6 WHO DIED WITHOUT A NAME. flow brief the stay, as beautiful as fleetir.fi. The time that baby caine with us to dwell; Just long enough to give a happy greeting, Just long enough to bid us all farewell. Ut.ith travels down the thickly settled highway, At shining marks they say ho loves to aim; Ilow did he find far down our lone byway, Our little girl who dii:d without a name? We do not know the fond endearment spoken To which she listened when she fell asleep, j»nd so beside a column that was broken We laid her to her slumber, calm und deep; traced upon the stone with loving fin gers These simple words, affection's tears to claim: ""In dreams beyond all earthly sorrow lin gers Our little girl who died without a name.' S'mi sleeps serene where fragrant mossy willows In sweet and wordless tunes forever wave: Where summer seas, in lor.g and fadeless billows, Break intobloom around her lonely grave. In memory's hall how many heroes slui.i ber! We trace their deeds upon the scroll of fame! t treasure far above the mighty number Our little girl who died without a name. —Alonzo Leora Rice, in Uoston Transcript. I*A "li Life in The '(.Copyright, 1899, by F. Tennyson Neely.] CHAPTER IV. The review that morning' had drawn a. crowd to the drill grounds that baffied the efforts of the guards. Car riages. from camps and carriages from town, carls from tlie suburbs, eques trians from the parks and pedestrians from everywhere had gradually en croached within kicking distance of the b«ei« of the cavalry escorting the gen eral commanding' the department, and ♦ hat official noted with unerring eye tlmt the populace was coming- upon his flanks, so to speak, at the moment when etiquette of the service required tiiat he should be gazing only to his im mediate front and responding to the sa lutes of the marching column. Back of kxim, ranged in long, single rank, was dcawc up what the newspapers unani mously described as a "brilliant" staff, despite the fact that all were in som vbr.r campaign uniform and several had -never 'been so rated before. In their rear, in turn, was the line of mounted orderlies and farther still the silent r«J5k of the escorting troop. Sentries been posted to keep the throng at {Troper distance, but double their force cfluld have accomplished nothing—the omniscient corporal could not help .♦item, .and after asking one or two stray scnfSiofMi what they would do about it, the wis; fries gave way and the crowd Ewarmed in. It was just as the head of f.oug tramping column came op posite the reviewing point, and the brigade commander and his staff, turu out after saluting, found their al i.a'. tfA station on the right ol' the review ing" party completely taken up by the mm of eager spectators. A minute or so was required before the trouble «ould be remedied, for just as the offi cers and orderlies were endeavoring to liiiiMv the populace to give way a (Jung-the American always resists with .a gay good humor that is peculiarly his own—nervous hack driver on the out skirts backed his bulky trap witfh unex- force, and penned between it and the wheels of a newly-arrived and much more presentable equipage a fair eques trian who shrieked with fright and clung to her pommel as her excited ■"jKoiisit" lashed out with his heels and uiaiie splinters of the hack's rearmost ■pokes and felloes. Down went the hack on its axle point. Out sprang a tall officer from the open carriage, and in a second, it seemed,transferred the panic stricken horsew oman from the seismat ic saddle to the safety of his own seat, and the ministrations of the two young wo-tsicn and the gray-haired civilian who were the latest arrivals. This done, and «ft er one quick glance at the lady's helpless escort, a young officer from the Presidio, he shouldered his way through the crowd and stood, presently, on its inner edge, an unperturbed and most interested spectator. Battalion after battalion, in heavy marching order, in the dark blue service dress, with cam paign hats and leggins, with ranks well closet! and long, well-aligned fronts, with accurate trace of the guides and well-judged distance, the great regi ments came striding down the gentle slope, conscious, every officer and man, of the admiration they commanded. Armstrong, himself commander of a fine regiment of volunteers in another brigade, looked upon them with a sol dier's eye, and looked approvingly. Then, as the rearmost company passed the reviewing point and gentlemen with two stars on each shoulder extended thc.r congratulations to the reviewed commander with one, Armstrong also made his way among the mounted offi cers in his calm, deliberate fashion, heedless of threatening heels and crowding forehands, until he, too, could say his word of cordial greeting, lie had to wait a few minutes, for the gen eral officers were grouped and talking earnestly. He heard a few words and knew well enough what was meant — that quantities of stores intended for the soldiers, even dainties