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i ?tchmnn ano tm KB* SUMTER WATCHMAN, Kttablished April, 1850. flKso?idat?di.u?. 2,1881. "Be Just and J^ear not-Let alllthe Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TRUE SOUTHRON, Established Jone, 1366 SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 1894. New Series-Yoi. XIII. No. 36. CHAPTER XVII. Not one soldier in a hundred mox? than catches a glimpse of a battlefield. He seldom sees what takes place outside of bis own regiment. When two great armies grapple, they must have room. The front may be three, fonr, five or sis miles long. The Bines of battle mn across open fields, through the woods, over bills, across highways, throngh orchards. As soon as the firing begins toe smoke sh nts in the vision to the right and left. Troops may stand or lie down, have the cover, of a breastwork dr none at all. They may charge or be charged, gain ground or be driven back to a new line. However the battle goes, the soldier sees only what takes place in his immediate front. And bow the opening of a battle changes the nature cf a man ! While he is walting for it to begin every nerve is strong toits utmost. He may be a brave man, Vot in that bonr of waiting he denies it to himself, ie trembles. He doubts himself, tie tums pale, and his knees grow weak.' He would run away but for his pri?e.* It is pride and not courage that holds him in his place. He may be a man who has never uttered an oath in the hearing of bis comrades a man of Christian principles. A minute after the firing begins all the wicked? ness born in bis soul begins to betray itself, fie shouts and raves and corses. His facial expression is so changed that his own brother could not identify him. For the time being he is a madman-a dev?. fie cries: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" even though in his excitement he fires among the tree tops or at the clouds. This is the excitement which numbs all feeling in some men when wounded, and they fight on until they happen to catch sight of their own blood and then sink helplessly down. It is a sort of nightmare in which no man can beheld responsible for bis words, and in which no one notes the flight of time. To some an hour seems a day. To others the sun passes from the noonday mark to tiie edge of the horizon so swiftly that they are amazed. For half a day Lee's whole army had hurled itself against the Federal lines. Every foot of ground on that long front had drunk blood. The line was broken only at one place, but that was fatal. There the fight continued to rage until long after nightfall, but at last it grad? ually died away, and a solemn hush fell upon the bloody field. One may con? quer and yet be so near vanquished that he has no strength for another blow. So it was with Jackson. He had broken the Federal line, but he could not fol? low up his advantage. Even if night had not come he must reorganize his shattered commands, replenish bis am? munition and permit the wornout men food and sleep. A battle dees not cease at once. It is an boor or more in dying away. There is a sputtering and growling here and there, and men give op their work of death grudgingly. At last a hush comes. It is absolute to the men who have been deafened by the roar for hours and iours. It is a blessed relief, but they -look at each other in alarm. The very stillness frightens them. They have - seen dead and wounded men before them, to the right or left, in rear, for hours, but have scarcely given them a thought Now when the hash comes the frenzy gradually goes away, and they stand appalled at the slaughter. The hush does not last long. It is bro? ken by the cries of the wounded-by men who have suffered pain and thirst and fear for long hours. There is nothing ? known to living man which can be com? pared to these cries rising fi om a field >of slaughter as night comes down. Men who have suffered and made r?o outcry while daylight lasted now seem to be seized with a fear of the darkness. Men who seemed to have been struck dead are revived by the falling dew to plead for life. Some call out in quavering voices, like children when in the dark? ness. Some curse; some pray ; some re? vile. Here and there one, realizing that he is wounded unto death and that help will come too late, maintains silence. With an effort which starts the red blood afresh, he carries his hand to the pocket in which lies a photograph of sweet? heart or a last letter from the wife at home, and the burial party finds his dead fingers clutching the relic and his glazed eyes fastened upon it-his last glimpse of things mortal. The full horror of a battlefield is re? alized only at night. While darkness shuts out a thousand horrible sights, it yet adds to the horrors. Here and there parties searching for some officer, dead or wounded, move about with lantern or torch to guide them. They step over the dead. They tread upon hands and arms outstretched. They slip and stag? ger on the spots of earth