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Some of us were philosophers enough to endure what we couldn't cure, hut the young men, and 'specially the chaps who had been conscripted, were terribly uneasy. They was ready to giye it up as a lost cause and start for home. Well, this feeling, coupled with star vation ratious, ragged uniforms, and daily fighting, sent a good many of our boys over to the Union lines as desert | era, and this brings about my story. I One of the conscripts in my company was a boy of seventeen named Joe Wil son. All us fellers of thirty or there abouts felt like a father to him. Aside from his youth he was poor and pale, with no march or fight in him. Bless you 1 but the idea of little Joey Wilson helping to breast back a Yankee line of battle would have set Jus all in a roar. He orter been horpe with his ma, and pone of us felt anything but pity for blm. One night, after the desertions had gone on and become so numerous that the big officers had to take notice of'em, a trap was sot, and lo ! our poor leetie Joe fell Into it. Yes, sir—nabbed "in the act of deserting to the enemy," and maybe you know what that signifies, 'specially whan that enemy isn't can non-shot away ? It was a surprise to os that the lad had plucked up courage 'nuff to make a break, but I reckon he was desperately sick of the Confeder acy, and hoped in some manner to get bock to his home. It was determined to make an exam ple of little Joey, and I guess it wasn't over ten days before he was convicted, and sentence approved at Richmond and an order read that be was to be shot at a certain hour. I suppose it was all quite proper and according to army regulations but it must have gone hard with the mea on that court-mar tial to conyict him. Had he been guil ty of murder I could not have aided to bring in a verdict against him. Nobody had seemed to know or care whether be had relatives or not, and so our surprise was great to learn, OD the day before he was to be shot, that a lit tle sister bad arrived in camp to plead for little Joe's life. It was too late. She bad been denied by the President, and of course nobody in the field had any authority to stop the execution. She was in camp all day long,and most of us got to see her. If I should tell you that she was the brightest, chippi est, smartest gal of ten I ever saw I would only be telling you the truth. She was exactly like Joe in looks, 'cept a few points handsomer,an' she bad his size and walk and ways. Tell you .com rades, when I saw that gal—l belieye her name was Nell—breaking down under the bad news and realizing ber helplessness. I'd have been willin' to let 'em shoot me in Joe's stead ! 'Deed, I would, though I say it so long after. I just wanted to lay my hand on her curly head and say : "There, there, poor child—don't cry any more 2 I'm all alone in the world and nobody'll miss me, and I'm going to take Joe's place." Howeyer, that couldn't be done. Joseph Wilson was the deserter, and Joseph Wilson must be shot to death as the penalty. While the big officers couldn't prom ise anything,they did grant her a favor. She asked for an hour's visit with her brother, and they gave it to her. We had him shut up in the granary of a barn, and on that very morning I was given six men and told to guard him until he was wanted for execution. It was thus that the gal came to me with a bit of paper on which was written : "Pass Nellie Wilson to see the pris oner for an hour. See that she carries no weapons." It was signed all straight,and I could not question her right. I was directed to see that she had no weapons hidden away, but Lord save you ! d'ye think 1 even referred to such a thing? No sir! When she looked up into my face, her eyes full of tears and her heart beating like that of a wounded bird, I says.to her : "Go right in, my dear, and may God bless you for what you have tried to do!" Well, now, in about twenty minutes after she bad passed in, what snould enter my head but an idea which lifted my heels clean off the floor. If that gal was as smart as I took her to be, she had a plan to carry out. What ? Why, to change places with Joey and send bim out in her place. That was the Idea, comrades, and for about five min- MILLHEIM PA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 29., 1885. utes 1 couldn't make up my mind what to do. I figured it out by and by, bow ever. Under one pretense and another I got all the meu but a single guard away from the door, hung the lantern up so as to throw a shadow where I wanted it, and while waiting for the gal to re appear I says to the guard : "Jim that gal must feel jist awiul." •'Sartin she does," he answered. "And when she comes out she'll be crying." "Reckon she will." "Poor thing, but I hope none o' us may seem to gaze at her too stout. She •might reckon we had no hearts." I tell you, the last twenty minutes was a hull week to me, and 1 had to keep mopping the sweat off my face. At last there was a knock on the door, and 1 opened it and let her out. I jist felt it in my bones