon, and
she had learned to recognize Pedro,
while on the other hand the lonely old
man had learned to love and yearn for
that baby welcome. He always paused
a moment in passing to raise his tatter
ed old hat and smile at baby Maud. Se
while Pedro remembered very distinct
ly that the major had killed Ins dog,his
thoughts of revenge had given place to
other and better thoughts for all of
which the major's baby was entirely re
sponsible.
One beautiful Saturday afternoon in
the autumn of '79, a group of school
girls were gathered at the major's gate
an ! in their midst was the major’s baby.
Right royally the little queen was hold
ing her court. Pedro saw all that as he
came on with his basket.
S :ddeniy a shout of warning was
heard, and pistol shots were fired at
Mayor Weed’s house, just two doors
above the major’s.
“Mad dog! Mad dog!” shouted half
a d zeu voices.
The frightened girls turned to see
the vicious brute only a few steps from
them, and ran screaming townrd3 the
major's h use.
The major’s wife met them at the
door.
“Oh, Mrs. Deal—a mad dog!”
The young moihers face was deathly
pale, and without a word she ran toward
the gate.
B Tore reaching the gate, however,
she saw that her baby was safe, and she
recognized Pedro. He had placed the
child carefully upon the grass just in
side the gate, and then closed the gate.
Then the dog had attacked Pedro.
The huge maddened brute was biting
savagely. The blood was flowing free
ly lrotn the old man’s arms and hands,
and from an ugly wound in the cheek.
Pedro was nearly exhausted, and his
feeble blows with a knife availed but
tittle. The mother had picked up her
baby and was watching the contest in
an agony of suspense. Throwing ail his
strength with his blow, the old man
drove his knife to the hilt in the dog’s
throat, and as the brute lay foaming and
writhing at his feet, the old man
dropped his knife and leaned wearily
against the gate. A group of people
soon gathered about him, and the
majors wife called his name, but the
old man paid no attention. As he rested
the baby’s hands were upon his bowed
head.
“Pedro,” again said the major’s wife.
Slowly the old man raised his head.
He didn’t see the young mother, or the
people around him; he saw
baby. He took the child’s hands
own a moment, and then turned away.
Picking up his empty basket, the old
man started toward his home. They
were all Pedro's friends now, and fjf.c
offered to carry him homo in a wagon,
and another to carry his basket, but the
old man shook his head. So he went
all alone, and they, watched him until
he was lost to sight.
Dead or alive he was never seen
again.
Before night everybody in Beachton
knew how Pedro had saved Baby
Maud’s life, at what must inevitably be
the cost of his own.
The major was off at court, aud was i
to be home on the 12 o’clock train. The j
night was dark and lowering, and the
major had barely reached his home be- \
fore the storm came in all its fury. It |
was a fearful storm. The heavens were j
flashiag continuously, and the thunder
rolled in deafening peals. The j
sain felL in floods, and unceasingly. The |
wind howled and shrieked like a thing !
of life; the houses rocked aud tottered
upon their foundations, and all that
night not a soul slept iu Beachton.
Next morning the storm slacked, and
gradually the wind died out. The ram
continued to fall for a few hours, but
by noon it had ceased. Soon after din- j
ner the major put on his rubber boots
and waded through the mud to the
mayor's home. Tfyen the mayor put on
his rubber boots, and together they
went to Dr. Elder, the deacon’s. May
be the deacon didn’t have any rubber
boots, for ho simply tucked his trousers
into his boot., and they all went to
gether to Pedro’s home.
The major was a few steps in advance
where the path ended at the top of the
cliff as he stopped and looked almost
straight down upon the ledtre where
Pedro’s home had been since '39.
As he looked the major’s face paled,
; and uttering an exclamation of surprise
he pointed downward to the ledge.
The parson and the major looked,
too, and not a word was spoken.
Pedro’s home was gone.
The waves had given and the waves
had taken away.—[Atlanta Constitution.
Hoping for a Storm.
