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se) (OSES CS NOWNOW WO vs PART I. On this June morning there is peace in the land. The Indian agent at Fort Bliss reserva- tion is congratulating himself on the meek and humble demeanor of the 3,000 subjects under his care, and teday his monthly re- port will announce that the war fever,which seized upon some of the bucks a week or so ago, has entirely vanished. Even “Bald- Faced “harley,” a subchief, and the worst of the lot, has settled himself down to be “a good boy.” At 6 o'clock in the morning Sergeant Yates rode out of Fort Bliss with seven troopers to repair the bridge at Devil's Run. Fit- teen miles to the west Devil's Run cuts across the military road, as it comes up from the Union Pacific railroad. It is a mountain torrent rushing through the rocky gorge, twenty feet wide, and the spot is wild and lonely. ‘At 9:30 o'clock, after guard mount, and before the men are ordered out for forenoon drill, Lieut. Day and Miss Phelps canter out of the fort for a ride across the country to the west. The officer is one of the three or four unmarried men at the post; Miss Phelps is Major Haliday’s niece, here on & three menths’ visit from the east. It is : beautiful morning, and so full of the baln of peace that the sick men in the hospita feel the effects of it like 2 tonic. At I! o'clock the soldier telegraph opera- tor at the post, who is smoking his pipe and looking out of the window at a troop drill, catches a sharp and sudden eall, and five minates later he hurrtes to the office of the adjutant with a telegram from the Indian agent, which reads: “Bald-Paced Charley and fifty fighting bucks jumped the reservation last night and headed for Little Valley! So, while congratulating himself on the hum itude of his charges, a war party had slipped off under cover of darkness, and had doubtless found their first victim be- fore he was out of bed. So Sergeant Yates and his seven men had departed for the exact Spot where the Indians would seek to cross the military road to fall upon the half- dozen settlers in Little Valley. And so, rid- ing forth across the plains toward the green-cove: foot-hills, Lieut. Day and were liable to ride into an am- n ten miles of the fort. The signs dd peace were base deception. after that dispatch was re- i Fort Bliss was in a state of turmoil. cover 0} Ss the renegade In- de straigh: Little Valley, thirty om the age and about the same ‘They had six hours ant to fall upon the rning. After mid- h reduced progr. che: t altogether. It thus ed that davlight found the war party north of the military road, and se to cross it until night bulk of them went into Unde in the ear a fos cam “k up information. e., w the two riders as seo to their assist- mounted on their fleet | y run of a mile, and | 1 waited. Ten min- 1 the riders passed direct for the Indian four warriors in their | at off. and as good as | ra mile or more they mpde on f the tion. Then, as they a ridge to breathe looked back and more “Never mind me!” he sternly cried. the noted ans following. There 3 riding about every the way these es was proof to renegades and meant with a revolver the feot-hilis—to . This road was could reach it they ¥ mail coach or tending the gal- and the working were might run upon the me freighters, or, b ch Devii's Run “You see those I quietly asked to the redskins agv: Miss Phelps?" as he pointed neing at a walk. They doubtless belong to a war party which has broken loese from the reserva- tion. military r s off this way. We must ride for it. Get a firm seat in| our sariJie and give your horse the rein d stop for nothi I shall follow clos bebind, but never @ me. If you are alene when you reach the road turn to the left and keep on until you reach the Run.” “Do ean it?’ she said, as the color died her face and her lip trem- bled. “Every word of it, my dear friend. Be a brave girl and do as I tell you. Our horses ar Il fresh, and please God we may kee ir distance Ready now. We sha a good ha you——you—! er mind me,” he sternly commanded. ut you must pay r—turn to the left mile the start.” when you strike the road. Give your horse his head and trust him to find his way. Now you are off!” Ki! Yi! Yi!" came the yells of the In- dians as the two riders,started off, and then the race be For the first mile it was an even race. Then the Indians began to gain, inch by inch, and as they did so the officer began to drop back. The girl was riding with a firm seat and her horse was picking his own route. The Indians continued their yelling, but as they pt nearer and nearer the reports of their rifles were adde As a