Rescued From tbc Bocks. meow. David," said Miss Plumb, ing day a party of the country folk,&a EKHIHO bed, Peter Fane drew on his clothes think I may trust thee." returning homeward, passed the olda and went to the door and opened it. Washington Cor. New York World.' along 'the ahaded lane. "It'll make a first-chop, vinegar," mill. There was no sign of humar# There was no fear in his mind that Jii"%i A magnificent story of daring and Topping the grasR from side to Hide, lite about the premise s, no smoke observed David, scientifically testing ^SKKI ARTHUlt DUDLEY VISION. the nocturnal visitor might be be nt cornea the pretty brindle cow skill has eome to the Washington office from the chimney, no footsteps in the it with a straw. on some evil errand, nor any though^ at eventide. The road from Kee ne village to of the life-saving service. The stois snow, and yet through the silence of Little Patience was delighted with that the occurrence was unusual it in meagre sctaps of the dryest Bethnal Corners ran zigzagging down the gathering twilight came the clatter f| stops at the garden eat* and calls the poultry yard and cow house. A seemed to him a perfectly rational kind, but in these routine statements ZJ. "Oh, run, little hoy! and brinjc to me the side-of a hill, and then, having sturdy, shaggy pony, who shook his of the mill and" the sad howling event, ju st as one dreaming passes TvSome of those apples, round and ripe, there is a basis for a thrilling story. of a dcg. ijjjj head at them over the railing of his traversed a stretch of level ground, through curious scenes without wondering I *ce lying under the tree." It is a tale of shipwreck and saving of stall, was duly admiredan then David "Old Peter Fane is at work in the crossed Stony Brook by a cover ed at their oddity. life under peculiarly difficult circumstance hshted a fire in the big, blackthroated mill," these country folk said as they Little golden head his apron fill? wooden bridge, whose time-stained Peter Fane, therefore, opened the s, one of the greate st feats ever chimnej* of the old farmhouse. With the ruddy apples,juicy and sweet. stopped. "Whosecristcanhe begrinding door without the least sentiment of walls were yet adorned with fragments performed by any life-saving crew in Brindle loves to'take with her long, rough that he wo*ks on Thanksgiving fear or surprise and saw, in the snow of gaudy-colored circus posters. The tongue "It's cold weather, even if the fust the service of the government. Several Day?" by the door-step, a man upon horseback. Front hi? dimpled hand and eat. road was in none too good repair, especially hard frosts haven't come yet," said he. days ago two propellers were wrecked Prompted by curiosity, they plugged "And the house needs airin' up. An' on the hillside where rai ns off the port of Marquef tc, in Lake through the drifts and knocked at the Tiptoe he stands, with eager face. "Good day to you, miller," said tfie I guess Miss PlumbFriend Ruth, I had washed bare many stones and Superior. In a savage storm they Holding his bulging apron tight, cottage door. There was no answer. stranger. "Can you grind me this meanyou and Friend Patience here .As she gently takes the apple he gives were driven on the rocks, over which They knocked again still no reply. left ruts and hollows, and the bridge sack of corn and as he spoke he tried the door, but it was fas- laughs with fresh delight. had bett er come over and sleep at our the breakers pounded furiously. There Thej was dilapidated and shook ominously pointed to a bag that was slung across house to-night, if you don't want to tened. were no passengers onboard, but they the horse's crupper. And now she has eaten the very last. under each passing vehicle or pedestrian. catch cold. To-morrer the house'll were manned by crews of twelve men And. "just one more." and "one little "The clatter of the machinery prevents "T is an odd time to set the mill But there were few travelers be in better Hvin' order. A nd my sister one more eac h. They were making their last his hearing," said one "let us agoing," answered Peter Fane. "Could over either road or bridge and the CalphurniaMl be prop er glad to see Then he waits and watches her as she trips for the season. Th3 vessels were try at the door ot the mill itself. you not have come earlier? I have you." walks town was poor, so the selectmen left Once, twice, thrice they knocked wrecked early in the day. There is no been expecting you all the day." 