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V OLiniK -41. YORKVILLE, S. C., FRIDAY, MAIK'H -29,1895. XUMBER 1.4.
C HICK AM A U G A
A SEQUEL TO CHATTANOOGA.
BY CAPT. F. A. MITCHELL.
[Copyrighted 1894, by American Press Association.]
CHAPTER XIX.
13? THE SHADOW OF DEATH.
Once inside hi6 tent Colonel Maynard
said:
"Corporal, I want you to get rue the
uniform of a private soldier. You must
do so without exciting suspicion."
"Oi don't know howOi'll do it, colonel,
without goin back to me own
camp."
"I fear that will take too long. Can't
you steal one from one of the tents near
by?"
"6i moight be able to do it, and Oi
might spend the whole night tryiu.
Oi can get one at me camp certain."
"I would take your jacket, but I
want your assistance. There's no other
way but for you to go to your camp."
"Colonel, Oi'll ride hard."
"Ride, and remember that every moment
is worth years at any other time."
Ratigan lost no time in mounting and
was soon galloping on his way. Once
oufrof the camp from which he started
he found no guards to pass and was ablo
to drive his horse to the utmost. The
eight before he had chased the woman
whom he had then known as Betsy
Baggs in a mad race to capture her. Now
he was tearing along in a mad race to
save her from the consequences of his
capture. Past woods and waters flew
the corporal, over bridges and hills,
through hollows and rivulets, till ho
came to his own camp. There he at
once sought the quarters of Private Flanagan.
"Flanagan," he cried, shaking the
private, "yer wanted!"
"What is it, corporal?"
"Let mo take yer clothes and ask
no questions."
"Take 'em. And divil a question
will Oi ask except what ye do be wantin
'em for."
Ratigan seized the bundle, and, with
an injunction to Flanagan to keep his
mouth shut if he wanted to save himself
from future trials, mounted his
horse and was again flying over the
ground back to Colonel Maynard's head
quarters.
It was now the small hours of the
night. The corporal cast his eye to the
east and saw a faint streak of white
light there. Digging his spurs into his
beast's flanks and urging him with his
voice at the same time, rider and horse
6ped on in a race between life and death.
"Go on, ye beast!" cried the corpora!.
; "Go on, me darlin. Stretch yer
ctrtsed legs, for I don't care if ye kill
yersilf if we lose no time. What's yer
loife compared with hers? On with ye,
me beauty! Win the race with the sun
that is slfowin his light there, and
Oi'll wnrshin ve forever. "
With such contradictory and incoherent
phrases Ratigan urged his horse
till he conld go no faster. Again did
hills, vales, woods, waters, fences fir
by till at last the corporal dismounted
at the camp he rode for, and in a moment
was in Colonel Maynard's tent.
The corporal started back. A man
6tood there whom he did not recognize
for a few moments as Colonel Afaynard.
He had no beard, wbile the colonel had
had a heavy one. flia'hair and eyebrows
were black, while the colonel's were
light, and the hair which had hung below
his hat in short curls was now cropped.
'
"Give me the clothes, quick!"
The corporal handed him the bnndle,
and Alayuard lost no time in getting
into them.
"Corporal," said the colonel, "letmo
explain what I am about to do. I know
something of the blood that flows in
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Iii0 veiiiB ui vurujiiju r xiugn. oi:u
will never accept her life at the price I
intend to pay for it. She must not knew
that I intend to savo her by violating ;;
trust, by incurring my own downfall,
or she will not leave her jail. Do you
understand?"
"I do, colonel. She would chide mo
if she kuew I was doing the same."
" While you have been away I have
placed three horses in the wood yonder.''
"I see, colonel."
"Corporal Ratigan, every man has
his own part in life to perform. The
distinctive feature in mine 6eems to be
to decide quickly between conflicting
duties. I am going to violate a trust, to
perform a sacred obligation. If you will
aid me, follow me."
Taking up a slip of paper lying on
his camp cot, on which he had written
an order, the two left the tent. Tbey
were challenged by the sentry on post,
Knf ffirinrr tVvci nnnn^afoinn nrAnoorl oi~\
uuv gi'iug UiW VVUUVViiJJgU ^IW^VVIVVi
till they were again challenged by the
gnard at the temporary prison. There
the colonel advanced and gave the countersign
and passed into the house.
The sergeant in charge met them and
asked what they wanted. The colonel
handed him the paper he had brought
with him. It was an order for the person
of the prisoner. The place was only
lighted by a caudle, and the colonel took
care to stand with his back to it. But
this was not necessary, for his disguise
was complete. Corporal Ratigan remained
without the door, on the porch.
