Evening Star Newspaper, March 20, 1897, Page 19

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 1897-24 PAGES. 1 | o-} ESCAPED FROM LIBBY = How a Daring Prisoner Gained His Liberty. ss HE BOLDLY FACED THE GUARDS —___ + It Was a Desperate Game, but Successful. A MEMORY OF WAR TIME Written for The Evening Star. Lieut. Kupp of the S8th Pennsylvania ers was captured, with many of ment, at Gettysburg. He was known Pensyivania Dutchman,” and came Berks county, in that state, where two cen- and where their descendants cling to the old customs and the mother tengue even unto this day When T, with a number of other unfortu- nates, was taken on to Libby prison after the fierce fighting at Lookout and Mission- ary Ridge, one of the first men to attract my attention among the ragged, paie-faced mass of 1.200 officers In the building was Lieut. Kupp. it was summer at the time of Gettys- burg. the men captured in that battle were 4m light attire, and the long march down to Richmond, and the wear and tear on their thin blouses since then, had reduced and this Pennsylvania lieu- d to me to be the most ragged >m German colonists settled nearly turies ago, of ail Kupp was considerably over six feet in height, lank, long-limbed, and inclined to be round shouldered. He was about twen- ty-four years of age, and the gray eyes, Jong, dark hair and fuzz-covered face gave him the appearance of a North Carolina mountaineer. His comrades jokingly called n “the tar heel.”* he took it good urediy, and this resemblance was much Ic he made up his mind to use his own line for God's I orth. engrossed the “exchange” and rumors came from no day the re- cartel had ‘e to be sent within twenty- ions groups ot sugh the six id warehouse, All exchanged! Hur- ant disappointment failed to lezaen these rumors, nor did it weaken the hopes of the men who heard them. Perhaps I should say, Kupp was an exception, for he excited, was never stirred from blid bearing by the cry of “Pack up “I have nothing to pack.” he would say, with a grim smile, and without raising his exes from the bit of yellow bone he was tying to carve into a crucifix wi broken jack knife. ae Planning Escape. Plans for es were daring and in- humerable, but though nearly all were impracticaple, yet, unknown to their com | rades, twenty-five men, pledged to secrecy, ‘ere at this time digging in the darkness the great tunnel through which subsequent- ly 110 men escaped. When I get good and ready I’ fo lignt out” tegen This Kupp would say to the men unfold- their memes about him, but as he re- fused to tell how he proposed getting away, he was laughed at, and left to his bone carving Just before Christmas authorities, who refused to receive sup- Plies for the prisoners from the United Btates government. permitted friends in the Rorth to send down a little food and cloth- ing under a flag of truce Uniforms were contraband. so that all the clothes that | ame through were of the citizen style and Teaterial. Our frien learned of this priv- Siege and its 1 imitations, through the brief open letters we were permitted to send out once a month. fm this way some food and clothing came through to the officers from the northern states, and they generally divided the form- €r with their less fortunate comrades from West Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky and Missouri, whose old homes were still the scenes of constant fighting. Lieutenant Kupp rectived a huge box, full of hams, sausages, preserves, cheese and other good things from the old farm, but neither the memory of past hunger nor fear of the future prevented his inviting | men who had no boxes to help them- belve: Of all the things in the big box the one mo: delighted Kupp’s soul was a suit of butternut clothes, evidently of home Manufacture, even to the cloth. The lieutenant soon “shucked” his blue rags and donned the new suit. Thus at. tired. he strode up and down the “Upper Potomac room,” a hunk of bread in one hard and a chunk of ham in the other. “while his laughing comrades demanded to krow when he left “Noth Calin the confederate “Hit don’t mattah we'n I left,” responded Kupp, with an inimitable mountaineer | Grawi, “the thing that's a botherin’ me gow is we'n an’ how Ize gwine ter git ack, diers in Batternu As old soldiers will remember, the unt- forms of cur most gallant friends, the ene- my, were anything but uniform about thts | time. The citizen clothing, put aside at the beginning of the war, was sent to the front from home, though a gray hat, a gray trousers. or a gray coat was retained when- of confederates in prison along Carey rame in every morn- ners, Were