'Through the open barnyard door. It chanced that between repairs, it both for time and the elements to still there was no responseonly the life-saving station at Marquette, the "I have had a long road to travel" airing and adding to t'e arrea rs of pr ey upon unchecked. I WHS years agoyet I often sec. loud whining of the dog inside as he the stranger repl.ed, "tor there are a neare st being at Portage City, 110 furniture,Friend Ruth and her niece remained When the summer's day is nearly done, scratched against the boards of the few mills nowadays where a simple mi'es away. A the side of th is road, just before at the Lorn homestead for a My baby-boy feeding the pretty cow, door. i man like me can have hU gia'ngiound, it came to the bridge, stood the grist week, during which time MissCalphurnia, In the light of the setting sun. The storm was one of the bleakest "Strange"' remarked a farmer. "Has 1 and this sack must be turned into mill and cottage of Peter Fane, ioined Mrs. Richard Grant White. began, under Friend Ruth's directions, Peter Fane giown suddenly deaf that and coldest, equaling in lowness of meal before the mot-row's dawn." one to the other by an enclosed" shed to weave a new rag carpet, and he cannot hear us? Or has he gone temperature some of the most bitter "Well, then," sa .d Peter Fane, "put and unpainted and unadorned except mapped out a crazy quilt as designated FBIEND RUTH'S PREJUDICE, away and left the old mill to un it- 4 in midwinte r. The water of this lake up your horse in the shed by the mill, by clambering vines and the weatherstains by little Patience. self?" and come in and warm yourself, All is extremely cold, even in midsummer. of past years. David Lorn, who, in his way, was Their curiosity was piqued and they j~ these long years no man cou ld ever The people of Marquette turned outm It was the evening of the day before BY HELEN' FOREST GRAVES. no contemptible carpenter, made a pulled at the boards of the door until J? say that I refused to grind his grist, great excitement when they saw these Thanksgiving. In the year 18. Peter strong kitchen table for the strangers, Woman's Journal. the rusty latch gave way and the door nor shall they say it now." And while Fane, the miller, stood in the vessels driven upon the rocks within put a corner cupboard in the living A farm! Seventy acres! All of our swung open. S the stranger drove his horse into the miles, o,f doorway of the cottage smoking his three the town. The propel- room, and screwed up hooks, shelves, As they stood in the doorway the at own? Is thee sure, Patience, that shed as he was bidden, Peter Fane rekindled leis did not break up at once after big-bowled pipe and looking out over and brackets innumerable, here,there, flood of gray twilight poured into the his fire and lighted his lamp, they hod become lodged, but from the the dusty road as it wound""down the thee isn 't dreaming?" and everywhere, to su it Patience's fury of the waves and the storm it old mill, and through the clouds ot and, as thelight illuminated the room, hill. was an old man, of some 7 0 Little Patience Plumb winked her fancy in the old hous e. was evide nt that they cou ld last but dust which the opening of the door he glanced at the clock and saw that years, but he looked fresh and hearty, "But after all," said the little -bright blue eyes again, to make sure a short time. The citizens made frantic had raised they saw Peter Fane, leaning its hands pointed to five minutes after as if likely to weath many another Quakeress, "it isn't as pleasant at endeavors to go to the rescue oi against a po&t, with averted face, that she was certainly and indubitably midnight. winter storm and to bask under many Nutting farm, shut in by all those the two crews, who appealed to them as it watching the revolving mill-stones_f "It is a snowy night," sa id the wide awake. another summer sun. His long white crooked app le trees, as it is here. I through signals of distress. But there "Hey' Peter Fane'" they shouted, stranger, as he entered, and, standing hair and white beard harmonized with "No, Aunt Ruth," said she, "I am wish we were going to live here." was no boat at Marquette which could by tnehre, shook upon the health the "are you deaf that you did not heed the flour-dusted ]ean overalls which "I wish so, too, with all my heart'" wf dreaming. Read the lett er thy- live in the waves then beating on the 0 snow from his garments. "It is a all the racket that we made he wore, and his black eyes scanned cried hospitable Calphurma. "Don't self." shore. snowy night when the wind is cold, But Peter Fane never stirred nor the scene about him with a wistful, you, David?" After a number of efforts to communicate and one when such a fire as this is answered their inquiry. A feeling of And Aunt Ruth, setting her spectacles eager expression, as if hopi ng to see "Don't I, though!" said