~5&* jfei S?*~-w' EEKMNG THE COW. ing day a party of the country folk, David," said Miss Plumb. "Yes I PETER FAffE. Rescued From tbc Rocks. bed, Peter Fane drew on his clothes returning homeward, passed the old^ think I may trust thee." and went to the door and opened it. Washington Cor. New York World. mill. There was no sign of humar^ /fjpmgS along the shaded lane, "It'll make a tirst-chop, vinegar," There was no fear in his mind that S gfa8H from side to aide, A magnificent story of daring and s*PI" lite about the premises, no smoke,, observed David, scientifically testing the nocturnal visitor might be bent BY ARTHUR DUDLEY VINTON. Jf- JM^Mhs comes the pretty brindle cow skill has come to the Washington office from the chimney, no footsteps in the it with a straw. on some evil errand, nor any thought glome, at eventide. The road from Keene village to snow, and yet through the silence of of the life-saving service. The stois Little Patience was delighted with that the occurrence was unusual it Bethnal Corners ran zigzagging down the gathering twilight camp the clatter the poultry yard and cow house. A in meagre sciaps of the dry st seemed to him a perfectly rational he stops at the garden catp and calls of the mill and' the sad howling sturdy, shaggy pony, who shook his the side-of a hill, and then, having "Oh, run, little hoy! a nd bring to me event, just as one dreaming passes kind, but in these routine statements of a dcg. T,ttoouae of those apples, round and ripe, head at them over the railing of his through curious scenes without wen traversed a stretch of level ground, there is a basis for a thrilling story. eee lying under the tree." stall, was luly admiredan then David dering at their oddity. "Old Peter Fane is at work in the crossed Stony Brook by a covered I is a tale of shipwreck and saving of lighted a fire in the big, blackthroated mill," these country folk said as they Peter Fane, therefore, opened the Little golden head his apron fills wooden bridge, whose time-stained life under peculiarly difficult circumstances, chimney of the old farmhouse. stopped. Whosecri^t can he begrinding With the ruddy Hpples.juicy a nd sweet. door without the least sentiment of walls were yet adorned with fragments one of the greatest feats ever that he wo'-ks on Thanksgiving Brindle loves to^take with her long, rough fear or surprise and saw, in the snow "It's cold weather, even if the fust tongue Day?" of gaudy-colored circus posters. The performed by any life-saving cr ew in by the door-step, a man upon horseback. From his dimpled hand and eat. hard frosts haven't come yet," said he. Prompted by curiosity, they plurged the service of the government. Sever- road was in none too good repair, estvvorL- "And the house needs airin' up. An' through the drifts and knocked at the "Good day to you. miller," said the Tiptoe he stands, with eager Face, al days ago two propellers we re wreck I iliy A\- h. 1-1,-T pecialon hillside where rains I guess Miss PlumbFriend Ruth, I cottage door. There was no answer. Holding his bulging apron tight. stranger. "Can you grind me this off the port of Marquette, in Lake had washed bare many stones and meanyou and Friend Patience here A she gently takes the apple he gi\ es They knocked acain still no reply. sack of corn?" and as he spoke he Superior. I a. savage storm they left ruts and hollows, and the bridge had better come over and sleep at our laughs with fresh delight. 4 They tried the door, but it was fastened. pointed to a bag that was slung across were driven on the rocks, over which was dilapidated and shook ominousunder house to-night, if you don't want to the horse's crupper. the breakers pounded furiousl y. There And now hhehas eaten the very last. each passing vehicle or pedestrian. catch cold. To-morrer the house'll "The clatter of the machinery prevents were no passengers onboard, but they "Tis an odd time to set the mill And "just one more," a nd "one little But there were few travelers be in better livin' order. And my sister his hearing,'" said one"le us one more" we re manned b}- crews of twelve men agoing," answered Peter Fane. "Could over either road or bridge and the Calphurnia'll be proper glad to see Then he waits a nd watches her as she try at the door ot the mill itself. each. They were making their last you not have come earlier? I have town was poor, so the selectmen left you." waiks Once, twice, thrice they knocked trips for the season. Th3 vessels were be en expecting you all the day." it both for time and theelements to Through the open barnyard door. I chanced that between repairs, still there was no responseonly the wrecked early in the day. There is no, I have had a long road to"travel" prey upon unchecked. ailing and adding to t''e arrears of loud whining of the dog inside as he life-saving station at Marquette, the the stranger repl.ed, "tor there are a I was yea rs agoyet I often sec. furniture,Friend Ruth and her niece remained scratched against the boards of the When the summer's dayis nearly done, nearest being at Portage City, 110 few mills nowadays where a simple A the side of this road, just before