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Til W E KL- - IZ, - WJINNSBORO. S.C., FEBRUARY 13. WOO.ESALHD18. THE BOYS ARE THERE. (keep a-readin' the papers, for the mother - sne says, says s'ie: "I reckon they'll have some news to-day of the fightin' over the sea. I wish that the war was ended!" That is her daily prayer. *- She made a ttin for the re;irnent, and she knows that the boys are there:) ['mind me how that m)raia when we heard the buzles blo w ~ " tto r.i brgatrides were formin', she told ttie boys to go! How they left their farewall kLsses on her lips an' sl.ver hair, An' marchel aw.ty for the fla Ahat day. . ..She knowz that th, boys ar there! For many a messa-o has eo:ne to her 'erost the ocean's foamy track: "The $fig still waves O'er the re,iment we're beatin' the rebels back!" An' "Love an' lift% to you, mother, 'acath -ethe home skies sweet an' fair." h, her heart's at sea with her country, "-- for she knows that the boys are there. But when, in the evenin shadow, te wail o' the wind = ho hears, She.looks afar where the broaa seas are, tbrough a sie:at raia o: toars: An' I sav-I say: "f.Iey'il U3 home some day; thera'il be a stop on the stair, An' brave, strong arms around yon et the - boys who are nghtt' there!" Au..that is hlr sx3etest conort, an' her tears they co-tse to flow; "Oh, I'mind me-oh, In'mind me how I told the boys to go!" Yes, an' you made a flag for them:-the flag of your ecuntry fair-" %th her head on my breast she whispers: 'Tm glad that the bnvs are the'-e:" -F. L. Sta'. ton, _ @Qosu. bytOe sword Y AARON MASON GRAY No vember even ing, in the - ear 1151. A hnui i d re d I rmed men - -marched orer the English country from Swinton Cas e to tho Convent of St. Botolphs. he were under the leadership of an old man in the ha1bit of a pilgrim,who, not*ithstanding the cold northeaster which was blowing,over the fens. rode are-lieaded before them. .At the gate of the^cozvent they halted, and sev eral of the men battered with their mail-6Wd fists and the hilts of their swor.ds dn the huge port. "Who is there?" cried a voice which creaked like an uneasy hinge. : The Knights 'of Swinton," an erod the gra beard; in deep, thick ady," answered the old man. "I shall need all my keenness to choose 11 man from these." "They are as we agreed," replied the Abbess. "Didst thou think t) I outwit a woman?" She showed her white teeth as she said this. and a perceptible titter ran along the line of veiled women-one of the flgares al most shook with merriment. "Here -s my chuice," said the Franklin at last, laying his hand np on a tall, strong figure, the muasclesof whose arcas showed plainly, cv:i through the heavy draping. The Abbess now laughed aloud. "Drop thy veil, Annette," said she, "and show the graybeard the kind of man thou art." "They laugh best who laugh last. my lady," answered the old man, his discomtiture making him almost rude. "I have yet two choices. Here is my second." He pointed to a are through whose veil an elongated chin and an aquiline nose were very plainly ontlinied, The veil was dropped, and disclosed a mask. "Doff thy falsity, Lucille," said the Abhess. She did not laugh now. Sh was watching too closely the old man. He had retreatad slowly, almost imper ceptibly to the gate, and stood beside the decrepit porter. As the mask fell from the novice's face and disclosed features almost ridiculously feminine, he drew his sword with one hand, and crying, "Then choose I with this!" blew a shrill blast on a little silver bagle-at his girdle. It was a signal. He set his foot to the open grate, toward which came galloping ihe armed knights from the foot of the hill. The Abbess rose to her feet. Tho veiled and unveiled women fled screaming. But. one of them stayed beside the Abbess. She, a slight and frai I-appearing figure, stepped to the table, seized the naked sword, and, as she stripped the veil from her face, and it also must be owned the cloth ing from her right arm and shoulder, saidpuietly to the Abbess: "Fear n-orhing, madam. I will pro tect you." The knights halted at The gate and waited silently. - "Madam,!:said .the old man, "be hold my'third choice!" iThe Abbess. bit her lip. "My. sqn';, boldness and not thy ruse hath outwitted me, Sir Gray beard,"-Gsha said.. The oid man bowed. "Henri," said the- Abbess, turning to-iher son hich. wouldst thou rather? Sir- Knight or Sir -M3onk G ITLE thousands looked /yT, o, ePecI anymo / genctto see i end in a OL c u xpect?11-any l traylt, a woiLau was res ced froil a urning U uiding at No. 153 Third avenue, on a recent after non, relate:3 the New York ' une. Ti1e heru in the case is Thon le hanty, of N. .15:3 Third arenize, the adjoining house. Ilis work was de clare,t by those who saw it a superb exhibition1 of cool nerve. The womau is Mrs. Mary Paterson. .