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Show I like any veteran, never missed a call, i never drank to excess while he was workis his little dodge, never did anything to give his superiors ' an opportunity to restrain, him to the limits of the post. One day, about a month after he had been in the service, ser-vice, he went over to Soapsuds row and talked to the laundresses and told them he believed he'd send them some flowers on the following day. He got their names Bridgets and Norahs and Katies and Maggies, and so on. When he went to Chicago that evening he stopped at his florists. The next day, while the commanding officer of-ficer was at uncheon at his quarters the bell clanged. Two uniformed drivers driv-ers of flower wagons stood on the , steps and they solemnly inquired where, in the post, could be found Mrs. Bridget Monohan, Miss Katie O'Hollihan, Mrs. Norah Brannigan, and so on, for whom, the flower wagon wag-on drivers said, they had wagon loads of flowers and plants. The commanding command-ing officer, overhearing the colloquy at the door, came out and talked with the drivers. He ascertained from them the name of the queerly generous person per-son who was bestowing his floral fa- ' vors upon the queens of the washboardMr. wash-boardMr. So-and-So, they told him, giving the name of the scapegrace private. Every day from that on, the t driver of a delivery wagon, containing contain-ing stacks of candy, or more flowers, would ring the bell of the commanding command-ing officer's quarters and gravely ask where he could find Magg.e This or Tessie That or Bridget the Other. The commanding officer raged internally over all this, dv he couidr.'t do anything any-thing about it. The scapegrace couldn't be held accountable for the conduct of drivers of delivery wagons. CAMPEiltE SKETCHES. SOME SHORT STORIES FOR THE VETERANS. Rich Men's Sons Who Go Into the Army as Soldiers Make No End of Trouble for the Offioers A Sample Recruit. A SOLDIER IN LUZON. At the open flap of his narrow tent hangs a strip of the midnight ' skies, Pricked thro' by a myriad points of light, that flash In his tired eyes; He has waked from a dream of a summer sum-mer day, and now, with a throb of pain, He pillows his head on his young right arm, and summons the dream again. A pathway barred by shadows and shine, a glow in the golden west; A song in the rustling leaves o'erhead, as a bluebird hushes its nest; A slip of a girl in a muslin gown, a cadet in a coat of gray But the slim little hand he clasps In his is a half of the world away! Thro' the vibrant hush of the starry night hums the life of a tropic clime, And under the breast of his khaki blouse the heart of the lad beats time. In a land where an endless summer reigns he dreams of a June gone by And a wandering wind steals Into his tent and carries away a sigh! Annie T. Colcock, in National Magazine. THE GLITTER SOON FADES. The officers In the army and navy have a good deal to contend with from rich men's sons that go soldiering and soon learn that all that glitters is not gold. When they come to themselves and find that, so far as their superiors are concerned, they are just like any other Bill or Jack in the ranks, they almost Invariably begin their frantic wriggling to shed their blouses for rood and all, and they use the liberal pending money allowed them by their parents In their efforts to effect this nd, says the New York Sun. Wouldn't Let Him Quit. A few years ago a young fellow whose jtailiejasjlJipiiaije man of Michigan, took on after a carouse ca-rouse at Fort Sheridan, near Chicago. He had been a pampered youngster all his life; had got his education at Hel-flleberg Hel-flleberg and had had money to burn since his boyhood. He was an only son, stalwart and clever, but a natural born scapegrace and black sheep. About a week after this young man found himself with a Springfield on his shoulder, humping his little post with only the shelter of a rubber poncho he rubbed his eyes, thought it over and reached the conclusion that he didn't like soldiering a little bit. The next day he respectfully submitted an expression ex-pression of this feeling to the captain of his company, and was grimly laughed at for his pains. Nothing disheartened, dis-heartened, he went to the office of the commanding officer, a stern strange man, famous in his day for these qualities qual-ities throughout the army, and told him that he really believed he was aweary of the service, and would the commanding officer be considerate enough to obtain his immediate discharge? dis-charge? The commanding officer appeared ap-peared