bullet sang over her head Miss Phelps looked back a white, scared face, but the offic 1 at her and motioned for her to pay no attention. ‘Phere came a sec- ond, a third and a fourth. Then the lieu- tenant felt a sudden pain in his right shoulder—a sensation as if a hot iron had touched the flesh, and he changed the reirs to his left hand and muttered to a bullet through the shoulder, but they can’t do as well again!” It was wild shooting on the part of the pursuers, but they were counting on luck. in Although they had gained somewhat the race the long-legged cavalry hor: had tne advantage in climbing the ridg and w still in good wind. They were certain to reach the military road first, barring accident. Bullet after bullet went flying after the fugitives, and when the road was only a mile away the officer sud- denly lifted in his saddle again. A bullet had ‘struck him in the left hip. The In- dians knew that he was hit again and yell- ed in triumph. The girl looked back, and the officer closed up the distance and shout- ed to her through his clinched teeth: “We are close upon the road now! Be sure and turn to the leit!" Down the slope of a ridge as steep as @ house roof thundered the riders into the highway, and after them came the red- @kins. A turn to the left, and then, riding ide by side, the officer and the girl used the spurs for the first time and began to draw quickly away. The race was Jost to the pursuers, and in their rage they fired their Winchesters as fast as they could pull the trigger. Ping! Ping! Ping! sang the bullets. One of them grazed the lady’s hat—another passed through her riding skirt—a third struck the officer in the calf of the right leg. AT DEVILS RUN. BY CHARLES B. LEWIS. (Copyright, 1896, by the Bacheller Syndicate.) ULACITIPAAS but scouts were sent out | om their pesiticn on | oping over the plains. A signal | | girl were | and a man of nerve. THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JULY 28, 18996-TWENTY-FOYR PAGES, mee you hit?” ke asked, as he turned to er. ‘No—are you?” “Only grazed, I think. It can’t be over two miles to the run, and the Indians will ee give up the chase. Hello—what's is!” Half an hour previously one of the cer- geant’s party at Devil’s Run had climbed a high hill to examine some growing tim- ber, which might be used-for the bridge. Looking away to the cast he had scen the officer and the lady as they galloped for their lives, and he had no sooner given the alarm than the sergeant ordered every man to saddle up. It took ten minutes to get started, but they rode fast and were in time. As they met the fugitives they drew aside and let them pass and then fell upon the four Indians and wiped three of them, off the face of the earth. The fourth abandoned his pony and escaped up a ra- vine. When the sergeant rode back in search of his officer and the lady he found them in his camp at Devil’s Run. The Heutenant was lying on the ground, and Miss Phelps was near by, crying and wring- ing her hands and calling for help. “What's up, mum?” called the sergeant, as he rode up and dismounted. “He is dead—don’t you see he is dead?” she wailed in reply. “Looks like it. Shot in the leg, hip and shoulder! Ye gods, but what pluck to hang on as he did! No, he isn’t dead! Here, Wilkins, get some water, and you, Green, “He is dead—” help me to cut his clothes off and dress these hurts. Grant, you lead the lady away a bit and talk to her till she calms down, and the rest of you keep your eyes open for Indians. A band has jumped the reservation and will try to cross here, and we may have the whole crowd down on us at any moment. The “lady from the east,” called her, had n as the soldiers er seen a hostile !ndian in her life, and such a crisis as she had passed through would have weakened the herves of almost any man. She pulled her- self together in a few minutes, however, she reached the side of the wounded to offer assisiance he opened his yes and looked about him and asked: “What is it, sergeant—what has hap- pened?” “You got a run from the Indians, sir, and you are wounded in three places. I'm patching you up, lieutenant, and in five end a man to the fort for the “And Miss Phelps?” “Unhurt, and here to ar wer for herself, hank God for that A few minutes later, while the bluff but good-hearted sergeant and the half-crying patching up” the wounded of- ficer for his ride to the fort, a trooper was sent off to the fort with a message. He had not been gone ten minutes when the reports of rifles were heard, and in an- other ten he was back and reporting. “Sergeant, the reptiles are in ambush along the road bestdé that big