dressed in e material roll eall, at this time, was us than efficient. Every ne gray, cold dawn of that Winter, the Yankees were the floors on which they lay ito the upper Potomac, or up- m—the latter was the name confederates. Through an all the men were counted kamauga, or upper mid- where they were free to do as i, within the prescribed Mrits. ‘The men at the head of the line, and they were usually the ones who had ‘something to cook, made a swift rush to the lower middle room, where there were four vld- fashioned, rusty kitchen stoves. When the count was over and no Yankee reported missing, the guards filed down to the west ground floor room, where “Black George,” the sergeant, and the prison clerk, ttle Ross,” reported to Major Turner, commandant of the prison. One morning, early in January, 1864, and about ten days after he had received the clothing from home, it was noticed that ‘pp, Who was usually among the first counted out, hung to the rear, and on this occasion was the very last. When Kupp came into the upper Chick- amauga room, the guard was forming to leave. Seizing the hand of Capt. Maas of his own regiment, who stood near by, the lieutenant whispered: “Good-bye, Ed; I’ break for God's land.” As this was the first intimation Capt. Maas had had of his friend’s purpese, he was too much astounded to make a reply. The next instant, Kupp had caught step and fell in behind the guard. He kept safely to the rear till the ser- geant of the guard bed reported to the of- ficer in charge. When the guard had pass- ef the sentinel at the door, Kupp walked over and saluted Turner, who by this time was seated at his desk inside a railing. Hearing the shufting of feet on the floor, ‘Turner looked up, and demanded: ‘Who the devil are you?” Tm from North Caliny,” Kupp. “How did you get in here?” “Follered the gahd, an’ I’ve been a wait- in’ to talk wid yo’. Ain’t yo Mistah Tur- nah?" “That's my name. Now, what do you want?” asked Turner, as he arose, angrily, fror: the desk. “Ive been in hospital, jest got out yes’- day, an’ thought foah I left fo’ the front going to make a responded I'd like to see the Yankee prizners,” said Kupp. “Go to the front, confound you, and you'll see more Yankees than you'll like!” shouted Turner. Put Out of Prison. “Then thar ain't no show fo’ me to see any of therm Yanks I helped gobble at Get- tysburg, nor at Chicmaugy?” No: get ou and Turner pointed to the door, where an armed guard stood listen- ing and laughing. Waal, I didn’t know you uns was so cussed particular,” drawled Kupp, as, obey- ing the direction Indicated by Turner's ex- tended hand, he made for the door. Kupp saiuted the guard, who exchanged winks with him as he passed out to free- dom. Once outside the guard, a man of ordi- nary nerve would have started off with all speed, ner halted till Libby was far be- work. It may be that a vane that does not always turn is so situated with relation to cther buildings that when the wind is from certain quarters the current does not reach it. But a good vane, properly mounted and set where the wind can get at it, will turn with tke wind for an almost indefinite period. ‘The best vanes are made of copper, gild- ed; the gilding will stay bright for a long time. Vanes are made in a very great va- riety of styles. One manufacturer makes more than 500 different styles of vanes, and vanes of any size and design are made to order. The vanes most commonly sold are the horse and the arrow. ————— 2s MOVING THE TIGER. Am Incident of Shifting the Royal Bengal From One Cage to Another. From the New York Sun. “Once,” said an old circus man, “we had a tiger get loose. This was in a menagerie, in a fixed location, where we had been for some time. The cages for the animals were ranged along on a platform around a big floored space for spectators; the show was in a building made for it. “We had a very good collection of ani- mals, including a full-grown royal Bengal tiger. The tiger cage had got rather old and we set out to shift the tiger into a new one. We had the rew cage all ready, and one afternoon after the show was over and the people had all gone we brought it in and moved it up in front of the old cage standirg on the platform, and blocked it up so that it was on the same level with the other, and then moved the two cages up close together face to face. The cage doors didn’t swing; they slid up through an open- ing in the roof of the cage, and what we were going to do was to raise these doors when we got the cages close together and drive the tiger from one cage to the other and then shove down the door of the new e and put