6 BE GLAD. Be glad when (he flowers have faded? Be glad when the tree.s are bare? When the fog lies thick on the Welds and moors. And the frost is in the air? When all around is a desert, And the cloud.' obscure the light, When thtre are no songs for the darkest day. No stars for the longest night? Be glad whe-n the world Is lonely And the heart has been bereft? When of all the loves of the young spring time Scarcely a friend Is left? Be glad in the desolate valley After the sunny hills? When the joy of the morning is far behind Arid the gloom its task fulfills? Ah, yes! for the truest gladness Is not in ease or mirth! It has tts home in the heart of God. Not in the loves of earth. God's love is the same forever, If the skies are bright or dim. And the joy of the morning lasts all day When the heart Is glad to Him. —Marianne Famingham, in Christian World. s§!!§• j( A story of Life in the jWiJ>J>ine£ [Copyright, 1899, by F. Tennyson Neely.] CHAPTER XVII.—CONTINUED. Another week rolled by. The tide of battle had swept inland and northward; and all eyes were on the plucky advance of Mac Arthur's strong division, while far out to the south and east the thinned and depleted lines of Anderson held an insurgent force that forever menaced but dare not attack. The Primeval Dudes, sorely missing their calmly energetic colonel, had drifted into a war of words with their nearest neighbors on the firing line, a far west ern regiment gifted with great com mand of language and small regard for style. The latter had crowed mightily over their more rigorously disciplined comrades because of the compliments bestowed on them in an official report, wherein the Dudes received only honor able mention. It was Capt. Strieker of the volunteers who had led the dash on the rebel works across the Tripa to the left of Blockhouse 12. It was their Sergt. Finney who whacked a Filipino major with the butt of his Springfield, and tumbled out of him the batch of re ports and records that gave the num bers and positions of every unit of Pilar's division on the southward zone. It was their Corporal Norton who got the Mauser through the shoulder just as, foremost in the rush, he bayoneted the last Tagal at the Krupp guns in the river redoubt. It was his devoted bunky, Private Latrobe, who volun teered to carry the division com mander's dispatch across the open rice field and the yawning ditches that sep arated the staff from the rest of the charging —teenth, and who died glo riously in the rush on the rebel works. Man after man of the woolly- westerners had been referred to by name, while the Dudes had nothing to show but their wounded colonel's modest report that "where every officer and man appeared to do his whole duty it would be un just to make especial mention of even » limited few." The Dudes were getting hot over the taunts of the "Toughs," a* some one had misnamed their neigh bors; and one night when there was more or less interchange of pointed chaff in lieu of a fight with a common foe there was heard a shrill voice from ♦he flank of the rifle pit nearest the westerners, and what it said was re peated in wonderment over the brigade before the Dudes were another day older. "Well, dash your thievin' gang! We made our record for ourselves, any how. We didn't have to rely on any dashed deserters from the regulars—as you did." And that was why Sergt. Sterne, of the Dudes, was sent for by the field officers of both regiments the follow ing morning and bidden to explain, which he did in a few words. lie was ready to answer that the wounded Corporal Norton was the very- same young man he saw in the adjutant's office of the —teenth regulars at Camp Merritt, and was ihen called Morton. And that evening the veteran sergeant major of the —teenth was bidden to report at the reserve hospital in Er mita, close to the Malate line, was con ducted to the bedside of a pallid young soldier whose ticket bore the name of Norton, and was asked to tell whether he had ever seen him before. "I hav#, sir," said the veteran, sadly and gravely. "He is a deserter from the —teenth. His name on our rolls was Morton." And that night Col. Arm strong cabled to "Primate," New York, the single word "Found." Nor was it likely the lad would soon be lost again, for a sentry with fixed bayonet stood within ten feet of his bed with orders not to let him out of his sight a second. Mrs. Garrison appeared at the hos pital that very evening and heard of the episode, and reached Billy Gray's bed side looking harassed, even baggard. During the past three days she had been accorded admission, for Gray was so much improved there was no reason to Ictiger forbid; but on each occasiion the wounded volunteer officer and thebrace of attendants present had precluded all possibility of confidential talk. She must bide her time. Cray would be up iu a few days, said the doctor; and then nothing would do, said Mrs. Garrison, but he must be moved to their big, roomy, lovely house on