Bellefonte, Pa., April 28, 1905. I SR CSG IRI. THE STRAYING Of LUCIFER. It was not that Lucifer meant to intrude. A better mannered horse you never knew. But when one has been tied in the woods for many hours one comes to want water very much indeed, and then, if one breaks a halter and goes seeking a drink, quite naturally he is liable to overlook some of the little niceties of behavior. Lucifer did. There happened to be a door between him and the water which he could sniff eo plainly. The door was latoh- ed, too, but this troubled him only for a moment. He was trying it with his nose, finding out how the thing worked, when someone inside called sharply: ‘‘Come in, come in!”’ Just then Lucifer hit upon the combination, lifted the little iron finger- piece, pushed with his head and answered the invitation by squeezing himself through the narrow doorway. g Possibly the sharp-faced, angular old woman who sat at the window shelling peas was unprepared for such a visitor. Yet she needn’t have screamed so. Lucifer didn’t bite or kick, save under extreme provocation, and his bearing was most friendly. She ought to have known that by the way he held his ears. But she waved her apron at him and shrieked piercingly. Lucifer, however, was thirsty, and there on the bench was the water-buckes. Merely glancing at the old woman, he walked over and plunged his muzzle into the clear, cool well water. Didn’t it taste good, though ! Not until he had touched bottom did he look up. A girl had come in; a tall, slim girl, who wore a checked apron and a long braid of brick-red hair that hung down her back. She was talking soothingly to the old woman. ‘‘He won’t hurt you, Aunt ’Phemie. He was thirsty, that’s all. Bat, oh, isn’t he a beauty ! Isa’t he, Auntie?’’ Now this was sensible. Perhaps Lucifer did not catch the full meaning of the words, but he liked the tone of the girl’s voice. They were low, calm, pleasant tones with no fear in them. This much he understood very well. And Lucifer was a beauty, to be sure. His coat was a pure, snowy, dazzling white with a kind of satiny sheen to it. From his plume-like forelock, that rippled half way down to his nose, to theend of the silky tail falling almost to his heels, there was not a spot or fleck of color. There were sixteen hundred pounds of him, too; not mere bulk, for most of it was supple, Sloely packed muscle under perfect con- trol. Of all these things Lucifer had knowl- edge, in his own way—one could see that by the way he carried himself; but it did not prevent him from appreciating the good points of others. Hence he eyed the girl approvingly and stood quite still, gaz- ing about the room. In all his somewhat varied career he had never before been ina farmhouse kitchen. ‘Shoo, shoo!’’ exploded the old wom- an. ‘Oh, Auntie, don’t. Let's see what he’ll do. Does the nice horsey want a radish? Does ams?”’ Now, as everyone knows, babies and all animals understand that sort of talk per- fectly. Lucifer made his best bow to the red-haired girl and went through the mo- tions of pawing with one foreleg. ‘Did you see, Auntie ? Did you see him beg ? Well, ums shall have a radish, so ums shall!’ And in spite of the old woman’s pro- tests the girl held out one of the red- and-white things to him. Stepping ginger- 1g across the creaking floor boards Lucifer picked it from her palm in his daintiest fashion. It tasted good, so he begged for more, and got them. Then he was fed a lot of peapods in a basin. ‘‘Now, sir, we’ll have to go outdoors. Aauntie’s afraid of you, ’said the girl at last, fearlessly taking him by tbe forelock and leading the way. Meekly Lucifer follow- ed, and the two tramped out into the back- yard, to the great relief of Aunt Euphemia Penny, who regarded Lucifer’s unheralded appearance before her asa thrilling and mysterious event. It was unusual. ‘Where on earuh did the beast come from, Jerry?’ As if Mrs. Penny thought that Jerry—her real name was Geraldine, you know—could answer. Yet Jerry did think she knew. ‘‘Aunt Phemie would scold me if I told her,”’ reflected Jerry, ‘or perbaps send me to bed without sapper, but I believe I just wished him here. Don’t I always say:— ‘Star light, star bright, First star I've seen to-night, I wish I may I wish I might, Have the wish I wish to-night? And haven’t I always wished for a horse ? But I never dreamed I'd ges such a lovely oneas you. Oh, you great white dar- ling !”