David. with the wrecked vessels ve ry welcome." awe began slowly to creep over them 1 some anxiously expected traveler. across her nose, took the folded And Patience, chancing to look suddenly the people despaired of reaching Pet er Fane scanned his visitor as they advanced, and one, bolder I But there was no moving thi ng nor up, caught the sparkle of his paper from Patience's hand and slowspelled closely them and stood watching, expecting than the rest, streatched out his hand 1 sign of lite within Peter Fane's sight, frank brown eyes fixed full on her out the words which, heard every moment that thej "Have I not seen you before?" he to put it on the elder man's shoulder save only a belated crow swiltly fa:e. She turned pink all over, her would give way. The president of the from other lips, had such a fabulous said. xressin his hand to his brow as an4 attract his atte ition But suddenly swinging his way to bis home among own eyes fell, and she did not speak Marquette, Ontonagon and Portage if in thought. "There is something in he paused, and the out streached ,y rt the leafless trees upon the hill. sound. again all the evening. Her silence City railroad, which runs between your face which see ms strangely familiar, arm dropped to Irs side, for he sjiw The sun was setting behind a bank was not noticed, however Friend Ruth, Yes, ifc was true. Guarded about Marquette and Portage City, came to and et I cannot recall the time that in truth that Peter Fan-' of cloud which the wind was swiftly as it happened, was descanting in her 'I ^with legal phrases, there was the inteiltgence the rescue at the last moment, dashed nor place where we have met before." hear no moro earthly voicesii I driving up from the northwest, and soft, slow way on a new pattern in to the telegraph office and notified that she, Ruth Plumb, who "We meet so many men in the 1 Fane was dead. as its beams w-r withdrawn the air rag carpet weaving, and Patience took Portage City to clear the track of all world." answered the stranger, with There was no corn in the hopper grew gi a and became colder. It was wove rag-carpets for a livelihood, and refuge under the gentle murmur of her trains. Then he called for the superintendent an otld smile upon his countenance, meal in the bin, but yet the mi.. very still the only signs were the murmur words. contentedly ate mu3h and milk when of the life-saving station at as he warmed himself by the the. clacked on, grinding the air and Petei of the biook near by flowing over The two Quakeresses had been she could not get beef and potatoes, that point. said to him. "We meet so many men in the woild Fane.s cold and rigid body stood as if the stones and pebbles of its bed, or nearly a month at the Nutting farm, -was a landed proprietress now of a that then- faces linger without cau se watching it. I place at your disposal a locomotive the "caw, caw" of the distant crows. and the dreary place had gradually Who were 1 in out memories. If you yourself canuot 9 and a car for your life-boat. The Who was the stranger So still was it, indeed, that the silence farm up MI Rhode Island, which had begun to assume something of a homelike recall the time tnat we have met tra ck is clear ahead of you. Come on the guests that had yisited the old seemed to force itself upon Peter belonged to one Ezra Nutting, a third look, when one evening David Peter Fane as soon as you can get your men and betore I cannot aid you \o do so." man the night before Fane unwilling attention, and the* -or fourth cous in whom she had never Lorn came over across the sere never awoke to tell. boat ready. Twenty-four lives are "Well, answered the millet, as he expression of expectation on his face stretches of meadow land. seen. hanging upon the promptness of rose and took the lamp in his hand, faded and was replaced by a look of "Calphurnia's sent you a dried your action. 'if grist is to be ground there is no grave disappointment. Little Patience looked at the elder peach pie," said he, carefully setti ng 3Iilitary Hero." Lincoln as a time like the present to grind it in." The superintendent was as energetic Seventy years had Peter Faneas -woman. down something in a napkin. As for "Le ad the way and I will follow," and plucky a man as is known to the boy and manlived by that old mill. pficolay and Hay in the December Century.] me, I moved them barrels of cider to- "Aunt Ruth," said she, isn't th ee replied the sti anger and Pet er Fane service. The pair of horses belonging was but 2 0 when his father, dying, ne\er took his campaigning senously. day." going out to see it? And mayn't I go proceeded to the mill, while the stranger to the station were quickly harnessed left