wet with blood. The wounded bear and see them moving about, and they call out with renewed strength for succor. A wounded horse who has been lying down in a pool of blood sees the light approaching, and there is something human in his whim? perings. He pleads and coaxes. With a great effort he gains his feet and hob? bles alon{_ and utters his pleadings and reproaches. On this battlefield of Cold Harbor are nine or ten thousand dead men, ten or twelve thousand wounded. The living and unhurt are exhausted with the day's struggle, and the wounded must lie through the night There are no search? ing parties abroad, no details to give succor. From forest and thicket and field the cries of the stricken continue hour after hour, but they cry in vain. In the swamp over which Hood charged wounded inen lap the water thick "with mud and slime. They straggle as they sink slowly into the ooze, straggle and shoat and pray, bat dig their own graves, as it were, and some of their blackened bones are there today. Here, where the brigades of Hill moved over the open ground to charge the troops of Seymour and Reynolds, the dead lie thicker than they will in the streets at Fredricksbnrg or on the slopes at Get? tysburg. There are no wounded-at least no voices cry oat to ns through the darkness. Here the Federals had 30 pieces of artillery posted to command the approach, and as the Confederates advanced the slaughter was something terrible. Sixteen hundred and eighty dead men lie here in this open spot of five acres. They were strack down by round shot, by bursting shell and by grape and canister. There are bodies without heads, bodies without arms, bodies which are but fragments. When the burial party reaches this spot to? morrow, they will name it "The Butch? er Pen," and that name will cling to it forevermore. Napoleon would have said that no troops in the world could have been advanced under that awful fire, but from 4 o'clock to sundown the Con? federates charged again and again, leav? ing their dead nearer earthwork and breastwork each time. Here, where Porter massed 80 guns at Alexander's Bridge in the vain hope of saving the center, the dead cannot be gathered and buried for days. They are not corpses, bat fragments of corpses. Arms and legs will be found amid the branches of trees, and hands and feet and pieces of flesh and bloody bones must be raked up as if it were a hayfield. Here, where General Cooke with bis cav? alry charged one of Longstreet's divi? sions and was broken and shattered and routed within five minutes, 500 horses cover two acres of ground. Among them aref300 dead and wounded troopers. It was a gallant charge, bat it was made in vain. Even by noonday no man can passover that field without staining his boots with blood. If corn grows here in after years when men shall be at peace, it will grow rank and tall, and the rustle of the stalks in the summer wind will sound like a chant in memory of the dead. lt is midnight McClellan is moving quietly to the rear, the Confederates along his front watching, waiting, sleeping. The wounded have almost ceased to call out. The faces of the dead have been made whiter and more ghast? ly by the bath of dew. And now the Tliey kneel beside thc dead and search each poctet. ghoul steals away from the dying camp? fire into the darkness and skulks and creeps and crawls about in search of plunder. Every army has its humuo hyenas. They may have fought brave? ly during the brttle, but as night falls and men cease their work of killing the ghoulish instinct cannot be resisted. They kneel beside the dead and search each pocket. Their knees feel the earth wet with blood, but they do not shrink. Their hands touch gaping wounds and j are smeared with blood, but there is no disgust. Whatever plunder they secure is blood stained, but on the morrow they will wash away the stains. "Here-this way-for God's sake give me water!" It is a wounded man who has heard ! the ghoul moving about. No matter i whether he is a friend or foe, he may ! yield plunder. The ghoul bends over ! him and begins a search. The wound? ed man may quietly submit, hoping at least to be rewarded with water enoug'i to moisten his parched tongue and burn- ; ing throat. If so, he is spared. If not, j strong fingers seize his throat and fasten j there until he is dead, or his own bay- j onet may be driven into his heart. And when the summer sun comes np j again a hundred burial parties will be ] scattered along this front, aud?a thou- ! sand men will be busy digging the long trenches into which the dead are to lie i heaped. There will be no time wasted. '. The dead will be picked up as fast as possible and dragged or carried to the trenches. No one will ask their names, j no one search their pockets. Side by ! side, like sticks of wood, heads all cue way, and then a covering of dirt is be? grudgingly given. Years later the trenches hidden by brier and bush will be opened, and the bones lifted out to j be carried to the spot where a