the bay side, and be made strong and well again— made to give up those letters, too, thought she; for she had wormed itout of a bystander that a packet of some -kind had been given by the dying sol dier to the lieutenant, and she well knew what it must be. She had even penned him a little note, since not a whisper could be safely exchanged, and headed it: "Give this back to me the mo ment you have read it." In it slie remind ed him of his promise, and—did he need to be reminded of hers? She knew that packet of Xita's letters hud been in trusted to his care. She assured him she had it straight from the surgeon who attended both Latrobe and him self. and they must reach the hands of no man 011 earth, but must come to her. Would he not give them at once or tell her where she could find them? lie gave back the note, but closed his eves- and turned away. In the presence of Armstrong day after day, and in the recollection of Latrobe's dying face and the last parting touch of his stricken hand, Gray's eyes were opening to his own deplorable weakness. She plainly saw her power was going, if not gone, lie had wrapped a silk handkerchief about the packet and stiil kept it, with his watch and purse, beneath his pillow, lie would not tell her where it lay. She smiled archly for the benefit of the at tendant; but her eyes again eagerly claimed a look from his, her lips framed the word "to-morrow." But neither on that morrow nor yet the next day came her opportunity. The gallant fellow who had lain there for days, dumb and patient, but a bar rier to her plans, had taken a turn for the worse, and she was again denied ad mission. Then came the tidings that the barrier was removed, the long fight was over; and the heartless woman actually rejoiced. Now at last she could talk to Will Gray; and when mid night came she knew that now at last she must, for Frank Garrison, worn and weary, returning late from the frout, briefly announced that Gen. Drayton purposed visiting the hospital the following afternoon, and long be fore noon—long before visiting hours, in fact, she was there with flowers as winsome as her smile, and some jelly as dainty as her own fair hands. She was there, and the instant the hour sounded was ushered in, and Billy Gray, propped on his pillows, was writ ing to his father, and alone. No time was to be lost. Any moment the at tendant might rsturn. She threw her self on her knees beside the homely, narrow cot, seized his hand in hers, and looked him in the face. "Where are they,Will?"she pleaded. "Quick! I must have them now!" But well she realized that the spell was broken —that the old fascination had died its death. Then it was useless to hint at love; and in a torrent of impassioned words she bade him think of all he owed her, appealed to his sense of gratitude and honor, and there, too, failed, for, admitting all she claimed, he clumsily, haltingly, yet honestly told her he saw now that it was all for an object, all done in the hope that he might become her instru ment for the recovery of those com promising letters; and now the fate had delivered them into his hands he was bound by honor and his promise—-u --lieard, unspoken perhaps, but all tlj~j same his promise—to the dead to give them to Gen. Drayton. Then rising in fury and denunciation, she played her last trump. Trembling from head to foot, pale with baffled pur pose and with growing dread, she bent over him, both hands clinched. "You inad fool!" she cried. "Do you know what I can do—will do —unless you give them to me here and now? As God hears me, Will Gray, 1 will give that other packet to Gen. Drayton my self and swear that Col. Canker was right—that you were the thief he thought you, and that I got those let ters from you." For a moment she stood there, menac ing, at his bedside, looking down in al most malignant triumph on his amazed and incredulous face; and then, with an awful fear checking the beat of her heart and turning her veins to ice, she grasped at the flimsy framework that supported the netting over the cot, and stood swaying and staggering, her eyes fixed in terror on the man in the uniform of a colonel, who, quietly en ■ 'erjng, stood between her and the door, two papers in his half-extended handi— a man whose voice, long and too well known, cut her to the very quick as she heard, in calm and measured tone, the words: "Mrs. Garrison, here are two rea sons why you will do nothing of the kind. Shall I hand these to Gen. Dray ton—or to your husbacd?" CHAPTER XVIII. The long wait for the coming of the big transports with the regulars was over. For the first time in history America was sending her soldiery past the pyramids and through the Indian sea, landing them, after 40 days and nights of voyaging, upon the low, flat shores that hem Manila bay, and shov ing them out to the hostile front be fore their sea-legs could reach the swing and stride of the marching step; yet, to all appearance, as unconcernedly at home as though