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ttole Between Deacon Jones
and Mr. Bnyder.
A Clitlstmns WylHod?.
15V KUHN E. UKXFOKD.
N. Y. hcdgvr.
MrB. Perkins bad "dropped in" to
find out what the Joneses were going
to do on Christmas.
"We've promised .to take dinner
with the Williamses," said Mrs.
Jones. "You know, none of tho
children can qome homo thigjear,
the
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don't
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It that
[aye to
else
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.use,"
mow
i one jb, 'n'
he wanted it solace
bf 'em bein' so tic'rs
put that if con
[ieir own way tthey
ojjc^^r'Vjere
iTon^ffiieyihey
ioighborhood by tlie < got
U; consequence is we liafu'i &rs,
lew meetin'-house, 'n' I (Pjiad
Jwe'ro ever like to have. I'vem't
ftk o' the thing, hearin' the clgot
[harp on it by spells all tuea
y that I've wished, more'n onese
13 could be a law made to she nee,
nouth ov'ry time he thougl? up
Sut, good land, that'd. kill hi,t of
jhed Mrs. Jones. "I do b'l
fnjoys abusin' Mr. Snyder,
^se Mr. Snyder's jest as bad,
?t I've heard. They're
)hed:"
It's too bad, anyway," said
rkins, with a sigh. "It's madjulrs.
Fid o' hard feelin's in the chile no
|i' hendered the work more'n eVcn>
hing else that's ever happened, lery
11 like 'em both. They 're aj We
|ood men in most ways, but it slvfdl
ef they was kind o' loony orfeems
line p'iht. I wonder if 'twill evt this
Vttled ?" |&r be
"Not till one or t'other dies,'\
'Mrs. Jones, decidedly. "Tbl said
jest alike?contrairy as two meifey're
Id be?'n' neither of 'em '11 ever
to the other, unless thlever
[cle, which I don't s'poaoro's
ice. I can't lmtie '11
Jie was wJgine
rong."
Im'-houije th(
SsB^Mrs. Perkins.! "Tb?
been patched up an' fixet
thero ain't much chance o]
fanytlfiiiig more for it. Ef the)
agree1 I don't see why thoj
W>p still 'n' let the others]
Tout a new one."
'em a-doin' thet,'f said]
^'They 're jest a? stub
"^hey was twenty year
do my (way orl
hblb?' with em.I
?\ righ?
wA
rod
be-|
\o to Mrs.
ley both will,
away for fear the
fvc. dassen't come. I mostl
^>tt-4. be siok so he hadl
ne. I don't b'leeve it's|
that way, fee, I hate
timo, 'n' 'speciallyI
It it her duty to si y
husband about tjhel
Imas morning, be
?or churchy fmm
go to the|
upper
"For
||nto a dis
hump
. putUn' np (
?
i In-, don't want, im- to tell him
what I think of him ;" und tlio dea-;
CQn fairly glared at Mr*. Jone?, who i
i 'd, and concluded that there was
little.use iu trying to avert a quarrel.
It was sure to come.
"I do wish we could get a letter j
from Henry," she said, changing the
aubjeot. Henry waa the youngest of
the family. He had gone to Dakota
to try his luok at fanning. Crops
had been a failure, and the last let
t?r from him had been a most down
hearted and discouraging one. "I'm ;
afraid he's sick. If he wa' n't, it
seems's if he would write. Mr. Bay
lor's been out there, they say. Bein'
so near, when he waa iu Minnesoty,
he thought he'd make his sister
Mariar a visit. I don't jest know
what part she lives in, but mebbe it's
near Henry. I hope he see him." |
Deacou Jones sniffed, at if to ex-1
press the idea that it wasn't any
oredit to the boy to have been seen
by a man like his enemy.
The Christinas service was over,
and the Williamses loaded the dea
con and his wife and Mr. Snyder
into their big double sleigh aud set
off homeward. Neither ol the two
men looked at each other or seemed
to be conscious of the other's pres
ence.
"My 1 but it makes me feel craw
ly," said Mrs. Jones to Mrs. Wil
liams, as she took off her wraps in
the "best bedroom." "I'm all of a
twittor, I'm so nervous. I sh'll
tremble fer fear of what's coinin'
ev'ry time they open their mouths.
I do wish you hadn't ask'd both of
m'e, Mis' Williams."
"I didn't hardly dare to," said
Mrs. Williams, "but, John, he said,
'What was the use o' lettin' their
foolishness keep us from bein' neigh
borly. He was goin'*to ask 'em, en
take the chance o' the consequences."
"I hope 'twill all be peaceable,"
said Mrs. Jones, "but?-I know
'twon't."
They all sat down to dinner, and
the conversation become general, ex
cept between Mr. Suyder and Dea
con Jones. Not a word did they
address to each other. They simply
ignored each other's existence.
After dinner, the men went out to
the barn with Mr. Williams, to look
at the stook. apd Mrs. Jones and I
Mrs. Williams "visited" with each |
other as they oleared away the re-1
mains of the Christmas feast. Mrs.
Jones tried to be at ease, and not
worry, but "coming events east their
shadows before," and she felt that
her fears were sure to be realized. It
was simply a question of time.