dead pine! I caught sight of at least five or six of them as they fired, and my horse is hit and I've a bullet in’ my leg!” “We are cut off, sir!” reported the ser- geant, in turn, to the lieutenant. Sa But the officer had fainted from the loss of blood and the pain of his wounds. PART Il. It was lucky for the horor of the old —th cavalry that Sergt. Yates had been sent out in command of that bridge-re- pairing party. It was lucky for the wound- ed lieutenant, for “the lady from the east” and for all concerned except the Indians. The sergeant was a veteran Indian fighter The little troop had ccme out with only their blankets and ccoking utensils, expecting to pass only a night at the Run, and had camped down clese to their work. position was an exposed one, and the first move was to seek a better one. Such a place was at band among the bowlders on the hillside cverlooking the bridge. ‘wo troopers wer sent up the road a quarter of a mile to ct as videttes, two more down the road to ee if the Indians had reached it on that le, and as the lieuterant recovered con- ciousness again the ‘sergeant saluted and said: “We are going to move up among the reeks, sir. There come the men from be- low, and it’s sure we have the redskins on ‘both sides of us. No fear about our © The Soldiers Opened Fire. standing ~‘em boys, ewsy with hi The horses were unsaddled and driven down into the bed of the Run to take care of themselves. All the canteens, coffee pots and kettles were filled with fresh water and carried up to the new camp, and without fuss or excitement the entire party and all their belongings were soon posted on the hill. With their axes the men lopped off branches to make a bed for the wounded officer, and loose rocks were plied between the kowlders to make the position impregnable. When the ser- geant reported to his officer what he had done the latter replied: “Very well. You have done just the right thing. I am better now, and I'll try to help you out with advice. If the In- dians attack see that Miss Phelps is well sheltered. If t reds are above and be- lew we can’t expect help. How are the men?” “All right, sir. Davis {s wounded, but not disabled, and there'll be eight of us to hold the place. We can hold it for a week. If the lady will look after you we'll take care of the murdering redskins.” The officer felt his position keenly, but it could not be helped. Such was the pain of the wound in the hip that he-was com- pelled to lie at full length. Had he been able to sit up with his back to a rock bis p:stol_arm was useless. After her rally the girl had taken hold in a way to prove that she had plenty of pluck, and she now announced her readiness to take charge of the helpless man. Do you look for love amd romance here? If so, I must disap- roint you. Miss Phelps was already en- gaged to a young man in her home city, and Lieut. Day had passed into confirmed bachelorhood. Her heart was big with ff, however. Now, titude, courage, atid on his he had that chiy- alrous * an tion for tl ex ay : to found in army a cer, ways showing stronger the ae: from of 2 u had nol a is ‘wot not have received tlicse bullets!” she ences, aac nee she wet the over his wot “They are méfe scratches and won't bother @ mo) he stoutly replied. regret is that I can’t sjt up « ry ore ao You must act as my as well as nurse. How are the men posted?” “On the three sides of the square,” she replied. “I do not want to call the sergeant away. Go down to him and ask if there are any signs of Indians yet. They may cross the road without attacking us.” In five minutes she returned to report. “The sergeant says the Indians are clos- ing in from the west and thé north, and he expects a rush within ten minutes. He has counted as high as thirty, but believes the party is much larger.” The Indians did not wait ten minutes. They hed left men to hold the road above and below, and they aimed to wipe out the soldiers and then make their dash into Lit- tle Valley and out again before any news could reach Fort Bliss. There were about thirty in the rush against the two sides of the camp most open to attack—fifteen on a side. At a signal whoop they came tear- ing up the slope, covered with trees, shrubs and bowlders, and never did red men dis- play more pluck and determination. The soldiers opened fire as soon as a stormer could be sighted, and with her face as white as the clouds above and her heart in her mouth, Miss Phelps reported to the groaning ollicer: “The men are down on their knees and firing over the rocks. They do not seem at all excited. There—I see an Indian on the north side—I see two others down