at the Lorn homestead for a My baby-boy feeding the pretty cow, door. mi'es away. man like me can have 21 am ground, it came to the bridge, stood the grist week, during which time MissCalphurnia, I the light of the setting sun. "Strange"' remarked a farmer "Has The storm was one of the bleakest 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 mown suddenly deaf that and coldest, equaling lowness of meal before the morrow's dawn." one to the other by an enclosed" shed Or has he gone to weave a new rag carpet, and 9 he cannot hear us temperature some ot the most bitter "Well, then," sa Peter Fane, "put and unpainted and unadorned except mapped out a crazy quilt as designated FBIEND RUTH'S PKEJUMCE. awav and lett the old mill to run itself in midwinter. The water of this lake up your horse in the shed by the mill, by clambering vines and the weatherstains by little Patience. 0 is extremely cold, even in midsummer. and come in and warm yourself, All of past years. David Lorn, who, in his way, was The people of Marquette turned out MI Their curiosity was piqued and they these long years no man could ever I was the evening of the day before BY ITELKX FOREST GRAVES. no contemptible carpenter, made a great excitement when they saw tnese say that I refused to grind his grist, pulled at the boards of the door until Thanksgiving. I the year 18. Peter Woman's Journal. strong kitchen table for the strangers, vessels driven upon the ro^ks within the rusty latch gave way and the door nor shall they say it now." And while Fane, the miller, stood in the put a corner cupboard in the living A farm! Seventy acres! All of our three miles of the town. The propellers swung open. the stranger dro\e his horse into the doorway of the cottage smoking his room, and screwed up hooks, shelves, own? I thee sure, Patience, that did not break up at once after A they stood in the doorway the shed as he was bidden. Peter Fane rekindled big-bowled pipe and looking out over and brackets innumerable, here.there, they had become lodged, but from the flood of "gray twilight poured into the his five and lighted his lamp, thee isn't dreaming?" the dusty road as it wound down the and everywhere, to suit Patience's fury of the waves and the storm it and, as thelight illuminated the room, old mill, and through the clouds of hill. was an old man, of some 7 0 Little Patience Plumb winked her fancy in the old house. was evident that they could 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 lhe minutes after as if likely to weath many another Quakeress, "it isn't as pleasant at that she was certainly and indubitably endeavors to go to the rescue ol against a post, with averted face midnight. winter storm and to bask under many Nutting farm, shut in by all those the two crew s, who appealed to them as it watching the revolving mill-stones "It is a snowy night," said the wide awake. another summer sun. His lo ng white crooked apple trees, as it is here. I through signals of distress. But there "Hey' Peter Fane'" they shouted, stranger, at. he entered, and, standing hair and white beard harmonized with "No, Aunt Ruth," said she, I am wi sh we were going to live here." was no boat at Marquette which could "are you deaf that you did not heed by the lire, shook upon the hearth the the flour-dusted jean overalls which I wi sh so, too, with all my heart'" not dreaming. Read the letter thy- live in the waves then beating on the all the racket that we made-"' snow from his garments. "It is a he wore, and his black eyes scanned cried hospitable Calphurnia. "Don't self." shore. But Peter Fane never stirred nor snowy night when the wind is cold, the scene about him with a wistful, you, David?" answered their inquiry. A leeling of and one when such a lire as this is After a number of efforts to communicate And Aunt Ruth, setting her spectacles eag er expression, as if hoping to see "Don't I, though!" said David. awe began slowly to creep over them very welcome." with the wrecked vessels some anxiously expected traveler. across her nose, took the folded And Patience, chancing to look suddenly as they adwnced. and one, bolder the people despaired of reaching Peter Fane scanned his visitor But there was no moving thing nor up, caught the sparkle of his paper from Patience's hand and slo wspelled closely. than the rest, streatched out his hand them and stood watching, expecting sign of lire within Peter Fane's sight. frank brown eyes fixed full on her out the words which, heard to put it on the elder man's shoulder every moment that the} "Ha\eInot seen you before"" he save only a belated crow swiitly fa e. S he turned pink all over, her an4 attract his attention. But suddenly would give way. Thp president of the said, pressing his hand to his brow as from other lips, had such a fabulous swinging his way to his home among own eyes fell, and she did not speak he paused, and the out sti cached Marquette, Ontonagon and Portage if in thought. "There is something in the leafless trees upon the hill. sound. again all the evening. Her silence arm dropped to his side, for he sawthat City railroad, which runs between your