The men came in from the barn
and sat down. Conversation flagged
for a time, as it is quite likely to do
among men who are not in the habit
of "visiting" women-fashion. The
awkward silence that ensued was at
length broken by Mr. Williams, who
asked whatjiis guests thought about
the new town hall that was to be
?built.
"I haven't heard anything about
it," said Mr. Snyder. "It's all been
talked up sence I went away.
Where's it going to be ?"
"On the Dusenberry corner," re
plied Mr. Williams.
"That's a good place for it," said
Mr. Snyder, approvingly. "A.'very
good place. The best place in town.
Mrs. Jones felt her face getting
pale with a dread of what was com
ing. The Dusenberry corner was
where. Mr. Snyder had wanted the
new church built. She glanced at
the deacon.. His face was red, and
she knew by the look of him that he
was preparing for a battle royal.
"What do you think about it, dea
con ??" asked Mr. Williams, not aware
fthat he was precipitating matters.
The deacon cleared his throat and
blew his nose with a blast that was
like, the sound of a trumpet urging
on to combat.
"All I have to say is, of anybody't
fool enough to want the town hall
built on that site, they hain't go!
sence enough to last 'em over night.
I sh'll oppose it, sir I I won't con
sent to have the funds o' the town
squandered in a buildin' put up"in
sech a place as that."
I "Of course you'll oppose it," said
I ^k; Snyder, glaring at his opponent.
"Evftrvbody that knows you'll expeot
f??*.^*M that's all the good'twill
do. Folk8*h?v got their eyes opened
in the last -tenN>r a dozen year, *n'
they ain't a-goin' tfKbe bulldozed ae
they used to be. I ?^*yH 8aid the
DuBenberry corner was tn^best site
in town fer a church or another
pubtic buildin', V I'm reddy to^ack
my opinion with money. The town
ftfdl s goin' to be built, V it 's goin'
to be huilt^ on the Dusenberry cor
ner, too."
"I think thalA*.., the place for it
myself," said Mr. Williams, rather
faintly, though, for he "was fright
ened at the prospective quarrsLhe
had innocently paved the way for.
"Oh, yes, of course I" cried the
wrathy deacon. "Of course you do.
I see now <why I was asked to come
here to dinner. It was so you could
give that man a oh a nee to browbeat
me. You wanted to let me know
that you aided in with him. That's
all right. If a man wanta to let
folks Know that he's made a fool of
himself there 's no law ag'inst it
that I know of. But there ain't any
law that obleeges a man to set still
'n bo ru a on 'n crow'd over, 'a I know
of. M'lindy, I'm goin' home. Yon
can come* with me, or stay 'n take a
hand in abusih'me, jest as you think
[best."
And the angry deacon strode out
of the room, banging the door behind
him. Mr. Willi lams followed him
into the hall and tried to prevent
him from going, but he waa obdu
i ate. Go he would, and go he did],
leaving poor Mra. Jones to,follow at
her leisure.
"I knew how *t would be," she
said, aa she wiped her eyes aa ahe
bade Mra. Williams good-by, "I
ain't a mite s'nrised at the way it's
turned out I sh'd ha' been dretful
disapp'inted of 't hadn't happened."
Just aa ahe reached the .gate of
In i home, a neighbor drove np and
called out that he had a letter for her.
"From Henry, I reckon," he said.
"It's from Dakoty, anywfty."
i Mrs. Jones tookJhiU^g looked-for
eager impatience to find on
her boy bad to write. The
was building a fire, but his
looked as if a fire was quite unuec
essary. He looked hot and he felt so.
His wife*sat down without remov
ing her things, and tore open the
letter, Before she had read far she
began to cry. The deacon wasfright
bned.
" Ho ain't sick or nothin', is he ?"
he asked. But Mrs. Jones didn't
answer. She kept on reading and
crying. When she had finished the
letter, she turned to the deacon and
looked him straight in the face.
" Lom' wel Jones, do you know
what's happened to that poor boy of
our'n? Til tell ye: He had. to
mortgage everything he had last
year, but he wouldn*t let us know it
fer fear We'd worry, V he hoped
he'd have good luck 'n' fetch things
9ut all right this year. But luck
was ng'nst him, 'n' he'd have lost
every blessed thing ef it hadn't been
fer a friend that found out the trou
ble he was in 'n' helped him out o'
the difficulty 'n' set him right on
his feet, so that he's likely to do
better'n ever, he says. Now, who do
yo s'pose that friend was, L?m'wel
Jones ?"
"I'm sure I hain't no idee, said
the deacon.
"Well, I'll tell yo," said his wife.
" 'Twas the man you've been quar
relin' with to-day. You've had
words with Mr. Snyder, but he was
the very man that behaved like a
father to our poor boy, 'n' Henry
writes that he said he did it because
he hadn't no grudgeag'inst him, 'n'
he used to think you one o' his best
friends, 'n' he was willin' to do it
fer the sake of old times. I don't
know but Mr. Snyder's to blame for
the trouble between you jest as much
as you be, but I'm goin' right back
to Mis Williams's to thank him fer
helpin' my boy, 'n' tell him that I
shan't never forgit it. To think of
what would have happened to Henry
ef't hadn't ha' been fer him! I don't
see how you can feel hard to'rds him
after you read that lotter. An' to
think that he never let on that he'd
done anything! I'll warraut you'd
ha' twitted him about it if you'd
been in his place 'n' he in yourn,"
and Mrs. Jones wiped her eye" again
and took her departure.