single : monument must serve to cherish the ! memory of thousands. CHAPTER XVIII. The name "Rest Haven" had been given to the house in the mountains to , which the Percys retreated from Win? chester. The first idea was to make use of it for only a few weeks-until the war was over. Nobody in the south after the Confederate victory at Bull Run doubted that peace would be long coming. They were hardly settled when Jackson recaptured Winchester. They had scarcely heard this news when the town was reoccupied by a Federal force. In the last battle for possession the Per? cy mansion and all outbuildings were ! I burned to t?e ground. Others~shar< j the same fate. Indeed the flames J war wiped out a third of the town befo: I war was hardly more than a holiday. I For a few days after learning of th ! disaster the Percys talked of leavir ! the valley for some point farther sout) j but just as they had made up the i minds to go Mrs. Percy fell serious] j ill, and that occurrence checkmated a I plans for leaving Best Haven. The servants who had fled from tl ' house at Winchester did not retnri but with hundreds of other colored pe< i pie made their way to Harper's Fen and thence to Washington. Uncle Be j was the only one left, and bnt for ti presence of Mrs. Baxter the ladie would have been in sore straits. Th slaves, male and female, were escapin from the villages and plantations i droves, and the two or three wome whom Uncle Ben induced to enter int service at the Haven disappeared wit the first dark night. While Marian Percy felt distrust c Mrs. Baxter, the Woman was so re spectral in demeanor and rendered hex self in all ways so useful that the feel ing rather diminished than increased Uncle Ben, on the contrary, grew t hate her worse and worse as time passe? on. He could not conceal his dislik of her, though he restrained his tongu from denunciation. He realized tha under the circumstances it was not onl; policy but duty to do so. One day h found opportunity to say to Marian: ** Miss Sunshine, do yo' 'member wha I dun told yo' befo' we left Wincheste: 'bout dat Missus Baxter?'* " Yes," she replied, "but I think yoi were mistaken. She is a little queel about some things, but on tbe whole J very good woman. I don't know hov we could have got along without her.' 1 ' M ebbe I was mistooken, ' ' said tJnch Ben as he thoughtfully scratched hil head, ''but dar's a heap o' things I can'1 jest make out. Who yo' reckon dun bir writin letters to her?" "Her husband probably." "Den why don't dem letters cum wid yo' mail when II dun bring it up? Fae seen a strange man ridin by on a mew] who brought letters to her three or fo' times. I'ze seen her writin letters twc or three times, but she nebber did send 'em to town by me. What all dat mean. Miss Sunshine?" "Ob, it's just her queer way, Uncle Ben, and there is nothing to worry about," replied Marian, though his statements filled her with surprise. "Quare ways, eh? Waal, I'zegwine to keep boaf my eyes open all de time. Su nth in gwine to cum from all dis. Miss Sunshine. Sunthin bound to come. White folks doan' act dat way onless dey means mischief. I hain't gwine to say nuffin to nobody, but I'ze gwine to be prepar'd fur trouble!" When Mrs. Percy fell ill, Ben suc? ceeded in securing for awhile the serv? ices of an old colored woman who seem? ingly had no longing for liberty, and such assistance as the neighbors could extend was freely given. The doctor who had been called lived seven miles away, and the old man bad frequently to ride back and forth over a highway on which very few farmers had located. On one of these excursions, and when within a mile of home on his return trip, he caught sight of a man and woman as they moved out of the road and disap? peared in a thicket. He was close enough to be satisfied that the woman was Mrs. Baxter, and that the man was a Confederate officer, and their anxiety to avoid him aroused all his suspicions. He intended to communicate with Miss Marian at once, but circumstances pre? vented, and next day the household was surprised by a call from Captain Wyle and his cavalry company. He stated that he was on detached duty in that neighborhood. While the captain bad been given to anderstand that his sait was hopeless, and while Marian fully realized that he had done and was still doing all in his power to degrade and disgrace the man she had accepted, she nevertheless felt that it was policy to receive him courteously and shun anything that might lead to arousing a new feeling of enmity against Kenton. On his part the captain was careful to say nothing that might wound or offend, and his hour's visit was therefore a very agree? able ene. He extended his sympathies, offered to do anything in his power to relieve their anxieties and rode away with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He argued that Marian was wavering in her faith in Kenton, and that time and circumstance would bring about the change he desired. Man's most frequent boast is that he