Freeland Tribune Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY. BY THE TRIBUNE PKINTINS COMPANY. MM i OrricE; MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FREELAND, FA. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: One Year $1.50 ! Six Months "• ! Four Monihs 50 j Two Mouths .25 The date which the subscription is paid to la on the address label of each pnper, the change of which to u subsequent date be come** a receipt for remittauce. Keep th figures in advance of the present date. Re port promptly to this office whenever paper ia not received. Arrearages must be pail When subscription is discontinued. Make all money orders, checks, etc.,payable Iv the Tribunj Printing Company, Limited. The demand for technical education is growing in every civilized country. It lias been demonstrated that special trainiug is necessary to uuccess in al most every occupation as well as in every profession, and both those who employ and those who servo are seek ing it with increasing avidity. The housekeepers' alliances that are being formed in our large cities are also discussing methods for bring ing about the broader education of thf woman who presides over the house. And they lay especial stress on courses that will appeal to the young woman fresh of mind and as yet un burdened with the actual cares of life. Tlie Shanghai Mercury, a seculai journal that, as it frankly says, holds no brief for missionaries and is not concerned with the motive or motives that underlie their activities, declares that missionaries are not only tkobesl auxiliaries of the government from which they come, but also are the mosl important advance agents of com merce. The marvelous speed of forty-three miles an hour acquiied by the new British torpedo boat destroyer, the Viper, marks a new era in warship building. The engines are of the new turbine wheel system, and while the engines are of marvelous power for the tonnage of the vessel, still the conver sion of that power into speed is due to novel devices which all competitors must adopt. It is well that the dead of the Maine are to be brought home for sepulture iu their native soil. As O'Hara wrote of those slain in an other war, they must net slumber there, Where stranger steps and tonguas resound Along the heedless air. Not even though those stranger tongues would give them all honor as the first American martyrs for Cuba's sake. The fitting grave of the Ameri can sailor or soldier is under the Americau (lag. Type of the New College President. Within the last few months the num ber of accessions of new college Presi dents have been extraordinary. We have Hatlley at Yale, Harris at Am herst, Paulice at Brown, Wheeler at California, AI is s Hazard at Wellesiey, Barrows at Oberlin, McLane at lowa State, Merrill at Colgate, Thompson ! at Ohio State, Super at Ohio, Tappen j at Miami, Freshwater at Baldwin,' Kane at Wabash, our own Ayers, and, last of all, Holden at Wooster. The old-fashioned college President was expected to be an all-around man. He must be a profound scholar, a clergyman and an expert in human na ture. Under the pressure of the times H multitude of men, if asked for the ! prime qualification of a college Presi dent, would reply, "lie must be a first l class business mau." The man of affairs is at the front. Dr. Ilolden of Wooster has started | right. He has announced gifts of I $25,000 for a library building and SIO,OOO as a starter for a new chair during the first six weeks. This is in accordance with the new style of being a college President. The ex ample is recommended to the trustees uf less enterprising institutions.—Cifl* cinnati Commercial Tribun* A liocr Clirlsteiilug. London newspapers just now are filled with incidents of the Boers, most of them far from flattering. One of the best relates that in a Dutch church In Pretoria not long ago there appeared a very stolid-looking farmer's wife, who had brought her baby into town to he christened. Before leaving home her "lord" had written the names it was intended to give the infant on one slip of paper and the list of the house hold requirements on another, and both were carefully folded and put in the great leather purse she carried. When the proper time arrived the fond mother handed up a slip of paper to the minister, who read and reread it, and then remarked that Koffie Bijst Buiker Geraber Komfijit were rather odd names for the child, and ones which might prove embarrassing to the possessor at some future time. Then the other slip of paper was produced and explanations followed. Many women earn comfortable sala ries by packing trunks for gutsts at large hotels. 33DOOOOUOUttOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO r] 8 B A Tale of the Santiago Campaign, Written S u> Exc iusively For This Paper bu O b OSCAR HATCH HAWLEY, O Late CorporalSth Infantry, U. S. A. Q 1 "THE MAINE GUY." I 0 o 000133000000000000000000000 RECIIUITING business did uot proceed with lightning-like rapidity at Tampa, for the 6 principal reason that there seemed to be a dearth of applicants for admission to the ranks of the regular army. A dozen regiments were encamped here, and not one of them had its full quota of men. There were officers in plenty, but of what use were they without acommnnd? Each regiment took on one or two men a day, but at that rate it would take a year for some of the regiments to reach full strength. So it was that a keen rivalry sprung up between the different regiments in the matter of enlistments. Any man that looked like a possible applicant was besought by dozens of men to join this or that regiment. If he seemed at all timid, he was pulled nud hauled and at last carried off bodily by the biggest man in the crowd of solicitors, unless some other regiment happened to be represented by two or three men. "Say, Jack (every stranger is 'Jack' in the army), don't yon want to join the Ninth, the 'fighting Ninth V'" shouts some one on the approach of a "possibility." ft "Naw, he don't, of course not," bellows another, '"the 'bloody Tenth' is his game." "The 'fighting Ninth,' the 'bloody Tenth,' wouldn't that jar you ? Why say, Jack, the 'scrappy Twelfth' is the only outfit around here. You never heard of them others, did you? Of course not." And then a cavalryman would open up on the merits of the 'bronco bustin' Sixth,' and others would join in until the poor applicant often wished the war was over or had never started, or that he had had sense enough uot to think of enlisting. It was during these troublous times that a squad of recruit-catchers one day noticed a rather peculiar looking individual wending his way towards camp.' "Looks like one," said Mango Pete after a critical survey of the approach ing form. "Trouble ;n the family, though," commented auotliar. "How's that?" "Pants at half mast. You never was anything but a laud-lubber. No one deigned to smile, even. "Ah-ha," said Pete, jumping to his feet, "I know who he is now. I was lookin' fur him." "Who is he?" chorused the others incredulously. "He, why he's the Maine Guy." And the Maiuo Guy he was from that day, although it was never known absolutely what part of the country he was from. As soon as he approached within speaking distance it was seen that he was no youngster out for a holiday. He appeared to be about thirty years old. His clothes were ill-fitting and his face unshaven, but the glance of his eye showed that he knew his busi ness and wanted no interference. Consequently, he was not hard pressed to join more thau half a dozen regiments, and he went off with Mango Pete, who had been the first spokesman. To the officer who enlisted him ho gave the name of Hi Bender, and his home at Jacksonville, Ela. How ever, it was easy to perceive from the manner of his speech that ho was no Southerner. He answered all ques tions promptly, said he never had been in the army, had no family, etc., 1 and was then sent to the awkward squad for drill. J The first day in the awkward squad | he bad the drill sergeant swearing mad most of the time. But the next day he had improved to such an ex tent that he never made even one mis take, and no order given seemed to | feazo him for an instant. When asked the cause of his remarkable im provement he said he did uot want to stay in the awkward squad forever i and had dreamed out all the tactics | of the regular army during the night. J The Maine Guy was a good-natured I fellow, and never objected to his nick [ name. In fact, he rather seemed to j like it, and, to a certain extent, tried I to talk with a down-east nasal twang in his voice. In this he was only partially successful. I When the regiment had disem barked at Siboney it wa noticed that Bender was soon on lei ms of in timacy with several Cubans. He would jabber at them in an unknown tongue and they would jabber back, and, while others could not under stand what was being said, they re alized that the Maine Guy knew Spanish. When asked about it he said he had been in Mexico a couple of years and picked up a smattering of the language there. As soon as his fluency with Spauish I became known Bonder was the most sought man in the regiment. He was wanted to bargain with the natives on behalf of one or another, anil some times even the officers, who were sup posed to know everything and a little more, would condescend to nsk Ben der to interpret for them. Sometimes, after conversing with the Cubans, Bender would sit down in front of his peep tent and tell won drous stories that he had heard. Of the terrible vengeance of the natives. How each one in the so-called Cuban army kept a necklace on which was strung a tooth from every Spaniard killed by the wearer. The owner of the largest string held the awe and admiration of his comrades and even Tanked with the officers iu their eyes. Then there was r the story of the red machete, a wonderful weapon car ried by a Spanish officer. Its owner was immune to bullets and could be taken only by capture. But though many times the offioer and machete had been seen and many plots had been laid to trap him he had eluded them all. Whenever he was seen at the head of a column of Spaniards the