Deacon Jones took up tho letter
' and sat down by the fire to read it.
I As he did so, and tho knowledge of
his old enemy's kindness to the boy
so far away from homo and in Such
sore trouble became clear to him
bitter and angry thoughts began to
die away. For the sake of old times!
How ho remembered the days when
he and John Snyder had been the
best of friends! The memory of
them seemed to burst the Hood-gates
of resentment and sweep down upon
him in a mighty torrent that over
whelmed him. Could he have done
what his enemy had ?
He sat there and thought it all
over; and as ho did so, it seemed as
if the spirit of the Christmas season
same into his heart and took posses
sion of it, and drove out the old,
bitter thoughts. Deacon Jones loved
the boy who had been befriended as
be loved no oue else on earth, and
the kindness done him by the man
with whom he had so long been at
enmity, broke down the fences of
hatred that had kept them apart.
"I've been an old fool!" he said.
"What if we didr't see alike! That
was no reason . y we should hate
each other. I've been ashamed of it
more 'n otice, though I don't believe
I ever admitted it to myself. It ain't
Christian to feel so to'rd a brother
in the church, as M'lindy 's said
time 'n ag'in, 'n I've knowed it all
along; but?I let the devil into my
heart, 'n there he < v staid; but"?
and th'ere was a lot . of grim deter
mination on tho deacon's face as he
said it?"he's got to get out. I ain't
goin' to hold a grudge against a man
that 's helped my boy when he
hadn't a friend to look to. Ef he'll
drop the old diffikilty, / will."
The deacon heard the sound of
voices in the road. He looked out.
Mrs. Jones was shaking hands with
Mr. Snyder at the gate.
"Now or never!" he said, with a
resolute look on his face as he
opened the door and stepped out. It
cost him a great effort to do what he
did, but he was not the man to put
his hand to the plow and look back.
"Hello!" he sang out. Mr. Snyder
and Mrs. Jones looked that way in
great surprise. "I?I don't know
what you think about it, but JFd like
to be friends again," he said. "I'm
willin' to let bygones be bygones if
yWi be. 'T ain't right to not be
frioif^L sence I've found out what
you've done for Henry."
He was nsJf way down the path
as he said this> "Mr. Snyder didn't
wait for him to reach the gate, but
met him irsh'e it wi^Voutsi-etched
hands. ^^i^M0$?lmm1m^m^^/9
N?Uriends it .shall be, theh>" he
said, ami his face had a glad look in
it. "It's highJ^itne we quit our fool
ishness, I recktfn... I've been sorry
for it, but I was too contrary to say
so."
"Same here," said the deacon, as
he grasped Mr. Snyder's hand in a
grip that made him wince. "I can't
tell you how much obleeged I am fer
what you've done fer my boy?V
"Don't mention it," said Mr. Sny
der. "You'd have done the same for
one o' my boys, if I'd had any an'
they needed help. I know you
would."
"1 duuno 'bout that," said the
deacon. "I guess I feel a grudge
more'n yon do."
"No, you dqn't! No, you don't!"
said Mr. Snyder, allowing the deacon
to pull him, not unwillingly, into
the house. "I like this! It's some
thing like Christmas, ain't it?"
Mrs. Jones had stopped at the
to to straighten out matters with
ersolf. Was she dreaming P Was
she crazy, or? had the "merriole," of
whose possibility she had had grave
doubts, really taken place P
"Wall, I declare!" she said, and
she could go no farther. It seemed
too good to bo possible, Just then
the deacon put his head out of the
door to ask her if she was going to
Stand there all day. Had sho got
paralyzed P
" dunno but I be," she
with r
r??
the old diftikilty done
!
"bo fur's I'm concerned, it is,"
fh\i\ the deacon, emphatically. -
"1 say amen to that," said Mr,
Bnyder.
"Glory to God in the highest,
said Mrs. Jouee. "It seems too good
to be trne, but I hope it ain't My 1
but wou't the neighbors be s'prised
to hear on'tl They won't b'heve it
?I know they won 11 / wouWn' ef
I hadn' seeui it"
.So it came about that "the old
difflkilty" was buried out of sight on
that Christmas day. And so may it
come about that we bury the old
grudges deep down in our hearts this
Ohristmas Day?so deep that they
never see the light again.
The ItMt Christmas Dinner.
In the Union Army.
New York Mall and Kxriresa.
The last Ohristmas dinner I had
during the war between the States
might be. properly said to have been
"conspiouous by its absence," for it
consisted of hasty bites taken in the
midst of the roar of cannon on board
the flagship Malvern while we lay
off Port Fisher, whioh Admiral Por
ter had selected as adOhristmas gift
for his fleet, and which, in my opin
ion, we should have had on that day
had it not been for the tardiness
and lack of dash on the part of Gen.
Butler.
It will be remembered that Ohrist
mas, i a the year 1865, fell upon a
Sunday, and usually in the navy that
day is marked by unusual efforts to
make "the mess attraotive, but in
the grim, closing days of the civil
war, Sunday was like any week-day,
and even the double holiday of
Christmas and Sunday was not con
sidered in the effort which was made
to secure, by moans of war, "peace
on earth'* for these United States.
