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Show th. the. ein. A ves, tumn runs, 'ry Kefl and Beaver Wed- J;,deii who, though grown to spite years t.he fact that he was but 16 old, and the position to assigned ho.iTa8 ln the top of a tree Eagle M of old live iv ho t.'U't ime ?lve put of mm : The t in he iiue, ireil nod be one the ids. he ins and y, iere ted dor i5ht I far eh the nations. cll1rry commanded the low ground or nBrlatn, fair and lively swale over which the Union must make their way to reachtroops check by har relatione. Mcousin big and cPhersons wood 3. What followed is neighbor le a e best told in his own words: 'Ccems somehow or other, "1 had been In top perhaps JfZwot always live as now. hair an hour whenthethetree Wisconsin Tegi-memother! came charging across the low rtlTlHive to leave her ground toward the woods, and had proudly noble eagle w enusln-made a couple of shots, when the party f officers rode up on the little knoll tfher heaver coyly eyes him, i and halted. came, a lover, to her doors "uld not despise him. I was trying to make up my mind her which deatlny-' reads one 1 should try for when my she ibv Richland wondrous story lieutenant appeared under the tree 'maiden. Canada will be and began observing the party through old beneath glory. Us ,hl, his field glasses, a moment later he ... may a tear of sorrow shed glanced up and said; to leave wills her; daughter Pen, do you see the tall, straight ;"0,umbi will bat the lions head man in the center of the ibe eagle weds the beaver. group? lie -- New York Sun. is evidently an officer of some high rank and is directing operations which Major-GeReynolds. threaten our line. Sight your gun at jejth of come 700 fl,lt did Its work; you may yards and see if you can reach him. on the morn-,- f I did as he told irly forty years ago but saw that those the bullet struck me, the first day of July, 1863, far short of the were spoken by a Confederate mark. and a lanky, beardless youth That was a little short, Ben, said in the jered down from his perch my lleuteuant, and after another long ranches of a cherry tree, with a and careful glance through his field still smoking In his bands, glasses he said: aiiluneously, and only 900 yards Sight her at 9uu yards this time an general, and hold steady, for we must have j gallant Union shoulders him corps leader, on whose aed the stars betokening his rank, Carefully I sighted my hole rom his horse with a bullet rifle at the range given, and, died before his i bead, and he it on a big limb, took good steadying could reach his side. aim and fired. I knew before the re,, is the story of the death of port died away, before I saw Gen. Reynolds. Pennsylvanias Reynolds fall, that the shot had been of a ed soldier son, at the opening good one, and would reach Its at battle Gettysburg, mark. jrst days who had laid I saw the horse plunge forward, by the sharpshooter published for the saw the rider sway and fall from his low, and now time. The incident has been saddle, and then heard the voice of my unvoiced, for the man who lieutenant saying: 16 years fired the a only s boy of Ben, It did its work. You may 1L shot has bitterly repented of come down now, its time for us to be sname is Benjamin Thorpe, and moving. what he s now, at the age of 66, "Not until long afterward did the crack shot of learn who It was my bullet bad In the war, h Carolina, and he still lives on brought down, and when I did learn, ucestral acres just outside the when 1 heard and read of what a great Satterwhlte. and good man and splendid soldier I ,of is not proud of his had a Thorpe brought to death, I was genuinely cvement and only to hts more I have been sorry ever since sorry. friends will he talk of the shot and when the war was over I took s from the treetop that July morn-yearoccasion to write to his lelatlvea inago. When he does speak forming them of the facts and expressregret in his ing my sorrow and regret. t there is isiisnant He regretted it the day he ,e. "I have letters from them, splendid target letters In which they tell me not to imed who tne distinguished h his bullet struck was. and he worry over It, that was the fortune of never ceased to regret t'. war, and that they could hold no ani, oaey he lives upon his big plants-mosity or hatred against a soldier boy tit only companions, except for who had fought as be believed and 'tern visitors, being a half scor simply obeyed his superior officer' gro hands and twenty gaunt and orders. He has ious looking deerhounds. It was. of course, the fortune of n married. war. hut I cannot help feeling even at day on the IP'th i f June. lM'.r,, late day that it was a cruel for this t and 11.11 lejiiousof l.ee, l,orgstrv-turn which selected me, a mere hoy been sweeping up front the South-plaino bring to his death this gallant gen in the direct kui of Geitjr-- ; c ral who had won lame and m Uni lntput upon tig the enemies' bullets ou so many the and open y of Hooker and fields. iicho.