THE COLUMBIAN, BLOOMSbURC, PA.
A MAN'S WOMAN.
he Is not wot, tho wnmmi that 1 '.ore,
I Not in nhe fair,
tor wlun In ny loin that bnnVn ran toll,
And yet she Knonn the nfi-et of spoil
l'Yom f ct to liHir.
Ah, no, not i.ie, tho woman thut I lore.
She li not full-, the womnn that I love,
Nor In h wise,
Nor swop!, mid yet, mm p r from feel to
hair.
With turn of waNt, or tliroitt, mul I urn there,
Hh1 In hr iye
All, so, not fair, wio woman that I lore.
Hhe 1 not wlao, the woman thut I love,
Nor U (the nwtet,
Nor fair 'I he spoil he wwtm. It It of tenset
'J la umif-fln1 atii aubil-, el hittsuso
'liiiuo wli hotn hv-nt.
All, no, i.ot Buei, tho ho. nan that I lore.
Mot fair, nor t, nor n ine Is she I lore.
Beyond a munis
Inoarnuta uaysivry ol ntutlvoe
Usrolvect, uiitiilviilile ; m xpoll tint llroll
iillufttV tlnine,
Tliat which oht lj, luu wo, nan that I love.
( - old KiiKiish 1'oem.
THE LKTTElt TO HOSE.
Night hml fallen on the banks ot
the Chlppalogn, and the fight was over. I
It hail been hot and fierce while it last- i
cd, and the battered remnant of South- 1
ern troops, though at last they had
been forced to fight, leaving ono-third
their force on the field, had thinned
tho numbers of their conquerors.
To Roland l'earse, monotonously;
tramping on sentry duty along the
trark worn by his own feet In the
enow at a tantalizing distance from
tho nearest of tho small , watch-fires
which gleamed around tho central one,
where the officers were sunk in sleep,
it seemed as if the dawn would never
come. A year's hard campaigning had
toughened him to all accidents of war,
and the coldest nnd longest night's
watch after tho hardest day's fighting
or marching came to him, as a rule,
naturally enough. But he had been
wounded in the fight, though not seri
ously, yet painfully, and between the
consequent loss of blood and the bit
ter cold was weary well nigh to death.
In the dead stillness of tho night the
monotonous chant of the river near at !
I hand combined with weakness and
weariness to stupefy his senses, and
for minutes together he shuffled along
the track he had worn In the snow
with a quite unconscious persistence,
awakening at the end of his beat with
a- nerve-shattering start, and falling
asleep again ere he had well turned to
retrace his steps. At last, a deeper
doze was terminated by his falling at
full length in tho snow. He gathered
his stiff, cold limbs together,
and limped along shivering, swearing
at the snow which had penetrated dif
ferent loopholes of his ragged uniform,
and, slowly melted by contact with his
scarce warmer skin, served at least to
keep him awake. He drew from his
pocket a flask containing a modicum
of whiskey. It was little enough he
could have gratefully drunk twice the
amount; but, with a self-denial taught
by many bitter experiences, he took
only a mouthful and reserved the rest
for future needs.
With a vague idea that a new Beat
would somewhat relieve the monotony
of his watch, he struck Into another
track and trudged resolutely at right
angles with his former course, the two
lines of footsteps making a gi ran tic
cross upon the snow. His form r las
situde was again beginning to c nquer
him, when It was suddenly dissipated
by a voice which rang out on the still
ness with startling suddenness, instinct
with anguish:
"If you have the heart of a man in
your breast, for God's sake, help me!"
Twenty feet from where he stood
Roland beheld the figure of a man
raised feebly on one elbow above the
level of the snow. There was only
Just light enough to distinguish it. He
approached it cautiously, with his rifle
advanced and shooting rapid glances
from the prostrate figure to every,
clump of snow-covered herbage or in
equality of ground which might af
ford shelter for an ambuscade,
"T am alone," the man said.
Ho spoke each word upon a separate
3ob of pain and weakness. He wore
the Southern uniform, and Roland saw
that one arm and one leg dragged from
his body, helpless and distorted. An
old sabre cut traversed his face from
tho cheek-bone to the temple. He
looked the very genius of defeat.