The sergeant looked from the paper to
the man who stood before him inquiringly.
"This is very strange," he said.
Maynard made no reply.
"Here is Colonel Maynard's order,"
the sergeant added, reading it over
again. "Do you know what he wants
with her?"
"Do you suppose I don't know any
better than to ask cuestious when J get
an order?'' replied the spurious private
gruffly.
The sergeant went into the room
where Miss Fitz Hugh was confined and
led her out, pale and wondering.
"It Isn't sunrise," she said in a voice
which it was difficult for her to keep
from breaking.
"Come," said the colonel. She followed
him to the porch, and Corporal
Ratigan joined them, but it was too
dark for the prisoner to see who he was,
and he did not dare to make himself
known. As soon as they had got to a
sai'o distance he whispered:
"Darlin!"
"Rats!"
1 * V?* .. *i11 ?r-A r?nf fnrfKor
iiuu it nuiu Hit UC (jbv
away."
Tliey walked cm at an ordinary pace,
though all desired to hasten. After passing
some distance from the house Mayuard
turned and glanced back. He saw
tho sergeant watching.
"We must go to the tent," ho muttered,
and the three walked on. Before
e ntering he looked again. The sergeant
was Btill watching. He ev.dently wished
to make sure that all was right. All
entered the tent, while the colonel,
standing at the front and peering between
the tent flaps, watched for tho
sergeant to go back into the house. Presently
he did so and left the way clear.
"Now come on."
Leaving the tent, they walked a short
distance down the road. Not a word
was spoken. Presently they turned aside
and entered the wood. There they found
the horses.
"Mount," said the colonel to tne
prisoner.
Putting a foot in his hand, she sprang
ap 011 to a hone's back. There was no
sidesaddle for her, but the high front of
a "McClellan" served very well, and
sho was so good a horsewoman that she
could have ridden sideways on the animal's
bare back. The stirrup was fitted,
the colonel and Ratigan mounted, and
the three rode rapidly away.
"We must dodge the picket," said the
colonel. "Even the countersign might
nor avail us with a woman in the
party."
"What does it all mean, Rats?" asked
Miss Fitz Hugh. "I thought you
were going to do your duty at all hazards.
''
"Well, there's different kinds of duties,
and sometimes they won't work
together. If savin a woman's life isn't
a duty,then me mother didn't bring me
up right."
"Who's the other?" she asked while
Maynard was riding a little in advance.
"One who this night makes me his
slave."
"And I from this night will he indebted
for my life to both of you if you
succeed in saving it. But I can't bear
to have you sacrifice yourselves for me.
You may be committing an unpardonable
sin toward your comrades, but I
cannot believe you are committing a sin
toward our Father. And one day it will
bo all ended, Rats, and then who will
care?"
"Oi know thoso who will rejoice."
Ratigan now took tho lead, having
passed over the route before several
times and being familiar with the best
way to get between the vedettes. Colonel
Maycard dropped back beside tho
, prisoner.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"One who serves you."
Tho voice sounded familiar, but was
disguised, and she did not recognize it
as Colonel iNfaynard's.
"Were you sent by Colonel Alavnard?"
"No."
"Why should you try to save me?"
"Ask me rather why I should not."
It was plain the man, whoever he
might be, desired to remain unknown,
aiid she desisted from further questioning.
"After all, my death would not profit
the Federal cause," she 6aid. "My lips
will be sealed to any information I may
possess."
"Your information would be too late
in any event. Had it been otherwise
this plan would not have been attempted."
"Why so?"
"Your commander in chief of the Army
of Tennessee has delayed too leng
already. He will attack us almost immediately.
Your information would not
now hasten that attack."
"How do you know?"
"We have captured prisoners showing
that your men have been re-enforced
from Knoxville and Virginia. General
Bragg has ceased to retreat and is about
to fall upon us with a concentrated army."
"You are right in assuming that neither
you nor I can have influence for
or against either side now. These troops
have been coming from Virginia for a
month. They are nearly all arrived.
You may expect to hear the opening shot
of a great battle at any moment."
The corporal, who was in front, reined
in his horse and held up his hand in
warning. They were on the edge of a
wood and within a few hundred yards
of the creek and could see to the right
and to the left.
"My God!" exclaimed the corporal,
"thero are vedettes there, and vedettes
there," pointing north and south. "And
they aro both comin this way. We
must go back."