-t vallevg up the fain at and He I have read his history since. most populous cities of the North and Ins on man record, was a grand pillage. frorn all 1 have otherwise heard, and n the van were the Confederal I could undo my work gaoda of Pettigrew end Ah her, of I only wish now. itha division. Hill:; r.iros and up the Oiamherdmrg lo.vl The tarmer ho.v sharpshooter was yglng V force, on the ntornlrg oi July 1 much interested in a description of tho a aken up a roumiaudlto; pvitlon burial ground at Uancaster, Pa., where Semlrary Rides-- , la M " Gen. Reynolds and his brother. Ad f below woods an 1 about au oi 1 mi ral William Reynolds, are hurled a house which stood Just beyond Fide by ride, und of the manner In a lay the Twenty slMii No. tit Cir whuh John K. Reynolds Post. O. A. R., t Infantry, each man a whose headiptarters sre at 1226 South trained by long pracC, a Kigl th street, this city, annually to ! !'rre fmm the grave with flowGen. Revonld to; of a ta'I tree. 'd I hundred or mo.e of llo-sera. He declared Ills Intentlun of him floral tribute next Mecpshooter lay snugly hidden In the self sending is of the trees tinder oidir to morial (lay If he lived to see tt. I Union officer as t tit r cptarry. Leader. lag them and hohil.-a command-- I position on the (test of Ft unitary Thought He Meant Scott Hart-fo- r c Were of (he U'in ait'en end Chaplain Joseph Twltcholl certain !ry Under Itu'ird. I. Conn., tells a 'ory of a on coris.rnl in his regiment, a matters rs.i d at 1( ' ' ontlng of .July t, when G u. follow and a good soldier, of whom he TOoIda. then n occasion of his re-- , tin- eotumaMl.o1 was very fond. h J Corps and tic -'t of every r.oiii a dangerous sickness Colon a to have H a'o-ibis It lire, emui- va'lopl duty chaplain f. the corporal Bometehnrg rovp tn hi i,. Intis rastotal talk with In convalescing, and a id Y.Vd- - lor'it'- while he 00. in which we-Inthe washed his opportunity for it. "As Mith IVnnsvhnnin m md eat ne day saya Mr. Twltcholl, on Second WDccrsin. it:-- - Mrvd tho side .f Ills bed In the hospital tent 'O" me what brigade; pub My lie r. naeo id chatting wl'It Mm, he asked oof battle, ami as eon I told pc the tco . nmpaUn was going to he arrived noon the fi II Plt.i that I didnt know. Well, said ilof the Gen. McClellan Seminary l:e m b i.d he supisise that rge the north on end o I answered: 'Gen. I It. about ..( knows all where An her', l.'.ii.fed--brigad- MeCI Han has his plaits, of course, hut luv hidden, urd cap1 tint i,o doesnt know; things may PMltlnn. nut. ubt out as he expects. Ry Obeyiid m onrrlej tint the come know, President frr liven, Imi some lde.t of the emt the corpoial. Nu.' 1 raid. ' dmln t lie?' but rhagst,a( ftont the fuel thr.t the edher. Hu has hi. , WbconHln left r:;; d. a in the Goa. th.n mure s e nhc.l ny death roll (.f the Twenty- - he ant Hear m. said tho can. McClellan orth Catollna in that same comfort H would be a great 1, child In tely crs, h a a ind end itle 'lit to vlll i log ai'p ply In iys vef - 1'IP- lllg - II- til n- - lie by le nd ou he In s ou a ive he ip- - in- - he lie nd nit ng he T iwr U r. And then the painted leavee come drifting down. -- Albert Bigelow Paine In Cosmopolitan. nui-ol- n no-- long-barrelle- d cht bonfire of a hundred summer aunt. amid tbu Then two who say gouJ-by- a glow To lova-idays, and feel the sunlight A ef. :tou loth 1 RACEHORSES IN OLD AGE; MANY ARE DRAWING CABS and somber hillside sober green brown. Tat down Its length the blase of au- hlth-almo- -- s des-tio- M'-r.- i dec-otali- d Itts-bur- siq-tou- t the top floor rickety old building ln the rear of the rickety old building that looked out yn Mulberry street. The building had a little air and to give to Us hundreds of men, of Julia the Morelll lived on three-storie- d four-storie- four-storie- sun-'lg- ht women and children. In the winter the building In the rear was comfortable as a home, but In the summer it was fearfully hot, and everybody hail to sleep on the roof. Here little Julia, for she was only fourteen years old and small for her age, could lie awake at night and look up at the stars and dream of Pasquaie. He was her neighbor. lie lived In the front house. He was eighteen, and he was tall and brave, and gave her the peanuts and apples that he could not sell, so that she loved him and he loved her. Julia's father was a shoemaker, and had but little liking for Pasquaie. All of tho Huclos had been ne'er-dwells, he declared; the father had died and left hts only son nothing but a pushcart and a