they had been cam paigning in the Philippines since the date of their enlistment. This, to be sure, in the case of more than half their number, would have given them scant time in which to look about them, since raw recruits were more numerous than seasoned men. But no matter what may be his lack of drill or prep aration the average Anglo-Saxon never seems to know the time when he doesn't know how to fight. So, with all the easy assurance of a veteran, our Yankeo "Tommies" wriggled into their blanket rolls and trudged away to the posts assigned them; and once more the army assumed the aggressive. There were changes in the composi tion of the forces even before the move began. The dudes and the "toughs" p.".rtcd company; and the former, with Stanley Armstrong once more riding silent at their head, joined forces with Stewart's riddled regiment up the rail way toward Malolos. Col. Frost had succeeded in convincing the surgeons that he would be as much out of place CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1900. us his name itself in such a clime and ciimate, and was in duily expectation of an order home. Billy Cray, mending only slowly, ha;! been sor.t to Corregi dor, where tlie bracing breezes of the China sea drove their tonic forces through his lungs and veins, and the faintly rising hue of coming health back into his hollow cheeks. The boy had been harder hit than seemed th# case at first, said the fellows of the —teenth; but the wise young surgeon of the "Second reserve" and a grave faced colonel of infantry could have told of causes little dreamed of in the regiment—were either given to telling the half of what he knew. That something most unusual had oc curred in the room of Mr. Gray the day that the sad-faced, kind old general vis ited the hospital at least half a dozen patients could have told; for an at tendant went running for one of the women nurses, and the doctor himself hurried to the scene. It was on his arm that, half an hour later, Mrs. Gar rison slowly descended the stairs, her flimsy white veil down, and silcntlj' bowed her thanks and adieux as the doctor closed the door of her carriage and nodded to the little coachman. It was the doctor who suggested to Col. Frost that Manila air was not conducive to his wife's recovery, and recommend ed Nagasaki as the place for her re cuperation until he could join her and take her home. The Esmerelda bore the White sisters over Hong-Kong way within a week; and they left without flourish of trumpet, with hardly the flutter of a handkerchief; for, since the battle of the sth of February, neither had been seen upon the Luneta. Their women friends were very few, the men they knew were mainly at the front. The story got out somehow that Garri son had asked to be relieved from fur ther duty as aid-de-camp and returned to duty with his regiment, and that" Drayton would not have it. The gen eral's manner toward that hard-work ing staff officer, though often preoccu pied as qf old, grew even kinder. He did not see the sisters off for China— he was "far too busy" was the expla nation; but he offered Garrison a fort night's leave and urged his taking it, and was obviously troubled when Gar rison declined. "You need rest and the change of air more than any man I know," said he; but Garrison replied that change of scene and air would not help him. There were two young fellows in khaki uniforms landed from the ho«pi tal launch on the back trip from Correg idor one warm March day. One wore the badge of a subaltern of the —teenth regulars, the other the chevrons of a corporal and the hatband of a famous "Quick, I must have them BOW I" fighting regiment of volunteers; yet the same carriage bore them swiftly through the sentineled streets of the walled city, and the guards at the Ayun tamiento sprang to their arms and formed ranks at sight of it, then dis persed at the low-toned order of its commander when it was seen that, in stead of stopping at the curb and dis charging an elderly general oflicer, it whirled straight by and held two youths in field uniform. "One of 'em's young Gray, of the —teenth; he that was hit in the charge on the l'anay road," said the officer of the guard to a comrade. "But who the devil's the other? lie had corporal's chevrons on. Some fellow just got a commission, perhaps." And that was the OHly way the soldier could account for a corporal riding with a commis sioned oflicer in a general's carriage. They had a long whirl ahead of them, these two; and the corporal told Gray, as lie already had the general and Col. Armstrong, much of the story of, his friendship for "Pat" Latrobe, of that poor fellow's illness at San Francisco and all tlie trouble it cost his friend and chum. There was a strong bond between them, he explained; and the blush of shame that stole up in the face of the narrator found instant answer in that of Billy Gray. Determined to sec service at the front and not return to punishment in his regiment, never