Colonel Maynard rode forward to see.
Ho glanced at both parties of vedettes,
then in front of him. From that front
at that moment there came a horse's
neigh. It was answered by a neigh from
behind the three on the edge of the
wood.
"Your people aro where that horse
neighed. Can you keep your seat in the
saddle for a dash?"
"Yes."
"We are surrounded. It is the only
chance. Are yon prepared? Ready! Go!"
Tho two men dug their spars into
their horses' flanks, nnd all three shot
oat toward tho creek. They had not
gone a hundred yards before they heard,
"Halt there!" immediately followed by
a shot. They paid no attention to either,
but dashed on over the uneven ground,
the two men riding close on either side
the prisoner for fear she would lose her
balance. Her horse stumbled, but recov
"On, on."' he said.
ered. A volley came from the vedettes
riding from the south, but no one was
hit. In crossing a gully Miss Fitz Hugh
tottered sideways, but Maynard caught
her aud righted her.
"On, on!" he said. "A few hundred
yards, and you are saved."
Then came another volley, this time
from the party advancing from the
north. Corporal Ratlgan swayed in his
saddle, but recovered himself.
"They are advancing to meet us!
Quick! Down the bank! Through here!
It is not knee deep!"
A third volley came, but it did no
harm. It was too late to stop the fugitives
now. They rode right into a party
of Confederate officers.
Friends gathered about Miss Fitz
Hugh. Her brother, being in presence
of others, restrained his desire to throw
his arms about her neck. He lifted*his
hat to her as politely as if she were as
nearly related to the rest as to himself,
then took her hand and kissed it. Suddenly,
in the midst of a shower of congratulations?a
wild, irrepressible cheer
that burst spontaneously from the party?Caroline
Fitz Hugh gave a shriek.
Corporal Ratigan had fallen from his
horse and lay white and bleeding on the
ground. Springing from her own horse,
she bent over him and raised his head.
"O God, he's dead!"
CHAPTER XX.
CASHIERED.
The cheer, tho shriek. Miss Fitz
Hugh's words, sounded in ColoDelMaynard's
ears as he put spurs to his horse
and dashed away up the stream in a direction
parallel with the Union lines.
Tho cheer was the announcement of the
completion of an act by which he had
parted with what he held most dear?
the confidence of his superiors, hi3 peers
and tho rank and file of the array. Ho
had given to Caroline Fitz Hugh to see
the rising uf tho sun whose light was
now broadening in the east. He had
called down upon himself what to him
was tho bitterest of all degradation, perhaps
to meet tho fate that had been intended
for her. Riding up the creek on
the bank nearest the Confederate lines,
he approached a wood. This he entered,
crossed the creek unobserved and emerg
ed lo see the meii by whom the escaping
party had been chased returning toward
the ridge. Not caring to be questioned
by them, he rode back into the wood until
they were in a position not to see
him. Then he trotted slowly to the ridge
and over it, making his way back to
his tent.
It was now broad daylight. As he
dismounted ho noticed a detachment of
cavalry marching on foot, under the direction
of an officer, toward the house
where Miss Fitz Hugh had been confined.
On arriving there they halted,
and the officer went inside. In a few
minutes he came out and strode over to
Colonel Maynard's tent. The colonel
had gono in. He had thrown off his
cavalry jacket and was waiting for what
was to follow. The officer entered the
tent, and not recognizing Maynard,
shorn of his beard, asked for the colonel
commanding.
"I am Colonel Maynard."
"Ah! I did not recognize you, colonel.
I have just called for the spy in the
house where I expected to find her and
was told by the sergeant that he had delivered
her soon after midnight to two
men bearing an order from you."
"Well?"
"I suspect something must bo wrong.
Was the order a forgery?"
"No."
"Then the prisoner is in your keeping?"
"No."
"Escaped?"
"Yes."
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Alio UIllUCA WHO IUU aBLUlilsiiCU lu aaa.
any more questions at once.
"Who is responsible?" he asked presently.
"I am."
"You?"
"Yes, I. You will march your men
back to camp. You need not make any
official report of tho matter unless you
choose. I will report the escape myself."
The officer bowed, and with the same
astonishment on his face that had been
there throughout turned from the tent,
and going to the men standing in the
road marched them back to camp.
Colonel Maynard came out of his tent,
and mounting his horse rode to the
headquarters of his division commander.
He rode slowly, his head bowed almost
to his saddlebow. Reining up before
the general's tent, ho sent in his
name by an orderly, nnd was soon admitted.