? Then Mies Jerry would reach up on tip- toes and pus her slim arms about Lucifer’s big, sleek neck and lay her red hair and freckled cheek against his white nose. From the first Lucifer liked it, although never before had he made friends with any wearer of skirts. They were so apt to giggle or scream, and either proceeding is jarring to sensitive nerves. But this red- baired girl did nothing of the sort. She was quiet and gentle, but wholly unafraid. Best of all, she seemed to understand him thoroughly, and he bad kvown but few men of whom as much could be said. Had it not been for Misa Jerry, though, life on the Penny farm would have heen dull, indeed. The old barn had no other occupants than himself, unless yon counnt- ed the heus which cackled in the mows or the swallows darting among the roof beams. In the fields back of the barn was not even a cow. Miss Jerry proved to be company enough. Never had Lucifer fonnd anyone who had a keener appreciation for his talents. As first, to be sure, she did not know how to play her part, but little by little she learn- ed. How cleverly, for instance, did she pick up the handkerchief trick after Lucifer bad dropped a hint or two. She had led him into the barnyard and turned him loose. At once Lucifer began the three-legged trot. *‘Why, you beauty, you’re lame, aren’s you?" That was exactly what she should have said, of course. The next thing to do was to limp np to her and hold out the stiff foreleg. There, however, Jerry was at a loss how to proceed until he took one of her sunhoniet-strings in his teeth and tugged at is, . a I bind up the poor leg? Is that i : It wae, although Lucifer could only look sorrowful. But, as yon have seen, Mise Jerry was a peculiarly gifted young person. Off came the bonnet-string with a rip and around the foreleg it went. Having bowed his thanks Lucifer cantered around the barnyard to show how complete was the cure. How she did laugh at that and clap her bands! From then on she seemed to under- stand the game perfectly, even to the giv- ing of mock scoldings when he would pull the bandage of with his teeth and trot humbly back to her, the bonnet-string dangling from his month. ‘‘Isn’t he wonderful, Auntie!” Miss Jerry would exclaim. ‘“Where do you suppose he ever learned so much ?”’ ‘Its all very fine,” retorted Aunt ’Phemie, ‘but when be’s eat upall thas hay, where’s more to come from ? An’ who's to pay for that bag of oats? Who does he belong to, an’why don’s they come and git him, that’s what I'd like to know ?'’ * “I hope he doesn’t belong to anybody but just me. I know he don’t want to, ’declar- ed Miss Jerry. ‘‘And as for buying his oats, I can do that by selling some of my chickens. I'd rather bave him than any- thing else in the world.” : Not until he had thrown her once or twice did = Lucifer learn that Miss Jerry could not stay on his back unless he went very carefully. But it was only a matter of two or three weeks before she got the knack. Then the fun they did have tear- ing ahont the fields, Lucifer with his head up, ears forward, nostrils wide; Miss Jerry clinging to his long mane and uttering wild little cries of delight. When he was quitesure of her he began teaching her how to take jumps; low ones first, over narrow ditches and broken fences, higher and longer ones later, until she was perfect in the ars. Those were the finest rnns Lucifer had ever known, for, with no bits in his mouth to bother him, no tugging of his head this way or that, he was the real master of the | sport. Early in the morning, sometimes before the sun got up, was the time when she came out to join him in these wild, free gallops. It was then, too, that he wa keenest for a run. He did not know, o course, why it was that Miss Jerry would ride at no other time, or why she stole down before Aunt’Phemie was awake, to don in the barn a pair of loose-fitting overalls which she had walked five miles to buy for this purpose. Lucifer only knew that Miss Jerry was fast learning to be the best rider he had ever carried on his back, and that she was the most companionable human being he had ever known. So Lucifer was content, and the summer waxed and waned joyously, Miss Jerry, however, was not so easily satisfied. She, $00, had known other things than the quiet humdrum of the Fenny farm. The memories were rather: vague, for different scenes. There had been great tents and many horses and wagons. Her mamma was with ber then, a beautiful creature, all pink-and-white, whom she sometimes saw in a spangled dress with short fluffy skirts. And they were always going somewhere. She remembered waking in the night and peeping ons through onr- tains to see the black trees go by, always the black trees, with the bright stars over- head and the noise of hoof-falls and creak- ing axles to lull ber to sleep again. She could recall glimpses into the big tents where many lights burned high in the air, where people shouted and whips crack- ed and horses pranced around a yeliow ring. A big man with a prickly black moustache bad held her in his arms and said: ‘‘See, little