face which seems strangely familiar, The sun was setting behind a bank was not noticed, however Friend Ruth, Yes, it was true. Guarded about truth that Peter Fan Marquette and Portage City, came to and yet I cannot recall the time of cloud which the wind was swiftly as it happened, was descanting in her with legal phrases, there was the in'telligenee the rescue at the last moment, dashed hear no more earthly oicesii I nor place where we have met before." driving up from the northwest, and soft, slow way on a new pattern in aph office and notified *I to the teleg Fane was dtad. "We meet so many men in thcworld." that she, Ruth Plumb, who as its beams were withdrawn the air rag carpet weaving, and Patience took Portage City to clear the track of all answered the stranger, with There was no corn in the honp. grew gtay and became colde r. I was wove rag-carpets for a livelihood, and refuge under the gentle murmur of her trains. Then he called for the superintendent an odd smile upon his countenance, meal the bin but yet the i very still: the only signs were the murmur words. contentedly ate mush and milk when of the life-saving station at as he warmed himself by the hie. clacked on, grinding the air and Petei of the brook 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 the woild F.ine.s cold and ngid body stood as if the stones and pebbles of its bed, or nearly a month at the Nutting farm, that their faces linger without cause was a landed proprietress now of a watching it. I place at your disposal a locomotive the "caw, caw" of the distant crows. and the dreary place had gradually Who we re 9 in our memories. If you yoursell cannot Who was the stranger and a car for your life-boat. The S still was it, indeed, that the silence farm up in Rhode Island, which had begun to assume something of a homelike recall the time that we have met the guests that had yisited the old track is clear ahead of you. Come on seemed to force itself upon Peter belonged to one Ezra Nutting, a third look, when one eveni ng David before I cannot aid you 10 do so." man the night before? Peter Fane as soon as you can get your men and Fane unwilling attention, and the" Lorn came over across the sere or fourth cousin whom she had never "Well, an-wercd the millet, as he ne\er awoke to tell. boat ready. Twenty-four lives are expression of expectation on his face stretches of meadow land. seen, rose and took the lamp in his hand, hanging upon the promptness of faded and was replaced by a look of "Calphurnia's bent you a dried 'if grist is to be gi ound there is no your action. grave disappointment. little Patience looked at the elder peach pie," said he, carefully setting time like the pre-ent to grind it in." Lincoln as a *\lilitar\ Hero." The superintendent was as energetic Seventy years had Peter Faneas woman. down something in a napkin. "Asfor "Lead the way and I will follow," and plucky a man as is known to the [2\icoli unci llavm the December e'itur\.] boy and manlived by that old mill. e, I moved them barrels of cider to- "Aunt Ruth," said she, isn't thee replied the stianger: and Peter Fane service. The pair of hordes belonging was but 2 0 when his father, dying, never took his campaigning -en- day." proceeded to the mill, while the sti anger going out to see i t? And mayn't I go to the station were quickly harnessed lelt him to run the old mill, and for said Friend Ruth, knit- ou.sly. The politicians' habit oi glorifying 0 "Did thee walked behind. to the wagon, and the life-boat plac ed with thee?" 5 0 years years he had remained at his the petty incidents of a candidate's t: ng composedly away at a gray yarn "Bring in your grist," said Peter thereon. The crew then entered the post stationary, amid all the changes "Thee may go with me, little Pay," life always seemed absurd to stocking, while Patience made naste Fane, as he swung open the widefiont boat, and it was desperately driven and events about him. And how sa id Miffs Plumb, smiling"bu as for him and in his speech, made in 1818 to et away the pie. door of the mill with many a creak to the railroad station. I the briefest many changes tnere had been howmany going out to see it, railway journeys ridiculing the effort on the part of Gen. "But there's one I calculate you and groan of its rusty hinges. possible time a box-car was run 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 "May I not also lead in my horse?" down to the station and the life-boat or moved away during the lapse of what was in it, went on David. stay." advantage from that gentleman's re asked "the stranger. "It is a cold and the crew we re placed upon it. those many years! Business had I sold them all to thee," said Mi ss '"Will thee live there, Aunt Ruth?" spectable but obscure services on the night outside, and your shed has The engineer, who had received another been brisk and he had worked hard Plumb, in her gentle, decided way, -cried Patience, with sparkling eyesMiss many a crack and crevice that lets frontier in the Avar with Great Britain, dispatch from the president of the and laid aside for a rainy "all nine of them, at a dollar and a Plumb looked