"General," lie said, "I have come to
prefer char pes."
"Indeed." said the ceneral. "Why
not forward them in writing in the regular
way?"
"It is becanse of the person against
whom I am going to prefer them."
"And that is?"
"Myself."
The general looked at him with a
puzzled expression.
"Colonel, aro you ill?"
"No, general."
"I suppose it would be ridiculous to
.ask a man if ho is all right.here?" and
ho tapped his forehead with his finger'.
"I am sound of mind and body."
"Well, well, colonel, what does it
all mean? It's too early in the morning
tor joking," and the general yawned.
"I have to report that the spy left in
my chargo has escaped and through my
connivance."
"Good Lord!" exclaimed the general.
"That is a serious matter. "
Mayuard remained silent.
"And the explanation?"
"There is none."
The general looked into the melan
oholy eye of Colouel Maynard and felt
A cold chill creep over him. He knew
there was some reason for the act which
would explain if not excuso it.
"Colonel, you are a dashing fellow,
with a tinge of romance in your nature.
I trust you have not yielded to an absurd
notion as to taking the life of a
woman."
"No. I have not"
"Then give me some explanation. I
fear it will go hard with you, but I will
do all I can for you if you can give a
satisfactory reason."
"I have no reason to give."
"Of course I must report the matter.
Better speak now. It may be too late
hereafter."
"I have reported the fact That is all
the report I have to make."
"Then, colonel, it is my duty to order
you to your tent under arrest You
may leave your sword here with me, if
you please. An order will bo issued
placing Colonel , next in rank, in
charge of your brigade."
Colonel Maynard unhooked his sword
from his belt and handed it to the general.
Then ho rode back to his tent, and
as he entered it he felt that he had left
his former self outside; that, as in the
case of a falleu comrade, he wouia never
see this being of the past again. As
for his present self, that, if suffered to
live, could only live a life in death.
. A court martial was convened to try
Colonel Maynard with as much dispatch
as had attended the trial of the escaped
woman. The charge was "giving aid
and comfort to the enemy," the spccifiCmLdu
"himself aiding in the escape of
a spy in the service of said enemy. "
The court met on the afternoon of tho
day on which Maynard had reported hi i
act. Men of his own grade, or near it,
sat about a pine tablo in a wall tent and
proceeded with the formalities attend
ing tho easo. As Maynard pleaded guilty
to both charge and specification there
was little to do except to come to a verdict.
Before doing so tho president asked
tho accused if he had anything to
say in his behalf, any explanation to
make.
"No," was his reply.
"Colonel Maynard," said tho president,
"you have served this army with,
distinction. You have been respected,
trusted, beloved as few other men in \
You have confessed to having committed
one of tho most atrocious crimes
that can como under tho jurisdiction of
a military court. Nothing can excuse
it. There may bo something to palliate
it. I conjure you to speak before the
court brings in a verdict and names
your punishment."
"Mr. President," replied Maynard,
"for my act toward this array I am accountable
to you as a court martial convened
to try me; for my act as one of
right or wrong, of honor ur dishonor, I
am accountable only to a tribunal with
which you have nothing to do. Do not
waste valuable time. Before tho sun
sets twice, if I mistake not, you will
have a more important work to do in
the reception of tho enemy. Do your
duty as a court, and do it with dis
patch."
There was not an officer present but
looked at Maynard with a curious admiration.
It was plain that he had sacrificed
h'niseif, though it was not entirely
plain why. Even those who condemned
him most bitterly seemed to
hesitate to bring in a verdict which
would naturally carry with it the punishment
of death.
"You are mistaken, colonel," said
one of them, referring to Maynard's
predictior.fi. "The enemy havo been in
full retreat ever since we left Murfreesboro.
I only fear he's going to give us
the slin airain."
"I regret your confidence, sir," replied
Maynarcl "I am aware that others
feel as yon do, and it is a mistake
which will cost this army dear. "
"Nonsense. Haven't we"?
"This is not the place to discuss problems
for which only our commanding
general is responsible, " interrupted the
president. "Let the prisoner leave the
court."
Maynard was led away, and the court
proceeded to consider a verdict. There
was little time spent on it, for there
was but one thing to do, and that was
to make it "guilty of the charge and
guilty of the specification. " Then began
a discussion of the punishment.