The scene on board a ship in ac
tion, so far as such a dinner is con
cerned, cau not be described, the
imagination must picture it. The
men are not only themselves in dan
ger, but the whole object of their
lives for each moment is to drive the
enemy from their "coign of van
tage, and the excitement is intense.
In the actual combat one loses con
trol of all senses save the one sole
idea of conquering. As I look back
on my Christmas dinner in this par
ticular year it was completely merged
in the struggle in which we were
engaged, and my own share of the
meid was the meager rations which
had been served to us every day for
months previous, seasoned by the do
tonationjof guns and the prospect of
a possible immediate victory.
My diary at this time is that of a
boy and just thirty years ago, less!
I four days, I find this entry: "All
ready to start for Wilmington.'* Of
course, even at this time we felt that
the ultimate victory was with the
North and the movements of the
various Union bodies, under their
generals, were certaiuly constricting
the Confederate forces so as to ulti
mately crush them. But Sherman
has left in a letter a record of the
haste which was necessary to bring
the war to a close, and he says that
he arrived in Sr.vannahon Christmas
day aud stopped only long enough to
provision his troops before they pro
ceeded on their way to "the sea."
My record of these times is scant
enough and boyish. Had I been a
few years older I should have known
better and have elaborated the brief
notes' that I find in my diary into
somewhat that would have furnished
material for history. But, even as
it is, my entries may revive the
memories of the last Christinas the
Union men saw before the greatest
conflict of modern times was brought
to a close.
Jt had been decided, as I have
said before, to attack Fort Fisher on
Christmas day and in my journal
under date of December 12, I find
this: "All ready for sea; sent two of
ficers ashore in a boat to keep the
men from talking about the ' powder
ship.' This 'powder ship' was an
idea of Gen. Butler's and was both in
conception and in effect ridiculous.
It was a source of much discussion
at the time and the expectation was
that it would do much damage. As
a matter of fact, when it was finally
touched off by means of electricity it
did as little harm as an ordinary
cannon and made about as much of
an audible report. It was, never
theless, a subject of discussion and
wonder, as the pages of my journal
disclose.
I find this record of the 13th:
''Three frigates, four sloops of war,
three side-wheel steamers and the
new Ironsides sailed from Hampton
Roads at 4 p. m. for Beaufort." On
the next day we passed the fleet off
Hattera8 and the Monadnock, Canon
icus and the now Ironsides.
The 15th finds this entry: "Ar
rived at Beaufort early in the morn
ing; found quite a fleet in port; ves
sels arriving every hour.'-'
?Tust one week before Christmas
ovo the entire body of vessels sailed
for Wilmington, and two days later
the first intimation of the "groat
gale" is recoided briefly in the words
"blowing hard."
This great blow O&fitrf no end of
a sensation la the North; and in <
many of the chtrtches prayers for i
'those at sea" were seT^Cup hy fcr
vont souls who saw theiruear ones
threatened, not only with thechauscs
of war, but with those of tho ele-*v
ments. And Christmas was at this
time only six days off? On the
Tuesday preceding Christmas the
little diary, which is my guide, reads:
"Blowing a gale of wind so that v/k
cannot do anything; still at anchor,
within twelve miles of the shore.
Wind N. E." On the next day tho
wind had shifted to 8. W., wsts blow
ing a gale, whioh means a,/good deal
in nautical language, wjfen it is set
down as a fact, "ant]/the monitors
wero all awash," wh/do many of the
shins were "draggb^g their anchors."
Tho noxt daymhero was no sub
sidence of tho fUH|of tho wind, but
the ships.fl^M" 1 11 ih('u' ob
jective point^fl Httflflfiife
story of my ? Hj
tho^
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ike work; a large mail arrived." A i
Jhristmas mail with tidings and ]
iopeB from eager hour -?hearts ]
vhose love and future happiness <
vere bound up in the habitants of ]
he ships that lay exposed to the <
vi mi? and waves and the murderous
ittaoks of the enemy's guns. "We ]
vent in," says my journal, "and had j
? look at Fort Fisher; the powder (
x>at was blown up at night; it was j
. fizzle."
This was the result that was ex- \
?octed of the famous "powder boat."
Admiral Porter always ridiculed it, \
md it had about as much effect on ,
Fort Fisher as if it had never been
sent. It was, during the time it was j
guarded by us, a source of great ,
?nxiety. The day before Christmas
lifferod from the home rule as told
iu the rhyme, and every "creature
tvas stirring," and this fact is thus
recorded in my little book: "At 7
*. m. we got under way with the
fleet for Fort Fisher, and commenced
action at 1 p. ni.; fought all the
afternoon and closed firing at sun
down. We have no forts yet."
This comment is ironical.
The next day was Christmas day.
But when the morning broke there
was no thought of the toothsome
meal of the season, or of the day as
a festival in Christendom. The ra
tions served as -occasion offered were
"caught on the fly," as it were, and
the only thought in the minds of
the navy men there present was the
renewal of the attack of fhe day bo
fore. There was, of course, a remi
niscent flavor of dinners at home
with homefolks, but this gave way
at the sound of the first gun which
was fired at "11 a. m.," and the fight
continued "until sundown," But
ler had arrived, the boats had landed
"some troops," and the fleet began
to think "the fort a tough place."