pathetically in the cold north wind. The brute is road by this time to hurry to the full he stopped the future eulogist from daybusines had been dull, half a barrel. With me, Friend David, around the little chamber, whose one a taithful biute and has borne me top of his spee d, pulled the throttle of painting his own military achivements and he had smoked his pipe a bargain means a bargain." window was bedimmed by a monster well, and the shelter of the mill is better the engine wide open and the special and waited lor better times. in two lively colors, "Did you know, Mr. "But one of them hadn't no cider 8ac wall. than the shelter of the shed." train dashed away on its errand of Speaker," he said, "lam a mditary There was no lack of life about the in it." I have always longed or a country I the days of the Black Hawk mercy at a frightful speed. There is no "Ay e, lead him in," answered the 9 old mill in those early years, for the hero "Then," said Mi ss Plumb, "we will liome, Patience, "shp said. "Thee has 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. deduct that from the rest, and tnee always lived i a the citythe does not by this fast-flying train beyond the than that the merciiul man is stages and numerous teams passed I was not at Stillman's deieat, but I can give me the change. I think we fktiow how a person feels who has once 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 need not differ as to that." stood on the hills and heard the free by a life-saving crew from any station mal," he continued, as the horse was a group around the milldoor, Hull's surrenderand like him, I saw "There wasnt no cider in it'" doggedly i\vin roaring through the pine trees." to a distant point. I is also the led forward, "and I'll warrant, one while within the air was always misty such the place \ery^oon afterwards.lt is persisted the young farmer. "But S the loom was stopped, and the b5r longest distance ever traveled that no ordinary amount or labor with flying flour dust, and the machinery there was something elsethere was quite certain I did not breaic my sword, little cupboard door locked, and the a crew for such a purpose. will tire. But 1 marvel much that so kept up an almost continuous money!" two women went to Nebasset, near for I had nonelo break, but I bent line a beast should be of such a color." The story ends abruptly in a brief clatter. Now months sometimes 'Which rocky pi omontory, on the edge "Money"' repeated Miss Ruth, letting musket pretty badly on one occasion "It is not the least of his meiits," chapter which tells that the cr ew arrived passed before the mill was set in motion, ot the sound, was situated the Nutting the knitting needles drop into replied the stranger. "There is not If Gen. Cass went in advance of me at Marquette before the wrecked and the grass around the door estate. Not much of an estate, her lap. one dark hair npon him. From ea rtip picking whortlebemes, I guess I surpassed vessels had i iven 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 captain and his crew saved every one him in charges on the wild Peter Fane's, and the passers-by were like a discolored mushroom, a huddle "fourteen rolls of sold half-eagles, twenin diiven snow." of the twenty-four men who had given few and far between. 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 clatter of the Indians it was more than I did, but I The contrast between the old times fthe rocky side of a beetling hill, in woolen stocking leg and packed in have been drowned within the next mill, will he'" asked Peter Fane. 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 sti anger, lifting Fane's mind as he stood at his cottage with the mosquitoesan althouh I on a sort of stone shelf. clink nor rattle, with salt hay wedged ot the railroad president and the skill down the bag of grain. "Now, door in the gloaming of that never fainted iromloss 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 these barrels as, escorted, by David may empty the grist regret for those vanished years, he Mr. Speaker, if ever I should conclude I know why old Ezra Nutting used to Lorn, a handsome sunburned young A with a rumble and a jar and many knocked the ashes from his pipe, and Conflicting- Names of Battles. be so cranky about keeping his cider to dot! whate\er our Democratic giant who occupied the next farm 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 may suppose there is of blackcockade Frequent allusion has been made to started on its revolution and the himself in preparing bis evening meal out to look to it himself every night, time. Federalism -ibout me, and trame of the building shook, creaked for Peter Fanelivedall alone, 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 gtoaned in all its ]oints as if in a faithful dog can be called a companion. cause of annoyance. For the benefit threshold. That was his banktha she asked doubtfully. K. their candidate for the presidency, I protest at this unseemly disturbance was where he kept his savingsfourteen of readers we give General Hill's "Guess likely they'er cider," said protest that they shall not make tun of its rest. Ail the day Peter Fane had been oppressed A hundred dollars." David Lorn. "Old Nutting, he made version, as found in the Century. of me, as they have ot Gen ('as-j, I was a quaint scene. The lamp illuminated with that peculiar intuition "Fourteen hundred dollars'" repeated the best cider for twenty miles The conflict of the 14th of September, only a narrow circle immediately attempting to write me into a military which every one feels somtimes during Mi ss Ruth, her healthy color paling aciand." 