dreaming that, in quitting a corps doomed apparently to inaction aihome, and joining one going straight to the enemy'soountry, he was committing the grave crime of desertion, "Gov" Prime liad spoken to some men in Stewart's regiment and was bidden to come along and fetch liis friend; for they were just as ignorant as he. Having still consid erable money, "Gov" had bought civil ian clothes and all the supplies they nceded while about town, and hired a boat that rowed them, with certain items contraband of war, to the dark side of the transport as nightfall came; and they were easily smuggled aboard and into uniform, and then, during the few days' stay at Honolulu, were for mally enlisted and no embarrassing questions asked. And now poor Pat was gone and Prime's father had been cabling for him to return home; but there was that awk ward matter about the desertion. Gen. Drayton was trying to have it straight ened out at Washington, for lie had been kindness itself the day of his visit to the hospital, where almost his first act had been to seek out the wounded young soldier who had been his beloved nephew's boon companion, and at one time sole support. The sentry was re lieved of his surveillance, and Corp. Norton transferred to Corregidor to re cuperate; and now that both lads were well on the road to recovery, Drayton had sent for them. Strictly speaking, some one should have seen to it that Corp. Norton, of the volunteers, was shifted back to Private Morton, of the —teenth, and the chevrons stripped from his sleeves; but no one had cared to interfere where the worsted was con cerned. especially as the boy had won such praise for bravery at Concordia Bridge. So there the chevrons stood when the two were ushered into the presence of the gray-haired chief, and he arose, and, stepping forward, held out a hand to each. "I want you, boys," said he,"to be ready to take the next transport home. The doctors say you need a sea voyage, Gray; so there is the order. The doc tors say your father needs you. Prime; and the record w ill be duly straightened out in Washington—the charge of de sertion, no doubt, will be removed. It's a matter of influence. To-night you dine with me here; and 1 have asked your good friend, Col. Armstrong, to come." [To Be Continued.] THE FEMININE OBSERVER. Some of Her Homespun Philosophy About the Peculiarities of Men nut! Women. A woman wants to be truly loved— and to be told so. A woman's voice is the greatest evi dence of breeding, or the reverse. Many a man's resolutions regarding money-saving go up in smoke. A woman who owns palms thinks think they are as much trouble as a. sickly baby. How many persons who tell a dog to "speak" would survive the shock if it did? Following in the footsteps of duty leads to mental tranquillity —however great the cost. Resolutions are not carried out as often as are the men that make them — from saloons. There is not such a great evidence of genius as an actor when, a man plays the fool successfully. No matter how intelligently a man may be, he always seems silly to a wom an when he wants to marry her. A word of pr» : for a dinner often more than coi ,tes a woman for all the trouble of ii reparation. No matter how sensible a woman may be, she is willing to stint herself on food to pay for anything recommended to make her beautiful. If the photographs in our rooms were to suddenly come to life what a horrible quarter of an hour the hostess would have in her efforts at making them agreeable to each other.—Philadelphia Times. City of Crime. The Italian city of Artena, situated about 40 miles from Home, is known as the City of Crime. Ever since the six teenth century every criminal who has escaped from prison or done i.is time has emigrated to Artena, and to-day practically every inhabitant is a crim inal or the child of criminals. Every family takes the law into its own hands, and it is reported not a day passes with out many murders being committed in the streets. The Italian authorities have now come to look upon Artena as hopeless, and remark that it is far bet ter that criminals should kill criminals than that innocent persons should be their victims. It is said that on one occasion, when 23 murders had been committed in that city in one day, the fact was reported in one of the Italian papers in the following terms: "Since our last issue (24 hours before) there have been 2,'J sudden deaths in Artena." And no further notice of the murders was taken or expected. Cincinnati Enquirer. Too Pofltc. At a recent church dedication the preacher, who was a stranger, fol lowed up his sermon by an earnest appeal for the balance of the money needed to pay for the building. Tlie collector., went round, and promises came in. As the subscriptions were one after another rea*l, a collector an nounced, "The five Black children, one dollar." The courteous preacher quick ly amended the statement by an nouncing, "Five little colored people, one dollar." Amidst an outburst of merriment, the pastor hastily ex plained that the. donors were white children of the name of Black.