AN OLD TIME ROMANCE. a — é Right here, in this venerable oak tree's shads, My grandmother's mother sat one day, In solemn state and in stiff brocade, Awaiting a lover, a knight they sy. Down yonder hillside with flashing spur He came like a vision, oer field and fen, En his satin breeches and gold-laced coat, And a queer old dresser he must have been £ do not think I could have fancied him so, In his wedding plumes and his vonnet gay— And Mistress Lucy, if she could know, Would smile In disdain at my choice to-day By his side, o'er the stairway her pleture hangs, A dainty lady, so proud and prim That more than half of my wayward blood It is very plain must have come from him Here is s letter a century old; For true knightly sentiment very well, And a dashing hand, but it must be told That my charming great-grandpaps could not spell: eves bereft ‘May not dwell on thy form snd face so fair, “8.ill the promise of hope to my poor heart is left, ‘And at there." dawning of « to be ve I aspire I should like to know if at eve he came— Why, of course he did, for am I not hera? Proudly bearing his ancient name With a wicked laugh at lils spell of “dear? and if on that sofa they sat asunder Fully two feet, as was proper and right, Could he ever hi mani or, I wonder, Half such age to iYe a Kiss as I had last nig And eurtly Tell on, That reache ing in ft he same to-day, And I wonder day is over, And my grandchild fiit ’neath i this old &f they'll say, dover, And as true and tender a fst su HUNTER'S RAID. be authorities that the in 1864 it federal of Virginia, and must Hunter was ame apparent to the rich valle; which was the granary storehouse of the confederacy, be crippled. (reneral therefore bidden 15,000 men and make a raid up the Bhenandoah and Srops ruin the stores, growing and grain destroy railroads, mills and foundries, and do all possible damage to the resources of It is with one of the earliest incidents of this remarkable campaign that J have to deal. General Hunter belonged whose ancestral home was on the lower Shenandoah, and he related many of the old families there, among was thers to the Botelers. The head of the Colonel William Joteler house was the Boteler, now in then a staff officer rank at Richmond. His was a short distance from Shepherdstown. of high estate When Hunter's corps entered the valley at Shepherdstown the sky was obscured by day with the smoke and glowed at night with the glare of burn- ing barns, mills and haystacks, Mra. Boteler and her daughters, with faithful then in the house. ne or two servants, So often had their farm been fought over by both armies, that there was nothing left on it destroy for these newe take that tions of omers to or ould be of any value as muni- war. The house itself, how- ever, had been little hurt, and its val- unable library and pictures and furniture d by was in had been protects both armies as each in turn possession David Hanter was Mrs. Boteler's own cousin and the playmate of her child- hood. ) nothing to fear in her Surely had , she thought, she poverty and loneliness—rather something to hope for from ‘friend. Cheered by these thoughts, it her long ago cousin and waa the porch and watched the long blue column come undulating over the low hills and march hour after hour along 4he road that ran in front of the estate. The well-house was conspicuous, and in to drink and fill their canteens, but all were courteous, and the first officer guard at the well to preserve order and keep any evil-disposed men out of th bouse. At last the great army had passed, save straggling followers, and the sun was low over North mountain when a squad cf cavalrymen came galloping back from the departing host with a young lieutenant in command. They tarned into the yard, and the officer dismounted. Lifting his cap he said: «This is Colonel Boteler's house?” “It is, and I am Mrs. Boteler. We have nothing left about the place ex- cept a little meal and bacon for our- selves. I hope you won't deprive us of that.” «J only wish I had no worse to do, but, madam, | have General Hunter's orders to burn this house and all its oontents to the ground at once. You - must believe me,” he went on, with a genuine sadness in his voice, ‘that 1 hate it from the bottom of my heart. I would cheerfully resign if that would save it, but there is no help. Tha orders are peremptory, and admit of no delay. All I can let you do—1I can. not believe the general knew any ong was here—is to gather up your cloth. ing and such valuables as you can car ry. Please hasten, and”—with sud. den supplicating gestures and tone, for he was boyish and sensitive— ‘please forgive me for my part in this cruel work!” The men iooked equally sad as sl- lently and swiftly they helped Mrs, there were three of them—make into