rrr iT p= squatted in one corner of- Col. Wallett's Ag Plantation a lit- tle hut occupied by old Granny Brown, who had lived by herself nearly twenty 3 - “years. For the past. few years “fer only work had been to knit Stich articles as “Ma'am Wallett” had = directed. Granny's house was built of 16gs. At one end Br rough stone chimney rose two or three feet ahove the ‘moss-covered roof; at the other a. wooden door swung on great hinges and a small window, covered with greased paper, admitted a few rays of light into the single room. A stone threshold, scrubbed to a yearly whiteness, leaned to one side, threatening to lose its place, and near by a single moss rose bush nodded and d. Inside old granny ‘sat in a great armchair, her needles clattering busily. Her gray, wavy hair was parted in the middle and drawn back over her large forehead. Her eyes were little and deeply set, but they sparkled and blinked as th super- vised the work of her large, hardened hands. Unconscious lerze red lips moved about worked, displaying a white row teeth, which occasionally parted, sPowing a thick tongue. She was clothed in a red checkered gin wrapper, of «hich she was evidently very proud, for now and then her knitting would cease while she. carefully smoothed some wrinkled place in her dress. On a table near a few pieces of chinaware were arranged with pre- cision on a sniall blue and red mat. In one corner of the room was an old-fashioned bed, whose coverlets were spotlescly white. The earthen floor had been swept, but was un- covered. It was dusk HERE a8: sac of ghom b when granny carefully put away ner work and settied back in her chair for a nap. @ She was nearly asleep when she heard a noise. Thud! thud! it went, then was still for an instant, when it was repeated. Visions of ghosts, hobgoblins and other unearthly things came into her mind. She walked to the door. No- body was outside. She looked around the room, but saw nothing uncsual. “Wat yo'se ‘fraid of, nohow? Ar’'n’t nauthin’ roun’ hyvah,” she mumbled to herself as she sat down again. Some time passed. The old woman was dozing again, when sud- denly the floor near her began. to track. She stared in terror. A dirk, grasped by a human hand, appeared. The hole grew in size, as the knife hacked at the ground, until a white man’s face and shoulders appeared In the gap. *Oh, God! hab cried, gathering up preparing to run. “Be quiet, my good woman,” came from the stranger. ‘I am nothing but a wounded soldier. Be quiet now, I'll reward you. Close your door.” Keeping her eyes upon the unwel- come visitor, she reluctantly did as she was bid. The dier stretched out his hand, saying, ‘Now, help me mahey!’ her granny skirts and sol Thus she worked over him for two ys and nights. out, aunty.” Granny took his hand in hers and pulled him to his feet. His face was thin and pale and be- smeared with mud. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and blood came from a cut in his forehead. One arm dangled uselessly at his side and his clothes were torn and bloody. “How'd yer get hyah, chile?” asked granny, eyeing the poor man from head to foot. “I'll tell you all afterwhile,”” he feebly answered; “‘the rebs will be after me again. No place to hide -here, is there?” He looked despairingly around ihe room. Granny brought out a pot of tea that she had had hidden somewhere and offered a cup to the man, who gripped the chair as he drank. “What's that noise?” he asked, setting the cup on the table. “Git back in thet thah Lole, quick,” granny said, pointing to the place from which the stranger had come. ‘‘It's th’ whole ahmy,” zap jumped the frighte man. Cranny pulled the table near, placed her : chair the hole in} the floor, sat down and spread” kher| dress out around her.’ Seizing her, needles she began to knit rapidly, singing loudly: “De sun shines bright in dc ole Kaintucky home, Tis summah an’ over d’ darkies are ga——" “Don’t make so much: noise, nig- gah,” spoke a young officer, poking his head in the door. ‘‘Show us that clevah raseal you've got in hyah or we'll whip you soundly.” “Sakes alive, man, wha scah a pooah woman?” don’ yo’ all granny He thanked ithe use of the Northern army. rations were made to leave. granny again and again for having saved his life and prom ised she shoutd hear from him again. Inranswer to®™er question self he said: “My name is Crawford Floyd. 1 am one of a party of six who were all prepa i sent out. by Grant into the Confed’s country to learn what they could for Three of us were captured in a skirmish at Pond Fork and taken to the tem- porary prison at Apple Valley, where two of my comrades were shot for attempting to escape. -I fared better, however, and got away after being shot in the arm.- The men knew I { bea A NATION'S MEMORIAL TO THE SOLDIER DEAD AT GETTYSBURG. said, feigning surprise. “Whar's that man insisted the soldier. “Wat vo’ talkin’ ’bout, sah? Yo’ oughtien know I ain't got no man hyah,’ granny: answered, looking angrily at the man who had spoken. great now?’ While this conversation was going on several privates had entered the room, looking Dbeliind. the table, around the chair and tearing the} bedclothes from their place. The old negress bewilderzd. ‘'Noth- in’ in this shack?’ -**Nigzahs haven't enough wit to ac 2 WaT get him sosn, ER similar remarks came the as they left the Louse. Granny kept hour before sl that time it low crawled ‘Gee, that as he **Cot anything hun’—— was hide and men thoug from knitting for half an her chair. By rk. . The poor f¢ hiding place. he whispered, » moved was da from was cio his LOOK anoti sip of to ea I'm Knock, Itnoek, at the door. ny motioned to the hole and walker toward “Whan yo'se bin, granny, is siek?” asked a bow- legged little girl the door had been opened. = “No; I ain't sick, Chloe. Nevah was feelin’ bettah. Run along to yoah own maw, now,” answered granny, as she closed the door. The child's bare feet could be heard clapping against the ground as she ran away. Cutting and buttering a few slices bread and making another pot of tea, granny handed them to the man, who still remained in the hole. He grasped them cager- ly. When he had finished eating granny persuaded him to come to the bed, where she dressed his wounds by candle light. Her patient became unconscious during this time. : Gran- ny wrapped him in a blanket, forced him to take some tea and rubbed his arms until nearly morning. Thus she worked for two days and nights, the man remaining asleep all of this time, except when awakened for some dainty granny had prepared. Three weeks passed. The man’s wounds had healed splendidly. A bullet remained in his left arm and gave him some trouble, but he de- termined to leave for headquarters in spite of his nurse's objections. After much trouble in getting a horse the door. ver when of | a half. was a spy and sent a detachment out to hunt me down. I was nearly caught. One night I slept in the little house over the hill. Nobody I was in gr tured and knew that meant death, so I determined to tunnel underground for a few days in order to get the beasts off my track. In my sack 1] had quarter rations for a week and The second night I began my digging with the dagger you seen. It was slow, hard work, 5 rvrels WO, have about him- | and I often suffered for air and drink, but after nearly giving up in despair, I happened to break through the floor of your house, my good an- gel. Tell nobody what has hap- pened until you hear from me again, which will not be long, I hope. The war’'ll soon be over now. God bless you and good-by.” The soldier rode off in haste. Granny stood watching him until he was out of sight. “Whew-w, A no’'the’'n spy. Jet this hyah niggah gits ketched vit,” she said to herself as she hobbled into her shanty. “Oh, Granny, Granny—y—y! Don ver know this hyah day am Decah- rashun Day?’’ Early one May morn- ing Granny was awakened by a little urchin who cried thus in a shrill voice. The ‘old woman rose and dressed slowly. Presently she threw open her door and; squinting her eves in the bright sunlight, said, re- provingly: “Desecration Day! "W’at Yo’ ‘mean by sech a thing, boy? I nevah heerd o’ the laike.” : ‘““‘Lookie! Lookie, “Granny,” the boy went on; “vondah comes a man cn hoahsback.” Shading her eyes with her hands, Granny looked where the child pointed ard saw a man, covered with dust, riding a black horse, whose sides were flecked with foam. The man sprang and, leaving his horse in the road, ran up the short path to where the old negress and ‘the boy stood. ‘rightened, the pickaninny ran away, but Granny waited for the man to speak. “Miss Granny?’ he asked, lifting his hat. “Evalene . Har from his saddle arriet © Brown's ma whole name, sah, bat roun’ hyah I's called Granny,” came the answer as Granny placed her arms akimbo and looked searchingly the new ar- rival. “Oh! beg at at your pardon, Miss Brown,” said the man, making a low curtesy. “I am from Major Craw- ford Floyd, to whom vou rendered a service some time ago. He has charged me to deliver this trifle as a little token of the high esteem he has fer you.” So saying, he handed Granny, who was thoroughly sur- prised, a neat little package, which she took without answering. The words were scarcely spoken before the man had mounted and was riding away. “Fhe old negress looked at the package with a smile. ‘“Won- dah w’at's in thah?"” she said, as the package was on the table and slowly untied. The sight which met her eyes made her jump. Before her lay a circular piece of gold, the first she had ever touched. Taking it to the door, Granny turned it over and over, chuckling to herself. Slowly and tediously she spelled out the in- scription on the back, which read, “Twenty Dollars.” That night the piece was placed with extreme care in an old cup and laid lived there, because the place is sup- | : posed to be haunted, as you told me. | tea had been which she had given reat danger of being recan- | the zette. hidden away as securely - as the wretched spy.