contributed by the lied Cross society, had been utolen from time to time and spirited iu the dead of night, and doubtless eo'id r'ii town for the benefit of a pack of unknown scoundrels enlisted for 110 t>eUe- purpose. In his own regiment ib;j sjstem had been so strict that no loss was discoverable, but in certain others the deficit was great. Com plaints were loud, and the camp com mander, stung possibly by comments from the city, had urged his officers to unusual effort, and had promised pun ishment to the extent of the law on the guilty parties whenever or wherever found. Even as he was exchanging a word with the brigadier, Armstrong heard the exclamation: "By Jove —they've caught another!" for with a grim smile of gratification the camp commander had read and turned over to his adju tant general a brief dispatch just hand ed him by a mounted orderly who had galloped fast. "One of your irreproachable?, Arm strong," said one of the staff, with something half sneer, half taunt, as he too read and then passed the paper to the judge advocate of the division. Armstrong turned with his usual de liberation. There was ever about him a quiet dignity of manner that was the delight, of his friends and despair of his foes. "What is his name?" he calmly asked. "That young fellow at Canker's head quarters you took so much interest in a day or so ago," was the reply. "That does not give his name—nor identify him as one of my men," said Armstrong, coolly. "Oh, well, 1 didn't say he belonged to your command," was the staff officer's response. "You devoted a good ileal of time to him, that's all. Possibly you suspected him." "if you mean the young soldier in Gordon's office, —teenth infantry, I would be slow to suspect him of any crime," said Armstrong, with some thing almost like a drawl, so slow and deliberate was his manner, and now the steel gray eyes and the fair, clear-cut face were turned straight upon the snapping black eyes and dark features of the other. There was no love lost there. One could tell without so much as seeing. "You're off. then! That commissary sergeant gave him away the very even ing you were looking him over —he got wind of it and skipped, and to-day came back in handcuffs." "All of which may be as you say, and still not warrant your reference to him as one of my irreproachables," an swered Armstrong, "and it will take more than the evidence you refer to to make me believe him guilty." By this time much of the crowd and most of the vehicles had driven away, 'fhe generals still sat in saddles chat ting earnestly together, while their staff officers listened in some impa tience to the conversation just record ed. Everybody knew the fault was not Armstrong's, but it was jarring to have to sit and hearken to the controversy. "Don't ever twit or try funny business with Armstrong," on"e said a regi mental sage. He had no sense of liu mor—of that kind. Those who best knew him knew that Armstrong never tolerated unjust accusations, great or small. In his desire to say an irritat ing thing to a man he both envied and respected, the staff officer had not con fined himself to the facts, and it proved a boomerang. It was true that two days before, calling at Cordon's official tent while several other officers were present at an investigation then going on, Armstrong was seen to be greatly interested in the appearance and testi mony of Gordon's young, dark-eyed clerk, and after the conference asked many questions about and finally asked to speak with him. Then young Mor ton was again missing when he was wanted, and the nfJfct heard of him he was either absent without leave —or a deserter. And now once again Armstrong's eyes had lighted on that boy. Seated opposite Miss Lawrence as the carriage whirled across Point Lobos avenue, and watching her unobtrusively, he saw the sudden light of alarm and excitement in her expressive face, heard the faint, exclamatioii as her gloved hand grasped the rail of the seat, felt the quick sway cf the vehicle as the horses shied in fright at some object beyond his vision. Then as they dashed on he had seen the running guard and, just vanishing within the portals of the corner build ing, the slim figure of the escaping pris oner. He saw the quivering hands tearing at their fastenings. He knew he had seen that figure before now. He turned to the driver and bade him stop a minute, but it took 50 yards of effort before the spirited horses could be calmed and brought to a halt at the curb. To the startled inquiries of Mr. Prime and his daughter as to the cause of the excitement and the running and shouting he answered simply: "A pris oner escaped, 1 think," and sent a pass ing corporal to inquire the result. The man came back in a minute. "They got him easy, sir. He had no show. Ilis hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't climb," was the brief report. "They have not hurt him, I hope," said Armstrong. "No, sir. He hurt them—one of'em, at least, before