bundles the few necessaries they were allowed to take away. Suddenly the music of the piano daughters was taking farewell of her 1 } belnved instrument that in the old days for flying feuot liness and anxiety, abandoned to or, ad led E 3 ppd of both north an the soldierv, hb loud the women, whispel Then there came floating out through the rich yot ““The 14 shall not w ing voice, chant- ing: rd is Shepherd, | my "and the hardy sergeant the tears springing as k of the 1 the fires at the drvest corners. Cap in hand, bardly daring to look of the the bric-a-brac, the pretty articles I } which his were garnished-—shutting eyes to these things lest they unnerve him—the lieutenant approached the piano and beso She paid not the slightest attention blinded never dreamed but the mansion Her mother and sisters were and deafened by grief flames oid from and caught at the high cor- into the dear two sides, on the roof, ys of smo ke swept in thr the doors and explored the cool shade the chant was seemed oblivious. “Now,” officer, struck at the unearthly expression of thought the AWE. and the swfulness But as he advanced a step toward her, she the scene, ‘now she will go.” spurned him with a real gesture, and striking the chords of “Come. ve Dis- . fat } pr Lar iish.” CONROInte, where er ANUIsG, ve broke with clear, pure, divinely modu- lated pathos into the words and music of that touching hymn. She sang it slowly, unmindful of the crackle of the flames and the thickening The offic but she paid not the er begged her to heed, smoke, go, slightest inishe d teil his = off t moment roof was li} fail. The likely to f would cut rina it and the heir esc singer heard, but showed no and the care ; two men, now realizing that she meant to stay and fell gently by the arms, reverently and half led, carried her out of the doomed play till she and the piano into the ashes Loge ther took her closed half house, They paused at the well and looked back. Red flames were racing up the curtains of the windows and reading the titles of the books, and one by one they could hear, as they listemed, the musical snapping of the heated piano strings. “ God grant I may never have such duty again,” prayed the federal officer, as he released the gir! into her mother's arms and saw the blessed tears come to relieve the almost fatal tension of de- pair. And then he rode away. the instrument, Cool Mrs, Sanden, Mrs. Sanden, of Artondale, Oregon, surprised a big bear in her back yard last week. She did not scream or fall in a faint, but stepped into the house and, getting a rifle, dispatched the ine truder. ——— - ~it is generally believed that the Howe. This is not true, as the first sew- irg machine was patented in England by Thomas Saint, on July 17, 1790, tweuty- five yours before Howe was born, ~ Parasols made of the best linden wood, manufactured by Finnish , along the lines of the Russo-Finnish ! sulisonda They are light, e'egant and cheap. YANKEEISMS. JHARACTEKISTICS OF NEW ENG- LAND LIFE AND SPEECH, ' ome Yankee Stories That Are a Bit Old but Good. Clarence Deming contributes to the Christian Union some characteristics of rural New England life and speech taken from a note-book of twenty-five years’ standing, When, many years ago, I asked a rustic citizen of the town, after his first visit to New York, his opinion of the great city, his reply was: “Weel, I never! Why, there on | Broadway it allers spemed's though meetin’s just out.” The note book abounds in miscells- neous Yankeeisms gleamed from the i : : { whimsical characters to be found in every back town of Yankeedom. was Mr. D—— i y & rugged and antique resident of a Western Connecti cut vil. While driving his cows to pas- Mr. used i in most emphatic One day lage, | ture to address terms, | when he missed the backb i wagon after a five-mile dri raine ba going back for it, found | been using it as that a sent. One near neighbors was a good ol the Mrs. Malaprop of the vill once remarked at our dinner table: a roof the tarnish.” She Was male | by one of my old Yankee friends, now ted an gone to his reward, who correc ! acquaintance reading aloud an sccount $ of President that the word was French, and ought to be It was not long | sword | | war, that I heard one presentatl mn exhort the ladies : more what is not slewed : of battle than is kill At court in that village | i when a8 witness ified what was present tos that ‘there "leven and basket.” the good Yankee stories of the neigh. the “Mr. Be, before driving from his farm to town, used to delay long delivering His out: were somew heres between twelve eggs in the Among | borhood are following: what he called his “last words.” at broke you'd be an awful baud vexed hired man last Mr. Bee, man to die; you'd have so many last undertaker’s bill would