him to run the old mill, and for The politicians' habit of glorifying "Did thee'" sa id Friend Ruth, knitting walked behind. to the wago n, and the life-boat placed with thee?" 5 0 years years he had remained at his the petty incidents of a candidate's composedly away at a gr ay yarn thereon. The crew then entered the "Bring in your grist," sa id Peter post stationary, amid all the changes "Thee may go with me, little Pay," life always seemed absurd to stocking, while Patience made naste boat, and it was desperately driven Fane, as he swung open the wide front and events about him. And how said Mfes Piumb, smiling "but as for to set away the pie. him and his speech, made iu 1848 to the railroad station. In the briefest door of the mill with many a creak many changes tnere had been how going out to see it, railway journeys ridiculing the effort on the part of Gen. "But there's one I calculate you possible time a box-car was run and groan of its rusty hinges. many friends had come or gone, died cost money, and when we go we shall wouldn't they sold if you had known Cass' friends to draw some political down to the station and the life-boat "May I not also lead my horse?" or moved away during the lapse of -stay." what was in it, went on David. advantage from that gentleman's re and the crew were placed upon it. asked the stranger. "It is a cold those many year s' Business had '"Will thee live there, Aunt Ruth?" "I sold them all to thee," said Miss spectable but obscuie services on the The engineer, who had received another night outside, and your shed has been brisk and he had worked hard cried Patience, with sparkling eye s. Plumb, in her gentle, decided way, dispatch from the president of the many a crack and crevice that lets frontier in the war with Great Britain, and laid aside for a rainy "all nine of them, at a dollar and a Miss Plumb looked pathetically road by this time to hur ry to the full in the cold north wind. The brute is he stopped the future eulogist from daybusines had been dull, half a barrel. With me, Friend David, around the little chamber, whose one top of his speed, pulled the throttle of a faithful btute and has borne me and he had smoked his pipe painting his own mihtaty achivements a bargain means a bargain." window was bedimmed by a monster the engine wide open and the special well, and the shelter of the mill is better and waited lor better times. in two lively colors "Didyouknow,Mr. feack wall. "But one of them hadn't no cider train dashed away on its erra nd of than the shelter of the shed There was no lack of life about the Speaker he said, "lam a military I have always longed for a country in it." mercy at a frightful speed. There is no In the days of the Black Hawk "Aye, lead him in," answered the old mill in those early years, for the 9 hero borne, Patience," she said. "Thee has "Then," said Miss Plumb, "we will record in the office of the time made miller. "Never truer word was spoken road was then a highway over which war I fought, bled and came away. ataaysTivedin the city thee does not deduct that from the rest, and tnee by this fast-flying train beyond the r:i than that the merciful man is stages and numerous teams passed I was not at Stillman's defeat, but I /know how a person feels who has once can give me the change. I think we fact that it was the swiftest ever made merciful to his beast. 'Tis a fine ani- each day. There was then almost invariably was as near it as Gen. Cass was to stood on the hills and heard thefiee need not differ as to that." by a life-saving crew from any station mal," he continued, as the horse was a group around the mill door, ^wind roari ng through the pine trees." Hull's surrender, and, like him, I saw "There wasnt no cider in it'" doggedly to a distant point. I is also the led forward, "and I'll warrant, one while within the air was always misty persisted the young farmer. "But the place \ery soon afterward s. It is S the loom was stopped, and the longest distance ever traveled \y such that no ordinary amount or lab or with flying flour dust, and the machinery there was something elsethere was litt le clipboard door locked, and the a crew for such a purpose. quite certain I did not breaK my sword, will tire. But I marvel much that so ke pt up an almost continuous money!" two women went to Nebasset, near months sometimes for I had none to break, but I bent mv fine a beast should be of such a color." Now7 clatter. The storv en ds abruptly in a brief repeated Miss Ruth, let- 1 vwhich rocky pi omontory, on the edge "Money musket pretty badly on one occasion "It is not the least of his merits," passed before the mill was set in motion, chapter which tells that