THE HIDDLEBUBGH POST. GEO. W, WAGEXSELLER, Editor and Proprietor Middlcboroh, Pa., Mat 27, 1897. Philadelphia is to hare rmeumatio mail tubes. New Tork is also to bare the same method of flaring time in the dispatch of mail. matter. Since the year 1880 the Paris police authorities have arrested as many as as 29,000 children who are being trained for begging and vice.' Scientific cultivation trebles the irn gar crop on the Hawaiian planta tions, declares the New York Tribune. An acre which formerly would not sup port in comfort one cannibal now grows a maximum of eleven tons of sugar, a crop never equalled elsewhere. ' The Bnlkans have been well des cribed as "the lumber room of Eu rope. " These ' 'fragments of forgotten peoples" are found in profusion and confusion. But it is possible that con tinental policies may yet be built out of some of these loose, unattached joists. Near the East Tennessee coal yards at North Knoxvilln a father has made a practice of chaining an eight-year-old child in his cabin to keep it off the streets. "Some people," snys a local newspaper mildly, "think that the Humane Society should investigate the case." Says Lradstreet's: "It is pointed nut, with probable accuracy, that not n little of the disfavor with which what is termed 'Wall street' is re garded throughout the country is the result of experiences with bucket shops and so-called syndicates, and the ab sence of actual knowledge as to what tho legitimate stock market really is." It may interest young New Yorkers whoso careers hnve been pretty much coterminous with the period of elevated railways and cable roads to learn that a correspondent of a daily newspaper recalls the time, some thirty-five years ago, when mules or asses were used to draw street cars on the Sixth avenue road. The experiment was soon abandoned, however as ,the hoofs of the animals aforementioned -could not bear pounding'bh the fetones nor were the mules capable of making a spurt of speed when a car was behind time. Truly, tho world moves, if the mules did not. A correspondent of Cycling Life writes from St. Louis: "Every house called on recently, nut only in bieyclo but in other lines as well, emphasizes the fact of an immense improvement the last few years in general conditions in the South. Nowhere else in the country huvo the years of business de pression proved such a blessing in dis guise. Tho iniquitous credit system which has been such a hindrance to biasness in that section has received its ' death blow. Hankers and brokers huvo been forced to discontinue loaning large amounts on growing or prospective crops. Tho planters have been forced to a cash basis or something near it. Merchants are better able to discount their bills and are doing it." This is true, suys the Louisville Courier Journal in corroboration. Except for the floods there is no reusou why the South cannot expect to prosper. Dr. 'Walter Nyman, Surgeon-General of the United Statos Marino Hospital Service, advocates the annexation of Cuba as a sanitary measure necessary to tho welfare of this country, becauso it is the worst plague spot upou the map and the source of nearly all our epidemics. From the beginning of the century until now there have been only nine years in which this country has been free from yellow fever. It bus been proved that in twenty-three of the eighty-five years the diseuse came from Havana direct, and in twelve cases from elsewhere in Cuba. The source of its infection in many other years is believed to have been tho same, but there is no positive evi dence. Since 1862 there have been twenty-six invasions of yellow fever. The sources of nineteen are absolutely known sixteen from Havana, two from elsewhere in Cuba and one from Honduas. Since 1893 there has been no yellow fever in the United States, which, the Chicago Record declares, is due to the extraordinary precautions taken by Dr. Burgess, the United States inspector at Havana, who will not give a certificate of health unless be is sure that it is correct, and with out his certificate no passenger can leave Havana for this country. OH DECORAilOK DAY. When a man gets down, he Is nearly IJJ)rllo get on bis fee; ngalu & a To deck, w ith flowers, the lonely spot of earth That holds the dust of heroes nameless dead Columbia comes; nor asks the place of birth: They were her sons. In grief she bows her head, While from her heart she breathes to heaven, the prayer That all are joined in love fraternal there. The Story's Sequel. A