—Pittsburg Ga- fs a SALLOR DEAD-SOLDIER DEAD EIFS NILDIER LOIN BY MARY dead, soldier dead, Ds you wake ard know the hour a tho children two and two — Rcsy flag and rosy flower — Stir the gravo grass with their rching overhoad? Do you quicken to no sigh, Dees no smallest piercing cry Break the silence where you lie, Soldier dead ? (ONCE we left our books and play,: £8 Once we came with running feet When we heard the stirring drum, Heard the soldiers in the street, When we pushed between the knees along the line, z When we saw the jackets blue, Heard the fifer tifing true, Then we wished that we were you, : Brave and fine. : OW we think -how still you lie, And how low your grassy tents Think how chill the graveyard air, And how cold the monuments; So we know you must be glad to have us come, Glad of blossoms tnat we spill, Glad of banners bright and still, Of the fifer fifing shrill, And the drupr UT we cannot hear it plain For the trumpet frets and cries, And we cannot see it clear For the banners blind our eyes, And the warm air stirs the bright boughs overhead, And ‘we think perhaps we, too, Must come here to liemyith you Ere we get the message truo, Soldier dead. = —FROM YOUTH'S COMPANION. LB Wate HS AUSTIN SAILOR dead, sailor dead, $2 From the pastures that you knew, Where tho upland plover pipes, From the wocdlands where they grow, Here are garlands we kave gathered, white and red, : And we cest them on the waves: From the shore your valor eaves, For we do not know your graves, Sailor dead AILOR dead, soldier dead, Though our thoughts are little worth Yet our thinking comes to this, Only you of zll the earth Know the wonder that is hid from such as we, Why we draw the quickened breath, Why we pant for soldier death When the trumpet cries and saith, “Follow mel” OW the files of veterans go, Now the crowds and music pass Will you whisper to us true, Whisper through the leaning grass, As we spell among the graves the thing you know? What we pant for you have found, Lying straightly underground, Without motion. without sound All arow. The Unnatural Hen, — BILL XYE. the By It 1s not alone amateur carver mi tries to cut through that fills him with re: full of horrible thou pany is looki how the perspi down between his shoulder b how the hot flashes may chills up and down his spinal c¢ or -how-much = his : 1 dimmed by unshed tears; the company never allows est to flag a moment: one time we were called the management of a carving tournament at the dove-eyed dumpling, whose gard we red far as possible. 1 back to us now the smiling faces ofl the guests, the rippling laugh, tha bald-headed joke; the thanksgiving conundrum, and all merry as ‘a marriage bell. We call to mind t girlish laughter of that one ‘svhosq very existence, as she sat on our left that day, seemed cemented and glued to our ‘own. As we sha red tha glittering blade on the k steel, we rfelt bouyant and preud—proud to think how we would tha fact that the the joints and 1@ largest bones ret nd 1 1 sage onions. that the entir at him. tion the ylumn, be chase ove its des to ea How: ¢i« +1 as slice hen; ‘proud to think how, in. our mind, we had laid out the different pregnable points: about that old cackler, and in the anticipation of applause glad and free, when we had ‘accomplished: -the warfare and victory and stuffing had perched upon our banner. We softly jabbed the shim- mering fork a-straddle of the breast: bone, tore off a goose pimple from under the wings of the late lamented, gouged.-out -a few shattered frag. ments from the neck, and tried to cut a sirloin steak off the back. An oppressive gloom seemed to pervadd the air. “The c¢ld hen didn't have her joints where we had them. laid out in our mind.: She was deformed. She seemed to be a freak of nature. It rattled us and unn d We gouged wildly at the remains, squirt- ing the gravy and left, filling the : bread-crumbs and = sage. S01 kind of omission or i we made a wild stab at the bi the late lamented hen, and wi frenzy born of repeated defeats depressing failures, the knife struci the platter ‘with a loud ecrast ant ceasing not in its untamec glanced aside; and in an buried itself with a sickan in the corset of-the hired difficulty we drew out the tter blade, now ensanguined with the gore of a fellow-creature, wiped it on the table-cloth, and fled out inte the cold, unsympathetic world, out into the crash and confusicn of strug- gling humanity, to battle on through life under an assumed name. That is why we tremble and turn pale when our past life is inquired into oy biographers. That is why a baked fowl makes us quail. and 511, WORDS OF WISDOM. There never is much good in ‘good enough.” A man’s religion never dies so long as it is doing something. The ignorant may foolhardy, put only the wise are brave. Everything is possible to those who do not fear the impossible. You can not hurl Satan from his throne by hurling adjectives at him. re Among other things frequently missed as we journey through life is the last car. No, Cordelia, a man doesn’t neces- sarily have paint in ‘his eyes when he 1s color blind. There are times when words fail a man-—but if he has o wife it dcesn't maiter much. 7 man's sugar- As a rule, a married 3 with the coatec wears off honey 091. sweetnes the friend- the cloak nant of narity plece > some very has occe Indian Methods. reat medicine sked (ef emine “Can you cure car a patient who seventeen years, and ible to do anything for aged redman called for and with it burned a big e in the of the man where the cancer was The physicians were as- He explained briefly: “In- cancer; Indian :ure burn!’ Therefore—burn, burn, ourn, when a dog or snake bites you.” —New York Press. mission nas {or \ him.” a hot iron, leg mawing. counded. lians no cure Pigeon Post For Tiny Colonies. Pigecns are to be pressed into ser- vice to serve one of the tiny cclonies aot linked to us by cable or wireless. An attempt is being made at Montser- rat, cne of the Leeward Islands, to sstablish a pigeon post with Antigua. Some homers have been imported {from England, and, as soon as they nave increased sufficiently, attempts to establish a regudar post between :he two islands will be made.—Lon- ion Tit-Bits. A man is regarded as of greatest value to his country at the age of twenty-four. white, calm bosom of that deceased | nts of | easy’ L be taken that the 1 Cloves a eag f lard and To Remove Iron Mold. This stain is usually caused hy ma- terial coni : or hy the and peat ink stain with expose to this—until the a il*.the If the above reme ain ‘into with salt Re- gone. the it: ag for boi rub s of 1D or shed to rem which 1f a possessed used ful, 1 and ordinary instead. eing i If dn must or as An rood y fora vire sieve in itchen; thes d durable. ang an bread crumbs ing bread on I pha lived for ryix 1 of a in the oven, and crisp and well browned Wailel Egg Plant With Cheese. he Remove. t ant and cu scooping $ pieces of eggs plant:in a . boiling water with a lump of niall onic with two or thi nd r until tender, cooked drain well, put in covered with small and cover the f« e Rub together one tablespcontful of flour and one tabl butter Place in a stewpan over the fire and add gradually one teacunful of boil ing water, Cook for five minutes stirring all the time... Remove f u the fire and mix in fuls of grated Parmesan cheese. This can be further improved by adding the juice of a small lemon before puts ting in the cheese. 10% sauce, pieces with 1low spoonful of two tablespoon: Badly Glazed Pottery. Jadly glazed pottery should.” be avoided. Acids and all greasy sub- stances soak into unglazed pottery or cracks in the glazing, and impart a bad flavor to food which afterwards is placed in vessels of this kind. Fort this reason pickles and salted meats should not find a place in such uten- 3ils. Cleanliness must kitchen appliances last a reasonable Nothing shculd be put away in a soiled condition, the article thus treated will certainly be injured, and will not last so long Although one may not large stock of kitchen utensils, not necessary in many aside good cookery recipes the usual requisites are not the most common ki can often il one be are practiced expected length of time if 1G as possess cases t bec hand; Ci appli- ihe for ances be 1 into knows service them, Recipes. 8S in Italian Salad—Cut six cold potatoes three sin and a st: with French dressing. dice, six flakes les chopped Serve cucumber pick of celery cut. fine. Banana spread ance also thin, with a dash of nutn read and fry in one teas butter until is, ry place betwee poonii ] a cate brown. Spring t—Drain from the can, pt the pulp throug the “juice -itol ieve, add nthe and two cupfuls of sugar and a scan i tr til thie sug rve in si rt of water; olved, freeze and s cups with chopped sprinkled on top. pistaciio Drous—Cream one-h , add one cupiul cupful of sour niilk, « half of a cupful of molasses, eggs, two teaspoonfuls of teaspoonful of ginger, flour to make a drop batter. Drop _by spooniuls on buttered tins. Potatoes Southern Pare the potatoes, cut in halves lengthwise and steam fifteen min- utes. Put in a buttered baking dish a layer of, the potatces, dot gener- ously with butter and sprinkle lav- ishly with maple or brown sugar; add other layers until all are used. Cover and bake until tender. Cream of Water Cress Soup—Cut two bunches of water cress fine, cook five minutes in two tablespoonfuls of butter, add two cupfuls of white stock and a tablespoonful of butter mixed well with two tablespoonfuls of flour, add salt and pepper and cook together, for five minutes. Just be- fore serving add one-half cupful of milk and the yolk of one egg slightly beaten. Serve with slices of I'rench bread browned in the oven. Ginger a cupful! of sugar, butter one one y(n soada, Sweet Style—
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