Wife: “I do hope it will rain to-mor
row. If it is a pleasant day, that stu
pid Mrs. Bentley will be sure to make
one of her tiresome calls.”
Husband: “Well, I think it will; my
corns pain mo frightfully.”
Wife: “Oh, I’m delignted.”—[B zar.
CHILDREN’S COLUMN.
“Hop Out Your Mow.”
One day a lazy farmer’s boy
Was hoeing out llie corn.
And moodily had listened long
To hear the dinner horn.
The Welcome blast was heard at last,
And down he dropped his hoe;
But the good man shouted in iiis ear,
“My boy, hoe out your row!”
Although a “hard oneil was the row,
To use a plowman’s phrase, •
And the lad, as the sailors have it,
Beginning well to “haze”—
“I can,” said he, and manfully
He seized again his hoe;
An i the good man smile 1 to sea
The boy boe out his row.
Tue text the I d remembered,
And proved the moral well,
That perseverance to the end
At last will nobly tell,
Take courage, man! resolve you can,
And strike a vigorous blow;
In life’s great Held of varied toil
Always boe out your row.
A » Og* l*a s-ty.
The little daughter of an Albany law
yer recently gave a dog party in honor
of her dog Dandy. Her parents tried
to dissuade her when she uufoidod
her plan, but it was of no avail. "She
said “her doggy” knew as much. a 3 a
person and must have a party. So the
invitations were written to ten other*
doggies in this manner: “Miss or Mrs.
Bessie ,” “Mr. Jack or Toby
The dogs arrived in the afternoon, ac
companied by their little mistresses.
The fact that one of the canine guests
pitched upon and whipped his “hostess”
simply lent excitement to the event.
The dogs were parted, cuffjd soundly
by their little owners and made to be
have thereafter. After a good time
romping about the eleven canines were
set about the table in high chairs, each
with a napkin tied about his or her
throat. They ate off plates and went
through the courses with a gusto. They ’
all ate their dessert, for what little girl
owns a dog that doesn’t “love candy?”
The party broke up at dusk.—[Albanv
(N. Y.) Journal.
—Tlie, King n! Aji.iin.
Young Alphonso XIII., the iafanl
king of Spain, can now walk by hold
ing on to his mother’s or the nurse’s
hand. He is taken care of by his ama
or nurse, his aya or governess, and a
host of servants, and yet the other day
he was lost in the palace! The regent
was with her ministers, while the royal
children were playing alone in the
room, when the princess ran off, leav
ing his majesty sitting with his toys on
the floor. The queen was called, and
the palace was in a terrible state of ex
citement, for the king was missing.
The nurses hurried back to "the play
room, but they could not-find Alphonso
XIII. The princesses, who were found
in a gallery close by, could not tell
what had become of the brother. The
palace was searched high and low. The
queen was disfcractwl and kept lushing
from room to
did not turn iap.
At last they heard a noise and kick
ing in a cupboard. It was quickly
opened, and there sat his majesty. He
must have crawled in after his sister
had gone, intending to play at hide-and
seek, when the door closed on him in
some way. —[Court Journal.
I*or|»oi«e« at Play.
Mr. Colbeck, writing of his cruise
upon the Black Sea, describes, in an
entertaining manner, the antics of the
porpoises as he watched them from the
steamer’s deck. The playfulness and
agility of the porpoise in these seas
were very conspicuous. A shoal tum
bling in tho distance, to port or star
board, and sometimes far astern, would
become aware of the presence of a ves
sel, and, skimming alongside with in
credible speed, dart one over another,
and finally reach the bows; then a ma
rine game would begin, beautiful and
exciting to behold.
Turning from side to side, and some
times completely over, the porpoises
would dart, now rising above the wavo
to take in a fresh stock of air, and then
diving completely under the bows, and
appearing on the other side, apparently
as lull of frolic as fish could be.