can read and understand woman, and yet it is in that he is oftenest deceived. Few women can read and understand themselves. During the captain's visit Marian had been forced to notice the demeanor cf Mrs. Baxter. She seemed transformed into a new being-smiling, laughing and appearing to be full of joy over something. When the visitor had de? parted, she was fulsome in his praise, and for the first time since coming to the Percys' she betrayed her real state of feeling. She was an ally of the cap? tain's. Why? After ' puzzling for a time Marian asked: "Did Captain Wyle bring you news of your husband?" "Yes'xn. Ike has got back to Win- j chester, along with the others. The Yankees got af eared that Ike would j break loose and do awful damage, and so they let him go." 1 He was wounded, wasn't he?" "Yes'm, and he un won't be fitten 1 to go back to the army fur some weeks yit. When he un does, he'll hev a crit- j ter and a sword and ride around with j Captain Wyle." "Perhaps they'll make him an ofticer for his bravery." j "He un deserves it, fur suah-of co'se him does'." replied Mrs. Baxter, with a good deal of vigor. "If it wasn't fur that onery Yankee" "Do you mean Mr. Kenton?" asked Marian as tho woman caught herself. "I-I dun forget!" she stammered, j "Thar's bin so much fussin 'bout war j that I'm talkin 'bout Yankees half the | time. Yes, I hope they'll make Ike an ossifer right away." His hour's visit was therefore a very agreeable on e. * She excused herself and was hasten? ing away when Marian detained her to ask: 'Mrs. Baxter, has there ever been any trouble between yonr husband and Mr. Kenton?" "I-I jest can't declar'i" "But yon feel bitter toward Mr. Ken? ton. Will yon tell me why?" M Why, he un stands in Ike's way, and 1 orter feel hardwise, hadn't I?" "I can't understand how he stands in Ike's way." "Nor I either, but that's what Ike says, and that's what Captain Wy le says, and him jest orter be driv' over into the Yankee army whar he belongs! He un's a spy, Miss Percy, a regular T?skee snr. and him's mean as mien. and somebody ortet shoot him, and Cap? tain Wyle says" But she checked hetself again. Her feelings had been aroused, and she had said far more than she intended. She was half laughing, half crying as she begged Marian's pardon and withdrew. Now Marian knew why Mrs. Baxter had come to her. She had a suspicion as to the flight of her servants. The queer actions spoken of by Uncle Ben were now explained. It looked as if Captain Wyle and Mrs. Baxter were conspiring together, and the object was very plain. For reasons of his own the captain had aroused Mrs. Baxter's enmity toward Kenton and made Ike an enemy to be feared. There was a complication which puzzled Ma? rian, and as the days went by she was no wiser. If Uncle Ben made any new discoveries, he kept them to himself, and the mother was too ill to be worried over anything that could he kept from her. Three days after Captain Wyle's visit there were a clatter of hoofs and a jan? gle of sabers, and the road was alive with Federal cavalry for miles. It was a portion of Custer's brigade making a reconnoissanee in force, and Custer him? self rode at the head. While the com? mand halted at a creek below the house to water their horses and eat a noon? day meal from their haversacks the general and his staff halted at the door in search of refreshment. They were politely and even kindly received by Marian, who insisted upon supplying them with whatever the house afforded. Captain Wyle had boastfully announced that there was not a Yankee in uniform within 50 miles of Rest Haven. Here was proof that they even held the terri? tory round abont her. When General Custer understood that she was a refu? gee from Winchester, he informed her that the Federals then held nearly all the Shenandoah and Loray valleys, and there was every prospect of their per? manent occupation. He kindly offered her all possible assistance if she desired to pass through the lines in any direc? tion, but it was plain that the mother was then too ill to undertake even the shortest journey. He begged her to ac? cept some commissary stores-coffee, sugar and meat-and realizing the spirit which had prompted him she did not refuse. The first two articles bad not only become luxuries in the war ridden valley, but were not to be had even in exchange for gold. That was Marian's first sight of Cus? ter, but it was not to be her last. CHAPTER XIX. As the Federals poured into the Shen? andoah valley and regained lost ground the quartermaster and commissary stores left by Jackson under the guard of a few score men at Harrisonburg were made ready to be forwarded to Richmond. While Royal Kenton fully realized that bis being left behind was but another move in the conspiracy to destroy him, he allowed no one to un? derstand the real state of his feelings. There was work to do, and plenty of it, and he took hold sc willingly that only a few days bad passed before he was commended for his zeal by the major