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Show It? Had he not wished and Intended to hum up hie family and be reunited babies to the children who had when he saw them last? And here he hnd stumbled across them without the them and Across least trouble. across bis own monument! Where's your mother? he asked In s whisper, not daring to look behind OLD ADVERTISEMENTS ba Sanaa of the Queer Ones of a Ceotary Ago. In the Lenox library,, among Its col- him. Out working. her an the children, ns well as myself, by cornin' back, it ain't so much of a . a ju prodigal son business. A deserter! A deserter! The vagabond woke from an uneasi-dreaIn which all the people in the car seemed pointing scornful fingers at him and hissing that title of reproach In his ear. He atarted as the conductor laid a hand on hla shoulder, to say sternly: Wake up, You you, or I'll put you off the car. disturb everybody with your mutter-lug- fc, blue-uniform- ed s. MW mmk) livin, who did It If there's any honor to anybody In a feller like me lx in' round anywheres. You sec. It's different with me; 1 used to be In in tber army myself." He hurried nut Hie words half In ft nr, half bravado, as though flinging a challenge, and then, with a sharp iudrawing of his breath, narrowly watched liis coinpaniou as though dreading their effect. - -- , 4- - v But his henrer was a man without T1ihk?' he asked. IndifIIE van'll name curiosity. was Matt, and it ferently, and returned, as though he suited him. Great bud no Interruption to the subject of! Is the conjuring his former monologue: "Yes. it's as; 1 say. be thmwin' about the country lower of names. a few years an you ain't good for for of dozens J-Z- . Alter knowing else an' you don't ask fer nothnothin' flat-- i men whose characters Man looked like a minister else. in' we Idea ly contradict the come along this here square just y names the maocliae with n jawed me bout 'bracin' iid an' g undlarern-Ingiven them by cln' some use in flier coinrniiiierty r.n' sponsors in baptism, all that. 'Here.' he says, 'I'll give you Ideas, ire still cling to those address of a barer of charity in this the waverand to us Tom Is a where they're anxious to put Individual, Joe city weak-knefellers like you on farms in the ing, pranksome west.' I.aws. lie might as well saved a reckless. suggests fellow whose heart Is In the right his breath to cool his pudilin'. I've get both place and his tongue hung loose at ther card, lint liter harer'll never git ends, and John suggests the picture of me. tillin u 'ready? Well, s'long; we a steady, aolld, sober personage, who may ternight on this agin; seems a bit of a prig until we tlilnk f 1 don't expect tpr go nowhere else if aban him creates about tlicr copk leaves me alone. Henry, who alniostiluuo of solutely Intolerable Maylie we will and maybe not. Ive moral and spiritual suobbishuesu. got folks here in Philadelphia, an its half likely I may look 'cm up. An He whom name of Matt fated him unaitrountable tremhling had come inbetter than the shabby, shoddy gar- to Barlows voice as he answered an-.ments which hung about him In dispir- Into his feet as lie shuffled off with an ited folds was short and square set and air remotely imitating energy, and into his fingers as he ran them down instooping. Yet he was not so old as age goes to his coat pocket and drow out a dingy Yet he was not so old as ags goes liockeihook. besides as flat as a pressed only 85, and as he told the man wl.o autumn leaf. He took out an equally occupied the same bench, he had only dingy piece of newspaper and studied been on the rood for ten years. the words printed on It as thoughtfully Tve been trampin it for nigh on lo an though he hud not known them by fifteen, aaid hia companion, a man ot heart for s mouth or more: about hla own age, but whose draw If John Barlow, of Northumberland and person presented an appeurance of county. Fa., sometime a resident of even more acute forlornlly. Surely, 110 Philadelphia, will rommunirate with two more unsightly human blots ever the undersigned he will hear something disfigured a landscape than these, who to hfs advantage. The name and adlounged untidily on the benches ot dress of the American representative Washington square, bliud to the blue nt a well known English law firm foland gold brightness of the early morn- lowed. ing of one of the first Memorial Days this city ever celebrated. Now and "It means some o them English rethen smart blue coated soldiers, with lations o course, mused Matt