n f } OL. LEVI SON TV';? Bf'ANT was a little (JsiiSK •' a" n 6tartled by tll ° news V'-'> that his daughter was V* engaged to bo mar vM ried, subject to his 7 /ifc! I' ' fatherly approval, j A "il Still, he felt that I m rn tbere %vas no need ; *4 Hi J ' for worry. Dorothy j J. was 20, and since her ; **■, mother's death had been left almost en-, "V' i t ,rcl >' to the caro ° f .-•> •'' •' her Aunt Mary at Poplarville, while her father was oc-1 cupied with his business affairs in the city, it was natural, therefore, in her [ lack of adequate parental protection, that she should turn to matrimony as the most convenient and comfortable refuge. Col. Brant had come down to Pop larville in response to an invitation | to deliver the Memorial day address : at the public exercises to be given un der the auspices of his old Grand j Army post. He had formerly been a ; resident of the town. That was be fore the growth of his business neces sitated its removal to a larger field, and made it advisable for him to take up his abode in the city. Dorothy spent the greater part of her time iL Poplarville. She was not partial ! to city life, especially as it sepa- | rated her from Aunt Mary, who was I a second mother to her, and from the j old homestead, to which she was great- ! ly at*ached. It was Dorothy who met Col. Brant at the railway station when he ar rived on the evening preceding the 30t'i of May, ISBS, and it was Dorothy v. ho blushingly confided to him, on their way to the house, that a very j handsome and a very worthy young j man had been paying court to her for ! two months past. "He will call on you this evening, | papa, to ask your consent, she said, i softly. "The deuce!" growled her father. ' "You have alreaoy given yours, 1 sup pose?" "Why, papa—of course." And so it came about that Richard j Challoner, the fortunate suitor for j Dorothy's hand, called at the home stead that evening and was formally introduced to Coi. Brant. He was in deed a handsome and dignified young man, . whose frank geniality and courtly manners had already made a stanch ally of Aunt Mary and at once made an agreeable impression on the colonel. He was a budding young law yer of unimpeachable Virginia stock, who had recently established himself in Poplarville for the practice of his profession and had bounded at once into popular favor. in the course of the evening Col. Brant and young Challoner retired to the library on the second floor of the house to indulge in a quiet smoke and a private interview. Here Challoner broached the subject of his love for Dorothy, and soon gained the consent It Was Dorothy Who Met Col. Brant. of the grizzled old father to the pro posed marriage. When they were leav ing tn« room, after finishing their cigars, Challoner's attention was at tracteu to a picture on the wall, and he stopped to look at It. In a moment he seemed deeply interested. Then he caught his breath sharply, and gripped a chair to steady himself. The picture was a painting in oils, evidently the work of an artist of more than ordinary talent. It was a war time scene, representing a battlefield in perspective, with troops engaged in a running fight in the background, half obscured by clouds of smoke. In the foreground were the figures of two in fantry officers who had crossed swords In a duel to the death. One of ihtm wore the blue regimentals of the northern army; the other was clad in confederate gray; both were stal wart, typical soldiers. The artist had caught the spirit of the encounter; his genius had endowed it with life, ac tion, atmosphere. The play of the muscles, the expression of the faces, the fire in the eyes of the combatants, were wonderfully realistic. The pic ture represented the exact moment when the federal ollicer, gaining a mo mentary advantage over his adver sary, was ending the fight by driving his gleaming sword through the con federate's body. "That painting." said Col. Brant, coming up behind Challoner and look ing over his shoulder, "is no favorite of mine. It memorizes an episode in my career as an army officer that I would give worlds to forget. The art ist was an eye-witness of the scene, and his portrayal is spoken of as the work of a master, but I should have destroyed the thing long ago if my sis ter had not begged permission to keep it. My sister is Dorothy's Aunt Mary, you know. She fully understands that it is not to be displayed on the wall when I am in the house, but I suppose this is a case of forgetfulness on her part." He paused, but Challoner did not speak or move. In a sorrowful voice, the