he'd surrender when they nabbed him in town. This time he submitted all right—said he only ran in for a glass of beer, and was laughing like when I got there." "Very well. That'll do. Goon, driver. We haven't a minute to lose if we are to see the review," he continued, as he stepped lightly to his seat. "I saw nothing of this affair," said Miss Prime. "What was It all about?" "Nor could I see," added her father. "I heard shouts and after we passed saw the guard, but no fugitive." "it is just as well—indeed, I'm glad you didn't, uncle," answered Miss Law rence, turning even as she spoke and gazing wistfully back. "He looked so young, and seemed so desperate, and had such a —l don't know—hunted look on his face—poor fellow." And then the carriage reached the en trance to the reservation and the sub ject, and the second object of Miss Law rence's sympathies evoked that day, Svere for the time forgotten. Possibly Mrs. Garrison wart partly responsible CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 5, 1500. for this, for hardly had they rounded I the bend in the road that brought them in full view, from the left, or southern flank, of the long line of masses in which the brigade was formed, than there came cantering up to them, all gay good humor, all smiles and saucy coquetry, their hostess of the evening at the general's tent. She was mounted on a sorry-looking horse, but the "habit" was a triumph of art, and it well became her petite, rounded figure. No one who really analyzed Mrs. Frank Garrison's features could say that she was a pretty woman. No one who looked merely at the general effect when she was out for conquest could deny it. Col. Armstrong, placidly ob servant as usual, was quick to note the glances that shot between the cousins 011 the rear scat as the little lady came blithely alongside. He knew her, and saw that they were beginning to be as wise as he, for the smiles with which they greeted her were but wintry re flections of those that beamed upon her radiant face. Prime, paterfamilias, bent cordially forward in welcome, but her quick eyes had recognized the fourth occupant by this time, and there was a little less of assurance in her manner from that instant. "How perfectly delicious!" she cried. "I feared from what you said yesterday you weren't coming, and so I'never or dered the carriage, but came out in sad dle —I can't stay on horseback with such a wreck as this, but every decent horse in the Presidio had togo out with the generals and staffs, you know, and I had to take what I could get—both horse and escort," she added, in a confi dential tone. "Oh! —May I present Mr. Ellis? He knows you all byname al ready." (The youth in attendance and a MeClellan tree two sizes too big for him, lifted his cap and strove to smile; he had ridden nothing harder than a park back before that day). "Frank fays I talk of nothing else. But where's Mr. Gray? Surely T thought he would be with you." This for Armstrong's benefit in case he were in the least in terested in either damsel. "Mr. Gray was detained by some du ties in camp," explained Miss Prime, with just a trace of reserve that was lost upon neither their new companion nor the colonel. It settled a matter the placid officer was revolving in his mind. "Pardon us, Mrs. Garrison," he said, briefly. "We must hurry. Goon, driver." "Oh, I can keep up," was the indomit able answer, "even on this creature." And Mrs. Garrison proved her words by whipping her steed into a hinging can ter, and, sitting him admirably, rode "We will drive uou home at once." gallantly alongside, and just where Mr. Prime could not but see and admire, since Col. Armstrong would not look at all. He had entered into an explana tion of the ceremony by that time well under way, and Miss Lawrence's great soft brown eyes were fixed upon him attentively when, perhaps, she should have been gazing at the maneuvers. Like those latter,possibly, her thoughts were changing direction. Not ten minutes later occurred the collision between the hack and the heels that resulted in the demolition of one and "demoralization" of the rider of the victor. While the latter was led away by the obedient Mr. Ellis lest the sight of him should bring on another nervous attack, Mrs. Garrison was suf fering herself to be comforted. Her nerves were gone, but she had not lost her head. Lots of Presidio dames and damsels were up on the heights that day in such vehicles as the post afford ed. None appeared in anything so stylish and elegant as the carriage of the Prime party. She was a new and comparative stranger there, and it would vastly enhance her social prestige, she argued, to be seen in such "swell" surroundings. With a little tact and management she might even arrange matters so that, willy nilly, her friends would drive her thither instead of taking Col. Armstrong back to camp. That would be a stroke worth playing. She owed Stanley Armstrong a bitter grudge, and had nursed it long. She had