in command of the post. Unexpected difficulties arose about securing transportation, and though re? ports of a Federal advance were daily received the major hung on in hopes of j saving the stores. One morning at sun- j rise his pickets were driven in by troop- ? ers in blue, and 10 minutes later he re- j ceived a summons from General Custer to surrender. He had only about 200 men all told, while it was plain to be seen that he was fairly surrounded by the force opposed. He asked for 13 ? minutes to consider and at the end of that time returned a refusal. His little force almost to a man had agreed to fight to the last. Three or four earth? works had been thrown up to protect the supply depot, but they were with? out artillery. The force was divided so as to man them all, and Royal Kenton and Steve Brayton found themselves and about 20 other men in a work with? out even a noncommissioned officer among them. As they were already un? der fire, Kenton was by common consent given command. "We uns is gone up this time fur i suah," observed Steve as Custer posted j his brigade and then opened fire with a j batter}-, "but I reckon we might sorter j hang on furawhikTand let 'em see we hain't skeert. Yesterday I figgered that one Confederate could lick about seven Yankees in any sort o' scrimmage, but j dod rot my buttons if things don't look different today!" The earthwork sheltered them from the shot and shell of the artillery, and Custer posted his brigade and then opem fire with a battery.' Kenton ordered the little "band to 1 ready for the dash he knew would soon? or later be made. The Federals con) be seen dismounting just outside < musket range, and as a force of a bot 500 were moving ont to charge the fo] held hythe major he raised a white fla in token of surrender. The other tw refused to be bound by his action, br one of them was charged with cheei and hurrahs and'eaptnred after filing single volley. "Waal, Tank, what's the word now? asked one of Kenton's men as all real ized the sta*? of affairs. "Fight!" was the brief reply. "I a ll us knowed he un was game Three cheers for Kenton ! ' ' shouted Stev Brayton. They were given with a will, but be fore the echoes had died away Custer' entire battery was turned against th fort, while a hundred dismounted rae crept within rifle shot and opened a fir which obliged the defenders to rema!: inactive. Kenton knew that the fir would cease as a charge was about ti be made. This, owing to the Dature o the ground, could only be made fron one direction and by a small body o men. The lull came, and under cove: of the smoke 200 dismounted men o the Fifth Michigan dashed forward They were received by a volley whicl staggered and checked them, and whil< rallying the little band had time to re load. One more volley sent the troop ers back to cover, and Steve Braytoi threw his hat into the air and shouted "We uns has just licked the hui! Yankee army right out of its butes anc ar' gwine to march on Washington!" Kenton expected another charge with? in 10 minutes, but instead of that Cus? ter sent in a flag of truce and a demand to surrender. He stated that an at? tempt to hold the position after all tb? others had been taken was simply a reckless waste of human life. He knew their exact number and knew they had neither food nor water. They had proved themselves brave men, and he trusted they would now realize the situation and accept it as brave men should. Kenton read the note aloud, so that all could hear, and when he had finished it he said : "We might stop another charge, but they aie certain to capture us in the end. I advise surrender. ' ' There were a few dissenters, but 15 minutes later the 22 men had marched out and grounded their arms in token of surrender. Their captors were men who could appreciate bravery, no mat? ter'by whom displayed. As the suiren der was made 4,000 troopers waved their hats and cheered. "I am not an officer, and I therefore have no sword to surrender, " said Ken? ton as General Custer rode to the head of the short line and seemed somewhat astonished to find only private soldiers. "But who commanded in there?" asked the general. "I gave what orders were given, sir." "Well, the southern confederacy made a miss of it in not making you a captain long ago. Had the other forts held out as pluckily as you did we should have had a hard fight to get at the stores. " While a list of the prisoners was be? ing made out and the arms collected the troopers turned their attention to the stores. The idea was not to remove but to destroy them. The quickest way to do it was to apply the jtorch, and in the course of an hour everything was in flames. The Confederate major had, as stated, surrendered the fort he occupied with about 80 of the men without firing a shot. A court martial would have promptly exonerated him from the charge of cowardice had it been made, for the situation was almost hopeless. That one of the forts should have held out and that the high private in com? mand