Decoration Day Happening. WISH you'd tell us tho story, grandfather." The speaker was a little maid eii, ilaxeu-haired a n d r o s y- " cheeked, one of a party which bad gathered be neath the shade of u sheltering maple, iu tho heart of the great silent cem etery. It was Decoration Dnv that unique festival upon which the nation yearly honors its dead defenders, and every member of the group carried some wreath or flora! token, with which to rlocoroto the graves of departed soldier friends. "My dear, tho story will keep," nn swered the person nddressexl as "grandfather," a tall, grizzled veteran with roodals on his breast; "let us first of all place our flowers uon the 'different graves. This is Old Soldiers' section of the cemetery, you know, and every tomb covers the Ixxly of some brave fellow. By the way, yonder is a grave withont any tombstone not a new grave, either. I wonder who he is that lies be neath." He pointed towards where, neor tho confine of the Old Soldiers' section, uii humble liionnd of eurth marked the last resting place of some warrior less fort turn te tlmu his fellows. "Come, children," continued Colonel Flanders (such were his name and rank), " have a fancy to lay an offer ing on that poor deserted grave. If nny wreaths are left when we have dec orated the tombs of my dear comrades, we must bring them over there. Who knows but that some gallant lad lies benciitli that nameless grave?" "lint the story, grandfather! Tell us the story as wo go along," insisted the flaxen-locked little woman who had lirst spoken. Colonel Flanders shrugged his shoulders, still broad and straight as in campaigning! days. He knew that it was useless to contend against this tyrant in short dresses, and so, ns they wandered from monument to monu ment, leaving here n wreath and there n fragrant nosegay, he told for the twentieth time the tale demanded. It made a jn-etty picture, and a tender one withal this of the old lighter, surrounded by his flower-laden grand children, recalling times of storm and stress, while he lovingly decked the gravestones of comrades mid kin. Many a passer-by stopped to look after the little procession with smiles bright or wistful, and one spectator especially stared so hard that he drew the colonel's kindly eyes in his direction. This was a lad of twelve or thereabouts, pale and pinched of face, with great dark eyes and clothing that was even ragged. "Poor little chap!" commented the kindly veteran. See how enviously he eyes our flowers, Perhaps he has got some relative buried here, too. I must ask him." But the boy, as though divining his purpose, hud turned, and was already hastening down the gravel walk. Colonel Flanders sighed and continued his story. . "It w us at the siege of Vicksburg," he said, "and the fighting was fast aud furious. I think If never, before or since, saw war in all its terror or in all its glory as at that siege. We had captured a Confederate fort and held it from 10 o'clock in the morn ing until 4 o'clock in the afternoon; with shot and shell rattling about uh from a dozen different directions. At 4 o'clock the Confederates came down upon us in force. Our men fought like the staunch hearts they were, but we could do naught against numbers, and were filially, after a desperate struggle, driven out of our position and back to the Federal lines. It was only when we rallied with half of our men dead or missingthat a discovery was made dire beyond telling to the soldier s ear. waved alt day over the fort were in the hands of the enemy. You have no idea, my dears, of the disgrace brought by the loss of his regimental colors upon the soldier. Some of our men, when they heard the news, actu ally sat down ami wept like babies; others went almost mad and wanted to storm the fort then and there. But wiser counsels prevailed, and finally n man volunteered to slip buck into the fort, under cover of darkness, and, if possible, recover the flag." "That man was you, grandfather, wasn't it?" asked little flaxen-hair. The.oolotiel nodded bis head gravely. "Yes," 'twas I," he said. "There were iiiuuy volunteers, but I was chosen for the attempt. At nightfall accordingly I slipped past our sentries and by crouching behind mounds and even creeping among the dead bodies on the buttle field, I succeeded in passing the enemy's pickets and reaching the ditch, below the encampment of the fort Here I lay for some moments listening to the steady tramp of a sentinel on the escarpment above. Then, knowing