known him ten years and hated him nine of them. Where they met and when it really matters not. In the army people meet and part in a hundred places when they never expected to meet again. She had married Frank Garrison in a hand gallop, said the gar rison chronicles, "before she had known him two months," said the men, "before he knew her at all," said the women. She was four years his senior, if the chaplain could be believed, and five months his junior if she could. What ever might have been the discrepancy in their ages at the time of the cere mony no one would suspect the truth who saw them now. It was he who looked aged and careworn and harassed, and she who preserved her youthful bloom and vivacity. And now, as she reclined as though still too weak and shaken to leave the carriage and return to saddle, her quick wits were planning the scheme that should result in her retaining, and his losing, the coveted seat. There was lit tle time to lose. Most of the crowd had scattered, and she well knew that he was on!y waiting for her to leave be fore he would return. Almost at the instant her opportunity came. A cov- ered wagon reined suddenly alongside and kind and sympathetic voices hailed her: "Do let us drive you home, Mrs Garrison; you must h.«f: been terribly shaken." She recognized at once the wife and daughter of a prominent offi cer of the post. "Oh, how kind you are," she cried. "1 was hoping some one would come. In deed, I did get a little wrench." And then, as she moved, with a sudden gasp of pain, she clasped Miss Lawrence's extended hand. "Indeed, you must not move, Mrs. Garrison," said that young lady. "We will drive you home at once." Miss Prime and her fat her w ere adding their pleas. She looked up, smiling faintly. "I fear I must trouble you," she faltered. "Oh, how stupid of me! But about Stanley Armstrong—l haven't, even thanked him. Ah, wel) —he know*. We've been—such good friends for years—dear old fellow!" [To He Continued.] HONORING HER SON. The Mother of Holier! I.otii* Steven son at n Memorial Meeting In Kill 11 Ixii-^li. Perhaps the first person to believe in the genius of Robert Louis Stevenson was his mother. She was devotedly at tached to him throughout his life and realized his value to the world long before the world gave him a hearing. It was her lot to live to mourn his death, but she was comforted iu her trouble by the sympathy of two na tions. Some time after his death a areat memorial meeting was held in Edin burgh. For his mother, says the author of "Stevenson's Edinburgh Days," it was a gala day. She started for Music hall not too early, feeling sure of a seat with a "reserved ticket" in her hand. She had declined to sit on the platform and preferred to be a simple unit in the audience. The crowd was beyond expectations. Mrs. Stevenson arrived to find every passage blocked and a surging mass at the main entrance clamoring for ad mittance. She feared that she, with them, would be turned away; but as a forlorn hope she appealed to a policeman. "It's nae use, it's fu'," he said; "re serve seats were ta'en ati hour ago by folks that had nae tickets, and they would 11a gang otif." "I must get in!" cried Mrs. Steven son, roused out of her usual calm. "I've a right to get iu. 1 am Robert Louis Stevenson's mother." "Aye, you've the best right," the po liceman replied, and turning to the crowd he cried: "Mak' way, there. She maun get in. She's Roabert Louis' mither." People who had thought themselves packed too tightly to move, somehow packed closer and let Mrs. Stevenson squeeze past. Breathless, hustled, and for once with her mantle and bonnet a little awry, much against her will the crowd • pushed her to the platform. There she hastened to take a back seat, and a few minutes later she heard the orator of the day, Lord Rosebery, say with an emphiisis which the audience under stood well: "His mother is here." — Youth's Companion. IRISH SUPERSTITIONS. Story of n Stone Tlint Was Ilclleved to I'oNsesn n I'ernicloua I'owfr, On Tnishkea a particular family handed down from father to son a stone called the Ne-ogue (probably part of some image), with which the owners used to make the weather to their lik ing. One day a party of tourists vis ited Inishkea, heard of the Ne-ogue, saw it and wrote about it in the papers. The priest in whose parish Inishkea lay either had not known of this sur vival of paganism or thought that no one else knew of it, but when the thing was made public he decided to act. So he visited the island, took the Ne-ogue and brokt it up into tiny frag ments and scattered them to the four winds. The priest was sacrosanct, but the islanders vowed vengeancd and an unfortunate man of science who had lived some time among them was pitched upon as certainly the person who had made the story public. This man after some time returned to com plete his investigations at Inishkea and was warned of danger; but he laughed at the idea, and said the people were his very good friends, as indeed they had been. However, he was hard ly out of the boat before they fell upon him and beat him so that he never <*>m pletely recovered —indeed, died in con sequence of his injuries some years later. Probably a like fate would befall anyone who touched the cursing stone on Tory, which was "turned on"the Wasp gunboat after she brought a posse of bailiffs there to levy county cess; and, as every one knows, the Wasp ran on Tory and lost every soul on board. Only the other day I heard that a fish bu3"er stationed there dis pleased the people; the owner of the stone "turned it on him," and a month after the buyer's wife committed sui cide.