barrel of apples and a bag of peanuts! Pasquaie had worked hard, he admitted, but he was not ln a giiod position, and his trade did not pay well, for the policeman ate half his stock ln trade ou some until days, and on other days waited he had sold three dollars'- - worth of apples and peanuts, and then arrested him and took him off to court, whore he was fined all that he had made. No, Pasquaie was not the man for Julia, her father declared, for she was extravagant and used to every comfort, such as shoes In the summer time and new shawls when the patriotic sons of Italy had their picnics In Lion Park. So Julia was told never to think of Pasquaie again. Julia was sure that she loved and she knew that he loved her, too. So that It was' all soon arranged. Pasquaie said that he would make a formal offer of his heaYt and hand, and then. If her father wuiilR not let them get married, why they would do so anyhow and ask his consent afterward. Then he went away. The next mornlr.t when lu-- mother went out to market she was ready. She crept down the stairs and then through the alley to Mulberry street and then down to the Bowery. wag waiting for her. They got on tb elevated and went away uptown. Now we are safe." said Pasquaie; "they will never seek for us up this far. and I have bought a shoeblack itand up here and we will booh lm rich and so happy." "When are we to he married?" asked Julia, her heart beating violentof so much ly at the mere prospect r Pas-qual- e coolly. The old man ground his teeth and hod his first. "You have taken her from me. You have stolen her. You are not married to her. are you, eh eh, I say, are cli-- you ?" "Oh, never mind," answered Pasquaie, ln whose scheme this question which he had fully expected played a paramount part. , Th old man was livid with rage. "You ahall marry her," he cried. "Oh, never mind, said Pasquaie. man Th old furious. He stormed ami raved. Then Julia came forward at a signal from Pasquaie, and with tears and kisses they all left the court At the city hall they were married. Julia wore her red shawl, and aa ah and her huihand walked out arm In arm to get into the carriage which her father had ordered, Pasquaie aald: "Wbat do you think of my scheme now, eh? Julia pressed his hand and looked up Into ills eyes and smiled. Warrea McVeigh In Boston Journal. i!i--- lln.n 1 I... cotporsl dy alfray was 5SS. that ld knot If there was somebody I mad" about I best! things ll that a I observed, nietti Ills horse on Corporal. blessed ,n,l,'lnri near the northern clttuice the and , a vetv natural feeling, .'Will woods h'Hiiln . t there Is Hue who doea know urdra to his ,he movements of other rca. He every tniny.. i hSl, JlMt (lri)0tl hu t ai,we are going ur ,1 when supporting colunii.a and who knows lhcm gm w!,n n r(lt, ,ml) and where to and wbatawhole m 1,1 lh, hack of the head to move the hnow. to happen: yo h.n"" 'he Urtu hand upon Hie Hg Oh, said the corporal. thing.' w and Navy rods l,'un'',l a Army . int 1" strl.ken rn'er fell mean H th Juttinal. ro,tml dead. (tnllunt charge wim and J "r; rj. '" r,u away, the t. hj S0, r""5 Cenfed.-r-miv- ,l,m frt" htwered '"'I . II . th' hla eye and did its work." He tfrej ,fcnP I"4'1 b"'" " r.'" im,,lr eelecled front yslvtlt North Carolina, do vslua of Diamond. the diamond ,11H In h o, this amount IIWWIJ owned by resident, are worth York. "Oh, never Pas-qual- vit f1 d HOW UNPOPULAR LAW GOT ON THE STATUTE BOOKS aaid Paequale, mind, coolly. and the onions and the beets. She saw Pasquaie. Her surprise gave him an opportunity and Pasquaie dashed past her. He seized the little red shawl as he ran and dragged it from her. "Thieves!" cried the old woman. Tasquale was down the steps ln a minute. The old woman ran after him. ' "Thieves! Stop him!" she shrieked, and the rarrots and onlonB and beets fell out of her basket all over the sidewalk. Pasquaie dashed Into the Bowery. A policeman tripped him up and he fell, but still he held on to the little red shawl and the bundle of Julias cloth lag. The policeman sat on Pasqualea chest until the old woman came up. She said that he had robbed her. Pasquaie was taken to the station house. He sent for Julia to come down and see him at once. She arrived Just as he was being taken to the Tombs. He told her to go to the TombB and take a seat In the rear of the court so that nobody could see happiness. "You will trust me, won't you, my her. Julia pulled her shawl down over her eyes and was In her seat when Pasquaie was brought In. Julia's father waa there. She could see that he was very angry. Pasquaie and Julia's father talked. "Where U my daughter?" cried the old man. "Oh, never mind," said Pasquaie, - i!J. peddlers cart. Joe Cotton, once a grand s o - -- After three days