that it was little Joe and so 1 says : "Well, child, I'm sorry for vow, and please don't think any of us here are to blame." With that I hurried her out as fast as I could, and then had to sit down for the weakness in my knees. Next morning—what! Jist as I told you. When they opened the door to lead Joe to his death they discovered his sister in his place, and she was jist cute 'nuff to smile at 'em at that. Joey had been gone for hours, and was safe inside the Yankee lines. Shoot her? Oh, no! They had to let her go, and it was such a smart trick that the big officers didn't want it talked about too much. Me ? Well, they did start to dosomething or other, but Grant made a move jist in the nick of time to bust up all proceedings, and nothing further was ever done. No body thought I had any knowledge of the plot, hut they hankered for a vic tim, and might have put me in a seri ous plight hut for having other business on hand.— Detroit Free Press. The Boy that was Buried. A Madrid (hpain) letter tells this story of the cholera epidemic: In Ulea, Murcia, there was attacked a man of over middle age, the father of a family, and also his little boy, aged 11, called Jose Gomez. The father died, and a few days after, at 6 in the afternoon, the boy died also, and was carried im mediately to the churchyard, at the same time when the grayedigger was finishing his day's toil. He viewed the last arrival,but although the grave was almost filled up he threw in the dead body and went away. Upon the next morninflr, as he opened the cemetery gate, the first thing he saw was Jose Gomes, almost naked,amusing himself. ( Hullo!' exclaimed the astonished gravedigger, 'who took you out of that ?' 'Nobody,' replied the boy cheer fully, 'I came out myself.' 'Bueno (good); come here, I wish to speak to you.' El chico [the little one], believ ing that he was to be treated to anoth er bnrial, began to run, and did not stop until he reached his mother's cot tage, .whom he frightened out of her wits, and she believed he had come from the other world. 'Where is your father ?' was the first question put by the poor woman. 'Oh,'he stayed there; but give me something to eat, mother, for I am very hungry.' The mother broke out into cries and lamentations, and the neighbors crowded in and tried to surround the chico, who fled and en deavored to hide herself,believing firm ly those attempts were premonitory of another funeral. In the end he was caught and put to bed,all the time pre testing that his one malady was hun ger. So they gave him his breakfast, and now he is the pride of the village as he runs about stoning dogs, which,it seem&-, was his favorite recreption be fore he was attacked by cholera. The final touch in the story is a striking in stance of the truth of what the poet sang: "They change their sky, not their dispositions, who go across the seas.' She Took the Hint. At home stations the private soldiers washing is usually done by the married soldiers' wives, who are expected to sew on missing buttons and do repairs for which a small sum is deducted from the private's pay. Pat McGinnis had a good deal of trouble with his laundress. Sunday after Sunday had his shirt come back with the neck button off or else hang ing by a thread. He had spoken to her on the subject, and she had premised to see to it, but still the button was not on properly. He got out of patience on Sunday, wheu the missing button had made him late for parade and exclaimed ; "Bother the woman. I'll see if I can't give her a hint this time any how." He then took the lid of a tin b'acking box about three inches in diameter, drilled two holes in it with a fork and sewed it on the neck of the shirt that was next to be washed. When his washing came back he found she had taken the hint. She had made a but • ton-bole to fit it. A PAPER FORJQJ& HOME CIRCLE. She Was a Gooi Wife. Jones wns well aware that his wife was in the habit of rifiing his pockets when be was a asleep, but like a wise man, he kept silent on the subject. One night, howevsr, he awoke aud caught her in the act. "11a 1" he exclaimed, "what are you doing, mv dear ?" The lady started, her cheeks (lushed, the par.taloons dropped from her grasp, and she was about to make a full con fession when a bright idea entered her head. Recovering her composure, sho said : "I was looking to see whether your psntalooi)B needed any buttons." "They do, they do, my dear," he ex claimed, springing from bed, "needed 'era for week 9, months, and I wonder ed why you didn't sew 'em on ; but I waited, for I was sure you would get to it some time and how kind of you to get out of bed at this time of night to attend to 'em. Say what you will, there's nothing iu the world like a good wife. Let me turn up the gas a little, BO'S you'll have all the light you want in sewing 'em on. Got your needle and thread and the buttons ? No ? Well,tell me where they are and I'll get them fur you." Mrs. Jones proceeded to sew on the buttons, while her husband sat on the side of the bed and encouraged her with words of