—Short Stories. Decidedly Worse. Mrs, Morrall—How our ideas of love and matrimony have retrogaded dur ing the last century. Mrs. Frank—ln what particular? Mrs. Morrall—Why, in the difference between the old and new regard for the actuating motive for matrimony; what, for instance, can be worse than the modern custom of marrying for money? Mrs. Frank—Why, er —marrying for it and not. getting it, of course.—Rich mond Dispatch. Caused ft Sllßht Family Jnr. "Maria, did you read about that Philadelphia woman who was cured of her mental troubles by fasting 45 days? 1 believe such a treatment would cure that unhappy temper of yours." "Yes! It would make an angel of me! Is that what, you would like, John Billus?"—Chicago Tribune. True Art. "Does Daubthick get a sufficiently savage expression on his Indian por traits?" "Yes, indeed; they look like foot ball players."—Chicago Record. Would Ward Off Wafer. Tlie Physician—You have a coat on j-our tongue. The Colonel—l sincerely hop© it is a mackintosh.—lndianapolis Journal. LITTLE MISS LIBERTY. She counts the stars in the dear old flag— This dear little maid of three. Her small feet tread where no other foot Could tread, unchallenged or free. She kisses the bars of the stars and stripes. And she kisses his picture, too. For in far-off climes her dear papa fights To-day for the red, white and blue! —L.ouisville Courier-Journal. THE SAGACIOUS RAT. A Utile Story for Younic People from Wlileli They Clin l>ru»v H Valuable l.esson. One day a well-fed and sagacious rat came across an object made of stout wires, whose sole occupation seemed' to be to take care of a liberal piece of cheese. Having had several years' experience with men and their machinations, the rat looked the ground over with great care, and he was still engaged in this occupation when a mouse appeared and wanted to know what was up. "Why, the fact is," replied the rat, "I have more cheese here than I can possibly eat at one meal, and as cheese quickly spoils in this climate, I was waiting for some one to come along and accept a portion." "You are very, very generous," said the mouse. "Don't mention it. Just step inside and pass the cheese out, will you?" The mouse no sooner niboled at the bait than there was a crash, and he found himself trapped. "Ah! that's the way it works, is it?" queried the rat. "1 couldn't just make it out. Cm! I see. Spring there somewhere. Very good idea." "But I'm caught!" exclaimed the mouse, in great agitation. "So I observe." . "And what's to be done?" "Well. I leave that for you to de cide. I let you in on the ground floor, and my responsibility ceased there. Fine day. Hope we shall have a large harvest." There is a good moral to this anec dote. Think it out.—National Rural. HE WAS IN A HURRY. And That Is \o llonht the Reason Why the Hoy Got the Position He Was After. The merchant had arrived at his office rather early in the morning, and five minutes after lie got down to his desk a foxy-looking, bright-faced boy came in. The merchant was reading, and the boy. with his hat off, stood there expectantly, but saying nothing. At tlie end of two minutes he coughed slightly and spoke. "Excuse me, sir," lie said, "but I'm In a hurry." The merchant looked up. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want a job if you've got one for me." "Oh, do you?" roared the merchant. "Well, what are you in such a hurry about?" "I've got to be, that's why," was the sharp response. "I left school yester day afternoon togo to work, and I haven't got a place yet. and I can't afford to be wasting time. If you can't do anything for me say so and I'll go. The only place where I can Etop long is the place where they me for it." The merchant looked at, the "When can you come?" he asked. "1 don't have tv come," replied the youngster. "I'm here now, and I'd been at work before this if you had said so." Half an hour later he was at it, and he's likely to have a job as long as he wants one. —Cincinnati Enquirer. .Innitor Resented tlie Slum. The janitor in an American school gave u]> his place the other day. When asked what was the trouble, he said: "I'm honest, and 1 won't stand being suspected. If I find a pencil or hand kerchief about the school when I'm sweeping 1 hang or put it up. Every little while the teacher, or some one that is too cowardly to face me, will give me a slur. Why, a little while ago 1 seen wrote on the board: 'Find the least common multiple.* Well, 1 looked from cellar to garret for that multiple, and I wouldn't know the thing if I met it. Last night, in big writing on the blackboard, it said: 'Find the greatest common divisor.' 