Barlow pinks In their button holes, either sing- as ha had used a dozen times before. ly or In groups or two or three, stepped 1 lister hear Grandfather Barlow talk rapidly through the square, too Intent of money that had oughter come to vs on reaching the rendezvous where they from the other aide by rights, but never were to assemble for llie grand parade nothin to come of it. Wonexpected to waste a glance on the two vagabonds der if Lucy seen It? Wonder If " and who had met.fraternized and exchanged then the thoughts which gathered eiperiences and confidences within the pace of the last half hour. v ' L, ye-t'd- It had been a good many years since Matt Barlow had allowed himself to recall exactly why It was that he was wandering homeless about the country Indifferent to the fact that his family must mourn him as dead, or why it was that he half hujicd that they did so mourn him. But it was all wakwithin him under the Influing. waking ence of the day, together with the new desirf he had vaguely formed to take a fresh start in life. When, a half hour later, he stood in the densely packed crowd in the cemetery and waited for the ceremonies of Decoration day to begin, he strained Ills eye to see the inscription on the huge obelisk, half buried In floral tokens, around which the guard of honor stood, 1ut the sun was In his eyes. Of course it was the sun. What soldiers is that monument raised to. sissy?'' he asked, huskily, of a tall girl of - or i:i. who stood beside him, bolding a smaller boy by the hand. 'To the imperishable memory of Hie heroes of I he - th Pennsylvania Volunteers, who fell in defense of their country. thiu shaft is creeled." read the girl in a ch'iif voice. "Them's the survivors.'' she added In kindly explanation. as the sound of the hand and the flutter of the red. white and blue, banner was dimly discerned in the distance. "coming to lay flowers on it and make speeches. to-d- ay 1- She cleans offices, mother does, an' she couldnt afford to lake off, cause It's desperate hard to get along anyhow, she says, and In the girl'e tone of genMalty! tle rebuke there was a familiar cadence he wondered at himself for not noRousing himself, he ticing before. said to her tentatively: . How do you know your father's dead? Maybe he'll come back some day with a lot of money and make you all rich. He'd Dora Matilda shook her head. have come back to us before this, she He was reported said confidently. missing after the battle of Bull Run and mother says she's sure hes dead. She says, too, that she'd rather he'd left us what he did on example of being brave and willing to die for the Union than hundreds of gold and silver dollars. Your mother ain't married again, then? Surely it was Lucy's own self In the liHiighty flinging back of the head and the answer which rung proudly out, "Certainly not!" to-d- ay Thu down. deserter suddenly set the boy Something bore too heavily on his shoulders. It was that great shaft of stone, his monument. The band kept on pretending to play patriotic songs, hut really beating the air with the refrain, Honor gone, alla gone! Had he dreamed of something be was to bring to these children, by answering the advertisement which was to lead him. perhaps, to unlimited wealth and comfort? What wealth, what comfort could replace to them or to him - the heroic image which his return would blot oul from their young mind? The ten years of poverty which bail been bitter to him hod been sweet to them with a sweetness he could never know again. Let them work and toil on. and even If they tasted the bitterness of starvation or death, it would be better than anything he could give them, who, as the martial music kept reminding him, had better never hare been born! uble-iaidi- cil ed ini Sister works too." the boy prattled in a factory, and she saves money through the year to buy flowers for Decoration Day. Then when all the folks have gone away we put them on on, la-nc- father's monument Matt Barlow reached out hla hands toward the bunch of limp roses and fading mignonette which the girl held, then as suddenly withdrew it. Keep 'em, he said gruffly, almost violently. I l Fifteen years at trampin la as good continued the first Seems as If a meditatively. speaker, man gits it inter his bones by then, an It wouldnt be any good for his own self to want ter slop It, let alone other folks. Now, Id been on the road fer five years when this war business broke out. Directly It rame I went to Canady. 1 wasn't goin ter take no chances. 