praise for her wifely care and thought for his comfort, occasion ally remarking that go where he would he would always say there was noth ing in the world like a good wife. Then be went to the wardiobe and brought out several pairs of trousers, a coat, two 01 three old vests, and a number of shirts, from all of which buttons were missing, and cheerily ob served : "While we're at it we'll make a night of it." Two hours later, when Mrs. Jones, with a weary sigh, removed the thim ble from her finger, Mr. Jones patted her on the cheek and said : "I say it again, my dear, say it a : gain, that wherever I go I will make it j known, proclaim it from the housetops, I shout it in the highways and byways, that a wife who gets uu in the middle of the night to- sew buttons on her husband's clothes is a priceless treas ure, a crown to that husband and an ornament to her sex." Then Mr. Jones, chuckling to him self, lay calmly down and slept the sleep of the just.— Detroit Free Press. The Thistle and the Cornstalk. A Canada Thistle which had taken root in a farmer's garden one day saw a blade of corn peeping out of the ground, and in a tone of ridicule called out: "What a little one for a cent ! It's a wonder you have the cheek to [force vourself into my company. The blade continued to grow day by day,and it was of such bright color and looked so thrifty that the thistle final ly called to the farmer and said : "Realiy, but I can't put up with sucb impudence, and I hope you will remove that corn-stalk at once." "And who are you ?" queried the farmer, having for the first time no ticed the thistle. "Me ? Why, I'm the biggest and handsomest Canada thistle in the busi ness. My genealogy carries me back to king " "Umph 1" interrupted the farmer. "One grain of corn is of more value than a hundred thistles. Come out of that by the roots !"] MORAL The thief who abases the law always gives himself away.—De toit Free Press. * A Kind Voioe. There is no power of loye so hard to get and kfiep, says Elihu Buritt, as a kind voice. A kind hand is deaf and dumb. It may be rough in flesh and blood, yet do the work of a soft heart and do it with a soft touch.But there is no one thing that loye so much needs as a sweet voice to tell what it means and feels and it is hard to get and keep it in the light tone. One must start in youth, and be on the watch night Tand day, at work and play, to get and keep a voice that sounds, that shall speak at all times the thoughts of a kind heart. But this is the time when a sharp voice is apt to be got. You often hear boys and girls say words at play with a sharp, quick tone,as if it were the snap of a whip. When one of them gets vexed, you hear a voice that sounds as if it were made up a snarl, a whine,aud a bark. It is often in mirth that one gets a voice or a tone that is sharp, and sticks to him through life, and stirs up ill will and grief, and falls like a drop of gall on the sweet joys of home: Watch it day by day,as a pearl of great price, for it will be worth more to you in days to come than the best pearl hid in the sea. A kind voice is to the heart what light is to the eye. It is light that sings as well as shines. Train it to sweet tones now, and it will keep in tone through life. HOW GREELY WAS SOLD. A Story Told By the Alleged Discov erer of Pike's Peak. Green Russell,ofLumpkin County, Georgia, went to California in the early days of the gold excitement of that country, made a haudsome for tune, returned to Georgia, bought the big Savannah plantation on the Eto wah River, in now Dawson County, and quietly retired to his farm, but when Kansas was opened to settlers his restless mind carried him out there. He entered a large body of land ou the Big Blue River, from which point Le explored the Territory of Kansas and reached the Rocky Mountanis, taking with him tools to prospect for gold. In goingto the mountains he follow ed up the Arkansas River to its source at the foot of Pike's Peak,then turning north across the ridge dividing the waters of the Arkansas and Platte Rivers.he struck Cherry Creek,about fifty miles west of now Denver City. Here with his test pan, he found gold from the drifted sand. He fol lowed the creek to where it emptied into the South Platte lliver,and there established headquarters at what is now Denver City,from which point he prospected the country, finding gold almost any where. He had with him two brothers and another man. This was in the summer of 1858. In the fall he left his brothers and the other man and returned to Georgia, lie says: "Horace Greely was then making his famous trip across the continent, and be took in Pike's Peak. I re member seeing him. When the six horse stage coach drove up he got out with a slouched hat and moccasin slip pers on, which he had gotten from the Indians. I talked with him a little as he left the stage. That night he made a speech to the miners and advo cated the forming of a Territorial Gov ernment and calling it Colorado. In a day or two Greeley went up into the Gregory diggings, and some sharpers had