one, see mamma on pretty horse!” Whereupon she had looked, then put her hands over her eyes and cried; for there were, oh, so many, many people out there and the lights were 80 bright and the horses danced ahous so, and she was afraid that something would happen to her beautiful mamma. In she end, too, something did happen. At last, she went to sleep one night and in the morning her mamma was not with her, and the man with the prickly moustache cried as he kissed her and gave her to a strange woman, who took her to Aunt Euphemia, with whom she had heen ever since. This was all she knew about that other life, or was ever likely to learn, for Aunt |& 'Phemie would tell her nothing. ‘‘The less you know about it the better,’ she had once replied. As she grew up into a tall, slender girl she developed one passion, and that was for horses. Hour after hour she would stand at the front gate watching for them to go by. Most of them were farm-horses, staid, sober-eyed pledders weary with hard work. These she pitied. Occasionally a trotter in a gig passed and she stared admiringly. But a saddled-horse roused her enthusiasm as did nothing else; Some of the riders muss bave thought ber crazy, the red-baired girl with the blue eyes, who langhed and clapped her bands as they cantered by. Then the big white horse bad come so mysiefiously, to the delight of her very soul. Perhaps you will understand now why it was that Miss Jerry got into her head the very queer notion which she put into practice one night last September. For weeks she bad planned it. On two even- ings she bad stolen down stairs after Aunt ’Phemie bad gone to bed. But at the last moment her courage had failed her and she had crept hack to ber room. The third time she bad shut ber lips tightly and said to herself, ‘I will do is, I will.” Lucifer was just taking his second after supper nap when she aroused him by com- ing into the stable. Sleepy, be watched her as she stood in the patch of moonlight that fell through the open door. She had her red hair fastened atop her bead under an old slouch hat and she was putting on overalls. Then Lucifer understood that there were prospects of a gallop. Bat this time, instead of taking him ous into the fields, she led him quietly past the house aud through the front gate, making him keep on the grass until they were in the road. . ‘Now, my beauty,’’she whispered tense- ly in his ear, ‘‘we’ll go to town and show them how to ride; won’t we, eh ?’ Go to town they did. Lucifer saw the lights in the distance and made for them willingly. He rejoiced to feel again the hard road under him, to hear his hoofs beat ont the quick, blood-stirring k’larrup ! k’larrap! of his running song. He threw up bis head, snorted gleefully and struck into a long, swinging lope that laid the stretches of highway behind him io fine style. On his back, riding as lightly as a cork on a wave crest, Miss Jerry cooed tenderly to him, now and then guiding him to the right or left by a pat on his neck, as she had long since learn.d how to do. J It was great fun. They could watch the folks run to their windows and peep ous into the moonlight to see who rode at such a pace. Nor was she speed checked when hey reached the broad main street of the town, where the houses sat snugly behind their little squares of green, where ‘there were street-lights and carriages and boys and girls who laughed on the sidewalk. Many eyes stared alter the big white horse and his boyish rider as they clattered recklessly on. Sure enough, Miss Jerry was showing the town folks how to ride. There it might have ended and no harm done but for an incident on which she had not count- ed. How was she to know that they were 60 meet the town’s brass band escorting home the fire department from a county muster ? That is precisely what happened. Turning a corner, they ran almost full tilt into the head of the procession. Just at that moment, too, the rat-tat-rat, tas, tat ! marching tap of the snare-drum was chang- ed to a full-volumed ' blare as the brasses brayed out: “When-you-hear the bells go ding-ling-ling, Bow-down-low, and sweetly we will sing. And when-the-verse am through, the chorus all join in; There’ll be a hot time in the old town to- night, Mah Ba-a-a-by I” Miss Jerry should have fainted, or gone into hysterics, at least. But she didn’t. She simply cast one startled, frightened glance at the band, at the lines of scarlet- shirted firemen, at the crowded street be- yond. Then she drew in her breath with a quick little gasp, shut her lips very tight, pressed her knees into Lucifer’s quivering shoulders, twisted her left hand into the strands of his mane and struck him smart- ly on the neck with her right. But Lucifer needed no guiding then. What, with a