With delicate precision they would
regulate their speed to that of the ves
sel, allowing the vessel sometimes to
touch the tips of their tails, and then,
as if their joy was exuberant, too
much to contain,dart away at five times
the speed of tho come skim
ming back again to meet her.
When the porpoise is seen breaking
the w'ater from a distance it has all the
appearance of a very lazy
creature. But when seen in
clear seas, completely under water, the
gracefulness and velocity of its motion,
explained partly by the perfect curve
of its bedy, either way, to the tapering
nose and tail, cannot be surpassed. It
reminds one or the sweep of a gannet
when it sights tho prey.
The Moustache.
Were it not for the moustache—above
all for the absence of the moustache—
the human race would indubitably rise
to heights now unknowr in song or
story. This is an official st itement, but,
nevertheless, perfectly trui and reliable.
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
Obi Books Made New.
Why should the housewife sit scowling
over those old books, as the covers, at
least, can lie made to look “e’en as good
as new” by applying with .a brush a coat
of chrotno varnish, which is made by dis
solving one ounce of gum mastic in three
quarters of a pint of turpentine. For
books whose covers: are too dilapidated
to renew take two pieces of black ribbon
and cover the backs, first piecing on a
layer of wadding. Fasten the back and
sides together with some fancy stitch in
embroidery silk of a contrasting color
Line the inside of the covers with tinted
silk, and oa the centre of the outside
front, paint or transfer some neat design.
A gold or silver cord neatly sewed
around the edge is u great improvement,
i almost transformed a volume nearly 200
years old with a few bits of ribbon and
transfer picture. —D troit Free Prat,
Seasonable Salads.
The best vegetables from which to
make salads at this season of the year are
asparagus, lettuce, turnips, dandelion,
spinach, kale, chicory, watercress and
potatoes, all of which should be crisped
and freshened in coot water, carefully
shaken dry and shredded with the fingers
instead of being tutor chopped with a
knife.
Many housekeepers have an idea that
salads are troublesome and expensive,
and are therefore deterred from preparing
them. This is a mistake, for nothing is
simpler if a few details are attended to.
In this country a Mayonaise dressing
is frequently served with vegetables
when used as salads, but foreigners pre
fer a simple French dressing of pepper,
salt, oil and vinegar, and it is decidedly
better for dinner where meat or rich food
is partaken of. The French, who are
accomplished in the art of making good
salads, use garlic as a flavoring instead
of onion, but very sparingly.
•Tarragona vinegar gives lettuce and
other spring salads a delicious flavor.
Nasturtium blossoms also have a piquant
flavor, besides making a beautiful gar
nish for vegetable salads. Either of the
following dressings may be used for veg
etable salads:
French Salad Dressing—Mix thor
oughly three tablespoons of olive oil, a
mustard spoonful of salt, a pinch of
pepper, and five or six drops of lemon
juice, add two tab espooufuls of vinegar,
beat a minute and pour over the salad.
Mayonnaise Dressing—Put the raw
yolks of two eggs in a cold bowl, beat
we[l, add a teaspoonful salt, a pinch of
cayenne pepp'er and half a teaspoonful
of mustard; work well together and add
drop by drop a half-pint ot olive oil.
Sfcir rapidly and steadily while adding
the oil, and care must be taken not t(J
revere the motion', or the dressing may
curdle. Then add a few drops of lemon
juice .to the mixture, and thin to the
proper consistency with vinegar. If
kept in a cool place this dressing will
keep a week. Courier-Journal.
Recipes.
Fried Hgg Plant. After peeling
the egg plant cut in slices one-half inch
thick, pepper and salt them, and lay
one slice upon the other, leaving them
to stand tery or twelve hours. Drain off
the liquor, dip fn flour and fry brown.
Cream Pie. Take one pint of milk,
one heaping tablespoouful of flour, three
tablespoonfuls of sugar, one tablespoon
ful of butter, two eggs and flavor to
taste. Bake with one crust, the same as
a custard pie. Beat the whites of the
eggs to a siff froth, spread over the pie
after it is baked, and brown in the
oven.