'Well,' 1 says to my self, 'both of them things are lost now, and I'll be accused of stealing 'em; so I'll quit.' " Artful Man. If men can't Io, r e—well, this I state With no intimidation— They have the knack of getting up A first-class imitation. —Chicago Record. LIFE IN AN ANT HILL. It Is More Mkc Onr Own World Tlim r l'liat of Any Other limect or Animal, Even if you don't know anything about their habits it is very interest ing at this time of year to watch the ants. Here and there across any mead ow and in tlie woods you will come upon a little mound with a ridge of earth, .like a circus ring, and a hole in the cen ter from which the earth slopes up to the edges. The ants have been build ing their houses and these mounds are made of the dirt they carried out, each piece in a little grain about the .size of a grain of sugar. There are so many ants in one of these homes and they dart about so fast they don't seem to be going any where 111 particular—just hurrying back and forth. This is because tihe ants all look alike to us unless we get well acquainted with them, and what seems to be one ant running into the hole and coming right out again is in reality two ants, one of which had im portant, business inside the nest —in the back room in the top flat perhaps— and the other, who has just come from the nest, something equally pressing to attend toon the outside. Perhaps these two ants met and seemed to rub noses as the Eskimo do when they say "good morning." If so they were talking to each other. For the ants use their long feelers, called antennae, to keep one another posted about what is going on in the ant world. This pic ture of two ants talking is taken from the book "Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans," and illustrates one of the things Franklin found out about ants when he was a boy. And a very important and interest ing world it is—this ant world— more like our own world than that of any other insect or animal. The ant's house, for example, is built in several flats or stories, and thes-e stories are divided up into rooms. During the night the baby ants are carried by their nurses into a room of the nest furthest away from the opening and "the front door closed" by being stopped up with dirt, to keep out the ANTS TALKING TO ONE ANOTHER. chill niifht air. The next morning, if the weather is good, the baby ants, wrapped up in their little white bundles, are brought back to the outer rooms where they can get the heat oC the sun and if the weather is particu larly fine they are taken out into the sun. Hut the moment the weather looks threatening, the babies are hur ried back into the house as fast as the legs of the nurse ants can carry them. Ants not only have nurses but they keep cows, and in some countries there are ants which carry off the eggs of other ants, and when these hatch out keep them and raise them up to work for their captors. Among some kinds of ants the business of life is so divided up that while some spend all their time being nurses to the baby ants, others which have particularly large and strong jaws are the soldiers of the ant nest and defend it against the attacks of enemies.— Little Chronicle. BUILT IN TWO DAYS. Ilnn n Itnilroml Conipnn)' ( rented ■ lion 1111 ii K City in Little Over 48 Honrs. There never was such another coun try as this in the celerity with which plans are made and carried into effect. Think of a city built in two days! That is what happened in 1867 on the line of the Union Pacific railroad in Wyoming. In that year the company decided to move its shops and establish a new town. The site chosen was on the plains, where there was neither tree nor stone. Every other lot in the town was to be given free to the person who would build a house. The day after the offer was made the railroad had difficulty in moving all t he people who wanted one of those lots. Free trains were run from as far east as Chicago, and in 4S hours 2.(W0 people were on the ground, scrambling for a place to construct a home. As fast as a location was secured the building of a home began. A good many of the houses were of the "knock down" style of architecture. They could be folded up and hauled in a wagon, and some of the settlers had brought these houses with them. For a year the railroad company continued to give away lots. There were no paved streets nor side walks. A man who had a home on a roadway where the sod had been scraped up in a ridge in the center re garded himself as an aristocrat. The city is standing to-day. but it is larger and more substantial, and the "knock down" houses have given place to something finer. The city now bears the name of Cheyenne. How Varlou* Sound* Travel. Tile whistle of a locomotive is heard 3,300 yards through the air. the noise of the railway train 2,,500. the report of a rifle and the bark of a dog 1,800 yards, an orchestra or the roll of a drum 1,600 yards, the human voice reaches to a distance of I,IKIO yards, the croaking of frogs 900 yards, the chirping of crick ets WO yards. Distinct speaking is heard in the air above to a distance of S(H) yards; from above it has a range «.•! ouiy IGU yards downward.
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