One of the members stated that it was
personally known to him for a fact that
the accused had one year before visited
Chattanooga as a spy. when the place
was held by the Confederates, had been
captured, tried, condemned and sentenced
to bo hanged; that Jacob Slack,
a boy who was now serving as his orderly,
had been with him; that ho had
contrived to get news of Maynard's condition
to Missouri Slack, his sister, at
Jasper, Teun.; that she had gone to
Chattanooga, liad entered his jail, bad
exchanged clothes with tho prisoner and
thus effected his escape; that ho had
been concealed and afterward helped
through the lines by a Miss Fain, whom
ho had married on reaching tho Union
lines.
"I put it to you, gentlemen," he concluded,
"could ono whoso life had been
6aved by women carry out a sentence
of death upon a woman for the same
offense for which it was intended ho
should suffer?"
The speaker knew nothing of tho relations
existing between Mayuard and
Fitz Hugh. It is impossible to know
what might have been tho effect had ho
possessed this knowledge. The conrt
acted only on the information communicated
by the officer who told the story
of Mayuard's experience as a spy, and
the main facts in this were known
throughout the army. The circumstances
of the accused's sentence jy
Confederates to be hanged for a spy r>d
bis escape, the valuable service he 1 .d
rendered the Union cause, the reasons
be had for not wishing to shoot a woman,
saved his life. The sentence of the
court was that he be dismissed tho service,
with forfeiture of all pay and emoluments.
When this sentence was communicated
to Colonel Maynard, he was in his
tent, waiting to know his fate. He had
expected to' be shot. He hardly knew
whether be was more moved by the leniency
shown him or more disappointed
at being obliged to live a disgraced
man. But one reason gave him comfort
that he was not to die?his wife. He
knew that, although all others looked
upon him with horror, she would love
him all the more that he suffered.
TO RF. CONTINUED NEXT WEDNESDAY.
V H
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\\\ C. BENET.
Tjik ExQriRKR herewith takes pleasure
in introducing to its readers Hon.
W. C. Benet, judge of the First circuit,
who will preside at the approaching
term of the circuit court, to couvene
in Yorkville ou next Monday.
Judge Benet is a native of Scotland,
having been born in that country in
1846. He received his early education
in fV.o no rich nnrl hifrh Schools of Scot
IU I""""' ?O"
land, and completed his studies in the
University of Edinburgh. He first
came to South Carolina in 1868, and
for a number of years taught school at
Cokesbury and Greenville, at one or
the other of which places he had
among his pupils, Governor John
Gary Evans, Associate Justice E. B.
Gary, Judge Ernest. Gary, and quite a
number of other gentlemen, who are
now prominent in public and professional
life. He gave up school teaching,
however, for the law and after studying
for some time under Judge Thomson,
of Abbeville, was admitted to the
bar in 1876, and continued to practice
until February 1S94, when he took
the seat on the bench to which he had
been elected by the legislature in December,
1893.
Ever since he first came to this country,
Judge Benethas been quite prominent
in politics. He was Democratic
county chairman for Abbeville for four
years, was several times sent as a delegate
to Democratic State conventions,
and in 1884 was a Democratic presidential
elector. In 1888, he was elect
ed to the legislature on tbe .farmers'
Movement platform, and rendered distinguished
service in behalf of Clemson
college by framing the bill to accept
the Clemson bequest, and also
the bill to establish the institution, and
leading the fight to a triumphant issue
in both cases.
Before his elevation to the bench,
Judge Benet had already won wide
distinction as a lawyer of ability, and
also won an enviable reputation in the
literary field, and though he has been
wearing the ermine but little more than
a year now, on account of the promptness
and soundness of his decisions, he
has demonstrated to a degree that he
is fully equal to the responsibilities of
the high position in which he has been
placed.
His Family's Distress.?At one
time Mr. George Stearn pleaded and
won a case in Boston, involving between
$300,000 and $400,000. It was
a difficult case, involving long preparation,
and a plea four hours' long.
After it was all over he asked W. W.
McClench, who was in his office, what
he ought to charge, and the latter
thought it ought certainly not to be
less than $5,000. He decided, however,
to send in his bill for $3,500.
"I wouldn't ask you for this," he wrote
with it, "but my family has been without
flour for a week, and my wife
needs a new pair of shoes."?Springfield
Republican.
pistcUancous ^fading.
THINK BOYS !
BY OREM.
Think of the baby in the cradle so sweet,
With his chubby hands and chubby feet,
He is the love of the mother's heart,
And with him she Would never part.
Think of the boy at 12 years of ago
When things don't suit he gets m a rage.