1 didnt see nothin of it. nor care nothin fer It. an' wen It was over I come back and bummed about the country 801110. without Audio' things much changed anyways from what they was before. That's why 1 don't lake so interest in this here racket over Decoration Day." At that moment tlm thrilling music of the fife and drum, as a sinnll detachment ot soldiers wended their way down Walnut street, flashing the Stars and Stripes in the eyes of the spectators who instantly collected at doors and windows, sounded In vivid contrast to his speech, and In Matt Barlow's dull face there flickered a faint sparkle I don't feel that way.1 of surprise. he said, hesitatingly; I'm kinder glad theres braver men than you an me something had gotten into his voice .and made ft elmost Inaudtblo to fight for the country we're bummln' round In; on I'm goln out to the cemeteries do heuor to the soldiers, deed an as a hundred. ter "DIED FOR HIS COUNTRY. Malt Barlow shook so that he was forced to steady himself by graspnig the shoulder of the small boy, wbo gazed up at him with a wondering face which struck soma faint chord of recognition within him. They wont know me, be muttered to himself In Lucy herself, nor quavering accents. my own mother wouldnt know me as I look now. An, anyhow, they couldn't do nothin' to me. thought I wanted one, but I don't That evening, as the stars and the gas lamps began to twinkle in unequal rivalry over Washington square, the man wbo had been sleeping heavily on one of Its benches opened his eyes In response to a alight shake. Instinctively he felt in his pocket for his pipe while he inquired laconically: Back? Yce, said Barlow, closing his lips tightly. But as has been Bald the other was a man without curiosity, and he asked no other question than: "Havent got a bit of paper I could light my pipe with, have you? Yes, 1 have. A crumpled news-- , paper slip was taken from his pocket-bootwisted up and tossed to the man on the bench, and then Matt asked: Say, if you aint going to use that card, could I have it? What cord? Oh. the charity burer thing! Ye ain't goln out west on a farm, are you? Might us well be dead as workiu, an buried as on a farm." k, The tune played was, (o him. not Marching Through Georgia, but Honor gone, all's gone; Better never have been born. over and over. The tattered battle flags carried with reverent hands above the heads of the marching ranks, almost as the host Is carried in Old World religious processions, made his heart first burn within him, then sicken at the thought that hla place should not havs been here among those who watched it from afar off. Either with them or them! he p; thought fiercely, first glancing at the d ranks of soldiers, then tall the at gray shaft, which seemed a finger to write on the skies its witness to the glory of the fallen members of the th Pennsylvania Volunteers. Some distraction from the thoughts of the moment wae absolutely necessary. He picked up the boy. saying to his sister, Bub here cant see, way down on the ground,' and swung him to his shoulder. The boy smiled friendly wise into the rough face and remarked with a wavering sweep- of his forefinger: Tbats my father's monument. WAS IN THE ARMY MYSELF. I AM DEAD. "Your fathers, hey?" round that name bccume of a character I am dead an' buried. said Matl Yes. He was the bravest man In not to be uttered aloud to a drink Barlow, slowly. An got a monumeni th Pennsylvania. My mother raised over me. sodden, frowsy tramp, even If ho hap- the pened to be oneself. As he waited on tells us so often, lie died for his counPhiladelphia Tress. try." the corner for the crawling horse-cWho was your father?" Struck which amply met Philadelphia's deRarer Than CSnlri. to in for mand 1874, he did again by that dim resemblance rapid transit Contentment la better thai Gobnng someone he had known, he asked the mutter a few words audibly: boy. My Boy It ought tt my wealth, react She'll queer at first it she ain't question, half shrinking from the is a be. It sight harder to get mighty married again yes, there aint no ply. Jot Barer dreaming what it wouh Truth. dovbt but shell act queer. But I kin be. make her understand that at first It liar Hama. Matthew Barlow, an' my nam much aa my life was worth to was do you call your wifi Hewitt Why turn up anywheres, and then, when the Matthew Barlow, but here Indie war was over, twas too late; she lng the girl "ain't Bhee Sore 1 Chance? Jewett Havent you heard a mans having a fightlag ehanaef S wouldnt have had