there! How they shriek and yell! One has leaped the rocks! There comes another, but the sergeant—” “And I lying here helpless!” shouted the officer. “Is the sergeant down? For Gol's sake, tell me what is happenin; “No! The sergeant shot one and brained the other with his clubbed mus- ket! The men are cheering, the Indians have been beaten off! Three minutes later the sergeant came up to salute and report. “We drove them back, sir, and I think we killed seven or eight, but I've lost two men killed and a third badly wounded.” “Well done, sergeant!” replied the of- ficer when he could control his voice. ‘I’m sorry for the loss, but perhaps the Indians wil stay licked.” “I'm afraid they won't, sir. I never saw such devils. I must get back to the men and look out for another dash. If they come as they did before we'll have a hard job of it.” “Is he afraid the Indians will overpower him?” asked the girl when the sergeant was gone. “Yes, if they rush him again. only five men now.” “And if we are captured?” z “We wen't be!” quietly replied the officer. “Put my revolver here at my left hand, and do you sit down here! If the Indians carry the camp I shall shoot you and then put a bullet into my own head!” There are “Yes—yes—tnat will be the way!” she said as she handed him the weapon and sat down at his elbow. “There they come again! Yes, you will shoot ime first! “Are the men cool?’ asked the officer, as the carbines began to ‘speak. “Yes—same as before. There comes the Indians! I can see one—two—three—God have mercy on us!’ “Are they inside? “Yes—yes—shoot me!’ “Be quiet! What's the sergeant doing?” “He's—he's tighting—the men are fight- ing—oh, God, but how they are fighting!” she shrieked as she hid her face in her hands. “And now?” asked the Heutenaut, as the beads of perspiration stood out on his fore- head and his eyes burned like coals of fire. “The Indians are down—they have beer driven out—the men are cheerir gs for vic- she gasped as she leaped up. hey came again, sir, as I thought they would,” said the sergeant, as he came up to report, “but we have beaten them off. Their loss is so heavy that they won't try it again.” “And about our loss?” cer. “Sorry to report, sir, that the men are all down but Barnes and me.” “What! All dead!” asked the offi- Miss Phelps Called to Them. “All dead, sir. The man wounded be fore was killed in this rush. Barnes has a scratch or s9 and I've got the same, but I think the worst is over now. They'll hang about and do some shooting, but they won't rush on us again. If they do, we'll fall back here and—and. And die together, he meant, though he did not utter the words. The officer under- stood and smiled grimly; the girl under- stood, and in her heart she felt more ad- miration for the weather-beaten old ser- eant than for any other man living. The Indians did not rush again. They had lost thirteen In killed and five or six wounded, and they did not know how great a loss they had inflicted on the defender: Their raid into Little Valley must be given up, and they would sneak back to the res- ervation and become “good Indians” again. Before going, however, they wanted re- venge for their dead and wounded. Scat- tering about, and two or three of them climbing trees to get a plunging fire, they began a desultory fusillade, and at the end of a quarter of an hcur Private Barnes was shot through the head. Miss Phelps was reporting the tragedy to the lieutenant when Sergeant Yates came up and saluted and announced: “Barnes is gone, sir; but I'H do the best I can alone. I think the devils are about to give up the fight, but the lady must lie close or some sharpshooter will pick her off. Please keep down, miss. Any orders, lieutenant?” “None, sergeant. The news of this party getting away from the reservation must have been telegraphed the fort, and_no doubt troops have been sent out. We ought to be hearing from some of them soon.”” “That's it, sir, and I'll go back to the big bowlders and try and pot the red devils in the big tree.” After that the fire of the Indians slack- ened to an occasional shot, and the wound- ed officer read the sign aright. The dis- comfited redskins were making ready to re- tire. Scarcely ten minutes had gone by when the reports of carbines were heard to tke east, followed by cheers, and as the sergeant cheered and Miss Phelps clapped her hands, the lieutenant exclaimed: “Thank God for that! It is a detachment from the fort, looking after us and the sergeant’s party, and we are saved! Listen to the hoof-beats of the horses!” “Hooray! Hooray! It’s our boys com- ing!” shouted the sergeant, as he swung his cap and danced about. There was just one more report from a rifle, but neither the girl nor the officer gave it any attention. They were looking fof the rescuers, and as the troopers came in sight on the road below, Miss Phelps climbed over the rocks and called to them. A captain was in command, and as he scrambled up the hill, followed by a dozen dismounted men, he reached out for the hand of the hysterical girl, and shouted: “Thank God, we have found you alive! Where is the lieutenant?”