I find my own comment on this
eventful day to be, "Butler is to
blame. He is too slow." A fact
whioh is backed up by Admiral Por
ter in his book on the war aud also
by the more important evidence that
is furnished by history, which shows
the cupture of Fort Fisher on Jan
uary 12. These were the scenes in
which my Christmas dinner was
eaten, and if it amounts to but little
as a dinner, there is this co npensa
tion, that the day will be long re
membered as a Christmas when a
dinner was secondary to a deed; and
if I can not recount the bill of fare,
I can at least recall one Christmas
tide which "tried men's souls and
did not find them wanting."
Amos M. Lyon,
Acting Master's Mate,
U. S. N. Flagship Malvern.
In the Confederate Army.
A glorious night, that Christmas
eve of 1864, crisp, cold and exhilar
ating to the young soldier who rode
rapidly clown the Osborn pike, leav
ing the lights of Richmond behind,
thinking of the Chr's?mas eve cheer
he had enjoyed with kind friends in
tho city, who wero mo 'e mindful of
the boys in the trenches than of the
dangers to their homes.
The officers had a hut at the head
of the parade facing the fortification,
and as the captain dismounted his
faithful man, Crcsar, who could get
nearer to a battle, hide safer, and
emerge sooner than any man in the
army, appeared from tho shadow in
his "dug-out" and talked to the old
sorrel as he led him off.
" Fso sequestered a bag of oats dat
squandered from de major's waggin,
an you gits a Christmas bellyful
sure: I'm glad of dat, but wbar s do
grub for Ctesar and de captain and
de rest of de boys on Christmas day?"
He niuttered something about Elijah
and the ravens and tho Lord, and
the sparrows that fall; but a few
minutes later disappeared in his com
fortable hole in the ground, singing
" My love she af a coal black rose"
in happy-go-lucky stylo.
For a few minutes thoy were silent,
half sitting, half lying on their
blankets before tho tire. Suddenly
the captain dived into the pockets
of his overcoat, and holding before
each officer a brilliant little piece of
silk ribbon patch work, exclaimed:
"A Christmas present for each of
us from the loveliest Virginia girls
you ever saw."
"A silk tobacco bag by thunder,"
said tho first lieutenant.
"Tho very thing I wanted," said
the first sergeant.
They enjoyed the smoke. The
first sergeant;, who was caterer for
the mess, told him that next to a
good meal, which thoy couldn't got,
a smoke would satisfy the keenest
appetite.
"That reminds mo, how about a
camp Christmas dinner?" said tho
captain. "When I called on the
commissary today he hoped to have
? littlo bacon to add to our allow
mce, and told me that tho 'homo
"Who is Will Whitener ?
ft liable Hair Gutter and Shaver,
B J? i m mf. a
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binge* of which the Virginia and fc
I ortli Carolina families have de- r
rived themselves to give the soldiers
ae more Ohristmas dinner would *
robably reach headquarters this "
rening."
"They haven't eoine yet," said the I
eutenant, "bnt the commissary sor- |
eant is now at headq carters with a |
etail to bring down* what is to bo
?sueu,"
" I found two or three boxes for
he men," continued the captain, "at
he South Carolina home in theoity,
a the old 'Exchange Ho*eI,' and
rdered them sent out with tho quar
ermasters' stores. But the railroads
re in a dreadful condition, and the
nly safe route now to the South is
>y the Richmond So Danville road,
o that our men will be sadly dis
ppointed in not getting boxes con
aiuing something from home."
Tired of waiting for the "spider
vagou," as the commissary wagon,
vas known, the men had gone to
>ed; that is, had exchanged their
iiiuition in Turk fashion for a lying
losturo. But a sudden shout, 'Come
md get your rations 1" brought a
nenibcr of eaoh mess, even at that
lour of the night, to the commis
lary's quarters, if a plank or two
aid on stumps could be so deBig
lated. And with infinite care and
ibsoluto impartiality, the beef and
lour and salt, a slice of bacon and a
landt'ul or two of cow peas?the
Last two items an almost unkrown
luxury?were parceled out to each
mess. And then were apportioned
the four or five turkeys and cab
bage, our contribution tor a Christ
mas dinner to the army. ? A feait
Eor a king, but scarcely a bite for
200 hungry soldiers. ?
The officers gave up their share.
While some of the messes drew lots
for a turkey or a head of cabbage,
which was not enough for two,
others, composed of strong and hearty
men, gave up theirs to the weakly
or delicate.
The captain and his moss of six
ofiicrs held a council before
turning in, Coisar and the cat
erer forming the advisory board.
The result was an appropriation for
Christmas of $75 in Confederate
money, being one-sixth of the r com
bined month's pay, for no boxes
were expected from home.
Their combined month's pay was
$450 in Confederate money, worth
$18 in gold, or, rather, in what gold;
would bay in the besieged city, for
no gold was actually ,to be had.
Cnisar at daylight started for the city,
with orders to do the best ho could
with the Confederate money in a big
loll in his pocket.
In dfte course Oaasar returned from
the city, and disappeared with the
caterer in the "dug out" called the
kitchen, with a half dozen bundles
and a mysterious air.