that quickness of action was every thing, I clambered np the batik, hand over hand, and rolled into the fort )iu on the escarpment in mother in stant T fthnnlil kaTA alid trinrnittAntlv into the ditch; when the sentry turned. Down I ducked behind the friendly pile of sacking. Bat my movements were hardly quiok enough, Clearly the sentry had seen something sus vieious. for he retraced his footsteps and' came towards me. What was to be done? My mind was made up in a trioe. I measured the approaching man in the dim light, and saw that he was of slender bnild a mere boy in my hands. Then, as he reached the heap of sacks, I suddenly leaped np and grappled with him. It took less time than I spend in telling' you to wrest the bayonet out of his hands. . "Just as ho recovered nerve enough to shout I threw one arm over his mouth, and clutching him around the body with the other, we rolled over the escarpment and fell side by side into a ditch. He was underneath. The fall stunned him; and as he lay with ex pressionless eyes staring at the starry heavens, I saw his face for the first time!" "And and you know who he was?" eagerly exclaimed Miss Flaxen-hair. "My dear," said the colonel with a rather sad smile "yon know the story by heart. Yes, you are right; I saw who my prisoner was, the moment I looked into his face. There he lay, at the foot of the escarpment, dressed in the gray uuiform of the Confederates my own brother, Jack, the son of my father's house, my schoolfellow and playfellow since babyhood, and now, by stern fate, my foe I "There was no time to be lost. Even for my brother, I could not wait; so I took out the brandy flask that the cap tain of our company had slipped into my pocket, and laid it in his nerveless fingers. Then, just as I was about to go, I remembered the Confederate flag which I carried. There was no abso lute need for me to bring back those colors; and if they were missed, it might go hard with the sentry on duty. My object, after all, was only to re cover our own flag; so I took the rebol stars and laid them on .Tuck's breast. Then I forced some of the brandy be tween bis teeth, and, without waiting for the result, ran with all speed to- wanl tne f ederal lines. liuek was with mo to tho last, nud I escaped scot free, to receive a great ovation in our camp. They made me a captain for that night's work." "And Undo Jack what became of him?" queried Flaxen -hair. "He must have recovered; for I saw his name in the Confederate reports many times afterwurds. Finally, he was severely wounded and left the army. Notwithstanding all my re searches I have never been able to trace him. When my futher died he shared his property between Juck aud myself. I set to work by every means in my power to find the lost brother. Personals in newspapers, paid agents, and the like, all failed .to dim-over his whereabouts. Perhaps the poor fel low died of his wounds long ago. fcr. WITH ONE AKM ABOUT THE BOY, THH OLD SOLDIER KNELT BY THE GRAVE. Fortunately I fell upon a pile of sack ing, so that my fall did not disturb tho sentry, whose gray-coated back I saw in the mooulrgbt at some distance. " In that quick look around I saw something else as well. ' Our dear flag bad not even been torn from the stuff to which it was nailed, but still bung there (awaiting orders from headquarters, no doubt) with the Con federate colors flaunting above it. It took mo just a minute to dart across the enclosure and wrench both flags our own aud our enemy's from the pole. Then I sprang behind a broken gun carriage, just as the sen try turned and began his return beat "I can tell yon, my dears, that your old grandfather's heart beat a tattoo on bis ribs, while that sentry was passing. Would he see me? Would he notice the absence of the flags? Fortunately he did neither. He was not a very good sontry, that one; for he never looked up as he paced along the escarp ment. "When I thought I might venture forth I arose aud ran in a stoooinir ji.ajBffgrttdJa-bicbadJjwsition for the breastworks. My foot Heaven alone knows where he is to day." The colonel ceased, and silently doffed his slouch hat, as though to the memory of his brother. All the chil dren sighed in chorus; and Flaxen-hair gripped closer her grandsire's sword hand as though, in consolation. During the story they had made a complete ronnd of the soldiers' section, and were once more nearing that por tion of the cemetery from which they had started. Many a tombstone bore remembrances