that on the platform. “Well, we got the cages up close together and doors opposite, and a man on the roof of each cage raised the door of that cage, and then we began to prod the tiger, to make him go through the opening into the other cage. He started for it and put his 4 aa rerece ele MANING A BREAK F oat oe “GOD'S COUNTRY.” hind, and even the steeples of Richmond out of sight: but Kupp was not an ordi- nary man. Standing befcre the entrance to the prison, the lieutenant shouted. in to mistah, hev yo any objections to a feller’s standin’ acroet the street an’ kinder Reekin’ up at the buildin’?” Of course, Tarner made no response, but the guard ‘continued down his post’ and laughed, as if he thought the tall man in butternuts a very funny fellow. In the meantime the news of Kupp’ cape had spread among his late associate: The excitement was all the greater frem the fact that it had to be suppressed. In- stead of glass there were iron bars in the front windows. Prisoners were not permit- ted to come within two feet of these bar. Of course, all knew the order, and that Capt. Forsyth of the 100th Ohio had been killed a few days before for unintention- ally violating it, yet the men forgot all about this, in their anxiety to see Kupp leave. | | baw across the narrow space between the two cages, but instead of putting it over inside the doorway of the other cage he put it against the first kar on the side of the Goor and pushed on it, and pushed the cage away a little bit. That was bad. We ought to have made the cages fast to- gether, but we hadn't. We tried to start him along a little faster, but instead of going through into the other cage he kept pushirg on that bar, pushing the other cage away. . “All this time he was getting a little bit further out of the old cage, but not into the new ene. The man on top of the old cage tried to shut that door down then so as to pin the tiger in it and hold him till we could drive him back, but the door jammed when he first tried it, and he ouldn’t budge it, and all the time the tiger was pushing the new cage a little bit further away and getting further out him- self. The man cn top of the new cage was , stl holding his deor open, hoping that the The lieutenant had evidently made up his | mind to gratify his comrades behind the bars. Acress Carey street from the prison there was a vacant lot. Kupp walked to the edge of the lot, sat down on a log and, whittle and to signal the men in his oid | room to come out and join him. The situation was intensely humorous, but at the same time inteas: painful to the men watching Kupp from the prison, but not daring to raise their voices in warning. At length, to the great relief of all, the Meutenant rose, stretched himself ’ and Raising his slouched hat, he “Good-bye, Yanks; hope ter see yo agin.” Th with a long, slouching stride, he passed out of sighi to the east. The next of truce boat brought through a | from Kupp. Five days after leaving Libby he fell in with Buuer’s troopers from Fortress Monroe, and at the time of writing was about to take passage for the north. — WEATHER VANES. Some With Ball Benrings, but Most of ‘Them Made in the Old Way, From the New York S . There are made nowadays some weather Vanes with ball bearings, but they are com- ely few in number. The very great y of vanes are made with the sim- ple spindle and socket. The spindle, upon which the vane turns, is set in a supporting roG of wrought iron. The spindle is of hardened steel. It is slenderer than the rod so that there is a shoulder all around the tiger would séep across into the new cage yet. and then he would drop it down and hold him; but the tiger kept pushing the cage away till there was casy room, and then he just dropped down on to the flour ; and Jked roind the end of e new ci taking out his broken jackknife, began to | ng Bo oe one, Ob the newicage out into the arena. ‘Look out!’ says the man on top of the cage, and we did, and left the tiger boss of the show, while we made arrangements to recapture him, and the tiger started in to take a look around on his own account. There wasn’t anybody to get in his way; he had the whole place all to himself, and he waved his tail and glared around and | started, and kept going till he came to the monkey cage. That seemed to interest | him more than anything eise, and he made baee of it. The tip of the spindle ts round- ; ed and polished. The socket, or tube, which is a pari of the vane, is also of steel. The upper, closed end of this socket is round- ed to fit the tip of the spindle and polished smooth. The socket does not come quite down to the shoulder