colonel continued: "The picture is calculated to perpetu ate the memory of a most regrettable affair. As you probably know, one of the nastiest skirmishes of the war took place only five miles from this spot. Poplarville was in a panic. But we managed to beat off the enemy, and they were soon in full retreat, with our boys in hot pursuit. At the very beginning of the chase the horse ridden by the young colonel of a rebel regiment stumbled and fell. I hap pened to be close behind this man when tlio accident occurred, and be lieving him to be badly hurt, I quickly dismounted to render him such as sistance as I might. But apparently he was not hurt at all. With a yell he sprang to his feet and rushed upon me with drawn sword. Of course, 1 had to defend myself. Thr times during the fierce fencing that ensued I begged him to desist and avoid un necessary bloodshed. Twice I was in a hair's breadth of being killed by his | skillful onslaught; but in the end I was victorious, and he fell. I intend ed only to disable him, but, unfortu nately, my blade passed clear through his body. Six weeks he was in the military hospital here before he finally succumbed, and his body now lies in the Poplarville cemetery. By the way," suddenly exclaimed the colonel, "his name was Challoner— Col. Challoner—the same name as yours, I believe. My God, sir, I hope he was not a relative—a—a " The words died on his lips, for at that moment the younger man turned slowly around and faced him. Richard Challoner was pale as death; his breath came in quick, excited gasps; his eyes shone with a fierce, vindic tive glare. | "He was my father!" The words fairly hissed through his clenched teeth. "I am Col. Challoner's son. And you were the man who killed him —you —you! By God, sir, you shall answer to me for that act!" Col. Brant was struck dumb with horror. "My reason for coming to I'oplar- I ville to begin my business career," I continued the young man, hoarsely, j "was because my father lay in your cemetery here. 1 wanted to be near | him—to care for his grave. I never | dreamed —" He broke off suddenly and seemed I to restrain himself by a strong elTort. j Then, with a quick, nervous gesture, | ho turned on his heel, and without I trusting himself to utter another word, 'he strode from the room. At the foot of the stairs ho met Dorothy, who was waiting for him. The sight of his white face and blazing eyes | startled her. "Richard! Richard!" she cried. He brushed past her without an an swering sign, took his hat from the i rack, and an instant later the hall door closed behind him. The day which custom has set aside for the annual decoration of soldiers' j graves dawned bright and beautiful. ! Poplarville was in holiday attire. The j air wan freighted with the perfume of j flowers, the buildings were gay with I bunting, flags floated at half-mast, and the Poplarville band discoursed pa- I triotie music in the public square. | Col. Lewiston Brant minted with the | veterans of his post, and not a few : remarked his grave demeanor and the j unusual sadness that seemed to have i settled down upon him. Apparently | lie had aged ten years in as many hours. Col. Brant delivered his Memo ; rial day oration with an eloquence j born of deep feeling and sincerity, lie I moved all hearts by his simple, touch | ing tribute to the heroes who had laid j down their lives in their country's de ! fense, and closed with this ap- I peal: "But while we are honoring our CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 27, 1909 dead, let us not forget the graves of those other brave fellows whose rest ing place is In our cemetery—the men who were pitted against us In that aw ful struggle—who fell as devoted mar tyrs to a cause which they believed to be right. Hemember them, also, with your flowers, your tears and your prayers." In a secluded part of the cemetery that afternoon Richard Challoner stood alone beside a grave which was marked by a granite headstone bear ing the name of his father. So occu pied was he with his own gloomy thoughts that he did not notice the timid, hesitating approach of Dorothy Brant until she was within a few feet of him. He straightened up then, and greeted her with a solemn, courtly bow, while his cheek flushed. The girl was very pale, and her eyes were red with weeping. She carried an armful of roses, which she silently and rev erently deposited on the dead confed erate's grave. Then, facing the man opposite with a look of pitying appeal, she took from her bosom a letter and handed It across to him. "Read this, Richard," she said, in a frightened, quivering voice. "It was written by your father to my mother many years ago, before I was born. It has been preserved among mam ma's other treasures, left at her death. Aunt Mary found it last night, and I— we wanted you to see it, and —please don't refuse. Richard." "Written by my father to your mother?" he said, slowly, with a deep ly puzzled look. "Yes, yes. Oh, please read it. It ... Reverently Deposited on the Dead Confederate's Grave. will help you to understand. This ia my last request, Richard." He said no more, but took the let ter from its time-worn envelope and read: Mrs. T.evlson Brant.