the crew arrived the sound, was situated the Nutting ting the knitting needles drop into If Gen. Cass "went in advance of me replied the stranger. "There is not and the gra ss around the door at Marquette before the wrecked estate. Not much of an estate, her la p. one dark hair npon him From eartip picking whortleberries, I guess I surpassed vessels had liven way and that the was seldom pressed by other feet than after all. A queer little brown house, "Yer," money," nodded David Lorn to hoof his coat is as whit} as the Peter Fane's, and the passers- by were captain and his crew saved evary one him in charges on the wild like a discolored mushroom, a hudd le "fourteen rolls of gold half-eagles, twenin driven snow." few and far between. of the twenty-four men who had given onions. If he saw any live fighting of barns, and a stone cellar hewn into a roll, all wrapped up in an old up absolutely all hope, and would "He will not mind the clattdr of the Indians it was more than I did, but I The contrast between the old times 'the rocky side of a beetling hill, in woolen stocking leg and packed in asked Peter Fape. have been drowned within the next 7 mill, will he and the new forced itself upon Peter had a good many bloody -struggles which were arranged rows of barrels cotton batting, so they shouldn't hour if it had not been for the action "Not he," replied the stranger, lifting Fane's mind as he stood at his cottage with the mosquitoes, and althouh I -on a sort of stone shelf. clink nor rattle, with salt hay wedged of the railroad president and the skill down the bag of grain. "Now, door in the gloaming of that never fainted horn loss of blood, I can in around 'em, and the cask headed Miss Plumb peered inquiringly at and courage of the crew. miller, show me the hopper where I Thanksgiving eve, and, with a sigh of truly say I was often very hungry. up exactly like the eight others. Now fcbe-*e barrels as, escorted by David may empty the grist." regret for those vanished years, he I know why old Ezra Nutting used to Mr. Speaker, if ever I should conclu de Lorn, a handsome sunburned young knocked the ashes from his pipe, and A with a rumble and a jarand many be so cranky about keeping his cider Conflicting Names of Battles. to doft whatever our Democratic giant who occupied the next fa rm she a hoarse moan, the old null-wheel turning back into the cottage, busied barrels locked up, and why he went went over the property for the first friends ma j- suppose there is of blackcockade Frequent allusion has been made to started on its revolution and the himself in preparing his evening meal out to look to it himself every night, time, Federalism about me, and frame of the building shook, creaked for Peter Fanelivedall alon e, unless this subject, and it has been a prolific long after he wasn't fit to cross the -"What are these, Friend David?" thereupon they shall take me up as and groaned in all its joints, as if in a faithful dog can be called a companio cau se of annoyance. For the benefit threshold. That was his banktha she asked doubtfully. their candidate for the presidency, I n. protest at this unseemly disturbance was where he kept his savingsfourteen "Guess likely they'er cider," sa id of readers we give General Hill's protest th.it they shall nob ma'te fun of its rest. Ail the day Peter Fane had been oppressed hundred dollai's." -^Pvid Lorn. ''Old Nutting, he made version, as fou nd in the Century. It was a quaint scene. The lamp illuminated with that peculiar intuition of me, as they have ot Gen. Cass, by the best cider for twenty miles "Fourteen hundred dollars'" repeated The conflict of the 14th of Septe mber, oniy a narrow circle immediately which every one feels somtimes during attempting to write me into a military aemand." Miss Ruth, her healthy color paling 1862, is called the battle of suirounding it and thre the his life, that some one, he knew hero." a little. "But, Friend David, 1 sold "CXderl" repeated Miss Plumb"Didia't South Mountain at the North, and shadows of the joists and beams not whom, was about to arrive. This the barrels and their contents to thee. you know that this was the battle oi Boonsboro' at the South. athwart the darkness beyond in bars feeling had haunted Peter Fane it had a famous cider farm?"said David. "Hang it all!" shouted David, rising S many battlefields of the civil war of deeper blackness, and cast a disk brought him more than once to No\ ember 3Iarriag-es in Holland. "Didn't you see the orchard of apple to his feet, "do you suppose I would bear double names that we cannot believe of light on the loof overhead which the door, and now, as he sat by the -"trees on the hill?" swindle you and