of the children's love and the colonel's kindly comradeship, "And now, grandfather," said little Flaxen-hair, "how about the grave without any stone over it. I've kept a Teal nice cross for that grave." "You are a thoughtful little lass," answered the colonel, "and the 'real nice cross' shall he laid on the grave without delay. But stay! What is the meaning of the excitement yonder?" Under the maple tree, and quite close to the nameless grave for which Flaxen-hair had reserved a cross, a small crowd was gathered. As the colonel and his convoys of boys and girls approached they saw that it sur rounded two persons the one aa irate man in the uniform of a cemetery war' den, the other a small boy. An ex clamation escaped from Colonel Flan ders when ha recognized in the boy the same pale, ill-clad urchin whom he had noticed in the path earlier in the afternoon. Tho cemetery official was clutching the lad by the shoulder, as our worthy veterans, bidding Flaxen hair and her companions stay where they were, hurried through the cordon of onlookers and gained the culprit's side. The brass-buttoned warden, recog nizing in Colonel Flanders one of the cemetery governing board, saluted re spectfully. . "This boy has been pulling flowers from the shrubs and creepers," he ex plained. "I caught him in the act" WC ROLLED OVER TBB ESCARPMENT. i AT THE CALL OF DUTrT The colonel looked at the boy. "Come, my lad," be said, "how does this happen? Have you nny excuse for destroying the shrubs?" Up to this the little prisoner had borne up bravely, and even surlily ; but the gentleness of the newcomer's tone and manner proved too much for him. "I w-was picking a few flowers for father's grave," be said, gulping down a sob. "Mother's too poor to bnv flowers, and and I didn't like to see the grave without flow ers on Decora tion Day." The listeners were visibly affected. There was a spontaneous movement, and a murmur of sympathy. The ceme tery official relaxed his grip on the boy's ragged collar. "Where is your father's grave?" asked the colonel. Tears welled into the little fellow's brown eyes, as he pointed towards the simple mound of grassy turf, the same "nameless grave" rhich tho colonel and bis grandchildren bad noticed. ' "That's the grave," he sobbed; "we couldn't buy a tombstone." The coincidence keenly affected Colonel Flanders. Hastily he told the warden that he would be responsible for the boy's appearance before the cemetery governorsBt their next meet ing, to answer the charge of plucking their flowers. "Very well, colonel," said the re lieved official, letting the lmy go free. "To tell the truth, I just hate to make a charge against 'him. I'm a veteran myself, you see." The spectators applauded heartily, as Colonel Flanders, taking tho boy's hand, led him across tho greensward towards where Flaxen-hair stood. "My dear," bo whispered, "this lad's father lies in the numcioss grave youder. Won't you give him that 'real nice cross' of yours to lay on the spot?" Withont hesitation Flaxcn-linir hand ed tho cross to the sluiiiking boy. "Put it on your father's grave," she said; "we were keeping it for him nil the day." When the simple ceremony of decor ating the grave by the maple tree had been completed, Colonel Flanders be gan to question the brown-eyed boy in his quiet, kindly way. "What regiment did your father bo long to?" be asked. "He he wusn't a Union soldier at all," stammered the lad. "Not a Union soldier?" "No; he fought for the South. . . . But you shan't say a word against him." (this with a flush from the dark eyes). "He was a good man, my daddy. Even though you are kind to me, you shan't say a word against him." "Heaven forbid that I should speak against him," answered the colonel earnestly. "Many brave and noble men fought for the South. . . What was your father's name, my lad?" Quick as a flash the answer came, and the grizzled colonel heard it with an astonishment that was almost awe. "His name was Flanders John Sea ton Flanders;" and the boy, in a par oxysm of grief threw, himself on his knees beside the grave. "Why, grandfather!" exclaimed Flaxen-hair" that was . Uncle Jack's name!" Answering never a word, with an arm about the weeping boy, the old soldier knelt by the grave of his Confederate brother. Oerald Brennan, in Atlanta Constitution. The aiwiwia Mdht FarUhl Tv. J Ammrimn HatUa Misht LinT 'At the call of duty as each WW lb, ftUOJ Mil nOpf uj fruit of life, and cast all into ft, steady, ardent, deadly strnggl, satiAoa 