%e is twenty-six vears oldl. She came so nea1r to ius:ug her life that she is now ill from the shock and her condi tion is serions. The buiiding is a three-story brick. The ground Hoor is occupied, by Mel lon van Tolla. wibr uses it for a milk store. Th second floor is unten anted. Mrs. Patetrson lived in the front Fart of the third or top floor, w!ile Aaron Catlan lived in the rear. The fire started iu the basemEnt. It spre d to the ai shaft, and then to the third floor. The only person at home seemed to be Mrs. Paterson. She had been sleepiu and was awa,. oned by the cra-kling of the flames. Her room was becoming filled with smoke. and the fire had cut off the Stairwav. The woman was so fright ened that she ran to the front window and prepar-d to jump. Somebody in 'he street saw her. A cry of horror went 1). "Don't jamp! The firemen are com in'g". yelled a score of people. But the flames were near her. She stood .n tie sill, covered her cyes with her lants, and would have jumned if she had not beeu seized. Thomas Delehazty lives on the third floor of tae next building and on a level with Mrs. Paterson's rooms. He heard the crowd and saw her peril. There is an eighteen-inch stone ledge running along under the windows of the two honses and out on this Dele hanty crawled. The smoke was pour ing out of the windows of No. 155 in I bliuding volumes, and he was at the window where Mrs. Paterson stood almost before,46 crowd realized it. Every one wan hey didn't dare, how cost Deiehant. too much at side. The wound did not kill the animal, but it snbdaned him com pletely, and he allowed himself to be led away into captivity again, lieking his chops in evident enjoyment of the brief space in which he fo-got the dis grace of being a perfc ming tame bear and transformed hiraself into a wild animal. Mrs. Reed hugged her son to her breast-not ss hard as the bear did, it is true--but still har-l enough to make him wince. As fo John, he cried himself to sleep again, and never once gave a thought to the won derful tale he will have to tell to his children and grandchildren. Tattered leroes in Luzon. The splendid minner in which the American soldiers in Luzon are doing their work should excite the heartiest admiration on the nart of the folks at home. The reports of the hardships suffered by General Lawton's men in their chaso of Aguinaldo show that the most forbidding difficulties have not deterred the troops from their ad vance. They have plunged into an unknown country, flooded by the ex traordinary raius, through dense jungles, far beyond their wagons and base of supplies. Heat, dimpness, cold, hunger and sickness have not stayed them. The si(k h..re willingly taken their chances on the roadside, to await succor. The spirit of the army has. been magnificent. Evei-y man seems to have been imbued with the realization of a grim task to be speedily accomplished. General Lawton himself is a soldier of established reputationa. a man of intrepid courage and keen sagacity can the frontier. whose experience in the Indian campaigns has fitted him e ceptionally for his presen. isssign ment. He is the embodiment of en ergy and determination. His men have always had the greatest con fidenc in him, and their present demonstration indicates,that he has carried this prestige }pto Luzon amidst the strange surro ulings of a tropical country. The fill story of this : cently in augurated campaign ip p it of the Tagal rebel w hen final to ' stand algngside so A the fi records of Amei. There has been a - mum There have been 1 for personal heroism has almost always fle before the American and there a man has ? Tagal ballet, while man, succumbed to the * anation. so a the rai T Al KLONDIKE INEWSY. FORTUNE IN SIGHT OF A ONE-LECGED LAD FROM SEATTLE. A Kind Irishmana Carried im Over the Pass, He Saw the Opp )rtunity Open to Him, and N:,w lie lIai Profltable Contracts to Supply Reading Matter. All Dawson. in the Kiondike. is in terested in a cne-legged newsboy, and when after a year's stay there be started ou his returv to the States all the men of the towfi and the miners from the creeks formed a procession and marched to the landing to wish him godspeed and a quick return. Piug, the hero of this occasion, has accomplished what means as much to the miners as the yellow earth they are digging from the bowels of the earth; The boy has .established an independent, and, storms permitting, a regular newspaper service for Dawson and the creeks beyond. He has founded the nucleus of a circulating library, and with his own ten-dog tear-s will send to his customers every week a library book, a newspaper, a magazine and mail. The