—Dear Madnm: It pains mo to learn that your husband's supposed responsibility for my condition has almost prostrated you. Pray do not worry on that score. I assure you from my Inmost soul that I not only forgive your husband, but I have already begged his forgiveness for forcing him to commit an act which he so deeply deplores. The fault was entirely my own, and I alone am the one who should suffer. Believe me. I am profoundly sorry for what hap pened, and it is not a sorrow that is ln lluenced by selfish considerations, or the fear of death. Since I have been In this hospital Col. Brant has become my most valued und best-beloved friend. What ho has done for me can never be told, but he has made me realize that there are true gentlemen at the north as well as In the south, and that he is one of the noblest men in the world. I thank you, dear madam, for giving me this oppor tunity to say that, so far from feeling resentment. I entertain only sentiments of warmest friendship and gratitude to ward your husband. Sincerely yours, WILLIAM CHALLONER. The color came and went in the young man's face as he read, and the light in his eyes softened to a tender i glow. Finishing, he crumpled the let j ter convulsively in his hand, and came round the headstone of the | grave at a half-dozen quick strides. "Dorothy," he cried, seizing her i iiand, "this is a glorious revelation to | me. Let us hunt up your father at j once. I will go down on my knees to j him if you like. With you for a wife and Col. Brant for a father-in-law 1 shall be the happiest man in Poplar ville." The Veteran's Dream. We met last night in the old post hall. And some of the boys were sadly missed; Twenty present, ah, that was all— The rest had answered the great roll call Out of eighty-nine on the charter list. Then up spoke Bates of the Twenty-third. Who had served all through till the war was done, "It's a long time, boys, since their names I've heard, And I move we call them one by one." So they read each name and to my ear Came words borne forth on the evening breeze- It sounded to me like a faint: "Here, liere." And I knew they answered that roll call clear From their resting place beneath the trees. I seemed to see them all In line Just touching elbows and standing straight; Yes. each was there of the slxty-nlno. And I spoke to one old pal of mine Who had left us along in ninety-eight. And cried: "Old comrade, what means all this?" Then he said as he tapped on his muf fled drum: "We are calling the names of the ones we miss— The twenty boys who have not yet come." ' Then he gave the order: "Right by twos." I And they smiled on me as they marched away; I But their "tramp, tramp, tramp" I did not lose— ; Till old Bates shook me: "Having * snooze? ' Come, old pard, Igo home your way/ ONE AGREEMENT. Mr. Henpeck—lt's no use. We can't agree on a single subject. Mrs. Henpeck—You're wrong, dear. I always agree with you on tbe weather. The Grip of Spring. During the last twenty years many of our citizens have been attacked in the spring months by grip. Some have had serious or slight attacks every year or two. All know it to be a <l. ngerous disease. If Lane's Pleasant TaM:ts (which are sold at 25 cents a box b' druggists and dealers) are taken when 4 .ie first symptoms are felt, there is hardly a chance of the malady get ting a foothold. If you cannot get them near home, send 25 cents to Orator F. Woodward, Le Roy, N. Y. Sample free A Quandary. "A necklace of diamonds has been 6tolen from me!" said Mrs. Cumrox. "Aren't you going to notify the po lice?" "I don't know what to do. It does seem rather classy to be robbed of jewelry; and yet I hate to have peo ple think I'd ever miss a little thing like a necklace." Ask Your Druggist for Allen's Foot-Ease. "I tried ALLEN'S FOOT-EASE recent ly, and have just bought another supply. It lias cured my corns, and the hot, burn ing and itching sensation in my feet which was almost unbearable, and I would not be without it now.