Patience that way? Pall Mall Gazette. the duplication has been accidental. seemed like a sun looking down fireside, with his dog curled up at his He re is the money," diving into bis "Yes, I saw them," said Miss Plumb, I is the unusual which impresses. Of the twel\ months in the year through a thick mist of clouds. Full feet, it continued to haunt him. Yet "but I did not realize their meaning. pockets, and flinging down the packets The troops of the North came November is reckoned in certa in villages in the circle of light was the figure of his reason told him that his expect ation think, Friend David, thte may pull on the table with a resounding clink. mainly from cities, towns, and villages, the aged miller, and further oft', where in Holland to be by tar the most was only idle folly, for who was ou the corks- "I am no thief, Miss Ruth' I never and were, therfore, impressed the light was dim (where mdistinctiy there in the wide world who would important. The four Sundays of this coveted my neighbor's goods until "Bungs, we call 'em," gently correetced by some natural objects near the seen),wasthe stranger, still closely care to seek the old miller out, now month are known respectively as Review now!" Lorn. scene of conflict, and named the battle muffled in his cloak and the vague that wife, children and friends weie Sunday, Decision Sunday, Purchase "Bungs, if thee prefers that title, Friend Ruth's eyes, faded, yet still from it. The soldiers from tho figure of a horse, and in the background dead? Sunday and Possession Sunday .and let the baleful fluid flow away. I bright, sought his agitated face with south were chiefly from the country, was the darkness quilted with names which sufficiently explain the sat by the fire, smoking and .am, prejudiced with an exceeding prejudice gentle questioning. and were, therefore, impressed the weird shadows of the revolving thinking, until bedtime came,andthen purposes to which each "is put by the glint1? of fire glittered against intoxicating liquors "Keep the money, Friend David," some artificial object near the field machinery, while he carefully laid his pipe upon the young people. On Review Sunday the "There ain't-no harm in cider," provtested said she. "Poor though I am,I would from the eyes of startled rats, as ihey action In oxie secti on the naming ha? if, going once more to the door unmarried girls and young men after she a David Lorn. forfeit more than that sooner than peered cautiously out of their holes at been after the handiwork of God in i opened it and looked out. The clouds the morning service walk un and down cause a fellow creature to offend." "'Touch not,ta3te not,handle not!" the intruders. the other section it has been after the cover ed the whole of the sky and the staring at one another to their heait's said Miss Plumb, firmly. "As to the "It ain't the money that I covet," handiwork of man. Thus^the first snowflakes were falling thick and fast Suddenly, it seemed to Pet er Fane, content. Having made up their minds apple orchard.it is not for me to criticise said David, in desperation. It's Patience. passage of arms is called the battle of as if there came from the old house and all the earth was hid beneath whom to select on the following Sunday, the kindly fruits of the earth, but No, little girl, don't un Bull Run at the norththe name of a eir fleecy crystals. Though the sounds of merry laughter and somehow, I could wish that they had been pasture the youths with the politest bows away!" as Patience's eyes instinctive ly little stream. A the south it takesthe moon and the stars were hidden,there though he was in the mill, he fields or potato patches.or something turned toward the door. "I think you imaginable salute the fair ones, and name Manassas, from a railroad was yet a dim light in the air that indistinctly knew that his cottage was filled with less deleterious than they are." must havesuspickmed it long ago. The judge from the way in which their courtesy station. The second battle on the and vaguely disclosed the jolly revelers. .She walked quietly on. David Lorn house is mat lonesome since since you is responded to whether succe ss same ground is called the Second Bull dark outlines of the mill near by, and "You seem to have a gay company "ira&s opening his mouth to remonstrate, went away that Ican't stand it no longer. Run by the north, and the Second or defeat is to be their lot. The third the bridge farther off, and the bare yonder," said the stranger, nodding when Patience gently beckoned him to If I can't have you for my wife, Manassas by the south. Stone's defeat Sunday is devoted to the less romantic branches of the trees overheadbu of his