—Blackwood's Magazine. Vein Ilesrets. Reginald O'Rafferty—Since I learned to love youse, Angelina, I almost wisht I'd never learnt ter smoke. It takes so much money ter satisfy tne eravin' fer cigarettes dat I'm 'fraid I'll never save ernuff ter git married.—N. Y. Journal. Not Worrying, Mamma —Don't eat any more candy. Johnny. You won't be able to eat any dinner. Johnny—You ought to know more about my appetite than that, mamma. —Brooklyn Life. A New Definition. Freddie —What's a laughing-stock, dad ? Cobwigger —The necktie a man's wife buys him. —Town Topics THE TEEMING WEST. The Prairie Lantla of Weatern Canada llclng Filled >vitli Eicel lent Settlers. The salient fact that presents itself in taking a bird's-eye view of the Canadian West, is that of intense ac tivity in every department. Whether the glance be turned upon the dis trict east of Winnipeg, the Red River Valley south or north, the Dauphin and M. & N. W. district, the South western, or whether it take in the great central division along the main line of the C. P. B. stretching away out to the Rockies and from there bending north and south to Prince Alberta and Edmonton, .Mcleod and Lethbridge—whether the examination be made in any of these directions the same activity, growth and hopeful ness is observable. The Canadian west is not only a pood place to 10-ate permanently, but it is also » good place to invite their relatives and friends to come to. This is the spirit that seems to ani mate the west at the present time and its effects are to be seen on every hand. To enumerate the towns where handsome and substantial blocks and residences have gone up this year would be simply to give a list of the towns and villages along the railway lines. And this movement has not been confined to these centers of pop ulation, but in many cases it has been overshadowed by the improvement in farm buildings. So far as one can see, this is no passing phase, no repetition of any temporary boom following a period of good crops and fair prices. It is a movement more spontaneous, more general, more marked than anything that has gone before, and seems to indicate that the Great West, like Samson, bursting the encompassing bands, has awakened to a period of activity and development that will 6urpass anything we have known in the past and which will only be par alleled by the opening out of some of the most fertile of the western states of the union. Look at some of the figures. Over a thousand «chools in Manitoba and the number going up by leaps and bounds. Something like five hundred schools in the Territories. Winnipeg as representing the gateway of the west, the thirl city in the Dominion in regard to bank clearings, postal business and probably in regard to customs: the custom return at Win nipeg running about thirty to forty per cent, greater month by month than in tlse fiscal year of 1897-8, the largest previous year for actual busi ness entries, when over $900,000 was paid through the Winnipeg office for duty. The C. P. R. and Canada Northwest land sales together run ning over $1,500,000 for the year. These, and a thousand more signs show how the west has leaped into new life. This is an inspiring and cheering spectacle, but it brings with it great responsibilities. The business men realize this, the banks realize it, and have spread their agencifS through every bustling little town clear out to the coast, the churches realize it, and one denomination alone has opened an average of about thir ty new stations in each of the past two years, and will increase this in the year now entered upon, the government departments real ize it, and lier. Photographer (to young lady)— There is no need of telling you to look pleasant, mi.-is. Suoh a face cannot be otherwise Ihan pleasant. Young Lady (graciously)—l will take two dozen, sir, instead of oa» dozen—Ohio State Journal. The Venture corporation, of Lob* don, has just made final payment to W. S. Stratton for his Independents* mine, Cripple Creek, by a check for $6,500,000. A year ago, while in Lon don, Stratton sold his mine for $lO,- 000,000, of which $3,500,000 was paid down. The mine was staked by Strat ton on July 4, 1891. The price of the company's stock places the value of the mine at $15,00(1,000. 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