to be in two minds about putting put-ting the young man In the guardhouse for his impudence, but finally chased him back to barracks with a roast. Whereupon the young man, doing his duty right up to the handle and giving none of his superiors a chance at him on proper military grounds, inaugurated a . little scheme of his own. He was a member of two of the swellest clubs 4in Chicago. Every evening then, he would doff his uniform, uni-form, after having got the required leave of absence, don a swell suit of mufti, drive to a Chicago hotel and rig himself out in his evening clothes and repair to his clubs. Got Bis Discharge. Two months after his enlistment he gave a swagger dinner to an oddly named club. He made a rattling good speech himself at the dinner, and it was reported In full in the Chicago newspapers on the following morning. He gravely told the diners how dearly he loved- soldiering and how he Intended In-tended to stick to the service for th remainder of his natural life, and so on. Four days later he received his discharge. Several similar stories of the schemes that troublesome privates ' adopt to secure their discharge ar related. GENERAL DAHLGREnJs LEG. Captain Ballard of Fairfax county, Var,9Vhd waseIecteJ'lieutenailteoiii-mander waseIecteJ'lieutenailteoiii-mander of Mosby's men at their recent re-cent reunion, relates an interesting Incident growing out of the famous Dahlgren raid near Richmond during the civil war. It seems that on this raid Captain Ballard came into pos- , session of General Dahlgren's cork-leg, cork-leg, and, being badly in need of one himself, he naturally pressed the captured cap-tured one into service. The fit was perfect and he wore it throughout the remainder of the war and it continued con-tinued to see service until some years later. About that time the fam'ly of General Dahlgren undertook to locate the missing artificial member, and went so far as to offer a reward of $1,000 for its recovery. It was easily located, and a number of detectives, attracted by the big reward, set ont on the perilous task of securing possession pos-session of the long-lost' and much-sought-after cork leg. Captain Ballard Bal-lard was ever on the alert, and failure crowned every attempt to capture it. Finally the detectives withdrew in disgust and Captain Ballard was left in undisputed possession of the captured cap-tured property. The captain, however, how-ever, shortly afterward relented somewhat some-what and opened up communication with the Dahlgren family, and stated that upon the receipt of the reward of $1,000 he would deliver the limb to any one the family might designate. The committee was selected from the Dahlgren side and on a given date Captain Ballard met them at Fairfax Station. The necessary formalities were gone through with. The $1,000 was passed over to Captain Ballard and he in turn delivered the artificial member. It was immediately taken, charge of by one of the trusted emissaries emis-saries of the Dahlgren family and deposited de-posited in the railway train waiting at the station and for a moment left unguarded. At this juncture some of the captain's most loyal friends entered en-tered the car and In less1 time than it takes to relate this story the cork leg was recaptured and to this day it has never been located, so the story goes. Great was the chagrin and disappointment disappoint-ment depicted on the faces of those-directly those-directly concerned in its return. Captain Cap-tain Ballard vouches for this narrative narra-tive as being true in every detail. Pennsylvania Grit. Embarrassed the Officers. Many of the officers of Fort Sheridan Sheri-dan were members of these clubs. The young buck soldier would elaborately salute them, as the regulations required, re-quired, every time he passed his officers of-ficers at these clubs. Sometimes he'd salute each of them fifty times a night at the two cIuds, apparently passing to and from the rooms in which they lounged especially for this purpose, and they'd have to return his salutes every time. The officers complained querulously to the club authorities of this situation, which they truthfully said caused them to look and feel ridiculous; ri-diculous; and they were irformed that, inasmuch as the young man behaved be-haved himself with perfect propriety, and was a member in excellent standing, stand-ing, they'd have to grin and bear It. So the officers, finding it impossible to associate with those who mingled on terms of equality with enlisted men, temporarily gave up attendance It the two clubs. Bouquets for Bridget. The young man did his soldiering |