of it should have been compli? mented for his bravery rankled in the major's heart. He received permission to enter the field where the rank and file were surrounded by a Federal guard, and searching out Royal Kenton he an? grily demanded: "By what authority did you presume to hold that fort after my surrender of the post?" "We did not know that your surren? der included more than the fort you were holding," replied Kenton. "Captain Wy le told me something about you before he left,'" continued the major. "He regarded you with tho greatest suspicion, lt would not have surprised me had you surrendered first of all." "I believe that honor was left to you, sir." quietly replied Kenton. "Hooray fur the Yank-three cheers fur Kenton!" shouted the excitable Steve. And they were given by the whole force of Confederates with great enthusiasm. "I fully understand your motive, sir!" exclaimed the major when the cheering had ceased. "You simply wanted to reap a little glory-to stand well in the estimation of your friends. You have accomplished it, but there will be a hereafter. The minute I am ex? changed I shall prefer charges and have yon court martialed. If you don't con? clude to remain among your Yankee friends, I shall" "Hear he un talk like a fool!" inter? rupted Steve, treading army discipline under foot in his excitement. "If the major hadn't surrendered befo' a man ?ras hit, these Yanks couldn't 'a' got us in all day!" "That's so! That's so!" shouted a hundred men. And the en eire lot began cheering for Steve Brayton. "And who are you, sir?" demanded the major, new pale with passion. "Private Steve Brayton, sir, of Cap? tain Wyle's critter company, and I wa? left behind here because I was a friend of Kenton's." "Oh, I see! Well. VU see to your case at tue same time. " " "Yes, and tell 'em thar's 15 dead and wounded men to show what we uns did befo' we surrendered," replied Steve. "Rush him! Rush him!" shouted the crowd, vercome by excitement anc forgetting the respect due an officer. The major backed away, but in an instant he was carried ofif bis feet and y rushed to the sentry line, and when he picked himself up off the grass he was bruised and battered and his uniform in a very dilapidated condition. Groans and hisses followed him as he walked away, and the laughter of the Federal troopers was in no sense a balm for bis ri Sled pride. It was noon before the stores were destroyed and the list of prisoners com- ? pleted. Then came an alarm. Colonel Mosby, who has been dubbed "The Bandit of the Potomac," but who .was as regularly commissioned as any officer in the Confederate' army, appeared in the ndghborhoncVwith sjbout 200 men, and before he was driven off and the . prisoners were ready to start down the - valley 'under guard it was midafter noon. "Yank. I've been thinkin this thing over," said Steve Brayton to Kenton as they moved off. "and I jest tell yo' we ar' in a fix. We hain't neither Federals nor Confeds any mo'I" "How do yon mean?" "Why, if we nns stay yere, we'll be held prisoners fur goodness knows how long, and if we git back to the Confed? eracy the major will make it hot fur us. Say, yo'! I don't know what yo're thinkin of jest this very minit, but I want to ask yo' a straight question." "Go ahead." "Yo' won't git mad?" "No." ' ? "Waal, then, don't yo' come porty nigh bein soft in the head? We uns don't want yo' on eur side,and the Yanks hanker to shoot at yo' every Show they git. If we uns don't want yo', what do yo' want to stay for? If yo' don't want to fight agin us, why don't yo* sorter drop out of the hull bizness and let go ? like a coon fallin from a limb?" (TO BB COSTIN UKD.J A **Lostf? Bing A very swell and very pretty girl, who lives not a mile from the big Fifth avenue cathedral, has been receiving countless condolences on the announced loss of her engagement ring, a sapphire between two big diamonds. She has been partially consoled by the gift from her fiance of another handsome ring. Now she is beginning to quake and have all sorts of qualms, both moral and mental, because she is afraid some one of the six persons who know the truth about the loss will tell that it occurred at the poker table, and that she in a moment of frenzy or enthusiasm put np the ring to "call" a $50 ''raise" and lost it This is an absolutely true sfory, as six persons who read it-and perhaps more by this time-will acknowledge. -Molly Knickerbocker in New York Recorder. Men's Visiting Cards. Men's visiting cards are usually small and long. They are engraved with the full name or initials, preceded by Mr. When not engraved, they should be writ? ten. Printed cards are in bad taste. Of course a doctor uses his professional title, as does a militar}* or naval officer. As a man's visiting card is his introduction, it should above all things be neat, plain and unobtrusive.-Ladies7 Home Jour naL Smothered by ? Dog. A 3-months-old infant of Charles Sal? mas of Bucksboro, N. 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