head in the direction whence came desist. Patience, I'll sell the old place and go is the battle of Ball's Bluff with task of obtainingtheconsent ofthe human life there was no sign. Peter the merry sounds. to sea* There!" "My Grandfather Plumb died of defiriura the Federals, and the battle of Leesburg parents, and arranging in businesslike Fane looked carefully about him,then "So it seems," replied the miller, tremens," she whispered. Patience's long-lashed eye drooped. with the Confederates. The battle shut and fasten ed the door, piled the fashion the details of the marriage "and yet I know not who they are,nor "Auut Ruth cannot forget that. Thee "Itit would be a pity that you called by General Grant Pittsburgh ashes over the glowing brands upon settlement. The stern hearts of those what these sounds mean, nor can I will have fc^ let her nave her own should do that," said she. Landing, a natural object, was the hearth that there might be live leave my grist to go and see." in authority having been satisfactorily And then she hid her face on Aunt .OrtlTT- &jJrV, named Shiloh, after a church by its coals to light his fire the next morning, But even as he spoke the door between subdued, all the following week the *wy. %t Rwth's plump shoulder. antagonists. Rosecrans called his and went to bed. the cottage and the mill flew parson is busy at marrying, but not David Lorn whistled a low whistle. S Patience went to live at the Lorn first gre at battle with Bragg the battle slept, then suddenly awoke, for open, and a crowd of figures trooped until Possession Sunday comes round "But anyhow," said he, "there'll farm house, and Friend Ruth stayed of Stone River, while Bragg named in. Old Peter Fane placed his hand something had aroused him from be a deal of good vinegar lost it all are the happy betrothed permitted where she was, and the money was it after Murfreesboro, a village. S upon his head in wondering thought. slumber. raised himself up and this runs to waste. I say, Miss more than an affectionate gaze, or at equal ly divided between aunt and McClellan's battle of Chickahominy, a "Can I be asleep?" he said. "Am I listened, not sure whether the sound .Plumb." most a tender squeeze of the hand. niece. Miss Plumb makes a comfortable little river, was with Lee the battle dreaming that here to-night have he seemed to hear was real or only I would prefer thee to call me liveliho od out of the sale of the of cold harbor, a tavern. The Federals some echo ef memory in his brain. come the friends of my past year s, ly.i Frend Ruh." jt said the old lady mild- ~r "Newport pippins," "Gilliflower," and speak of the battle of Pea Ridge as years, boys whom I played with in Perhaps it was the clock striking Northern Spy" apples from the old Kidneys stewed wivth the Ozark range of mountains, and champagne ia childhood, girls whom. I loved, wife 12, for uow as he sat up in bed he "Ifc sounds pretty familiar, don't orchards planted by Ezra Nutting. the Confederates call it after Elk fen extravagant breakfast dish .feong and children, parents and brothers heard the vibration of the gong ringing 'it?" apprehensively observed David. Horn, a country kin. The Union soldiers "But I sell them by the barrel only," }he epicurean club men. and sisters, those whom I thought yet, faint and distinct, but still "But it you say so, so' it shall be. I called the bloody battle three said she. "Never for cider making. I perceptible through the silence. Surely were dead,have you in truth come say, Friend Ruth, if I'll go bail that Blanched, roasted and sal & fe days after South Mountain from thn have a prejudice against that sort of to me again, or are you but the fancies it must have been the &tr ing of the ithis 'ere shan't none of it be used for tnonds are considered essent*. little stream Antietam, and the southern thing." of my dreams?" clock that roused him, an 3 yet it had nothin' but vinegar to be sold by the troops named it after the village $t fashionable dinn er parties. H'esi. seemed like a sound more strange and S,-^ gallon, wj^ld you let me hev it at And he stood erect and gazed at of Sharpsburg. Many instances market Partridges, if young, will have black It's a wicked in 4:50ajn Although it is made rib* ^1 unfamiliar. But while he listened the them as if waiting for an answer. might be given of this double naming raraste th? Fd's good gifts." bills and yellow legs: but if old, blue sound was repeatedit was a tapping York, it is advertised ^*m li^a^'m.' by the opposing forces. "Thee njot so far wrong, Friend i-p. m. legs And white bills. on the doorand hastily rising from Late in the aftempon on the follow English plum pudding. [others daily Agent.