"I am dying!" he panted to Roland.
The young man pulled his beard as
he looked down at him, and shrugged
his shoulders with a scarce perceptible
gesture.
"I know," said the Southerner, "I
don't growl at that. I've let daylight
In a few of your fellows in my time,
and would again if I got the chance.
Now it's my turn, and I'm going to
take it quiet. But I want to say some
thing to write something to my wife
in Charleston, will you do that for
me? It isn't much for a man to ask of
another, I don't want to die and rot
in this cursed wilderness without say
ing good-by to her."
"You must look sharp, then," said
Roland, kneeling beside him, "for I
shall be called into camp in a few
minutes.
He took an old letter from his pocket
and with numbed fingers began to
write, at the wounded man's dictation,
on its blank side.
"My darling Rose," he began.
Roland started as If stung by a
snake, and bent a sudden look of
questioning anger on his companion's
face. The Southerner looked back at
him for a moment with a look of sur
prise. Then his face changed.
"Jim Vickers!" said Roland.
"Roland Pearse!" cried the other,
and for a moment there was silence
between them.
"Last time your name passed my,
lips," said Roland, slowly, "I swore to
put a bull let in you on sight."
"I guess you needn't," said Vickers;
'Tve got two already. Not that I'm
particular to a bullet or so, only you
might finish tho letter first, anyhow.
For God's sake, Pearse," he continued,
sudden emotion conquering his dare
devil cynicism, "write the letter! It's
for Rose. She won't have a cent in the
world if I can't pond her the news I
want you to write, and sho and the
child will starve. I got her by a trick,
I know, and a nnsty trick, too; but I'd
have done murdpr to ret her. Sho was
the one woman I over cared a straw for
really. And si o loves me, too. Shoot
me, If you like; but for God's sake
write tho lettor."
Roland bent his head over the scrap
3f pnper again,
"Go on," be said, hoarsely, and Vlck-
rs went on, panting out the words 1
1th an eagerness which proved the
sincerity of his affection. The letter
had regard to the disposition of cer
tain sums of money for which the
voucher had been destroyed by fire
-luring the siege of Philadelphia two
days previously. It wns scarcely end-
J V - I 1- 1 1 . 1L. '
u wiit-u u uugie buiiuubu iruui mo
ramp.
"That's, the sentinel's recall," said
Roland. "I must get In. I'll forward
the letter the first chance I get."
Hn rose. Vickers, with a dumb
ngony of grateful entreaty In his face,
feobly held tip his left hand the right
arm was shattered. After a moment's
hesitation Roland bent and took it.
"Here." he said, "take this."
He dropped his flask beside him.
"Keep your heart up; perhaps you
ain't as bad as you think. I'll see if I
can get help for you."
Tears started to the wounded
wretch's eyes.
"Rose had better have taken you, I
guess," ho said, Ronald turned sharp
ly away.
"I'll be back as quickly as I can," he
said, and ploughed hit) way back Into
camp without a single backward
glance. Coming to a large tent, the
only one In the camp, roughly run tip
as a temporary hospital, he passed be
tween two rows of prostrate figures,
sunk in the sleep of exhaustion or
tossing in agony, to where a man in
tho uniform of an army surgeon was
bending, pipe In mouth, over the body
of a patient. "I want to speak to you
when you've finished, Ned."
The surgeon nodded without raising
his eyes, completed his task, ran his
blood-Rtalned lingers wearily through
his hair and turned to Roland with a
yawn and a shiver.
"That's the last of 'em," he said.
"I've been at It since nightfall, and
I'm dead beat. Cut it chort, old man;
we start in an hour, and I meant to
get a wink of sleep."
"I'm afraid you'll have to do without
It," said Roland. "Do you remember
Jim Vickers?"
"Jim Vickers," repeated the surgeon.
"Oh, yee! The man who married Roso
nishop."
Roland winced and nodded.
"He's out there, BhoL In the arm and
leg. Says he's dying. He didn't know
me, and asked me to write a word for
hint to Rose to his wife. I want you
to come and have a look at him."
The surgeon shrugged, with a half
yawn.
"He's a reb, I suppose? Haven't seen
him in our crowd."