. She pointed to the helpless man on the bed of boughs, but could not utter a word. “Eh, old man, did they pot you?” asked the captain, as he bent over his comrade, “Yes, got me pretty bad. It was a hot little fight, but I was not in it. The ser- geant, God biess him, deserves all the credit. You came just in time. He told me a moment ago that all his men had been wiped out.” “God forbid! Where is Yates?” “Down that way.” “Yes, I see him kneeling beside the big rock. Oh, sergeant!” | The sergeant did not move nor answer. 21 © oe him on the shouldét, and said: ,. a eer nt! Get? Gp: here and let’ over thise:. has been tell- me how cool and ;braye——” ‘The captain walked down, to him and clap- rt e kneeling man guddenly toppled over and then free, tain saw that ho bad teen talking #6 -atdead mani The it bullet fired by an.Indian had struck im fair in the forehead.,.It was what the army folks call “the Wipe-out at Devil’s Run.” (The ena) ——— AWAKBE AGAIN APTER 24 YEARS. rn. Mr. McClelland Knows, How Rip Van Winkle Felt When He Woke Up. From the Pittsburg Dispatch. The village of Grayavillg,.has developed a strange case as viewed? from a medical standpoint—that of a man who had lain upon his bed for twenty-four ycars, dur- ing @ great part cf which time he was blind and speechless, and sometimes una- ble to hear, but can now walk about with the aid of crutches, and his eyesight, voice and hearing all restored. This man is Asa McClelland. He was a soldier in the late war, being a member of Company C, 18th Pennsylvania Cavalry, and will be remem- bered by many of his old comrades. In the early part of the '70s he was taken ill and became bedfast. He lost the use of his body, and finally sank into a half-con- sclous state, during which he lost both eye- sight and power to speak, and for a time could not hear. Som2 time before his ill- ness his mind became temporarily affected, and he attempted to take his life by shoot- ing. The ball struck him near the base of the brain, but failed to penetrate the skull. But little injury was done, apparently, by the wound, and he went about for several menths afterward. After he became ill his case baffled the aid of physicians, Much of the time he would He upon his bed with his head and entire body under covers. He would show no sign of recogni- tion, and his food was frequently pushed under the covers within his reach, and thus he ate enough to sustain life. This lasted during a period of twenty-four years. Af- ter the first few years old acquaintances ceased their visits, and he almost dropped out of their remembrance. He now relates the following strange story: A short time ago he felt strength sudden- ly return to his body, and had an impulse to rise. He tried to do so and found that he could get up. About the same time he found his eyesight restored. He had not uttered a sound for years, but the thought occurred to him to speak, and he found his voice restored. His first attempt to walk was by resting his hands upon the back of a chair and pushing it along, but he now uses crutches. He had forgotten many words, and those were taught him just as a little child is Instructed. In the same way he was taught to read aguin. Everything was new to him. He, however, remembered the names and faces of former acquaintances. An old uequaintance who had not seen him for many years met him at the store at Gray: ville, and was quickly recognized by Me- Clelland. The latter refers to the period of his Ife prior to his illness as one who has been away in another part of the country for many years and has just returned. He speaks of places about the village as “when I was here before they looked so and so.” He says there were but two or three houses In Graysville when he was there then. Like Rip Van Winkle, he seems to have awakened from a long dream. He says that during his illness he many times able to hear what was said, but had not the power to whisper even a reply. He has an interest in a piece of land, and draws a small pension, and says he now Is able to coyduct his own business.; Mr. McClelland is Afty-four years old, and formerly worked at the painting trade. , ; ms