Potatoes Stewed atj Gratis. Cut
boiled potatoes, while still warm, in
neat small-sized pieces; cover them with
hot milk, and add salt, white pepper,
and a little butter for seasoning. Sim
mer in the milk ten minutes, then fill au
gratin tins with the stewed potatoes,add
a top layer of grated crumbs, and bake
a delicate brown. Some like a little
grated cheese mixed with the-bread
crumbs. They are served at dinner as
well as breakfast cooked in this man
ner.
Strawberry Charlotte. Make a
custard of the yolks of six eggs, one
quart of sweet milk, sugar, and flavor to
suit the taste. Boil and set aside to cool.
Fill a glass dish w ith alternate layers of
berries and sponge cake dipped in cream;
sweeten the layers of berries as they are
put in the dish. When the custard is
cool, pour over the w hole. Beat the
white of the eggs w r ith with a tablespoon
ful of sugar—to a stiff' froth—and heap
high over the top of the custard. This
fs delicious.
Sweetbreads with Tomato Sauce.
—Select two good-sized veal sweet
breads. Parboil them and throw them
into cold water. Let them remain ten
minutes, then remove the skin and all
tough membrane. Dip in beaten egg,
then in cracked flour seasoned with
pepper and salt. Put in a frying pan a
tablespoonful of sw r eet butter. When it
is hot and brown, but not burned, place
the sweetbreads in the pan. Let them
browui quickly on both sides. Put in
the pan a few spoonfuls of bouillon,
cover closely, and let steam on the back
of range until tender. Boil half a can
of tomatoes fifteen minutes. Add a cup
ful of wuiter, and thicken with butter
and fiour mixed. Strain through a
fine strainer, season to taste, and, when
sweetbreads are ready to serve, pour the
sauce over them.
Tomato Soup. Always use cold
water in making all soups; skim well,
especially during the first hour. There
is a great necessity for thorough skim
ming, and to help the scum rise, pour in
a little cold water now' and then, and as
the soup reaches the'boiling point, skim
it off. Use salt at first sparingly, and
season with salt and pepper; allow one
quart of soup to three or four persons.
For tomato soup allow one gallon of
stock made from nice fresh beef to three
quarts of fresh tomatoes; remove the
skin and cut out the hard center, put
through a fine sieve, and add to the
stock: make a paste of butter and flour,
and, when the stock begins to boil, stir
in half a teacup of the paste, taking care
not to have it lumpy; boil twenty min
utes, seasoning with salt and pepper to
taste. Two quarts of the canned toma
toes will answer.
It is said there is a strong likeness be
tween Mrs. Ashton Dilke, the English
reformer, and Mrs. Cleveland, and the
lady from over the sea is immensely
pleased it. _
HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS.
The Evening lamp.
A newspaper joker says: "And while
the lamp holds out to burn there is no
danger of the average servant girl taking
the trouble to fill it.” Lamps are trou
blesome things. No matter how perfect
they are in the beginning, or how many
hundred thousand candle power the
light is Warranted to he, the day will
soon come when the lamp-wick obsti
nately refuses to be’turned up iu an or
derly manner. It will seem firmly
wedged at one side, while the other
runs up in a point, causing weariness
and vexation of spirit. To overcome
this depravity take a new wick, draw
out a single thread near the selvage, and
it wHI be found quite tractable when in
troduced into the burner. The cogs
will take it up properly, and it will ap
pear in good form aud give aa even
flame when lighted.
Home Made Chair Bottoms.
We lately visited some old acquaint
ances, says the American Agriculturist ,
and soon discovered that the chairs in
most request were three, the bottoms ol
which had been replaced by one of the
daughters. The chairs were originally
cane seated. When these gave way the
bottom was taken out. Straps made by
quiltiug together, on a machine, four
thicknesses of heavy bed ticking, were
passed around the piece ito which the
canes had been fastened, and made se
cure. Eight such straps were used, four
at right angles to the others These sup
ported a cushion, made a little larger
than the chair frame. A row of fringe
hid the pieces over which passed tlie
straps. The cushion was fastened to the
straps. The chairs were easier than those
with the rigid cane seats, and had been
reseated longer than a year, yet the new
seats were apparently good for a longer
period of wear iu addition.