—Mrs. W. J. Walker, Camden, N. J." Sold by all Druggists, 25c. Realism. Artist—This picture I call "Pigs In Clover. ' Critic —I see the pigs, but where 1b tbe clover? Artist —The pigs ate It. Try Murine Eye Ilemedy For Red, Weak, Weary, Watery Eyes. Compounded by Experienced Physicians. Conforms to the Pure Food and Drugs Law. Murine Doesn't Smart. Soothes Eye Pain. Try Murine for Your Eyes, A Diplomat. Mother—Aren't you ever going to get over fighting, Willie? Willie —Yes'm, when I'm licked. Particularly for Particular People. Souders' Vanilla Extract is produced from fine Mexican Vanilla Beans—a pure, rich concentrated flavor. All grocers. Put up in 10, 15 and 25-cent bottles. The Main Thing. Poeticus—What age do you think most charming in a woman? Cashit —A rich heritage. Free! A 10c package of Garfield Tea to anyone mailing us this notice, with name and address, and names and addresses oi 10 friends not now using the Ideal Laxa tive. Garfield Tea Co., Brooklyn, N. Y. All pleasure must be bought at the price of pain. For the true, the price is paid before you enjoy it; for the false, after you enjoy it. —John Foster. Those who keep Hamlins Wizard Oil in the house do not have to buy any other remedy for sore throat. No" other rem edy will cure this trouble bo quickly or so surely. Remember this. Corns are proof that nature Is capa ble of small, mean things. MM. Wtnstow's Soothing Syrup. For children teething, softens thfegume, reduces In (Umuiutlun, allay a pain, cures wind colic. 25c a bottle. When the calf kicks, 'tis time to thrash the cow. Do You Love Your Child? Then protect it from the dan gers of croup to which every child is subj'ect. Keep DR.D.JAYNE'S EXPECTORANT in your home all the time, then you're ready for the sudden attacks of croup and colds. Neglect may cost you the life of your child. It's safest to be on your guard. Dr. D. Jayne's Expectorant is the best remedy known for croup; itp!ves quickest relief. Sold everywhere In three size bottles SI.OO, 50c, 25c Insomnia "I have been using Cascarets for In somnia, with which I have been afflicted for twenty years, and I can say that Cas carets have given me more relief than any other remedy I have ever tried. I shall certainly recommend them to my friend# as being all that they are represented." Thos. Gillard, Elgin, 111. Pleasant, Palatable, Potent, Taste Good. Do Good. Never Sicken,. Weaken or Gripe. 10c. 25c, 50c. Never sold in bulk. The gen uine tablet stamped CC C. Guaranteed to cure or your money back. 324 (Zn&ve/o 2ae6tium/ When thousands of women say that they have been cured of their ailments by a certain remedy, does this not prove the merit of that remedy ? Thousands of women have written the story of their suffering, and have told how they were freed from it by Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound—for thirty years these reports have been published all over America. Without great merit this medicine could never have gained the largest sale of any remedy for woman's ills never could have become known and prized in nearly every country in the world. Can any woman let prejudice stand between her and that which will restore her health? If you believe those who have tried it you know this medicine docs cure. Read this letter from a grateful woman, then make up your mind to give Mrs. Pinkham's medicine a chance to cure you. Brooklyn, X. Y. —"I am a firm believer in E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound. I was a great sufferer from organio female troubles for years, and almost despaired of ever being well again. I bad bearing-down pains, backache, headache and pains in my abdomen, and tried Mrs. Pinkham's Compound as a last resort. The result was astonishing, and I have used it and advocated it ever since. It is a great boon to expectant mothers. I have often said that I should like to have its merits thrown on the sky with a search-light so that women would read and be convinced that there is a remedy for their sufferings. "My husband joins me in its praise. He has used it for kidney trouble and been entirely cured." Mrs. 12. A. Bishop, 1015 Atlantic Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. For 30 years Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound has been the standard remedy lor j)\ \\ female ills. No sick woman does justice to W yo\ herself who will not try this famous medicine. 7/ \\ Made exclusively from roots and herbs, and I 1/ x e v; has thousands ol cures to its credit. 