He will not his mother's command obey;
But she is uneasy when he is away.
Think of that boy at the age of 18 years,
How ho causes his mother to shod tears,
He is frivolous, wayward and wild ;
But the dear mother still loves her child.
Think of the boy at twenty and one,
He ihas bad habits, mother he will shun.
He is ashamed of the way he has done ;
But the mother still loves her son.
Think of the man at thirty and two,
He is thoughtful, kindhearted and true.
His mother, at last, has saved her child;
And on her face, she wears a smile.
Boys you should have a little thought
Of worry to mother you have brought;
Be manly and honest in every way,
Success will crown you some bright day.
"THINK 0* YER WITHER!"
Lord Nelson is reported to have
said that "he never knew what fear
was." But scores of brave men have
known that terrible sensation and
have risen above it. Courage in certain
persons is an instinct, but in the
majority of brave men it is a moral
creation.
The Itev. J. C. Young tells in his
"journal, ' a siory illustrating uie iacs
that a mother's influence can create
courage in her son, even though he is
"a coward on instinct."
The boy, 18 years of age, behaved
with such conspicuous bravery in his
first battle with the Russians at the
Alma, as to attract the attention of a
newspaper correspondent. The mother
read the published letter, and
wrote to her son, calling him her
"hero boy." The son replied with the
frank confession that had it not been
for a sergeant-major, and the thought
of his mother, he should have run
away. He wrote:
"When I first saw the Russian guns
opening fire, I felt disposed to run
away. [ felt that I was a born coward.
My knees knocked together; I
looked over my shoulder to sec how
the land lay behind me. Suddenly I
felt a strong hand between my shoulder-blades,
and heard a kindly voice,
in broad Scotch, say:
" 'Come, laddies?forward move?
forward ! Duty, aye,' duty !'
"Encouraged by the tone of friendly
expostulation, and by the brave bearing
of our old sergeant-major, I felt as
if a new backbone had been put into
mc. I went on with redoubled courage
; but as I drew nearer and saw
more of the ghastly effect of shot and
shell, I again found myself looking
over my shoulder.
"Instantly the same hand was at ray
back, and I heard : 'Eh, sirs ! come,
come, laddie; ye've done vera week
porwaru men : uuiy s me woru?
aye, duty ! Come, then?I'm just
proud o' ye !'
"Inspired to deserve his good opinion,
I put forth all my energy until
the man on my right and the other on
my left were shot down. This was
too much for my cowardly heart. I
turned around to fly. But both my
shoulders were seized in an iron grip,
and these words hissed in my ears:
'Fie, fie, laddie ! Think- o' yer rnither
!'
"Wrought up by your dear name, I
sprung forward, rushed into the thick
of the battle, and I hope, bore mvsel
as a soldier should."
Modified Prescription.?Mr. Oscanyan,
in his book, "The Sultan and
his People," says that a Turkish physician
was called to visit a man who was
very ill of typhus fever. The doctor
considered the patient hopeless, but
prescribed for the patient and took his
leave. The next day, in passing by,
he inquired of the servant at the door
if his master was dead.
"Dead !" was the reply ; "no. he is
much better."
The doctor hastened upstairs to
obtain the solution of the miracle.
"Why," said the convelescent, "I
was consumed with thirst, and I drank
a pailful of the juice of pickled cabbage."
"Wonderful!" quoth the doctor; and
out came his memorandum, in which
was inscribed "Cured of typhus fever,
J A - "L 1 1_A 1
juenemeu Agna, au upuui&ierer, uy
drinking a pailful of pickled cabbage
juice."
Soon after, the doctor was called to
another patient, a yaghlikgee, or dealer
in embroidered handkerchiefs, who
was suffering from the same malady.
He forthwith prescribed "a pailful of
pickled cabbage juice."
On calling the next day to congratulate
his patient on his recovery, he
was astonished to be told that the
man was dead.
In his bewilderment at these phenomena,
he came to the safe conclusion,
and duly noted it in his memoranda,
that "Although in cases of typhus
fever pickled cabbage juice is an efficient
remedy, it is not to be used
ULiicsa me paiiciJL uc uy piuicasiuu au
upholsterer."
Got Their Itemized Statemnt.?
A bill 0 feet long was presented to the
Montgomery county, Pa., commissioners
at a recent meeting. The amount
was $2,288.86 for repairs to a county
bridge in Skippack. A previous bill
had been rendered "in the lump," and
a request was made for an itemized
statement, with the result noted.-Philadelphia
Press.