band playing *‘A Hot Time’’ almost under his nose! Not he. Why, that was his tune, his—the one they always played him on with. Forgetting his rider, forgetting everything save that the swing- ing music was throbbing in his head and sending little thrills clear down to his radi- mentary toes, Lucifer reared his great bulk until his fore hoofs topped the six-foot band-leader’s bearskin by many inches, pivoted grandly about on bent haunches, came down with a stamp that made the sparks fly from the macadam, swayed his head once or twice until he got the time, and then, neck arched, head tossing, fore- legs pawing, tail waving like a silken ban- ner and every motion perfectly attuned to the throbbing metre of the quickstep, he pranced and ocurvetted up the street at the head of the column. ‘ For a momen§, when the firemen and spectators saw the slim figure perohed on the back of the great white horse, with neither saddle-pommel nor bridle-rein to cling to, they held their breath and pre- pared to view disaster. One or two ran for- ward to catch the rider as Lucifer whirled himself about. But there was no disaster. They saw the set lips relax into a smile of pare de- light, saw a slender hand snatch off the slouch hat and wave it, saw a mass of brick-red hair tumble over the blue-and- white checked blouse—and that was quite enough to make them stare and keep their mouths agape. There were cheers and shoutings. Red fire was burning and Roman candles sput- tered sparks about them, for the friends of the firemen had planned to do the thing in style, Miss Jerry heeded not, for she had wholly and utterly abandoned her- self to the charm of motion and musio, her lithe fignre swaying in graceful unison with every movement of the big horse. And what did Lucifer care for noise or fireworks? Frighten him! Evidently you didn’t know Lucifer. No, there was but one person in all that crowd who had the least idea as to where this splendid white horse might have appeared from. This individual was a short, stockily built, seedily dressed man who ran along the curb, apparently more excited than the shouting small boys who ran with him, ‘“It’s bim! It’s him! he cried at in- tervals. No one disputed the statement. Perhaps it was because no one heard. But when at last the baud ceased and the big horse with its rider wheeled into a side street and slipped away from the crowd, the seedy man was close behind, following silently on a bicycle contributed unwilling- ly by an astonished youth. Even Miss Jerry was not aware of his presence as she slid off Lucifer’s back at the Penny front ate. . It bad been a prank, to be sare. She supposed she ought to feel frightened and sorry. Bat oh, it had been glorious! The tumult of it still raced in her veins. She knew that she only hoped that some time it might be done all over again. Mean- while the seedy man was busy. It was not long after this that a badly written, wonderfully spelled letter reach- ed Professor T. Caleb Norton, Proprietor and Manager of The Colossal Equine Para- gon Company. And when the Professor had puzzled it all out he was most extrav- agantly pleased. ‘‘Ime Buckie Slaler,”’ the epistle began. ‘Ime the osslur you fired lass spring. It was me tuck loosifur cos i was mad but he got away an i loss trak of him til jess now. Now © kno ware lossifur 18 safe an sound. I doant want no reward if you doant want to Jug me fer oss stealin. All © want is to be tuck bak with loosifur an cal it skware. Duz it go. ‘‘BUCKIE SLATER."’ *‘Does it?’ asked the professor of the empty air. ‘‘I guess ves! Why, that rascally Buckie is the best hostler in the bunch, and if he wa’n’t, just to get hold of Lucifer once more 1’d hire the Old Boy himself. Besifes, there’s a matter of a five thousand dollar reward that needn’s trouble me any more. I'll go after them myself.”’ Forty-eight hours later there was a touching reunion between two men. One was a big, grizzly moustached personage who wore in his wide striped shirt-front a diamond cluster about the size of a door- knob. This was Professor T. Caleb Norton. The other was a chunky, seedy-looking individaal the Professor called ‘‘Buckie.’’ When there had been full confession and free forgiveness the Professor was in a hurry to get to other business. “No good going out there tonight,” protested Buckie. ‘‘You got to stay over, anyways. In the mornin’ we’ll slip out be- fore sunup an’ I'll show you suthin’ worth seein.’ ”? Being more or less persistent, Buckie carried the day. Also his programme was followed, even to hiding thewselves in an old cow-shelter on a knoll commanding a good view of the untilled Penny acres. It was as much as Buckie could do, however, to prevent the Professor from spoiling everything as soon as he caught sight of Luoifer. “Wait, Professor; just you wait and see ber ride.”’ ‘Hub! Who couldn’t ride,”” snorted the Professor, ‘‘with the bess-trained horse in America nnder ’em ?”’ ‘‘That’s all right, but wait, I says. See, she goes it bareback with not even a halter- strap on his nose. Look at there! Talk about yer lady equestriennes! Ever see one sit a hoss like that afore ? Now they’re off fer keeps. Aint that a pace, though? Now watch ’em take that fence! Whoop- e-e-e! How's that fer hurdlin’, eh, Pro- fessor ?’’ But the Profesor’s eyes were glued to the small end of a pair of field-glasses. Only the rising and falling of the door- knob cluster on his striped shirt-frunt be. trayed bis emotion. At length he demand- ed: ‘‘Say, Buckie, who in Sam Hill's the girl that can ride like that, and where'd she learn?’”’ Buckie chuckled. ‘Learn! She didn’t bave to learn. Re- member Clara Dn Courcey, that used to ride for old John Robinson?”’ It was very unexpected, extremely abrupt. Mr. Buckie Slater could not imagine what bad bappened when he found the big fingers of the Professor gripping him by the throat. : ‘What d’ye mean, you pie-faced little runt?’’ the Professor was roaring at him. “‘I—I—I—that’s her girl,” spluttered the unhappy Buckie. ‘Not little Jerry! Is it? By thunder, I believe it must be! Bless her, she rides like it, don’t she?’’ This happened some seasons ago, bus the Colossal Equine Paragon Company, ‘bigger and better than ever,’’ if you believe the four-sheet posters, is still on the road. Is has a Wild West feature and a squad of ‘‘gennine Cossacks,’’ bus the star act, the one that is billed heaviest and about which the manager shouts bimself red of face and hoarse of voice, is the performance given by Luoifer, ‘‘whom the management stands ready to back as the most wonder- fully trained horse in the world,” and ‘the beautiful Miss Geraldine Du Coureey, the only lady horse- trainer in America.” ‘It was bred in she bone, bred in the bome,”’ whines Aunt Euphemia Penny, dolefully. Professor T. Caleb Norton says prac- tically the same thing, only in a different manner, as he points proudly to horse and rider. ‘Good blood in ’em both, sir. It'll show, blood will, every time.’’—By Sewell Ford, in the Delineator. Huntingdon Presbytery Opposed to Union, At the meeting of the Huntingdon Pres- bytery at Mifflintown, Wednesday of last week, the overture on the union with the Cumberland Presbyterians was answered in the negative by a vote of 40 to 26, the presbytery thus putting itself on record as against the union. Before the vote was taken a spirited debate occurred lasting for several hours. Rev. A. R. Day, of Alex- andria, led the discussion with an appeal favoring the union. Dr. Freeman, of Huntingdon, spoke earnestly against it. He was followed by Rev. Mi. Carver, of Milesburg, who favored the union. Rev. R. M. Campbell, of Spruce Creek, vigor- ously opposed union, while Rev. William Schuyler, of Centre Hall as earnestly favor- ed it. Dr. Laurie, of Bellefonte, in his usnal determined way protested against union. Elder A. P. Wishard, of Wells Valley, opposed union, Rev. Mr. Deemer, of East Waterford, and Rev. Mr. Haugh- awant, of Tuscarora, favored union. Before the morning session closed a call from the West Kishacoquillas church for the pastoral services of Rev. George Mc- Leod, promising $850 per year and par- sonage, was accepted by Presbytery to be beld by them until Rev. Mr. McLeod is received into the Presbytery, A call was also presented to Presbytery by the Little Valley church to [.eon Stewart, a member of the senior class, Princeton Theological seminary, at a salary of $350 per year; also a call from Burnham church at $550 per year to Mr. Stewart, with use of the manse and four weeks vacation. Mr. Stewart has accepted the calls. A call from Newton Hamilton church at salary of $300 a year ard a call from Mapleton at $350 a year, with manse at Mapleton or Newton Ham- ilton, as minister may decide, and two weeks’ vacation at each charge, was given to Rev. Horace G. Clair, approved and ac- cepted by him. J. B. Woodcock, a licentiate of the Presbytery, was dismissed to the Pres- bytery of Philadelphia, Rev. W. C. Kuhn, of Bellwood, at his own request was hon- orably relieved from Presbytery. The fol- lowing commissioners were elected to the General Assembly which will meet at Winona this year: Rev. D. E. Hepler, Fruit Hill, and Rev. Samuel Barber, Car- wensville; alternates—Rev. R. P. Miller, Philipsburg, and H. B. Townsend, Bed- ford. Elders : Stiles K. Boden, Mifflintown, and W. S. Li ingston, Altoona; alternates George W. Ganoe and W. R. Davidson. The Pennsylvania Legislature. To THE EDITOR OF THE WATCHMAN: On principles of national and state policy I have generally