In each mess in camp the "cook"
was busy, every other member hung
around the lire, gave officious advice
about the art of cooking, and got
snubbed for his pains. While some
smoked their pipes to keep down
their appetites and pass the time of
waiting, others organized a footrace,
others practiced from an old book of
songs, and all looked with affection
ate interest at the bubbling pots and
glowing coals.
We were located in what remained
of a pine forest, and no holly berries
or mistletoe or Southern moss was at
hand. That one Christmas dinner,
the pick of three days' rations, was
ready, at last, in every mess; and in
tho captain?8 quarters Crosar an
nounced, with a dignified bow, that
dinner was served.
"Why, bless my soul," said the
jolly first lieutenant, "here's a stuffed
roast pig with an apple in his mouth,
and a rice parleau and sweet pota
toes, and a huge tin cup of black
coffee."
"Ciesar," said the captain, "you
always was a trump, but you re
served your best card for today."
"I doi't know about cards, sir,"
replied Cnjsar, "but I was raised
'bout de culinary of a roast'n pig,
and you hub my respects for a good
dinner and merry Ohristmas."
With this exordium wo collected
around the board, or rather two
j boards, which formed the table, ns
'ing our folded blankets aB divans.
Armed with a knife and homemake
I wooden fork and spoon, and a tin
plate and cup, each proceeded to
discuss the viands. There is art in
carving as well as in cooking a pig;
but why discuss the dinner ?
The meat was fat and juicy, and
although the meat was rather dark
and less delicato than a Chester
county infant, the diners did rot
discover the fact that it was a
ground-hog, captured by some of
Onjsar'a sable friends in a hill on the
James river, until a week after the
feast. Each particular grain of rice
stood on ond, and it would have
t ?South. Caro-1
lira cook; and the coffee, which con
t - ad - Cw graina of the genuine
bean to give flavor to the toasted
wi cat, was pronouuced troug and
delfoio?c
As the diuner progressed belts
were loosened, faces expanded, the
health of the fair ones and dear ones
was repeatedly quaffed in the black
dct'OCtlOU. aim tho bawl ah inn of -oiav I
irere forgotten. "Livo today," is
he soldier's motto, for ho can take
10 note of the morrow.
Captain Hugh JL Gakden,
Commanding the "Field Artillery."
Heart Disease Kills
3uddenly; but never without warning symp
toms, such aa Faint, Weak or Hungry Spoils.
Irregular or Intermittent Puls?, Fluttering
ar Palpitation of tho tlcart, Choking Sensa
tions. Shortness of breath, 8wolllngof Feet
and Ankles, otc.
Dr. Miles' Heart Cure,
Cures Heart Disease.
Mr. Oco. L. Smith, of tho Gco. L. Smith
Mantel Co., Louisville, Ky., write* Fob. 20,
180-1: "For about a year I wiia a terrible suf
ferer from heart trouble which got bo bad
I was obliged to sit up In bed to get my
breath. 1 had to abandon business and
could hardly crawl around. My frlond, Mr.
Julius C. Voght, ono of our leading pharma
cists, asked mo to try Dr. Mllos' Ilcart Cure.
I had used llttlo moro than a bottlo whi
tl>0 pain ceased and palpitations entire
d ;appoarod. I havo not had tho slight*
1 >ublo since, and today I am attending
dnoss as rogularly as over."
old by druggists everywhere. Hook
art aud Nerves sent froo. Address
los Medical Co., Elkhart, Ind.
\ Miles' Remedies Restore. Ilcall
We Desire
: To^lntroduco our furniture business
'. into ovory community in tho South
ern States, and in order to do so in
- the quickest timo, have concluded to
make some very liberal oirers in bed
I1 room suites to secure at least ono
IB customer at ovory postrofllne in
fyl tho next ISO days. Please read this
advertisement carefully and send ut
r? onoo for ono of our special oirers.
r-J Our great offer No. 1 consists of one
Bolid Oak Bedroom suite with large
dresser with 20x^4 bovol mirror, ono
largo Washstand, with double door
and drawer, ono 0-foot lied et end full
width. This suite of furnituro is
worth In any furnituro store not less
than $15. l)o not think for once that
it is a little cheap suite, for wenssuro
you It is not, but a large, full-size ,
suite equal to any thing on t ho market.]
In order to start tho salo of these
suites aud to koop our men busy and
introduce ourbuslnoss in your neigh
borhood, wo agree to ship one suite
only to each shipping point in tho
South for $15, when tho cash comes
with the order. This advertisement
will possibly appear twico In this pa
per, therefore if you are interested,
cut this out and send with $18 and the
suite will be shipped to you. If It is
not Just us represented you may re
turn tho suite at our expense and
your $15 will bo refunded to you. Our
catalogue containing many illustra
tions of rare burguins and nouso fur
nishing goods will bo sent to you up
on application.
The suite above described Is a spoc
lal bargulnaud does notappear in the
catalogue, therefore It is useless to
write,for illustrations ol this suite,
and while you arc delaying writing
some one else may get the bargain.
We assure you that wo will not ship
but one suite in 3-our neighborhood
at this price. After one sulto has been
shipped 111 tho neighborhood tho
pric? will go to at least $30.
L_. F. PADGETT
WO IIHOAD ST., AUGUSTA, OA.
GsgaretteS
IGARETTESi
'.Du
W.DukoSona &Co.
riHEAHf.niCAN TODACCUCO^IO (/
lucc.non ? . -
DURHAM, N.C. U.S.A.