"Yes." said Roland, "but one man is
pretty much tho same to you as an
other, I reckon, and you know Roso.
You might save him."
Ned shrugged again, tossed seme lint
and other necessaries into a bag on
the table, and they set out together.
They found Vickers asleep, with the
empty whiskey flask lying on the snow
beside him.
There was a ruined shed at a hun
dred yards' distance, to which they
carried the wounded man, who woke
and groaned as he was raised. Ar
rived under shelter, Ned silently be
took himself to examining Vickers'
wounds. Arm and leg were both shat
tered, and three of his ribs were
broken by a horse's hoof. Roland
watched his friend's face, but it wore
the aspect of even gravity common to
the faces of men of his profession en
gaged at their work, and nothing was
to be learned from It. His task finish
ed, he patted his patient's shoulder,
collected his tools and left the shed.
Roland followed him to the door.
"What do you think? Can he pull
through?"
"He would with proper nursing and
good food; not without."
"Can we take him with us?"
"No, the colonel wouldn't hear of
it. We have to join Meade at Peters
burg In two days, and we can't afford
to be bothered with lame prisoner.
Leave him some biscuit and a bottle
ot whiskey, and let him take his
chance. We've done all we could."
"I can't leave him," said Roland.
"You've got mighty fond of him all
of a sudden," said Ned, with some
thing of a sneer."
"I'm as fond of him as I always
Was," answered Roland. ' It's Rose."
"Well," said the other, after a mo
ment's silence, and with the air he
might have worn had he found him
self forcod to apply -the knife to the
flesh of his own child, "If you want my,
opinion you shall have it. You 11 do a
long sight better business for Rose if
you let the fellow die. And, besides,
you can't save him. He'd take months
to heal up in hospital, with every care
and atterMon."
"I might take It," said Roland.
"And be chot for desertion?"
"That's as may be. The chances are
I shouldn't be missed till you were too
far away to send back for me. I must
go and answer to my name, and then
see if I can't drop behind."
Ned held his head in his hands as If
it would else burst with the folly of
his friend s Ideas.
"I can't stay here all day talking
nonsense," he said angrily. "I'm
off Into camp."
He Btrode away, and Roland kept
pace with him. He did not need his
friend's assurance of the folly of the
act he meditated. He quite recognized
that, but It was only in the back
ground of his thoughts, which were
filled with the memory of a woman's
face. How could he leave the man
Rose loved to die, while any possible
effort cf his might suffice to save him?
"Somebody might come along and
give me a hand to get blm to the
nearest town," said Roland, vaguely,
but tenaciously,
"The nearest town is thirty miles
away. How would you get him there?
It's impossible. Besides, look at this."
He pointed to the sky, an even blank
of thick gray cloud. "That'll be fall
ing in another hour. You'd be snowed
tip. And then hang it all, man, I
must be as mad as you are to discuss
the thing at all. You don't suppose
you're going to get leave of absence to
nurse a Johnny Reb?"
The first flakes of the coming snow
storm fell as the detachment started.
It marched In very loose order, for the
road was rough, the snow deep, most
of the men more or lose broken with
wounds and fatigue, and it was known
that no enemy was within sixty miles
Roland fell, little by little, to the rear,
I where the clumsy country wagons
lumbered along full of the wounded
i under Ned's charge.
I "You'll take care of the letter," he
1 whispered, a,ud thrust it into bis
friend's hand. "Good-bye. I shall fall
in with the next detachment If I pull
through long enough. If not "
He nodded, and at a sudden turn of
the road, here quickly surotinded by
maple and hemlock, dnrted among tho
trees, and listened, with his heart In
his ears, to the jungle and clatter of
arms as his comrades marched on. It
died away upon the snow-laden air,
and he retraced his steps to the shed
with an armful of dry leaves and
twigs, with which, by the sacrifice of
one of his few remaining cartridges,
he speedily made a blazing Are. Vick
ers lay quiet, watching him through
half-shut lids.
"Say, Roland," he said, presently,
"what sort of game this?"
"I'm going to see if I can pull you
through," said Roland, with an af
fectation of cheerfulness.
"You can't," said Vickers; "I heard
what Ned said Just now. I'm booked
for the Journey through, I know it.