set a trap tor him; they had open ed there a mine and had collected a quantity of gold dust, had salted the pit and all got sick. When Greeley got there they told him what a fine mine they had opened, and how for tune had turned against them and they were not able to work it. Gree ley tested their mines, found gold in abundance, and finally struck a trade ar?d paid the mines (or claim). Of course, before Greeley worked out the salted gold they were gone. What Sort- What sort of a morality is that which satisfies a man in the nonpayment of a debt as long as his creditor refrain from "dunuing ?" What sort of morality is that which satisfies itself in the nonpayment of a debt because it is a small amount—a trifle ? What sort of morality is that which calls the attention of the creditor to an overcharge, bat is silent about an un dercharge ? What sort of morality is that which seeks to evade meeting his creditor lest he should be more plainly reminded of his indebtedness ? What sort of morality is that which satisfies itself in the nonpayment of a debt becauee the creditor is presumed by the debtor not to need what the debt calls for V What sort of moralitv is that which gets offended when asked to pay a debt which the debtor promised to pay long before the time of dunning ? What sort of morality is that which ignores moral obligation as to a debt, and pays only when the civil law com pels ? What sort of morality is that which lightens the obligation to pay a just debt in proportion to the length of time since it was contracted ? In short, what sort of morality is that which disregards the command, "Thou shalt not steal ?" DeKaggs—There is a most peculiar odor judge, that issues from a crevice in the bank near my house. I think it is natuial gas. Judge—Why don't you test it ? DeKaggs—l don't know of any con vincing test. Judge—Touch a lighted match to the crevice. DeKaggs—But it might explode and blow me up. j Judge—Well, great Scott ! do you | want any more convincing proof than that ? Terms, SIOO per Year, in Advance. Fighting off Death. Conductor Frazer, of the Interna tional and Great Northern Railroad,* tried to fight off death a few hours in order that he might see his wife once more. lie had been shot by a tramp and had been taken to Tyler, Texas, iu a dying condition. "Help rao fight back this cruel death boys, until my wife gets here," said the dying man cheerily. # The doctor had already told him he could live but a few hours. With s calm cMirage he heaid the verdict and called all of his wonderful force to bis aid in the struggle to live till his wife arrived. "Tell me excitiug stories," he said to the boys around his bed "for I maat make this run tiil she conies "- r And the boys did laugh and tell big stories, poor fellows, wheu their stout hearts were filled with sad regret. The hours sped rapidly by ; the merry voice of the conductor grew fainter and fainter, but his coinage never faltered.' A telegram from his wife in answer to one sent to her some hours before, was brought into the room and real. She was coming on a special train ; the road was cleared for her passage and with lightening speed her tiaijf was annihilating. What a race 1 A young woman in the full (lush of loye and a life pitted against the king of ter rors. The news nerved Frazer for a moment and his effoits to Keep up were renewed. A littlte later another tele gram arrived. "Old boy," whispered a brukom in, "she will be here in an hour."j "Turn me over, boys," he said. It was done. He whispered to an attendant : "Charlie, I—l cannot run on this schedule. Good-bye 1" lie was dead. Never Missed. How a Bright Operator watched the Variable Wind, "The prairies of the west ate a great place for wind," said a telegraph oper ator. I used to have a station out in Nebraska, right out on the open prai rie, and tbe way the wind bio wed there was a caution. But it was a lucky wind for me. At a station about thir teen miles west my girl lived, and as I had no Sunday trains or business of any kind I used to go up there and stay over Sunday. But a livery horse from Saturday night to Monday morning cost me too much umney, and so I rig ged up a sail on an old tie-car. All I haJ to do Saturday night was to hoist my sail, push that tie-car out on the main track and in less than an hour I was at my journey's end. For more than a year I went to see my girl eyery Saturday night by means of that sail' car. Pretty sleek, wasn't it ?" "Yes, pretty sleek. But do you mean to say that the wind blowed iu the same direction every Saturday night during all that time ?" "Of course I don't." "Well, how did you manage it those nights when it blew in the other direc tion ?" "Easy enough. I had another girl at a station fifteen miles east." Acsording to the last Uuited State s census theie are 503 establishments in this country devoted to the proprietary medicine business, employing 4,015 operatives, with an aggregate invest ment of capital amounting to $10,520,- 000, and the annual product is valued at $14,682,000. The New York Slate