MADE FHOM
High Grade Mm(
AND
^ABSOLUTELY PURE
Atlantic Coast Line
?3 16 nil
4 21 hit
?9 48 an.
11 05 am
5 43 uui
No.60
?5 47 pm
0 55 pm
> IjMINGTON, COLUMBIA AND AUGl
I'A IlfR. CONDENSED SCIIKDUI.K.
HFFECT JAN. 27. 1896.
.?In? South. No. 55. No.
1 \ 11 mi uk I' mi.,.?3 30 pm .
I. .Marlon. 0 21 pm .. ..
A. Kloronco. 7 00pm . .
I, Klorenco.*7 25 pm
A iimter. 8;;w pm
xumtor. 8 30 pm
A1 ?olumbia.10.00 pm
No. 62 runs through from (Charleston vis
1 Central It. It., leaving Lanes8.38 a m, Manning
9.15 am.
Going North. No. 68~No. 63:
Lv Columbia.*6 20am~4 25 pra
Ar Sumter. 0 43 am
r ? No. 68.
Lv Sumter. 0 43 am
Ar Florence. 8 00 am
Lv Florence. 7 36 am
Lv Marion. 810am ....
Ar Wilmington...... .. ....1160am ....
?Dally.
No. 63 runs through to Charleston. 8. C,
Central lt. lt., arriving Manning 0 21 p
Lauos 7 00 p. in., Charleston 8 4* p. m.
rams on Hartavllle It. It. leave llartsvlllr
at 4 30 a m. arriving Floyds 5 00 am. Iteturn
lng leavo Floyds 0 45 p m, arriving Hartsvillr
10 15 p m. Daily oxecpt Sunday.
Trains on South and North Carolina It. H.
leave Atkins 0 40 a. m. and 0 30 p. m.. arriving
I.uoknow 1110 a. m. and 8 00 p. m. Iteturulng
leavo I.uoknow 8 46 a m and 4 20 p m. arriving
Atkins 8 15 a ra and 6 60 p m. Daily except
Sunday.
Trains on Wilmington, ChadtHUirn and Cen
way It It loavo Chadbourn 11 30 am. arrive at
G nnfrajr 146 pm, returning leavo Conwayat
2 30 p m, arrivo Chadl>ourn 4 50 p m, loavt
Chadbourn 5 86 p m, arrivo at Hub at 0 20 n m
returning leave Hub 8 16 a m, arrivo at Chad
bourn000am. Dally oxooptSunday.
JOHN F. DIVINE, Gon'l 8upt
J. R. KRNLY. Oon'l Manager.
T M. KM Kit son. Traffic Manager
via
CHURCHES.
We hay* fu.'niihed an.
lumber, doort, aaili
Ac, for church built,'
such order* of thA ,
time, and
SIMPSON A' Jt i JCKSDALK,
Attorney* at Law,
UURKNN, Kpinfl t'AKOLINA
Hpoclal at unit Kivtn to the inveatl
irntlou of titles hu(1 <-old ctlon of claims
I. W. BALI? L. W
BALL, HIM
Attorneys
Sota
MKINH. W. W. HAM.
BALL,
at Law,
h Carolina.
il Plate and United
Special aiteullon given
I. T. joj4khon. - I W. R. RIOHKT
JOHNSON W ltlCHEY,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
Okfiok?Fleming's Corner, Northwe
Hide of I'hMi.- Square.
L.AURENS, - SOUTH CAROLINA
W. H. MARTIN,
Attorney a < Law,
LAUREN8, -> HoCTII ("AKOUNA.
Will practice in nil C<>urta of this
A I in 11 Ml i II f. IV! II to UtlliCI'lioilH. *
POUT ROYAL Ai WESTERN OAR
olina Railway Augusta and
Ashoville Bhort Line." .1. B. Cloveland,
Receiver. 8chedule in effect June 22nd,
1883._
I.v Augusta. um am 8 00 pm
Ar Greenwood.12 10 pm 12 80 am
Anderson. 8 00 pm .
Laurens. 110 pm 7 15 am
Greenville. 2 50 pm 0 45 am
Olenn Springs. 4 05 pm .
Spartanburg.3 00 pm .
Saluda. 4 >tt pm .
Hendersonville. .. 5 1(5 pm .
Asheville.(3 20 pin .
I.v Asheville. 8 00 am .
Spartanburg.1145 am .
Greenville.114Uam 3 40 pm
Laurens.1 15 pm 7 80 pm
Anderson. 020 am .
Greenwood. 2 15 pm 5 00 am
Ar.Augusta. 505|m 8 35 am
Bavannab. 5 05 am 0 00 pm
Lv Greenwood. 5 23 pm 2 83 am
Ar Raleigh . 1 26 am 12 00 n'n
Norfolk. 7 00 am 0 20 pm
Petersburg.(! 00 am 5 43 pm
Richmond.(I 40 am 6 45 pm
TO ATHENS, ATLANTA AND POINTS
WEST.
Lv Greenville. 9 45 am 1140 am
Lv Anderson. 920 .
Augusta. 040am .