me, Lucy wouldnt! tllda, after her aunt" Wet I, sad whereto lar the kerrer But now thst I him bring somsthiag to eheage. lection of early American newspapers, is an Interesting file ol the New Jersey Gazette for the year 1781, 1782 and a portion of 1783, up to July 16 of the latter year, when, on nccount of the large amount of unpaid debts which tho editor doloriuusly laments, the palter suspended publication, says the In Its somewhat New York Times. limited advertising columns It Is decidedly amusing to read accounts of negro slaves offered for sale and rewards for the rapture of runaways, and It brings the fact home very forcibly that it is not so very long ego when slaves were regarded aa nothing unusual In our own vicinity. The following Interesting description of a runaway appears in the Gazette of Jan. 17. 1781 the paper, It may be said, was published in Trenton: . Two Thousand Dollars Reward itan away this evening from the subscriber a negro wencli named Maria, alias Anioritatta; she is about 34 years of age, tall and well made, ber face long and features more regular than are common with her color. Sho had on. or took with her, a pale blue and white short liascy gown and petticoat, almost new, a petticoat of tow linen, a pair of mens shoes, good shifts of brown homespun linen, and aprons of the same. It is supposed she will endeavor to get Into the Jerseys, as she came from thence, and once lived with Mr. Thomas Lowrey of Fleir.ington.but it Is suspected she is lurking In this city or concealed by some free negroes. She also took with her her female child, named Jane, about 4 years old, well made, fat, round faced and lively; had on or took with her a blue and white linsey frock. Whoever will deliver the said wench and child to the subscriber in Philadelphia shall have the above reward. Jchn Duffleld. N. B. All persons are forbid to harbor her at their peril. Another advertisement In the same number upon this subject of slaves is as follows: A mulatto slave to 1 sold or exchanged for a negro woman, girl or boy; he Is about 30 years of age, strong, healthy and active; is a complete farmer, a good second hand in a smith's shop, can tend a saw or grist mill, understands taking rare of horses and driving carriage. Inquire of the printer. This mixed advertisement also appears in the same number, and Its style seems rather ludicrous now, although newspafrequently seen in the pers: "To be sold for want of employ only, or hired by the year, sundry negroes, of different ages, sexes and qualities, all good in their kind. Also a good feather bed and bolster, a handsome set of bed and window curtains, a pair of rose blankets and a rug, to be disposed of together at a reasonable rate for cash. An elegant set of tea table china complete and a few half dozens of cups and saucers; also green handled ivory knives and forks. Inquire of the print- aw Frlandi and Old. New friends can never take the same pluce in our lives as the old. The former may be better liked for the time, their society may have even more attraction, but in a way they are strangers. If through change of circumstances they go out of our lives they These latter-da- y go out of it altogether. friendships have no root, as It were. Their growth Is like Jonah's gourd overshadowing, perhaps, and expansive, but all on the surface; whereas an old friend remains a friend forever. Although, separated for an Indefinite period and not seen for years, if a chance happening brings old comrades together, they resume the old relation e In the most natural manner and take up the former lines as easily as if there had been no break or interruption of the intimate Intercourse of auld lang syne. battle-scarre- - ar i iney are ror me. rropie gro' er these friends and associates of are apt to be more appreciated ai relations are oftentimes resume have been suffered to langul many years. These links with the past tc chain that, next to the ties of makes one of the strongest relatl social life. Although pessimists dotinre friendship is a myth and wh called intimates are people who e together for amusement or self.Jn tho very fact that there is this t of especial kindness for old time elates proves that there l8 si thing as sentiment lndepen,ie considerations worldly Tribune. Had Joined Clerk "Sir, theChnrrh. Ive Joined the church " glad to hear it; been a member for some years; ipsiya splendid thing ,and Yet trand will you get aome other clerk le sell those pure spices now ! Adams Freeman. Groeeiw-Rig- ht - |