considered myself a Re- publican, but I am heartily disappointed with the work of our Legislature during the past session. I would like to see a Reform party started which would see that the in- terests of the State of Pennsylvania are of much more importance than those simply of Philadelphia. I think our Legislature has devoted too much of its spirit and energy to the interest of that city, while it has omitted or ne- glected much more important legislation for the State at large. The Publ bill and the so- called ‘‘Ripper” bills were passed, but what became of the re-apportionment bill, the personal registration bill, the local option bill and others of importance to the entire State? ? Has the majority party become too fat and corpulent and dying at the top? Are the people or the Legislature in the saddle? We might wisely learn a lesson from the history of the old Whig party of Pennsylvania. There was one good thing, however, the Legislature did do, and that was to adjourn promptly and give the people a rest. A REPUBLICAN. Reduced Rates to Pacific Coast Points. Via Pennsylvania Rallroad. On account of the Lewis and Clark Exposi- tion, as Portland, Ore., June 1st to October 15th, and various conventions to be held in cities on the Pacific coast during the sum- mer, the Pecnsylvania Railroad Company will sell round-trip tickets on specific dates, from all stations on its lines, to San Fran- cisco and Los Angeles, April 9th to Septem ber 27th, to Portland, Settlement, Tacoma, Viotoria, Vancouver, and San Diego, May 220d, to September 27th, at greaily reduced rates. . For dates of sale and special information concerning rates and routes, consult near- est ticket agent. : Appearances, Never be influenced by external ap- pearances in forming your judgment of a person’s worth. This is an impor- tant rule, for many a noble spirit is covered by habiliments of poverty, while not infrequently a showy exte- rior conceals a villain of the basest kind. PRE, Committee Wants Correct Names of Cen- tre County Soldiers. In order to secure absolute accuracy in the names and spelling thereof on our sol- diers’ monument, we will publish from time to time the lists of certain companies 80 as to enable those who are interested to suggest changes in initials or spelling, and also to suggest the names of any persons who may have been omitted from the rolls. This is the last opportunity which will be given to our people and to the survivors or friends of deceased soldiers who served from Centre county to have these names correct- ed. The Committee, therefore, appeals very earnestly to all who are interested in the subject to carefully scan all the names to ascertain. 1st, whether any bave been omitted ; and 2nd, whether the names of those already contained in the rolls are properly spelled. It is also very important that the names of soldiers who enlisted in organizations outside of the county or State should be secured, in order that they may find their place among the nation’s defenders upon the monument. Thisis perhaps the most important thing which the Committee has in charge, the organizations from our own county being already well known. If, therefore, any person, in or ous of the counn- ty, has knowledge of a citizen of Centre county who enlisted in organizations out- side of the county and State, it is especially important that their names should be as- certained, so that they may find a place among those who enlisted at home. Any communication in regard to these names addressed to Gen. John I. Curtin or William H. Musser, Bellefonte, will re- ceive prompt attention. 45th PENNSYLVANIA, THREE-YEAR REGT. FIELD AND STAFF OFFICERS, John I, Curtin, Colonel. James A. Beaver, Lieut Col. Theodore Gregg, ‘* $e George L. Potter, Surgeon. ‘Theodore 8. Christ, Ass't. & Surgeon. Jacob Meese, Sergt. Major, Homer 8. Thompson, Sergt. Major. Amos Mullen, Quartermaster Sergt. Charles Cook, Commissary Sergt. Company “A,” mustered Sept. 9th, 1861. Roland C. Cheeseman, Captain, Brvt. Maj William P. Grove, 1st Lieut. Cornelius W. Harrold, * Waldo C. VanValin, ‘ 2nd Joseph Funk, Ist Sergt. John F. Holla ian, John Fuuk, Andrew J, Goodfellow, Thomas Bathurst, Sergt. John A. Daley, ot Matthew Riddle, ke George Young, 4 Theophilus Lucas, 4 Thomas Croft, Corp. George W. Cochler, of Theodore Shirk, .