Se te THE SPARROW. A FABLE OF Man Would Become More Beautiful ia Old Age if He Lived # Natural Life. From the New York Bias The plain-looking bit: wery intelligent little Sparrow baving ‘made”an unusually early call upon her friend, the Man, was surprised, on entering the room through the partly closed shutters, to tind him tak- ing a bath in wgrm milk instead of water. “Oh, I beg pardon fér the intrusion,” said the Sparrow, ‘turningqhictly to Zo away. “Walt,” replied the Mam; “don’t apolo- size; old friends like us heed not siand on ceremony; I am always glad to see you. What can I do for.you or tell you this morning?” . “Thank you for your kindness,” sald the Sparrow. “I came for a little visit only, but since my timely arrival has shown me something new in baths, I hope you won't mind my asking you why you prefer milk to wate “I will tell you with pleasure,” answered the Man. “‘Um-just look at the housemaid over the way, the one who destroyed your nest for you ve that there is a faint resemblance between her and the thin, brown-faced old woman beside her?” “Ye-e-s, a faint resemblance,” answered the Sparrow, somewhat doubtfully. “All right. The old woman is the girl's mother—{ know her, for she is my laun- dress. The thin, haggard mother was no doubt at one time round and plump and rosy-cheeked —and—weil—very like her daughter is now; but old age is telling on her rapidly, and she is no longer charming to the eye. Now, the learned members of my race have discovered that baths of warm milk taken at proper intervals keep the skin soft and velvety-stay the hand of time for a space, as 1 may say. So I use the milk bath. Of course, it is only a make- shift; I must become like the old woman eventually, for nature's laws are not to be evaded for any length of time, and it is an inexorable law of nature that everything must fade and wither as old age comes on. Do you understand that?” “No, I do not,” replied the Sparrow, “and if you will pardon the presumption of one of the lower order of animals, I should like to ask how it happens that you never saw either the beauty of well-ripened fruit or the glories of a forest clothed in ripened foliage The Fun of Ynte Students, From the w Haven Register. The campus elms these days are placara- ed with many grotesque advertisemenis The students are seiling out their furni- ture, and here are some of the advertise- ments: “Fine bookcase for sale; has been braced up after two attacks of nervous prostra- ticn, and is now all right, except for a little palsy when you try to sleep on the top shelf. Cail early and often; must be sold; no extra charge for palsy.” Another signgreads: “[ am Vanderbilt, therefore I can afford to sell cheap. Books, chairs, bed, bric-a-brac, everything except room walls, for sale. “All the iatin and Greek authors are conveniently interlined with English. Big inducement to fellows needing easy courses in classics.” Another sign is: ‘Buy now. A bed that’s like a circus springboard, and will make you rise early any day. ‘All you have to do is to hit your heels once against the sheet and up you are. Always thus out of bed in time if you do. the heel act soon enough. ‘The bed is warth $28, but has been marked down to $4.98. for this day.” .,One sign tells the beholder that there is “A great slaughter sale in any room, your- self included, if you,call and don’t buy. Six callers killed already") Business done with dispatch. No cablegrams answered. Our elevator always runs down. Walk up to No. —, North Middle. Not more than ten pieces of furniture sold to any one per- son. All speculators wafted.out the second- story window.” yt A student frankly tells the public through the medium of an elm tree placard: “All my furniture s as goad. as,new,for I wasn't in my room but twice this year. My books are not thumb-solled, for I never used them.” Caught With a Shark. From The Los Angeles Times, 97 A sea lion story comes from San Diego that is substantiated by the skin of the lion now at the home of the captor. 