Stale Bread.
Wilh a little care on the part of the
housekeeper every scrap of stale bread
can be made available. All the crusts
and small pieces should be spread iu a ,
pan and dried slowly in a warm oven.
When they are perfectly dry put them
into a small bag made of ticking or can
vas and pound them fine with a wooden
mallet. Sift them and put them in glass
jars. They will keep for months, and
can be used for breading meat, fish, cro
quettes, etc.
Another way of using these dried
scraps is to roll them until they break in
rather coarse crumbs. They arc then
nice to eat with a bowl of milk, for in
stance, or tea.
Cut all the crust from a loaf of stale
bread, and then tear the loaf in long, thin
pieces. Spread these in a large pan,
only one layer deep, and place iu a hot
oven. When they are crisp and brown,
which will be in six or seven minutes if
the oven be very hot, send them to the
table with thin slices of cheese. This
dish » nice just before dessert. Fre
quently it is served with the coffee.
Take a quantity of slices of dry bread.
Dip them quickly one by one in a bowl
of cold water. Place them in a large
dripping pan, having only one layer at a
time. Then set the pan in a hot oven.
In ten minutes the bread will be brown
and crisp. Place on a warm plate and
cover with a warm napkin. Serve at
once with a little broiled smoked salmon
or salt cod. This c|ish is a good one for
luncheon or tea.
After sprinkling stale rolls or biscuit
with cold water place them iu a pan and
cover them with a second pan. Set in a
moderately warm oven for twelve min
utes, aud they will seem almost as good
as if freshly baked.
Put a loaf of stale bread in a deep pan
and, after covering it with another pan,
set it in a moderately hot oven for
twenty minutes. At the end of that
time take it from the pan and set it on
on end to cool. This bread will cut
like a fresh louf.
Cut all the crusts from a. loaf of stale
bread and put the loaf in a steamer. Set
it over a kettle of boiling water for
twenty minutes, and serve at once with
a sauce which has been made in the
meantime by the following recipe: Put
three cupfuls of boiling water in a stew,
pan, and place the pan on the stove.
Mix three tablespoonfuls of flour with
half a cupful of cold water and stir the
mixture into the boiling water. Con
tinue stirring for two minutes. Now
add half a nutmeg, grated; the yellow
rind of a lemon, grated, and also two
cupfuls of sugar. Boil for twelve min
utes, then add two tablespoonfuls of
butter and the juice of the lertion. Cut
the steamed bread in slices with a sharp
knife and pour a generous supply of
sauce on each side as it is served. This
is a nice dessert when there are children
in the family.
Do isgr.iddle cakes are made with
stale brt .d. Soak a pint aud a half of
stale bread in a pint of milk for ten or
twelve hours. Keep the mixture in a
warm place, where it will sour slightly.
At the end of ten or twelve hours rub it
through a sieve. Beat into the sifted
mixture one teaspoonful of salt, * two
tablespoonfuls of sugar, half a pint of
sifted flour and a slight grating of naat
meg. Dissolve one teaspoonful of soda
in half a gill of milk. Add this liquid
and two well beaten eggs to the mixture.
These griddle cakes require a little longer
t.nae to cook than the common batter
cakes.— Nro York Herald.
Recipes.
tiTR ‘.WberrtPudding Sauce. —Cream
together one-half teacupful of fresh but
ter, and one teacupful of sugar, the
beaten white of one egg and one large
teacupful of thoroughly crushed straw
berries. Nice to serve with bread pud
ding.