“ Theodore G Leathers, * George F. Fence, tw Jacob Kaup, 4 David Williams, ho Philip Stout, * Lewis C. Bullock, # Frank Hogan, i George W. Long, bi Daniel Hanunen, 5 George Emenhizer, $6 Andrew P. Grove, John H. Crock, 8 Abraham Emenhizer, * John B. Whitemams, Musician, Falkin B. Williams, ¢ PRIVATES. William T. Leathers, Theodore Leathers, John Long, Andrew Arnot, David M. Beck, Charles Black, Benjamin B, Bottorf, 'I'nomas Long, ’6% Augustus Bomester, James R. Long, * tdward Brown, William Lyons, Charles J. Baker, Jacob Miller, David M. Bailey, John Miller, Charles Bratton, Charles Miller, Sub. David H. Barto, John Moore, James Bodle, Green Brewer, Abraham Boyer, James Boone, James M. Barnhart, Sylvester Bombaugh, Jacob Boyer, Moses Bullock, D George Moore, Danijel Martin, Michael Muhatfey, James Milligan, Charles Morrel, ’64 James Montgomery, Sub. John Murray, os Thomas Mullin, o. James Conley, John Martin,, Aaron Crock, George Mckihoe, * Emanuel Crock, Sub. Calvin McElhoe, Lafayette Cochler, ’64 William T. Mallin, William Calderwood, ’64James McNally, ‘64 Porter Coyle, Simon L. Nott, ’65 Jacob Campbell, Willliam. Neff, 64 Charles Nichols, George D. Piter, (trans- ferred to 53 Regt.) Dewey Douglass, (Drf’d) William W. Peoples, William H. Dewalt, Sub.George Petler, ‘64 William Dunlap, ’64 Philip Parient, . W. Daughenbaugh, D. Jarius Peace, Thomas Dehass, Lewis Pealing, * Peter Dreibelbis Peter Peach, Drafted Stephen Dreibelbis, Thomas Patterson, * Jeremiah Evey, Thomas Robinson, William L. Eckley, William Reeder, Willliam H. Etian, William Rossman, William Funk, John Riley, George W. Funk, Kline Q. Ruport ’64, Jeremiah Fravel, Thomas H. Reed Drtt., Jacob Falty, Levi Reynolds, * William Flack, Hailin Saylor, James H, Glenn, Andrew U, Saire, John Gummo, Joseph G. Stone, Sucipe W. Gill, Augustis B. Smith, Martin L. Glenn, James H. Strunk, Noah H. Huber, David H. Shawley, George T. Hunter, Ross Strickland, Rudolph Haines, William W. Taylor, James P. Haines, Thomas Taylor, John Haines, Wesley V. Tate, ’'64 Irvin ‘Haines, ’6% Charles Temple, Drafted John Heverly, M. A. Walker, William A. Hartstock, - Michael Walker, Benjamin F. Holter, Samuel Wheeler, David Hendershot, John A, Wilson, D. ’61 Israel Hoover, Ross Whiteman, Lorenzo D. Hoover, Drft.John B, White, John H. Harris, ‘“ Lewis H. Watson Charles Johnson, John Williams, Ira C. Knoll, Thomas Williams, Discardes Knoll, Meshach Williams, James Lucas, James P. Williams, John M. Lucas, '64 George W. Young, Reuben Yarnell., Company *B.” William L. Raphile, 1st Lieut. Harvey H. Benner, 2nd ** Austin Garnar, Sergeant. James Whittaker, Musician. Joseph J. Cline, James Debass, PRIVATES. John Arnold, William Ickhoff, William Boal, John Long, Samuel H. Byke, Jacob Lehr, Daniel Leslie, William Long, Thomas Mayes, Alfred Moore, Harvey Brown, Freuerick Bower, Henry Buskenheiser, Alfred Cortuer, Abram Cox, John Miller, Hugh Conway, Henry M-Allister Rovert Drummond, Samuel M. Nophsker, Robert Pruner, Joseph Raphile, James Shirk, John 8, 8 affer, Samuel I. Dickson, Abram Graffius, Joseph Griffis, Frederick Ettler, James Hinton, Herbert Stone, Andrew J. Hopkins, Theodore Stevenson, George Sager, Company “D,” 45th, P. V. L Austin Curtin, Captain. Charles T'. ¥ryberger, Captain. James P, Gregg, 1st Lieut. Evan R. Goodfellow, 2nd Lieut. Joseph L. Hinton, 2nd Lieut. Andrew I'. Boggs, 1st Sergt. John H. Winters, ce Henry 8. Krape, se Francis R. Shope, 6 Joseph Sewell, 4 John B, Gill, " Abel A. Yarrington, se Frederick Glossner, James L. Yarnell, Wm, W, Wetazler, “ John 8, Fox, 3 Wm. L. Moses, ty ‘Wm. B. Blake, se John H, Bostellers, James H, McBride, Harland Saylor, bo Michael Jobson, id Charles Hinton, do John McClain, 5 Samuel Roop, Laird A, Bartley, ss James 8. Kelso, " PRIVATES. Allen Albert, Harrison Long, John Adams, Adam Miller, Ciratted) Coruelius Bland, Wm. L. Marcy, (drafted) Wm. Beaser, Alfred Miles, John B. Bathurst, Wm. H. Brown, Wm. Boell, John Barger, Wm. H. Bathurst, James Blann, John R. Balser, Reuben V. Butler, Thos. Barto, (deserter) Abraham Cox, Harvey H. Cook, ’64 George Craig, Thomas Mayes, Henry Michaels, Robert M. Martin, Daniel B. Malone, Sidney F. Mufily, Andrew McIntyre, (drft.) Geo. W. McClain, ’64 Wm. McGinnes, 64 Theo McNichols, ’'64 Patrick McGee, Wm. C. McCauley, John McGinley, Geo. W. Carson, ‘Wm. J. McCann, George Dean, John McDonald, Dan’l V. Drake, (drafted; Dan’l W, O’Neil, John W. Doland, Wm. Orner, Philip DeHaas, David H. Parsons, Thomas Evers, Geo. M. Peck, James H. Eldrige, Emanuel Pletcher, William Eckley, ‘Wm. G. Richards, Henry A. Folk, Jas. A. Robinson, John Folk, Wm. A. Reaver, Wm. L. Flick, Matthew Riddie, James A. Fulton, Charles Free, '64 Daniel Felten, William Gibson, Sub. Daniel Glossner, Conrad Gumble, (drft.) Wm. Galbraith, Rufus Griffis, Wendell Sward, John Shrefiler, Henry L. Sands, '64 Andrew Shervey, '64 Dan’! W. Schenck, '64 Harman Sebert, Frederick 8mith,(drfl.) George Swisher, Q. K. Gardner, Charles Smith, Charles 8. Garrett, Benjamin F, Smith, Chauncey Glenn, Geo. Simonds, Azariah Grant, Wm, Swartz, Milo S. Hobbs, (drafted)A. J. Strawcutter, Henry C. Holter, Dan’l Strawcutter, John M. Herr, John Swank, (drafted.) Michael