Greenwood.12 48 pm 2 42 pm
Ar Athens. 3 03 pm 5 00 pm
Ar Atlanta. 4 09 pm 7 45 pm
Close connections at Greenwood for all
points on S. A. L. and C. & G. Railway, and
at Spartanburg with Southern Railway.
For information relative to tickets, rates,
schedules, etc., address
K. L. TODl), i'rav. Pass. Agont.
W.j. CKA1G, (md. Pass. Agent.
Augusta, Ga.
? 8. Cureton. Agent, C. H. Speights, Gen.
Agent, Grcenvillo, b. 0.
J. R. Fant, Agent, Anderson, 8. O.
PIEDMONT AIR LINE.
C'-fLKMisn ?<:n> i'i i1 nr r . mmxim, mint,
N"i ilihoqn.t
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*? Cornelia-.
" Ml. Airy.
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" V, c.-lmllii tur .
" BfiKN a. ........
M Central.
".Greenvlilt....
" Kpnrtauburg.
" (ihdlir-vk.
" Hlaeksburg ??
" King's Ml.
" UoMonla.
Ar. Charlotte.
Ar. Itimvlllo.
Ar. Klehinoud....
Ar. Washington.
" Rarm'ePRR
M Philadelphia
" New York.
Kouthboand.
LvN. Y. PR a..
Philadelphia
M H4hlmare.._
" WaahluRton .
" Richmond..,
Danville.
Charlotte.
Oastonla...
King's Ml.
lilack.sburg ?
Otiflnuya.
bpurtauhurg
Greenville....
C ntral.
(x ueca.
Westminster
Toccoa.
Ml Airy...
Cornelia....
Lula.
(JalnesTllle
Buford.,
Norcross....
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Atlanta 0. T
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19 00?
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8 06a
10 15a
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4 80p
8 65p
0 20p
10 43p
2 01a
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t"50n
I 15?
I 60a
4 07a
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Daily
2 00a
6 Mia
0 85a
II 87a
is asp
1 16P
8 81p
4Mp
3 65p
12 I6ll
7 20a
0 4
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12 69a
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2 00a
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BSuo
4 00 p
& 00 p
6 32p
7 85p
8 28p
8 44p
fl 10p
9 64p
10 48p
10 80p
1 00a
4 40a
8 56a
11 46a
1 17p
3 47p
6 23p
No.81
Daily
7 26p
.....1140p
3 20a
AOOn
A 80a
6 83?
A 67a
7 20a
7 48a
8 18a
0 80a
8 80a
4 87a
6 25?
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7 10a
9 546
II 20*
10 20a
"A" a. m. "P" p. m. *" U" noon. "K" night.
Not. 87 and RA? Washington and Southwestern
Yestlbuled Limited, Through Pullman Sleepers
between New York and New Orleans, via Wash
ington. Atlanta and Montgomery, and also be
tween New Yoik and Memphis, via Washington,
Ulan la and Birmingham. Dining Can.
Noa 86 and 8A United fltatea last Mall. Pullman
Meepfug Cars between Atlanta, New Orleans and
Vew York.
Noa. 81 and 82, KX|>flsltlon Flyer, Through Pull
man Sleepers between New York .uid AtlanU via
Washington. On Tuesdays hihI ilmrmlays con
.ict'tton Will be n.ade lioui Itlohlnond with No.
U, and on thCM (Intel 1'iiMimin M. eplug Car will
be operated betw> en Kit hmonil nlul A llauta. On
Wed nod A VI nnd Sniiir ays Colli et'llon Irora At>
.aiita la Itlrlimotul with Iliroil sleeping caw
will l.e i.. leave Atlanta t>> train N<>. 32.
N<>* II and 13.1'ullinat sl-.|ln? Car be twees
airhmond. Danvil.e smi UK'Cliab. ro.
? k TI'KK, h. 11 IIA KDWIOKi
(?n'l til, .\?*'l (ien'l Pat*. Ag't,
? ?*mi?nir(N D (!. A Its NT A, Os.
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Nio.' a ' ?hol ina
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Columbia, Laurens an I New
berry R. R.
Northbound. -outh bound
pm am Stations. pm am
4 18 10 30 .Columbia . .. 4 30 1115
400 1002... Leapt\art ... 455 1128
3 51 9 4? ... . frmo ... 4 08 U 37
8 40 9 27.. .. Ilalentino ... 5 25 11 45
3 42 0 15 .... WbltS Ito<:k . 5 X? 11 ftO
8 34 8 34_ Chaplain . 5 55 12 02
8 24 8 30 .. Littlo Mountain 5 15 12 13
3 21 8 22 . .HligliH ... 0 22 12 18
3 12 8 00 ... ProHiiorltv ... (ill 1:> 29
2 59 7 30 . Ncwbcrry. 7 08 12 43
2 ?7 7 05 ... Jtllapa .. 7 35 12 59
2 44 ?55... Gray'? Lane .... 7 47 1 05
2 40 0 40 . Kinard ......7 57 1 10
2 35 0 85 . Uoldvllle .8 10 117
2 29 ?22 . Dover .8 23 1 25
2 25 0 16_Clinton .8 30 1 80
F. E. SOU UM PERT,
Agont at Prosperity
YOUR QURSTIONS
were lotifr ago anticipated when wel
planned to perfect our methods of busi
ness ; and
OUR ANSWER
now la rradyjJagfljfJfcfSJKfed increased |
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