at the base of the spindle. The bearing is on the top of the spindle, upon which the smcoth, rounded top of the socket turns. It is at the top of the spi @ vane is made with bal! bearings. The best vanes are made with the great- it nicety and precision, so that they bal- ce perfectly and turn with the least pos- sible wear. The vane is, of course, longer on one side of the socket than on the other, er it would not turn with the wind, but its welght ts the same on both sides. If it is an arrow vane, for instance, the weight of the solid head-is easfiy made equal to that of the longer projecting but thinner feather end, and all vanes, whatever they may be, are balanced as to weight, and so adjusted that they turn easily and with the least vossible friction. A perfectly constructed and nicely ad- justed vane, whose support remains plumb, Will keep in working condition for a great many years. There is a vare on a church in Ridgefield, N. J., that, so far as informa- ticn goes, has been turning unfailingly since about the year 1700. An ill-balanced vane of poor materials might not last more than ten years. A correctly constructed vane of good materials would last_ many rs longer. It may also be said that bh a vane never wears out. A vane Is oiled when it is first put up, but never after that. The vane fs not held down upon its supporting spindle in any way except by its own weight, and it might seem that a gust of wind would sometimes rise up under it with such force as to lift the vane clear. But the spindles are from seven to ten inches in length, and the vane projects from the spindle unevenly; that is, with a &reater bulk on one side than on the other, und the chances are immeasurab!y against a gust of wind of suffictent force rising dl- rectly upward with its force so distributed that it would lift the vane straight upward, without binding on the spindle. A manu- facturer of vanes sald that, as a matter of fact, he had never known a vane to be lifted off by the wind. But it might be possible for a vane to be lifted off from above, as by the tail of a kite, and sometimes the working of a vane is interfered with by a kite tail twisted about it. A costly indicator vane thut had keen set up with great care became after @ tim? irregular and uncertain in its opera- tion. There was no apparent cause for the fatiure, but a minute examination revealed @ piece of kite tail twisted around the spin- ¢le. This was removed, ard thereafter the vane worked perfectly. It is not a common thing for kite tails to catch in weather vanes, but it is not so uncommon as to be very remarkable. Sometimes vanes are struck by lightning, so that they will not dle that the balls are placed when | his first stop there, and stood waving his tail and glaring ‘at the monkeys. He seared the little monks almost to death, just standing there looking at them, and they rushed over to the back of the cage and flattened themselves against it, trying to get away as far as they could. “When the tiger pushed his cage away his paw was against a bar on one side of he door, nearer one end of the cage than he other, and so it was that end of the cage that he pushed out; the other end ayed in by the old cage; it made a kind of a V-shaped opening between the cages, and the tiger had jumped down into that and gone around the end of the cage that Was pushed out. This V-shaped space made a kind of shelter, too, when the tiger was around on the other side, as he was when he was looking into the monkey cage, and one of the keepers hurried in with about a quarter of heef and threw it into the old cage and pushed it over as far 4s he could into one corner. “The tiger smelled the meat. I suppose ho ad been thinking about how he would like the monks; he could have eaten about one at a mouthful, and there were just about enough in that cage to make a square meal for him, but the bars were in the way, and he knew what the smell of the beef meant, and he turned away and made for his old cage again; walked across the open space, waving his tail, and walked azround the end of the pushed-out cage into the little triangular space and jumped up into the old cage and made for the meat an the corner, and a man jumped up on the roof and jammed down the gate. “Well, you see, there didn’t anything very desperate happen, after all. Still, it was about as much tiger as we wanted for one day.” Easily Altered. From the New York Tribune. Lady of a Certain Age—“I like this dress, but it doesn’t match my complexion.” Candid Friend—“Oh, that's but a trifle; you can alter your complexion to suit!” ———- e060 A Hard Hit. From Life. Mme. Divorcons—‘Yes, indeed, Miss Knickerbocker, I believe with Emerson, that personalities are the bane of familiar conversation. Now, I never talk about myself—never!” ; Miss Knickerbocker—“You are quite right, I am sure, madame. Sensational and vulgar topics should always be ta- Dbooed.”” see The youth's companion.