Julia said that she wanted. some clothes, for she had left everything at home. Pasquaie volunteered to go and get them for her. She was afraid her father would kill him. But he said he was not and so she let him go. The next day Pasquaie went again to Mulberry street. He watched the old woman leave the bouse, then went ln. Suddenly Pasquaie heard the door open. Julias mother came ln. She had the little red shawl about her shoulders. She had her basket on her arm. Pasquaie could aee the carrots cap horse, Is drawing a back in Bee-ton- , while the mighty Banquet now earns his oats hauling a Ismdon cab. Hanover. Hamburg and Salvator. others are more fortunate, as they are In the stud. "But the number of stallions ta being steadily restricted, with the of a very large increase in the percentage of geldings on the track. The object is to do away, with the large number of cheap and uselnea stallions. The result will be the narrowing of sires to the most select strains and consequent improvement in the breed." "Why does so large a proportion of thoroughbreds break down?" "That is due to the early age at which they are raced. Financial rewards seem to he for the owners of am), of course, they do not miss their opportunities. A special effort Is made In the development and racing of horses of that age, and as a majority often are not atrofig enough to stand the work they break down. Fully 60 per cent of fall to pass successfully through the ordeal of racing, and of the not horses that begin aa one lu a hundred Ib fit for racing at five years old. A large proportion la Incapacitated for work on the track at four years. As to the mares, very few of them are of any value as racers after their fifth year. They have a better future than the geldings and stallions, for there is always a lively demand for good breed mares. in as "However, improvement breeding goes on, we may develop a that will better stand the vicissitudes of campaigning. handi New York Press. The question of the ultimate disposition of tho pins and needles haa been debated most exhaustively, and possibly the subject has been satisfactorily settled. The problem as to what becomes of all the racehorses la rather more intricate and requires diligent inquiry. What becomes of all the racehorses?" was asked of Frank Farrell, owner of Bluoa and the Greater New York baseball club, which are said to be coupled In the netting. "I dont know, replied Mr. Farrell with deliberation, but I have strong convictions as to wbat should become of some of them." It was evident Mr. Farrells usually sunny disposition had been temporarily clouded by a loss of confidence In aome members of the equine family, and the writer did not press the query. When John E. Madden was asked the question he said cheerily: Why, thats easy. They keep traveling about like the birds. Go South and West In the winter and North ln the summer. Yes, sir, thU promises tt be the greatest racin? season In the history of the sport." As the replies of Messrs. Farrell and Madden seemed to be lacking in detail the writer asked the same question of W. C. Fessenden, trainer, owner and former baseball expert. "What becomes of tho racehorses, eh?" he echoed. "Well, my boy, nine out of ten break down. As soon as that happens they are sold for what they will bring. There la many a horse that once raced home winner In a classic event to tlie shouts of thousands who now pulls a back or a w-- "Poor weather for skunking," remarked one of the regular patrons of the stove corner of the store aa be took his aeat and shook the accumulation of snow from hie shaggy whiskers. 'Gainst the lew to catch 'em, anyway," commented the village Wise man. "Did you ever hear how that law come to be passed?" queried the oracle, aa he bit off a fresh tbew of navy plug. No one had heard of it, but the wit of the beer barrel ventured a remark that "the offense was ran A, and smelled to the Canada border. It waa The oracle continued. It's e Rev. Denison of Jamestown. good thing tor the skunks, hut it's k Joke on the reverend. You see, Mr. Denison was formerly pautor of the Baptist church at Cherry creek, and while there he joined the grange and became an active member. A while and ago he moved up to Jamestown assumed the pastorate of the Calvary Baptist church of that city. He retained his membership in the grange. In fact he was a member of Union grange, which meets In Jamestown, and which ia the largest and liveliest grange in the whole country. He was a conspicuous member of the grange, too, being in fact the rhaplain. "Wbata that got to do with skunks?" quoried one of the group. "Im coming to that if IHH Paa-quaJa- In-la- wont open-hearte- HOW STUART ROBSON GOT HIS PARTNER IN TROUBLE very pompous old fellow at- traded my attention one evening in a restaurant," the Into Stuart Robson, on his last visit to Washington, said This old chap to a newspaper man. had tho stiff dignity of an emperor, and it suddenly occurred to me that some It would he amusing to give-hisort of a shock. On the spur of the moment I walked up behind hltn. dapped him on the back and exA claimed: "'Hello, George, my dear fellow, how are you? "He turned so suddenly that he upset his plate. He was wild with rage. 