Hartigan, James A. Shirk, ° Charles Heberly, Juno. Stiffel, Pittsburg, William Hunter, Philip B. Spotts, Norman Z. Holt, Nathaniel Thompson, Dan’l W. King, (drtt.) John D. Thompson, Levi Killetts, Napoleon Thomas John B. Kerr, Wesley J. Ward, Pog. Frederick K. Korchoff, John W. Weaver, '64 William Kunes, Wm. M. Watson, (drft.) Thad 8. Williams, Edward Williams, Mark Williams, Lawrence Williams, ‘Wm. 8. Williams, Geo. Williams, Wellington W. Wilson, Amos Wants, Abraham Waters, ’64 ‘64 Joseph B. Kunes, John W..Kiliman, Roddy Logan, Nelson A. Lucas, John T. Lucas, Samuel Lucas, Robert Lucas, Isaac W. Lucas, Zach Letterman, Aaron Linn, Thos B. Whitelock, Jacob Laird, Henry Wilson, John Lyons, ‘Wm. A. Weaver, Company “E.” Henry Stevens, Captain © John O. Campbell, John Beck, Amos Harper, 1st Lieut. Armstrong S. Bailey, 2nd Lieut. William H. Houser, 1st Sergt. Joseph Bailey, Sergt. George W. Loner, * ¥illiam Bal ro 0sep ggle, Color Sergt. William 8. Koons, Sergt. William H. Poorman, Corp. Perry Cupp, 5: Frederick H. Weston, * Joseph B. Merriman, * John Graham, ‘ Theophilus Bratton, 4 John G. Goss, $4 John 8. McCurdy, fe John Giles, $ John L. Krider, i William H. Buck, 3 John Campbell, 1 Henry Ellenberger, hs Joshua A. Hurst, £6 James A. Rankin, os William Osman, Musician, - William A. Jackson, * PRIVATES. William Alley, Wm, Johnston, Joseph E. Arnold, David A. Kennedy, David B. Allen, Samuel Krider, Henry Bartoe, Michael W. Krider, Ira Buck, Henry H. Krider, George W. Black, Josiah Krider, Henry Bressler, Jacob C. Kauffman, Joseph P., Bateman, David Love, John R. Lemon, Thomas M. Lingle, George W. Lingle, James Lott, David Lightner, Henry Miller, Penrose Miller, Alfred Miller, Alfred Mitchell, Geo. W. Murphy. James Mayes, Thomas A. Mayes, Joseph W. Meyers, Samuel H. Meyers, Geo. W. Merriman, William H. Bateman, Samuel Bodle, Sylvester Branstetler, Charles Brownlee, Isaac Bailey, Alfred Bailey, Richard Bailey, John Bell, Jacob Beck, Augustus H. Cox, Marshall Cox, John Chase, William Campbell, Samuel Cramer, Charles Cartwright, John Calderwood, Geo. M. Marks, John D. Cronister, Joseph Monsel, Stuart Cronister, Wm. Miller, Jefferson McCardle, Wm. McClellan, Thos B. McWilliams, Wm. A. Poorman, Joshua R. Pheasant, John Peters, John C. Piery, Michael C. Rider, John W. Rider, John G. Rider, David Ray, Dennis Ryan, James H. Roach, James I. Dennis, Jesse Devoir, Hiram G. Ditzworth, Wm. Ellenberger, Samuel Eyer, Jeremiah Ewing, Robert Ewing, Christian Ellenberger, Jefferson Force, Sebastian Fisher, Jonas Fry, Wm. H. Fry, Jesse A. Flory, Henry P. Funk, John T. Sims, Lloyd Goss, Wesley Sims, Wm. Gearhart, Abraham Sharer, Wm. B. Glenn, Harrison Schall, Nonh 8. Goldman, Wm, H. Thompson, Caleb Gates, John Ulrich, John G. Heberling, Geo W. Weston, Joseph Hutchison, Jacob E. Way. Amos K. Harper, Daniel W. Way, Reuben Holderman, Albert Wilson, Wm. Hunter, Wm. H. Wrye, Daniel Harpster, Graffing Weston, A. W. Johnston, Francis A. Weston, Jacob Ward. Canny John Sherman. The late Secretary John Sherman showed his talent for financiering at an early age. He and two of his brothers had been given a sum of money with which to pay their board while on a shooting trip for a week at the house of a farmer near Lancaster, 0., their home. The week ended, John ordered the wagon and paid his board. But the farmer refused the money, saying that the sons of Judge Sherman would al- ways be welcome guests. When John found that he did not have to pay his board he sent the wagon back to the barn and stayed another week.—Lip- pincott’s. Rewards For Churchgoing. At Holsworthy, in Devonshire, Eng- land, the prettiest girl who attends church gets well rewarded for doing 80. About fifty years or so ago it struck the Rev. Thomas Meyrick, who was then vicar of the parish, that the young ladies there did not attend church so often as they might do. So he left a sum of money, and this, according to the terms of his will, was to be put out at interest. The annual income from it was to be given each year to the prettiest young woman at Holsworthy who had attended church regularly for that year. Getting a Pointer. Bosky—I say, doctor, I want you to look at a horse up here at the stable and tell me honestly just what you think about him—whether he is sound or unsound. Veterinary—I always tell Just what I think. By the way, is it a horse you think of buying or one you have for sale?—Boston Transcript. . Rare Insight. Jobson—Miss Blank looks awfully frivolous to me. What makes you think she has so much hard sense? Robson— I just heard her refuse an invitation to a card party because she couldn’t play cards.—Detroit Free Press. He who foresees calamities suffers them twice over.—Porteous,
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