Don't be a feol. Follow the boys and
leave me here. I'm beyond any man's
help. You won't? Well, you always
were a nutmeg-headed sort of crea
ture. I never knew you to have more
than one Idea at a time, and that one
wasn't worth much, as a general thing.
But this Is madness, sheer, stark mad
ness! Look at the snow! Another
hour or two and we shall bo snowed
up. It's Just chucking a good life after
a bad one. I know ycu ain't doing It
for me. It's for Rose. Well, if It was
any use, I wouldn't say no. But It
Isn't. I shall be a dead man In twenty-four
hours at most. Nothing can
save me."
"I'm Just going to the wood," said
Roland, taking up his gun, and speak
ing in a quite casual tone. "If there's
any game about, this weather will
drive it under cover. I'll be back
presently, anyhow."
He flung some of the broken timber
of the shed upon the fire and went
cut.
He had not taken six paces through,
the blinding, flakes when Vicker's
voice rang out with startling loudness
and suddenness. "Good-by, Roland!"
and a loud report seemed to shako tho
crazy old hut to Its foundation.
Roland ran lack. Vickers was lying
dead, with firelight playing brightly
on the barrel of a revolver clinched
in his left hand.
Ten minutes later ho was lying In a
deep snow drift, , and Roland was
tramping through the snow on the
track of his detachment.
Blept and Dlrrt In Coffin.
An Interesting and original person,
named Vaszary Kovacs, died In Hun
gary recently. He had been a Honved
in 1848, and then became a popular
comic actor. When too old to go on
the boards he discovered a strange oc
cupation, which harmonized with, the
hobbles he entertained all his life. For
a small fee he carried the wooden
cross customary In Hungary in all the
funeral processions of the capital. The
last time he was noticed in this part,
which (our correspondent says) he
played like a true actor, was at Kos
suth's funeral. With his snow-whito
beard and flowing white hair, the
wooden cross in his right hand, and
the left on his sword, he was a con
spicuous and dramatic figure. For the
last twenty years of his life he slept
In his coffin, which, with his own
hand, he had painted in the national
colors of Hungary. He died In the
coffin, and his last wish was that the
lid should be merely nailed over him,
and that no one should touch his dead
body. London Dally News.
Wlio la the Owner
The law of finding is not generally
nnderstood, but it was declared many
years ago, and it is well to note- the
case and the decision. A visitor to a
store found a wallet containing a sum
of money. He handed the wallet with
Its contents to the merchant, to be re
turned to the owner. After three years
the owner having failed to appear, the
finder demanded the wallet and the
money from the merchant. The latter
refused to deliver them on the ground
that they were found on his premises.
The finder then sued the shopkeeper.
It was decided that, against all the
world but the owner, the title of the
finder Is perfect. The receiver of an
article found is only a trustee, first of
the owner, then of the finder, if the
owner does not appear. The receiver
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"Hell-Fire Dick."
Gen. Sir William Olpherts, V. C, Is
the possessor of a unique sobriquet.
The manner In which he obtained it
shows the kind ot metal of which the
fine old hero Is made. At the time he
was serving before Lucknow he was a
dashing, daring captain. He was told
that one ot his guns would burst if It
were served with another shell like
the last. But another shell was neces
sary, and Olpherts was determined it
should be fired. His gunners hesitat
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tain seated himself astride the gun.
"Arrah, ye devils," said he, "will ye
fire now?" They did; the gun did not
burst; and the captain dismounted
amid the cheers ot his men. This is
j how the general is known unto this
day as "Hell-flre Dick." But why,
"Dick" instead of "Bill?" That, how
ever, must be asked the soldiers.
London Leader.
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Although the youthful khedlve of
Ka-vnt does not smoke and la Btrlctlv
I obedient to the koran's Injunction not
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ways of amusing himself. One Is
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the largest being about as big as an
ocean liner. Under his rule woman's
position Is fast Improving In Egypt
and harem life Is disappearing. By;
Mohammedan law an Egyptian is per-
mltted to have four wives, but at
present It is considered bad form for,
a man to have more than one.
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Brown Yes; I suffered a good deal
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"What did you take to allay tho
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