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Many travelers have given us the benefit of their investigations and ideas, but none has yet reached that degree of excellence achieved by Henry Norman. In the preface Mr. Norman says: “This book is the result of nearly four years of travel and study in the countries and colonies of which it treats. I have described and discussed no place that I did not visit, and in every one I remained long enough, and was fortunate enough in learning the views and experi- ences of the local authorities and best-in- formed residents, to make sure at any rate that I was not misled into mere hasty im- No careful reader of the book leclare that Mr. Norman is a con- scientious historian, and clever. From the moment he commences to describe Shang- hai until—some six hundred pages later— he casts the horoscope of the far east, he is interesting, instructive, thrilling and amusing. He sketches people and with wonderful fidelity to nature, courses on politics and the economics of government with tremendous force, he has commercial, military and naval details at his pen’s point, he reveals the social life of strange lands without disregarding the hos- pitality of h's entertainers, he prophesies with power, and so clearly that his rea- s for forecasting are ail visible to the average mind; and all these things are done admirably. A vast quantity of whole- some truth is attractively set forth with- out fear or favor—even the statistical state- ments compel attention—and there is 1 eral display of illustrations, most of them the result of photographs taken by Mr. Norman. If Mr. Norman had never ren- dered the reading public any other service than the writing of this book, he would be a creditor whose claims could not easily be satisfied. There is, however, other indebt- edness. so the possibility of Mr. Norman ever being anything but a creditor is not apparent. Sous. Washington: AR. His. Life. Edward Mayes, LL.D, ishis House of the copal Church South. In Washington, where a close, personal Ferspective of the man was possible, no beok of the day has a richer biographi- cal interest than the life of the late Jus- tice Lamar. The work has been done by his son-in-law, Chancellor Mayes of the University of Mississippi, not merely as a tribute of affection, but with a literary strength and earnestness which has pro- duced not only an adequate portrayal of one of the most picturesque public char- acters of the times, but also a most in- teresting panorama of the events of which he was part. Natuarlly a great portion of the book is given to the reconstruction period, during which Mr. Lamar’s special errand in public life as a counsellor of peace brought him forth into «he light of fame. His eulogy of Charles Sum- ner, as well as his defense of the name of Jefferson Davis, and the many speeches which he made, in Congress and out, in the effort and hope of promoting the good- will between the sections and a reunited devotion to the flag of a common country, have been edited and appear in full. An appendix, embracing perhaps one-fourth of the volume, presents all the more im- portant speeches of his life, including his famous forensic duels with Mr. Blaine and Mr. Conkling. ABRAHAM LINCOLN. ing his Speech: Miscellaneous Wi Nicolay ard John I tury Company. W: Cineries L, Condit These two volumes are logically supple- mental to ‘the Lincoln biography written by Nicolay and Hay. Herein will be found every speech and letter of import- ance ever delivered or written by the mar- tyr President, whose greatness grows ap- preciably as time rolls on. The student of American history who has not read this collection of documents will be fatally defective as to information until the lack has been supplied. AT HAWARDEN WITIT Times and Nashville, Methodist Complete V orks, Pa by compris- a MR. GLADSTONE, and Other Transatlantic Experiences, By William H. Rideing. bomas ¥, Crowell & Co. Mr. William H. Rideing, the associate editor of the North American Review and of the Youth's Companion, whose charming little volume of English sketches, entitled “In the Land of Lorna Doone,” was so favorably received by the press last year, has followed it up with a similar sheaf of papers, the outcome of his experiences of travel and observation in the British Islands. The Gladstone sketch is ex- tremely pleasing, but it is by no means all of the volume. The chapters on “A Run Askore at Queenstown,” “The Route of the Wild Irishman,” “Quaint (id Yar- mouth,” “Law, Lawyers and Law Courts,” “The House of Commons” and “Old and New on the Atlantic,” are all very inter- esting. THE MYSTECY OF HANDWRITING. A Hand- book of Graphology. By J. Harrington Keene (‘Grapho"). Tilustrated. "Boston: Lee & Shepard. Discusses handwriting as an index to character, and does it so that any one who is up to the common average of intelli- gence can understand the science. The mystery will nevertheless remain. Not even Mr. Keene can tell us why there is a close relationship between a man's auto- graph and a man’s soul. Students will doubtless find this book helpful; those who are not students will become interested if they will only start to read it. WHAT THEY SAY IN NEW ENGLAND. A Book of Signs, Sayings