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VOL. 59.
HIS LITTLE SISTER.
A War Episode Told by an Bx-Oon
tederate Soldier.
Somewhere among the archives of the
Confederate Government may he found
a document dated about September 3,
1864, wherein Joseph Wilson was sen
tenced to be shot, and on the back of
which is the indorsement, "Approved
—Jefferson Davis, President."
You see, my command was then in
Virginia, and It was war times of a
certainty. We rebels were hard pushed
ou all sides,having little to eat and less
to wear, and it did seem as if a fight
had got to be a matter of dally occur
rence. 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.
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Hard Upon by a Gentlemanly
'Stranger.
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It hapftenod in the neighborhood of
Castle Garden. 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 , %
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"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.
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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.