1862, is called the battle of suiroundmg it and thre the his life, that some one, he knew heto." a little. "But, Friend David, 1 sold "CXderl" repeated Miss Plumb"Didta'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 ot Boonsboro' at the South. athwart the darkness beyond in bars feeling had haunted Peter rTane it had "Hang it all!" shouted David, rising a famous cider farm?"said David. S many battlefields of the civil war of deeper blackness, and cast a disk brought him more than once to November Marriages in Holland. to his feet, "do you suppose I would "Didn't you see the orchard of apple bear double names that we cannot believe of light on the loof overhead which the door, and now, as he sat by the Pall Mall (.a/cttc. swindle you and Patience that way? arees on the hill?" the duplication has be en accidental. seemed like a sun looking down fireside, with his dog curled up at his Here is the money," diving into bis "Yes, I saw them," said Miss Plumb, Of the twelve months in the year I is the unusual which impresses. through a thick mi-t of clouds. Full feet, it continued to haunt him. et pockets, and flinging down the packets *'bufc I did not realize their meaning. The troops of the North came i November is reckoned in certain villages in the circle of light was the figure ol his reason told him that his expectation on the table with a resounding clink. I Limi k. Friend David, thee may pull mainly from cities, towns, and villages, in Holland to be by tar the most the aged miller, and iurther oil, wheie was only idle folly, for who was I am no thief, Miss Ruth' I never out the corks and were, therfore, impressed important. The four Sundays of this the light was dim (where nidistinetly there in the wide world who would coveted my neighbor's goods until "Bungs, we call'em," gently correet.ed by some natural objects near the seen),wasthe stranger, still closely month are known respectively as care to seek the old miller out, now Loru. scene of conflict, and named the battle mutiled in his cloakan the vague that wife, children and friends weie vi ew Sunday, Decision Sun Jay, Purchase Friend Ruth's eyes, faded, yet still "Bungs, if thee prefers that title, from it. The so'diers from the figure of a horse, and in the background dead? Sunday and Possession Sunday bright, sought his agitated face with And let the baleful fluid flow away. 1 south were chiefly from the country, was the darkness quilted with names whic sufficiently erplam the sat by the fire, smoking and gentle questioning. .am prejudiced with an exceeding prejudice and were, therefore, impressed bj. the weird shadows of the revolving thinking, until bedtime came,andthen purposes to which each is put by the against intoxicating liquors." "Keep the money, Friend David," some artificial object near the field machinery, while glints of fire glittered he carefully laid his pipe upon the young people. On Review Sunday the said she. "Poor though I am,I would "There ain't no harm in cider," protested action. I one section the naming ha? from the eye ot startled rat^, as ihey shelf, and going once more to the door unmarried girls and young men after forfeit more than that sooner than David Lorn. been after the handiwork of God in peered cautiously out of their holes at opened it and looked out. The clouds the morning service walk upanddown caue a fellow creature to offend." "'Touch not,taste nofc,hand le not!" the other section it has been after the the intruders. covered 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 Suddenly, it seemed to Peter Fane, snowflakes were falling thick and fast content. Having made up their minds said David, in desperation. It's Patience. a.pple orchard.it is not for me to criticise passage of arms is called the battle of and all the earth was hid beneath as if there came from the old house whom to select on the following Sunday,the No, little girl, don't run the kindly fruits of the earth, but Bull Run at the norththe name of a sounds of merry laughteran somehow, eir fleecy crystals. Though the away!" as Patience's eyes instinctively youths with the politest bows 1 could wish that they had been pasture little stream. A the south it takes though he was in the mill, he moon and the stars were hidden,there turned toward the door. I think you fields or potato patches.orsomething the name Manassas, from a railroad imaginable salute the fair one-, an knew that his cottage was tilled with was yet a dim lig ht in the air that indistinctly less deleterious than they are." must have suspicioned it long ago. The station. The second battle on the judge from the way in which their courtesy