and Superstitions. Collected by Clifton Johnson, author of “The New Eng- land Country,"’ *‘The Farmer's Boy,” &c. ton: Lee & Shepard. Mr. Johnson has here gathered and given us in the language in which he received them the odd sayings, rhymes and super- stitions which are or have been current in New England. The volume was begun with the idea of collecting for private en- tertainment the remnants of folk-lore which are in constant use in many New England households. “Not only was the number found to be remarkable, but, ac- cording to the compiler, the amount of be- lief still held in them is astonishing. The book is unique in style as well as in char- acter, and will be found of singular interest to ali and of special value to all lovers of folk-lore. MEMORIES OF HAWAT and Hawatian Corre- spondence. By Julius A. Palmer, Jr., Special Correspondent | “*Daily “Evening " Transcript.”* Boston: Lee & Shepard. Mr. Palmer endeavored in the newspaper correspondence of which this volume is built to treat his topics from practically all standpoints. He cries “Good Lord” and “Good devil” with equal force, and finally reaches conclusions that cannot be ac- cepted by either of the parties. It 1s an in- teresting but scrappily-constructed publi- Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U.S. Gov’t Report Baking Powder ABSOLUTELY PURE al Ro cation; a succession of unsuccessful efforts to please everybody. STORIES BY ENGLISH AUTHORS. Londoh. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. Washington: Brentano's. Most of these have beer published sepa- rately, but that fact cannot injure their qualities. The contributions are “The In- considerate Waiter,” by J. M. Barrie; “The Black Poodle,” by F. Anstey; “That Brute Simmons,” by Arthur Morrison; “A Rose | of the Ghetto,” by I. Zangwill London,” by Beatrice Harraden’ nibus,”” by Q, and “The Hired Baby, Marie Corelli. WIL 0’ THE WASP. A Sea Yarn of the Edited by Henry Lawrence, U w Brought Before the Public for Time by Robert Cameron Rogers. ae P. Putvam’s Sous, One of the best sea stories that has been told for years. Such a story as boys love to read and become enthusiastic over. A stcry of American valor, and British valor, too, in which the spirit of fighting Ameri- canism is cleverly sustained. Healthy throughout. LINCOL Political Revo- H. Oldroyd, author Laird ustrated. Chicago: This is the season for campaign litera- ture. And as there appear to be several people who are careless as to current dccu- ments this may prove to be the season for campaign literature which ts <wenty-six | years old. Capt. Oldroyd has gathered to- | gether a great deal of interesting historical material and now presents it in book form. Campaign speeches, campaign songs and cartoons are in the aggregation, ight to sell like the proverbial “hot A Glance at the By Rog Rion York: Charles Brentano's. “The reader must not expect much solid instruction,” in the introduction. “The true inwardness of Shinto, the nature of Nirvana, the im-| port of the irruption of Japan into the charmed circle of Aryan interests, such | problems as these must be ieft to others better able to cope with t to deal more with fancy than with the brilliant and amusing s foam and glitter. rather than with may lie beiow, whether weeds or pearl Amusing, odd and horrifying legend is nere in plenty. terature of | ‘0 find here the authors | ATHLETICS IN T of “Interne! Sport’ in Miustrated from I : Harp Wm. Ballanty & Sons. ‘y large majority of Americans who reside in or near large cities are or want to | be in the athletic class.. Those who are naturally fitted for track athletics, but who have no competent instructors, -will find this book a true guife. “The information is | set forth with brevity and clearness and in | a pleasingly popular way. Edit Round MARIA MITCHELL. Life, Letters a Journals, Compiled by “Phebe Mftehell Kendall, Hlus- trated, Boston: Lee & Shepard. A welcome memorial to a woman whose Breatness has” been established beyond | cavil. As an astrenomer she took place in | the front rank, and so marked was her ability that the American Academy of Arts | and Sciences admitted her to membership— the only time such an honor was ev GINETIE COMMERCIAL, AN AMBITION | SOME CORRE and Effects. By Marcus A. Miller. ne Ti a Pictures of t Neely. FROM WHOSE BOURNE. of “In the Midst the Mask,” “A Wor trated by’ Frank M. erick A. Stokes Co. Washingtot TRE U>DER SIDE OF ‘THING Lilian Bell, Old Maia, &e. New ¥ EN. A Noi author of “I Soul,"* * ‘They istia,”” STITUTIC ment to the F. Fenny & Lothrop G Beall, P. 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