1ssbb a-nVtimA 4k . I tionl As the springtime clothes and breadth ef the continent, so til tanedusly came these flowers of people's hearts to the work of h. ,J a: T 1 i. i . .. ur. JJJ uaj auu vj llUI, lttt0!1J I forest and over desert, over luounUn! I and through 6 w amps And rivers unf- I inM 'vttwati Ak f 4 A SB Hni - I tug tuj Dtveu vussiuaucs 4i b iy T)Q pressed in words, burned hy tl suns, frosen by winter frosts, gered and athirst, often half-cUj ... shrunken by unwonted exposure, I crowded with emulation and jostC cnoice, ana in camp anu uospidj, jJ skirmish and set form of battle, inl tary out-post, and in the lmrW-lujJ oi ' snot anu sneu, ami tne du u'jl smoke of fields encarnadiued witi tlJ glorious blood of their youth, thevi came to aeatn as to a least, and p.l ished that the rerican Nation live. Who shah te heard to pit ih.J we who survive them, and all thepJ eraiions yet w come, suau not ci tinue forever to give them our irrit remembrances, and the tears of rw at their untimely taking off, and U the choicest garlands that human huit can weave upon the blessed p-aM, neath which they rest from their iW and await the reveille of the arrtHJ of the resurrection. V . H. L. Baria i ml In London there is one doctor to every 880 people. The Soldier's Heritage, If ever the morning Btarswan eetlier ana tne sons oi Uod sbnuMU joy, it was when this was mnde ipa free republic in fact as well ai in in Cherish it, live for it, he prejured j die for it; nourisii it so that it f dure, that it may be the faithful i i.:i.i i .1 luuiuu w juur uuiiui i-n aim iiirirct. dren after them; make it worthvufi dead who died for it ; make it vonH of the generations who arc'K.'injks future to possess ii. So, Riiar.liugt: spirit, the circling centuries u wueel above our countrv iu all ski liendor, crowning it with the hod of age, withont robbing it oftLep and beauty of youth. It shall sttl and nt the lust duy, when tie hi! tne Nations suau he called, m Egypt shall come up in the ik-bi meuts of the night; drcccs rai the glory of intellect; Kome iiiilWu panoplied of arms; Italy ItistiwijJ beauty of art; Oernmnv clml in then ments of learning, starred with j France gemmeil and jeweled titopj osoiihy and art; Enghiiid rlau i imaire of law and splendor o! i merce: America shall come unrobtl truth, sandalled with peace, fi'll with the stars of the Union. umlhJ with the diadem of freedom.-Xfl Booth. Sherman's Lsxt Krutlnc rim. 'Genesjd William Tecmnseh Sid rests in Calvary Cemetery, St . at the junction of Bethany i Holy Rosary walks. The grave i rectly in front of the centre piwtj that of bis son W illie.wlio uieanii at the age of nine years. At the j beneath the crrunite cross, lies the H of Mrs. Sherman, w ho died in I and at the ridit is the crave d Charles, who died in Wi, aim iug lived less than a year. lui Tiiylng- rrl I'rofi-oin- rin of 4lm miviiiir mofeioi'l Paris is said to be that of a 4 imi-ker. In manv of the littl' ' l ulir.tiu vnil .fill W ft mau M pack your trunk artistically, in expensive kowus and other g-': iu tissue paper, and stowiugsw.J cate bric-n-brac in tlio I t 1 r. iceir, tliureterfl P.l'i neddlers ill the (ierwaa including 38.4K5 women. Harvard has for the fourth .1. :..t ii....:.... f.MW'ini? i'-M loo iuu;rcuiii.-j;iuiu ship. CETTYSBURC, I8'7- The nobis of Oett.v'.Mirk'ar. l Where oneo the re.i '""-" j The oas leaves throw a daw--"! Where perished Ii"' "'' JT The saplings whls"T on thiW n. ' V11...I .. II. .ru til e. And songbirds splash he " Wburo armies iouk'" A marble sentry s-nns the It'll Aud granite eamiotw ,r" k.i Where dusty regliii'-'ii'"". , r I And shot and shell rum ' -But o'er the sentry I Now sits tho cooing ,;,'f',ltol TVonk tuir tin silence ol tU" ' I With murmuring notmo" Tho only colors In the Are those of b;b tub swm anu -; h,lgtfi Ar rnndn bv iio-sslng f' . I " L . .,. re cm"- JIUgO BUY Bra Aud soldiers, x ' 'S.' Tho only csmp tires The uory giory. Thank dod that all thin1 Togoinw m '.hlif.-tster. mi... UUkt aikI 11 Hf TtftJl' That through a myW iri. mun.iHi no er w'T- That rent of bat. hU And out of wareomeP" The rr.m-i N it F 0,000 nit : poo, F-fi-r Ullt.V. -id, 0 N rolii I'-niid I rua I l'l. "t(l( nny in 'tnmil' k 1: K iii "M IU "OblllJI 9". id I'anlul v "I Tttoi Hill. PH Wilde f '-u nick 1 to p,rg 'unit ul "7,l i M OUI P". and lleOa, f" her willlau, fWrank, " la 'proai lrUWHV P1 under ' I'ltt.i '"in c, r.M ..a, 'li,rl. ("J. an '"ii'-nis. 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