jolly revelers. and vaguely disclosed the house is unat lonesome since since you .She walked quietly on. David Lorn same ground is called the Second Bull isiesponded to whether success dark outlines of the mill near y, and "You seem to have a gay company went away that Ican't stand it no longer. was opening his mouth to remonstrate, 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 If I can't have you for my wife, when Patience gently beckoned him to 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 Patience, I'll sell the old place and go desist. is the battle of Ball's Bluff with task of obtaining the consent of the human life there was no sign. Peter the merry sounds. to sea. There!" the Federals, and the battle of Leesburg "My Grandfather Plumb died of delirium parents, and arranging in businesslike Fane looked carefully about him, then "So it seems," replied the miller, with the Confederates. The battle Patience's long-lashed eye drooped. tremens," she whispered. shut and fastened the door, piled the fashion the details of the marriage "andyet I know not who they are,nor called by General Grant Pittsburgh "Itit would be a pity that you "Aunt Ruth cannot forget that. Thee ashes over the glowing brands upon settlement. The stern IK arts of those what these sounds mean, nor can I Landing, a natural object, was should do that," said she. will have to let her have her own the hearth that there might be live leave my grist to go and see." in authority having be en satisfactorily named Shiloh, after a church its Avay." And then she hid her face on Aunt coals to lig ht his fire the next morning, But ev en as he spoke the door between subdued, all the following we ek the antagonists. Rosecrans called his Ruth's plump shoulder. David Lorn whistled a low whistle. and went to bed. the cottage and the mill flew parson is busy at marryins, but not wrent to live at the Lorn first great battle with Bragg the battle S Patience "But anyhow," said he, "there'll open, and a crowd of figures trooped slept, then suddenly awoke, for until Possession Sunday comes round of Stone River, while Braga named farm house, and Friend Ruth stayed be a deal of good vinegar lost it all in. Old Peter Fane placed his hand something had aroused him from are the happy betrothed permitted it after Murfreesboro, a village. S where she was, and the money was this runs to waste. I say, Mi ss upon his head in wondering thought. slumber. raised himself up and more than an affectionate gaze, or at McCIellan's battle of Chickahominy, a equally divided between aunt and Plumb." listened, not sure whether the sound "Can I be asleep?" he said. "Am I most a tender squeeze of the hand. little river, was with Lee the battle niece. Mi ss Plumb makes a comfortable I would prefer thee to call me he seemed to hear was real or only dreaming that here to-night have ol cold harbor, a tavern. The Federals livelihood out of the sale of the Friend Ruth," said the old lady mildly. some echo ef memory in his brain. come the friends of my past years, speak of the battle of Pea Ridge as "Newport pippins," "Gilliflower," and Perhaps it was the clock striking years, boys whom I played with in the Ozark range of mountains, and Kidneys stewed with champagne is Northern Spy" apples from the old "Ifc sounds pretty familiar, don't 12, for uow as he sat up in bed he childhood, girls whom I loved, wife the Confederates call it after Elk orchards planted by Ezra Nutting. an extravagant breakfast dish it?" apprehensively observed David. heard the vibration of the gong ringing and children, parents and brothers Horn, a country kin. The Union soldiers "But I sell them by the barrel only," the epicurean club men. "But if you say so, so" it shall be. I yet, faint and distinct, but still and sisters, those whom I thought called the bloody battle three said she. "Never for cider making. I say, Friend Ruth, if I'll go bail that perceptible through the silence. Surely we re dead.have you in truth come Blanched, roasted and sal days after South Mountain from th'- i this 'ere shan't none of it be used or have a prejudice against that sort of it must have been the fctr ing of the to me again, or are you but the fancies little stream Antietam, and the southern monds are considered esseniL thing." nothin' but vinegar to be sold by the clo ck that roused him, an i yet it had of my dreams?" troops named it after the village at fashionable dinner parties. H'ost. if- gallon, wq^ld you let me hev it at seemed like a sound more strange and And he stood erect and gazed at of Sharpsburg. Many instances market {raw It's a wicked in to Partridges, if young, will have black unfamiliar. But while he listened the them as if waiting for an answer. i Although it is made ri^b*- '4:50aan. waste thfr.Turd's good. gifts." might be given of this double naming c:05 p.m. sound was repeatedit was a tapping bills and yellow legs: but if old, blue -IT by the opposing force s. 4ew lork, it is advertised -*m ii:45a. m. on the doorand hastily rising from "Thee is not so far wrong, Friend legs and white bills. Late in the afternoon on the follow- fEnglish plum pudding.