Cubans fled precipitately, for ho was a terrible lighter and was never known to have been beaten. But it was not long that the troops remained in camp at Sibouey. Soon the march on Santiago was begun and within a week the American army was at La Seville, a suburb of the famous old town. Skirmishes had been fre quent on the march and now the men were anxious to see fighting, real hot, brutal and bloody war. Some of them knew what it meant, most of them did not, but all were anxious for it. Mango Pete and the Maine Guy had pitched tent at Seville as soon as the march was done and fifteen min utes later were oil with bag and can teens to find good water and some ripe mangoes. "Well, Pete, this looks some as though we would have a walk-over going into Santiago, don't it?" re marked Bender. "It sure does," was the reply. "Them greasers ain't no earthly good. Got big streaks of yellow in 'em, all of 'em." "Still, Pete, you know they used to be hot stuff. I'm thinking that they'd give us a good warm reception even now, only there are not enough of them, and they haven't food, nor money, nor much else, except lots of ammunition, I guess." "Of course, if they do make a stand at all," said Pete slowly, "they's lia ble to be quite a death rate around here. You see they've got guns that shoot like sin. Jest as good as ours. Better, maybe." "Yes, but even at that I think most of the men would welcome a good hot scrap." Pete spat copiously and gazed at nothing for a moment. He was some what given to thinking before speak ing. "Unless it should happen to be too hot," he remarked at last. "What do you mean, Pete," said Bender, his voice tense with emotion on the instant. "Not defeat, you wouldn't dare think it even. Say, what do mean ?" "Nothiu', nothiu', it was only a re mark. No need to git excited about it. Jest between you an' me. Only, you know " That night, as all save the sentries lay sleeping, a bugle call broke out on the still air. Jt was the reveille call, sounded twice in rapid succes sion. Quickly the call passed from one regiment to another, beginning with the ranking command and j following in regular order- down the line. And as the call sounded the men jumped to respond until within a I few moments the great camp was 1 teeming with activity and excitement. I "What meant this midnight start?" j they asked one and another. And there was but one response: "Fight." Soou the camp was but a memory and the army moved forward, toward the enemy's works, guided by Cubans. As the first faint streaks of gray light showed ou the eastern horizon a j low deep boom-m-m reverberated i along the valley, a cloud of smoke wreathed a small knoll on the side of j El Pozo, and the battle was on. I An hour later the cannonading was terrific. The ground shook with the incessant thunder of big guns. Small bullets whistled through the air like hail. "J say, Pete, do you think of , this?" shouted Bender. | "It ain't 110 Fourth o' July celebra tion, I'll tell y'll that," was the reply. "Hot stuff, eh?" "Well, you seem to take it pretty well for a kid." "Bender, oli-k-b, Bender!" It was the Colouel shouting at the top of his voice. "Here, sir!" replied Bender, run ning forward along the liue. "I may need you to-day. Give my compliments to Captain S!eele, tell him that I've relieved you from duty with his command, and then report here again immediately." "Very well, sir." Bender was with the Colonel again in a few minutes, and followed him closely all morning. When the San Juan river was reached and the troops i deployed to make ready for the charge, ! Bonder and the Colonel were some wliut in advance of the men. It was a critical moment. The com manding officer of the brigade had ' been killed. The two ranking colonels lmd been severely wounded, and were i hors de combat. The command of the brigade now devolved on the Colonel I of the —th. He felt the responsibility, | also the dauger and waited until all was ready, i At the right moment the Colouel 1 jumped to his feet, drew his sword, ; and raising it on high, shouted in stentorian tones: "Charge-ge-ge by rushes. Charge-1 ge-ge. Trumpeter, blow the cliarge ge-ge." And there he fell shot through the chest and mortally wounded. Bender leaped forward, picked up ■ the wounded officer, and in a shower j of bullets, carried him into protection j of the river bank. I "Quick, quick," gasped the colonel, ! "take the command to Major Andrews, !of the —th. Tell him I'm dead, dead, and hurry, hurry." Bender waited not a moment, bat dashed away down the left flank. The —th was the next regiment, but as the line was deployed the now raukiug Commander, Major Andrews, was nearly a mile away. Swiftly ran the messenger along the bed of the river, j crossing an open space every now and then. Thrice he was wotinclefi, hn he did not stop. ]n a few minntes Major Andrews ha 1 the command and learned the news of the death of the officers. When Be ider started to speak to the Major hif voice faltered at first and he conld hn dly speak. He pulled himself to gei lier, however, and delivered his mi :