Potato Chowder. —Take six large
potatoes, one onion, one quart of milk,
one tablespoonful of butter, two ounces I
of salt pork and one egg. Cut the pork !
in small pieces and fry; add the potatoes
and onions sliced, cover with boiling ;
water and cook until potatoes are ten- |
der; add the milk scalded and the ;
seasoning, and lastly the egg beaten !
light.
Lamb and Pea Stew. —Cut the breast j
of lamb in pieces and place in a stew
pan, with water enough to cover it.
Stew for twenty minutes aud take off
the scums, add a quart of shelled or
canned peas with a tablespoonful of salt
and let stew for half an hour. Mix a ■
quarler of a pound of butter and a
tablespoonful of flour and stir into the
stew; let simmer five minutes, season
and serve with dumplings.
THE PICKET COUNTED NINE.
It was a Miscount, but a Gleaming
Dagger Made llie Correction.
[From the Detroit Free Tress.]
As the sun went down and darkness
began to creep over the face of the
earth the angry artillery died away and
the crackle of musketry was less spite
ful. For a while the lighting on the
extreme right hung on, to settle the
question of who should occupy the old
ear ill works, but at length dead silence
fell upon the whole field.
Silence? No! It was silence com
pared to the awful roar of the long after
noon, but it was a silence broken by the
screams aud groans and prayers of
wounded men—by the movements of
wagons and artillery—by the subdued
voices of 75,000 men as they camped for
the night without fire, and anxiously
debated the chances for the morrow.
The sergeant inarches oil' to the left at
the head of half a dozen men. He drops
a man at “Post No. 1," and gives him
whispered instruction. It is the same
at posts 2,3, 4, etc., until the last man
lms been stationed.
There must be vigilant, wakeful men
between friends and foes while the long
night wears away.
“Post No. G” is under a great beech,
tree. Shot and shell have scarred and
riven its trunk, aud shot and shell have
scattered and riven its thick limbs. A
quarter of a centaary hence this tree will
bear witness to tiie terrible struggle of
to-day.
“From this tree to the edge of that
thicket, and tlae countersign is “Jus
tice,’ ” whispered the sergeant, and as
he passes on tlae picket takes up his
beat. He counts as he passes them by
—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight. What? Corpses! They are ly
ing on the grass so near the path he
travels that he can touch any of them
with his foot. There are others to the
right and left, further away. It was
here that the enemy charged a battery—
here our heroes rallied to preserve it,
Grape-shot and canister, bullet ami bay
onet, found victims there. Some lay as
if asleep, worn oaat with the tremendous
conflict—others raved and prayed and
cursed God and man before death re
leased them fa-om their sufferings.
The picket counts them as he walks,
and a sigh escapes lais lips. To-morrow
night some sentinel may number his
mutilated corpse with others on the
same meadow. To-morrow night the
autumn winds may vainly seek to rouse
him from his death sleep.
From tree to thicket and turn. From
thicket to tree and turn. He must
watch and listen and be on his gaaard,
but by and by he finds time to count
again. One—two—three—four — five—
six—seven—eight—nine ! What! He
counted only eight before! IVas he
mistaken, or can the dead of the battle
field creep and crawl ? Six—seven—
eight—nine ! Yes, there are nine. In
the darkness he had made a mistake.
Nine! Well, what matters one more
or one less corpse upon a field of bat
tle?
To the tree and turn. To the thicket
and turn. As he heads for the tree again
the ninth corpse assumes a sitting posi
tion and looks after him. A moment
later it struggles up, and a figure goes
creeping after the picket. The grass on
the meadow is thick and matted. liis
footfalls give out no sound. Softly—
softly—silent as the shadow of death—
creeping—creeping, and now he is close
upon the lone picket. There is a gleam
of steel in the darkness—a swift and
powerful blow, and he who was placed
to watch will watch no more.
Through the gaps the spies will pour
in and skulk about the camps; a regi
ment will be silently advanced to the
key position; the ghouls will scent plun
der and creep aap to rob the dead.
The picket had counted, “seven—
eight—nine !”
There is no missing fioipse. The num
ber has beeia made good 1
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