papers are twenty-five cents each, magazines S2 each and books $2 a month. Mail he carries merely as an accommodation, but never receives less than twenty fire cents a letter, and often in addi tion any loose dust the miner may have handy. He has received as much as $16 in dust for a letter, and the man was "so glad to see a human being and have something to read" that he thought he had the best of the bargain. Uncle Sam and Canada carry gJ% . ii d n r a prescribed -ight, but refuse on matter, including ewspap a - zines or books. The expressage is : a pouad and many monthly pEriodi cals weigh as much as that. In and about Dawson are men of edncation from every country and every one of them wants something to read. When the lights must be lit for the long night as early as 3 o'clock, it means a good many idle hours till the twilight begins at 9 next morning. In. the cabins, the great need is read ing matter to shorten the long, silent ion. s when they cannot work. The t the miners' working. season and the3 t stay on their claims ut ont -old. Within a radius 'les the men walk fortnight, but sev el consignments which he sold. . Ha bought do- teams and sent the papers to his customers out on the creeks. When the boats could not get to Davwson it meant no more papers. In the meantime Ring had got in about five hundred volumes for his library and had fully as many patrons as books, which paid him $1000 a month at the rate of 82 a month each. Ring saw his opportunity and decided to o to the States, make his arrange ments with publishers of papers to become exclusive agent; He could come out by rail and boat and had plenty of money. He made arrange ments to purchase two fine dog teams of fourteen dogs each, : It will estab lish an independent serv ge for him self from Skagway, where the railroad ends, to Dawson. The trip can be made in thirty-five days at a cost of about .4330, and the sledgc. will carry 500 to 700 pounds of reading matter. There will be two trips a month, which will bring the news in anhent of Daw:son every two weeks. So the little one-legged newsboy is to be an important personage in Daw son. One year more and Ring will be a rich man, for good chances are often offered him and he has plenty of ready money to take advantage of opportunities.-New York Sun. HIS METHOD. How the Buay Lawyer Got lia of a Cure. The busy lawyer had jnst finished drawing up the deed and was about to slip on his coat and go over to the City Hall when the door of his office opened and a man with a copper-riveted smil i ttiir ~ n nois e inquired softh, and drew from be 1 a :m a little flat black ease with nickel-plated clasps. ":Yes," replied the lawyer, linger ing at the end of his desk. The caller approached, opening the case as he did so. From its interior he jerked a calf-bound volume with gold edges. "I should like to show you our new 'History of Orxtory,' " he began; "it:. takes you from the day of Demosthenes and Periclee down to the hour of Tom Reed and Jerry Simpson. It is to be issued in monthly parts. You observe the style of the'volnne; perhaps yo would like to look at my Ii Isnb-" The busy lawyer brok with, "I would like in fact:I - it How to Tell a Good sponge. Good sponges are always dark 1 color. The pale yellow ones have been bleach.e&-in. vitriol, which in jures their texture .and makes them less durable. To eean sponges soak in strong salt water, knead and rinse in clean water.. Sachets For Bed Linen. Instead of sprinkling lavender among the bed linen of the linen closet, as- their grandaiothers 'd, many housekeepers now k'eep th sheets and pillow cases between large sachets, which are perfumed with lavender, sweet clover or delicately scanted sachet powde- Others, who like the odor of the 1'piney woods," keep flat sachets filled with pine needles tacked at the' corners and sides of the mattresses. This odor is thought by some people to be sleep producing. Other housekeepers sua pend dainty sachet bags from the corners.of bedstead,bureauand dress ing table, in order to-obtain&Alicate odor in the room. Olive Oil a Valaable Food. Many housekeepers consider olive oil.so expensive that it must:beinsed sparingly. This is oiat for it is one of the most,v especially fofiilcatand ous persons and for grogngishi en. - Most of us, indeed, a en salad lightl ess lemon jt,ce once a day. way o'of the difficultyzis a go0-d Italian grocery, where th i4 re to be found, imported sna costing about one-third of i price when sold in botles. It ap pears, indeed, to be &Zifferent oil, as it has a slightly greenish' tinge. - Its flavor, however, is delicious andfs purity evident.- Once used it will not be given up. ,* Placing Food in the There is a away of that iF othe The car t