dead.” native Ara words that the in bef of the oddest Mr. B COTE Te Yer was One ETH Whe , an ardent defender of the of election. One day while viving” with a neighbor din- lifted a morsel of beef «f doubt, sir, of the doctrine at ner, he on his have no of | than that 1 shall eat that meat.” the fork, asserting: more the emphasis of his gesture meat lew off and was \nstantly devoured by i the family dog. Here are a few Yankeeisms, drawn for the most part from the same local ity: “He butters sausages”—i. e., lives “ Back up vour cart,” for pass your plate; “Waal, | that’s & huckleberry tew much” «Ha died of plexy;” “Can't let yer have no eggs to-day, we're a-seftin’:” «I have written a receipt for my husband's | tombstone ;” “Draw a long scythe” { (sigh); “These corns hurt me so I { most want to walk backwards ;” «“New- ark, New Jersey, is in New York State, {isn’t it?” “We had a fine ball last | night! the T. Ostrich (orchestra) played for us.” Let me close with this rural telegram which, many years ago, I was per- mitted to copy, and which I pen lit- | erally, save the substitution of a epue | too extravagantly; rious name: “John Smith has broken his lege badley. All well.” A ————————— She Saw a Bull Fight, A Baltimore girl, who faints at the dght of a caterpilla¥, turns green at Le flow of blood, and is in every way of a most gentle and kindly nature, hum writes homes about her visit to a ; dull fight—the occasion being the fare- ; well (0 Paris of the prince of matadors, fouls Mazzantiod: “At last I have seen my first bull tot have Lorne it five minutes, and I searcely know how 1 did. “Imagine an immense arcns, with : | 42,000 people packed in circles, while sbove innocent little white clouds loated over an intensely blue sky. At {limes tha tender-hearted clouds shut ithe sky entirely off from all view of what was going on beneath in the “arena, while frequent short, April-like showers of tears (7) fell from thgm, ind it is to be hoped soothed the wounds of the six enraged bulls that wceeeded each other to death. The occasion was Mazzantini’s fare- well to his Parisian public, which has made such a hero of him. Not only had fatted calves been killed honor in appreciation of the fatted bulls which Mazzantini had killed with { such glory, but hats and handerchiefs | waved, presents of silver, of gold and | jewels were thrown to him after his i is | little speech of farewell, and flowers, ; and in forms of wreaths, bouquets { hearts, soon covered the gore-stained Of all ne this Spanish grandee noticed at all violets, This Kissed i ground. these gifts the only was a simple bunch of fie stooped tg pie kK u and in of iy he direction at 1, too my feet od when a well-planted lance, wi moment | thought was costing the tood dire horns, in 3, 68 he ithe bull's the bull's ¥ shoulder just as he los iis head to we now madden- with sufil- i scling {1188 ut of the of death any higher st enough to keep The little defensive less calm than io wr them this side of eternity. their only scarlet cloak, weapon, and with this alone, they lead the infuriated animal to the exact spot where they wish to kill him, and then kill him, not any haphazard mo- ment to save their own lives, but at only at the signal given by the President. In Paris they do not kill the bull in the arena, but when the signal to kill is given, the matador’s personal danger is all the greater for not killing, as he must touch the bull in the vital spot above the head between the shoulders, just as the buil lowers his head to gore the form, is taken out by of & ght. a very high breed, { him, thus g« after which ing through the bull killed out is of belongs to some well-known Spanish oxen and Each ball, which is worth a good many Jut they say it can- be put an { senor, and hundred dollars. not fight twice, as it must end the whom it belongs is at stake by the way it fights. “A wonderful sight, and always shall it live in my memory how the artistic superseded the human side of itinmyeyes. 1 had to grasp the smelling salts in one hand, for you know how I turn sick at the sight of blood, and to see thuse poor blindfold. ed horses raised on the horns of the maddened bulls made me turn faint for the moment, while the next I was fascinated by a wonderful science that turned life into a plaything. The costumes and all the mise en scene aro the most picturesque things imagina- ble. In fact, everything is done to make it endurgble. fierce feelings that I never imagined I had rose up and took possession of me, and I could scarcely realize my own lack of heart. For once and the last time I have seen this relic of a past barbarism, and I am glad to bave had the experience.” Fall Strawberries in Oregon. R. B. Duncan of Salem was feasting yesterday on strawberrios that grew and