leads all others with au invested capi tal of $3,512,430, which is about one third of the entire country's invest ment. Pennsylvania comes next and Missouri ranks third in invested capi tal, followed respectively by Ohio and Massachusetts. In the amounts of an nual product New York again stands first, followed in order by Massachu seets andPennsylvania,the other States standiug about even. A fair calcula tion is that about twenty-five Ameri. can proprietary medicines have at pres ent a very large sale in England. f -£ A Mighty Sentence. The opening sentence of the Bible, tk ln the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth,'" contains five great universal terms, and speaks of many boundless totalities -God, Heav en, earth, creation and the beginning. It is, perhaps, the most weighty sen tence ever uttered, having the most gi gantic members. In its comprehensive sweep it takes in all past time, all con ceivable space, all known things, all power and intelligence, and the most comprehensive act of that intelligence and power. This sentence is a declara tion on nearly all the great problems now exercising scientists and philoso phers. * v SUBSCRIBE for the JOURNAL. NO. 42. . 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A, tall man, attired in the prevailing style of jPoduok, met a very pleasant gentleman who waa extremely solicitous regarding bis comfort. By degrees he seemed to win the confidence of the * tali man, who after much entreaty eoooeoted to accompany bun to a neighboring bar-room. "You say you have traveled out West, " observed the tall man. "Yes, indeed," responded the pleas ant gentlenmn.ttn '* ail lo a * i j "Did you ever see a bar-room fight in Idaho?" , • t , % w U *Z - iwItVPIvvA IO fvfl "Did I?" responded the gentlsai&n as he leaned back'in bis chair ana. put on' the ldok of an experienced cot tbrpfifi .5 hw3 W "Well,i once;" observed the tall man,'*l waa detained in Tin Cup, which I may remark is one of the best camps in the Territory, and of course there was nothing for me to do bat' sit around tbe bar-room. I was kept there tour or five days. The last day I was there a stranger about your size came in tbe place and offered to play a game of peker with the boys for a night's lodging. He * bad just fifty cents with him and it cost a dollar to sleep in Tiq Cop when you took your clothes off. Well 9 be found lots of the boys ready and willing. They played four or five hands, wben the stranger, who had accumulated five dollars, opened a jack pot for five dollars. They all came in. He had four aces and a king. Some other mau had four kings and an ace, and this led to aT little argument The stranger grabbed tbe stakes and leaned up against the wall until everybody else was out ot range, and we all gave him the money by mutual consent We had tbe funeral of the other man the next day." "Just as I was about to say," interrupted the gentlemanly man. "You?" c, ''Yes,me. So you saw that fight?" "Eh?" responded the tall man, with a look of surprise on his face. "You were there at that fight?" "Wasn't that-what I said?'* "Well, I am delighted to meet you. I—I —am the stranger. I have long ed ior a witness of that fight for years. Shake." They shook. r About three hours afterwards when a policeman in that locality he noticed a small,gentlemanly-looking man limpingasross the Battery as if he had sat down on something warm, and a tall man leaning against a lamp post contemplating the scene with evideut satisfaction. "Merely a little friendly argument," said tbe tall mau in explanation. "You see he knew my father in Podunk. He used to go to school with my sister and was engaged to my cousin. I began to loose confidence iu him when he jtold me this as I don't live iu Podunk, hav en't any sisters and my only cousin is a man. But whtpj he saw a fight I was lying about and tried to borrow fifty dollars of me oii the strength of it I felt moved to expostulate with him. That was all. Good-night." In the South. Its Industries Striving to Outstrip Northern Ones. —— But for the industrial activity iu the south much more causes for complaint would exist in northern industrial cen tres. A vast amount of capital is find ing employment iu southern states. Mills, factories, sawmills sod shops of all kinds are springing up. The capi tal engaged ranges from SIOOO to SIOO,- 000. Amoug tbe enterprises are saw and plaining mills and furniture factor ies. New flouring mills are going up. Fruit evaporating concerns, cotton seed oil mills, ice factories and ma chine shops are among some of the re cently undertaken enterprisesjarge and small are springing up, to say nothing of house and store building. In fact, a spirit of industrial enterprise seems to have broken loose in the south, which will go far to help us tide over what would other wise be a yery serious de pression. NOTICE.— The new Process Roller Flour, manufactured by J. B. Fisher, Pens Ball, is for sale at D. S. Kauff man & Go's new store, .Main street Afillheim, Pa.
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