11 I I Mrs. Pinkliam invites all sick women CA In) to write her for advice. She has \\]\f\([ guided thousands to health free of charge. (cflKk; Address Mrs. Pinkliam, Lynn, M; ISS» LfirX E PIHKHAM "Not a crop failure in 18 years." "Can raise more here than on Eastern land costing five times as much." *6* l. "Came here 4 years ago with $800; now have $4,500 in bank;"— Said of Panhandle and South Plains Country. The best land bargains t'.-day are found in the prosperous Southwest. The Panhandle and South Flains region of northwest Texas oilers good lands at the low est prices in the Southwest. You can't buy land there as cheaply this year as last, and it will cost more next year. Bo the time to buy is now. I am not in the land business. The Santa Fe Railway employs me to help settle up the country along its lines. The service to you is absolutely free. I aim not to exaggerate. The truth about the Southwest is strong enough. I consider the Panhandle and South Plains as unequaled for the man with •mall means. Likewise nothing better for the man with a big Dank-roll. Both will prosper. This country is no longer on the frontier. Thousands already have settled there. More are coming in on every train. You won't be lonesome, but you won t be crowded, either. You ask what can be raised? Beef, cereals, fruit and other things. The average rainfall is twenty-four inches, enough for raising crops without irrigation. The more brains you farm with, the bigger the yield. "Dry-farming" helps out some seasons. I might talk on forever and not convince you half as much as by reproducing the testi mony of Mr. \V. M. Curfman, of Hereford, in the Texas Panhandle. He says: " I came to Hereford four years ago and bought 640 ceres of land nine unites southeast of town. | Western Canada MORE BIG CROPS IN 1908 Another 60,000 aet- N tiers from the United P A I S' o "-' B, New dis- pHJ tricts opened for set tlement. 320 acres * (/fJLrfltUl ofland to each set* tier, — 160 free homestead and 160 at $3.00 per acre. A vast rich country and a contented pros perous people."— Extract .from correspondence 0/ a National Editor, whose visit to Western Canada, in August, ts>oS, was an institution. Many have paid the entire cost of their farms and had a balance of from SIO.OO to $20.00 per acre as a result of one crop. Spring wheat, winter wheat, oats, barley, flax and peas are the principal crops, while the wild grasses bring to perfection the best cattle that have ever been sold on the Chicago market. Splendid climate, schools and churches in all localities. Railways touch most of the settled districts, and prices for produce are always good. Lands may also be pur chased from railway and land companies. For pamphlets, maps and information re garding low railway rales, apply to Superin tendent of Immigration, Ottawa, Canada, or the authorized Canadian Government Agent: H. M. WILLIAMS. Law Building, Toledo, Ohio. 11 lanßn I T~J 112 of this paper de- | Keaaers 6,ri , n « i ° ) buy | anything adver- ■ tised in its columns should inuit upon I I having what they ask (or, refusing all I substitutes or imitations. 7% ■ XP 1 UT 1 0 Wntßon E.Colrmnn,W»Mi. in I f N I X iiigtun. D.l'. Hooks free. Hikli il M I kls I W 141 rtUoreueea. litiil raauita. " Built me a house and broke about fort» acres of land the first year. Sold $416 worto lof produce off of same and had enough left to winter thirty-five head of cattle and horses The second year had 120 acres in crop, ana ! sold SBO2 worth of farm products and wintered forty-five head of stock. The fourth crop ia not yet harvested, except the wheat and oats. The wheat and oats will bring me about s4<>a» and expect to get about SI,OOO out of the bat ance of the crop, besides wintering my stock. " I now have 165 acres in cultivation. I raise wheat, oats, June corn, milo maize, kafir corn, sorghum, California wheat, millet and cotton, and all kinds of vegetables. I cams here with SBOO and could make my check out now for $4,500." Mr. Curfman seems to be a satisfied man* You can do as well as he perhaps better. May 1 help you get a home somewhere in this best of the few placc9 in the United States where raw land may be bought for less than il is worth? Cut out this advertisement. Mail it to mS with your full name and address. I will then mail you illustrated land folders which tell the story in detail and send our homeseekers monthly, The Earth, six months free. Que* tions promptly answered. C. L. Seagraves, Gen. Colonization Act. A T. & S. F. Ky. System. 1170 J Railway Exchange, Chicago. W. N. U„ CLEVELAND, NO. 21-1909. 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