ripened, unprotected, in tig open air, says the Statesman. His vines are still in blossom, and he has a few berries in all the stages, some green and others about matured. The ripe ones were delicious and are only an- other argument in favor of Oregon's slimate. Just think of strawberries wd Thanksgiving turkies ripening to- Oregonian. to: honor of the other Portland KOSHER BUTCHERING A FINE ART. Where Fowls Are Murdered with Neat ness and Dispatch At 10 Gouverneur slip is situated the great Kosher poultry butchering estab. lishment of New York city. Here every fowl consigned to die by the Hebrews must end his earthly career according to the strictest letter of the law. Giddy chickens, silly geese snd noisy ducks are herein offered as a daily sacrifice upon the altar of an an- only the principles of the orthodox Hebrew religion, but those of the pur- est hygiene as well. Kosher butcher- At Gouverneur slip, No, 10, there keen, characteristic Their strike a beards, and the long, sin- hands never blow amiss, Straight to the line goes ti feathery stairs This cellar is viace floored and Upon one sic of two tal ne. laced a line 1 I tood the I patris 'resently a boy apg kens. He gave one to each in the twinkling of ded it upon the peg instant and two flashing ves had cut the EIN eXACL unison. } 1 cher had pressed own wit Own with these silent butchers or «kille are known to the trade, cooly trickled down into a stone by men who are employed for the pur- pose. The floor of the entire cellar is The ut- accident find its way to 10 Gouverneur The knives used by the killers” are and manufac. purpose. They is and broad at the uniform widtl end. These instruments are examined that they are properly sharpened. part of the poultry or any other creature is A broken wing or leg is a sin against the faith, Rabbi Joseph of Brooklyn, claimed, still gets four cents per chicken from a small number of his congregation. It is said that he takes three cents of this and gives the other cent to the “killer.” This is a tax levied in genuine orthodox fashion. The Rabbi Joseph only left Russia a year or two ago. For atime the pil- lars of his synagogue gave up the four cents per head with great willing. ness, but some of them have come to think that perhaps the tax is a little high. Rabbi Joseph spends a portion of his time examining fowls to see whether or not they are kosher. If ke is satisfied with their cleanliness he ties a lead weight about the size of a cop- per cent to their legs. it is Paradoxical — Ethel = «Papa, why did you invite that undertsker hero?” Papa—¢«Whdm do you refer fo my dear?” Ethel That solemn-looking man talking with mamma.” Papa-— “Why, that's Squibs, the professional bumorist.”-Epoch. : The boys will soon be men. Teddy «I'll be a max fore you ever will, { feel my whiskers a-sproatin’ a’ready.” fommy ~= *Pshaw | that's nothin’, sribed two voters when wo "lected me mptain of the oall nine” .~~Munsey's NW eekiv. LIFES AFTERNOON, r Dear heart then lay your hand in mine, We'll travel home together ; We've pledged our love in Jife’s rare wins, We've had some days aimost divine, Sowe clouds and stormy weather, Whey first we joined our eager fect We sang a sadder chorus; We scarce took time our hopes to greet, We rushed our joys in haste to meet, The world of care before us. But now, dear heart, your hand in mine, We'll trudge along together: We still have drafts of life's rare wine And yet some days almost divine, While we have left far, far behind The clouds snd stormy weath FUN. Know thyself. If vou can’t get the requisite information, run for office, Time. It is natural that in times of excite. for it is the top of his body.—Boston Post. ment a man’s head should spin, “How Mars full y Tw %r A Venerable Sinner—Venus— steadily the earth jogs Yes, bat just 100K at as a goat | Lif along. the moon- to hotel » any danger of fir home New Yorl Examiner—¢Can stance of a person inciting another “Yes witness ho to perjury?’ Candidate when if the court asks a female Ww old she is.” Texas Sifti Footpad « «Hold Pedestrian ngs. up yer hands!” (calmly)—+<‘1 have been out shopping all day with my wife.” Footpad (sympathetically) — ¢ By Jinks! Here, take this quarter.”— New York Weekly. An Awful Possibility—A unt Kezian Well, ied 7” Kitty, so you're to be mar. Kitty—¢yes, aunt, Providence permitting; but wouldn't it be awful if come" — Time. that dress shouldn't ™ Young Wife—¢ A horrid rat ate one of those lovely canaries my husband | got me, and that's why I got a cat.” Matron— «Well 2 i“ And then the Life A Little Matter—¢My goodness!” | snid she. Young wife cat ate the other.”"-# “That's hardly worth men- tioning,” said her spiteful neighbor in her spiteful way. And now they never speak as they pass by.—Somers ville Journal. De Smith-—