'Why, I don't know you, sir. Iiow dare you take such liberties with me?' he stuttered. "I apologized, saying that I had mistaken him for aomo one else, hut he rould not be mollified. Aa I withdrew he glared scornfully after me, all red and tremulous with anger. "Crane and I were playing together at the time, and In a little while red shewl as he ran and dragged It from her. Her Btrdlik Voice. She waa a proud young mother, loved one?" said Iaaquale, "1 have a scheme. We will not be married yet." sod ehe waa telling the crusty old "Oh, oh!" cried Julia, her heart sick bachelor how talented her little girl with horrr. waa, while that angel child ate sticky Im"Walt a moment, my precious, candy and pawed th bachelor' cried I'aqule. "I am Mn to take maculate ahlrtfront and piled him la good with questions In a phonograph voice. you to my aunt hotiae. She no barm will aee lhal and and kind, "She elnga beautifully," said tho cornea to yod. llesldea, I have my mother. "Why, song flows aa naturView Feminine. her as from a blrdy." "From from aahrma, you know." ally here wants Man a but little below," I suppose," growled the go Julia went lo live with a parrot, aunt and atayed thare three sighed the aimless man with the bag- brute. trouser. for Paaquale gy day. 6le waa happy, laid th "Wbat man wants," could com to see her whenever he When after acquiring sudden wealth of th wanted to. end there was no need square jewed mother man cease to recognise his friend a woman to act aforesaid, "la a far them to he always watching out party they escape the tiresome atorlei of him an example In th art ef getting for papa and mamma to Interrupt hl( early itrugglea. on himself" a move Ucu- He eelx you hurry me, continued the oracle. "Do any of you people know Rev. Denison? Well, I'll describe him for you. He's one of those big, whole-souled- , fellowa jolly, liberal that can be found adorning the ministry in every community, and be haa a dry fund of humor that among bla friends is simply Irresistible. Well, one day the grange had been discussing the protection of almost every kind of bird and beast that la found on the farms, and Mr. Dcmison, more as a Joke than anything else, suggested that this protection should be extended to skunks. The skunk," said he, with apparent earnestness, "Is e very useful animal. Moreover, he is valuable, and at the present rate of skunk hunting he will soon he exterminated. Why not protect him as well aB tho fowls of the air and th fish of the deep? "The grangers took this talk very seriously, and before the Rev. Denison realized what had happened they were agitating skunk protection law. Its protecting them all right. On the farm they are thicker than due hills In January, and even in the city at the policemen of Jamehtown talking about a special skunk drill to enable them to chase the aniniuls down. There'a no mlstnke about it You ran Just wager, though, that the Rev. Denison isn't saying much." New York Evening Post. Crane, with whom I had an appolnt- ment to dine, arrived. I pointed out the pompous old chap to him. Wouldn't It be funny,' I said, 'to shatter that old fellow'' dignity by slapping him on the hack and saying, he "Hello,- - Georgo. Why, It must years since Ive seen you?"' "Urano looked at him, and gave a loud laugh. By Jove, I'll do It ho said. ' Oh, no. don't said I. 'He might make a scene.' "But when Crane gets an Idea In hi load nothing can drive It out. II now walked up behind the old man, th slapped him heartily between shoulders and tried: 'Hollo, George, my dear fellow. Wlmt a king time it haa been tine I've seen you.' I saw the old man, purple with rage. Jump up from his seat hastily, and I withdrew. For I perceived that a scene or something worse Waa Imminent, and I have always been aa enemy to scenes." Breaks the Bottle. Rear Admiral Francis R. Bow lea, chief constructor of the navy and somewhat of an authority on launclw Ing, la the Inventor of an apparatus whereby the fair chrlstener haa only to let go of the bottle aa the ahlg moves and watch it awing unerringly to the how. Passing of Cattle Kings. Weatera Th cattle king of th A plains la passing away forever. few year ago there were nearly 100 cattlemen ta millionaires, exrluntv the southwest, tow there ate but thirty. |