—Life. ART AND ARTISTS At present the chief topic of interest in the studios is the Seventh annual exhibition of the Society of Washington Artists. The pictures will be’ received on next Monday and Tuesday at”Mr. Dunbar’s studio, cor- ner of 17th and‘G streets, and the artists have been very'Musy during the last few days putting th “finishing touchos upon their pictures. Wiat to send to the exhi- bition Is the quéatton of the hour, and the artists have not Oily carefully weighed the merits of their’ ptoductions in their own minds, but havé Sought the advice of their fellow workers, Which advice, be it in the affirmattve or {h’ the negative, is useful inainly in confirming them in their original opinions. The exhibition is to be held at the Cosmos Club, as usual, and will be open to the public from April 5 to the 10th, inclusive. Original works in oil, pastel and sculpture are eligible, and the number of Pictures which an artist may exhibit is limited to four. No pictures will be receiv- ed after 6 p.m. on Tuesday, and no oval or circular frames will be accepted. * * x Mr. Hobart Nichols has a number of in- teresting canvases to choose from in select- ing the pictures that are to represent him at the spring exhibition. There is a strong effect of light and color in one of the land- scapes, which shows a group of majestic trees standing out in bold relief against 4 dark cloudy sky. The glowing red and yellow tones of the autumn foliage are heightened by the late afternoon sunlight, which falls upon the trees, singling them out from the rest of the scene. There is a slightly similar effect of light in a wood interior that he has recently finished. The sunlight which pierces here and there the canopy of leeves and branches overhead strongly illumines the gigantic boles of two sturdy oaks, leaving the rest of the forest in dim obscurity. Another pfeture that he has been painting is a dusky twi- light scene with the yellow western sky partly drifted over with transparent clouds. . * * x Miss Mary Berri Chapman completed a short time ago a very effective series of illustrations for a paper on India in one of the government publications. She handies ren and ink, gouache and pure aquarelle with equal facility, and her work in the latter medium has an especially pleasing quality. She has just finished a waicr- color study of some roses seen against a dark background, and the effect is quite unique, the study having almost the same depth ‘and richness of color that an oil would have. Several of her water colors have been on exhibition in New York. * * * The most impertant thing that Mr. Paul Putzki has done for some months is a large bowl decorated with roses. Red and yel- low flowers are combined in the ornamenta- tion, and the deep lustrous color of the dark red roses melts harmoniously into the reddish brown tone at the base of the bowl. In color the decoration is altogether charm- ig and there is a precision and delicacy in the drawing that beiokens w close study of nature. Faintly outlined sprays of leaves and buds executed in pale colors give a sense of distance-to the background. If there are some ‘Subtle effects pecuiiar to china decoration’ #t has its limitations, and ment of &hance always enters into hily. With Mr. Putzki, however, long experience has almost entirely eliminated this factur, and ‘le paints with a certain krowledge of thé‘ effect that his work will | have after the last firing. The orchid fs another of his favovite subjects,and he has recently covered’ @ tall vase with these dainty flowers. the el * iw ok The committee,onsisting of Messrs. Carl ; Gutherz, Max Weyl, R. Brooke, EB. C. Messer and Parkes’ Mann, chosen to pass upon the pictureg gent in for the Nashville exposition gave ittieir decision on Wednes- day of this weelf.‘The pictures were col- lected by Mr. Veevhoff and are at his gal- jlery, where they,will remain for ten days lor more, until they: go to Nashville. Al- though Washington art may not be said to be fully represented in this collection, it is jone which will convey a very creditable impression of the work in this city, as most of those who have sent in pictures uppear at their best. Mr. Uhl is repre- sented by nis “Puritan Maiden,” which re- {ceived honorable mention at the last ex- hibition of the Society of Washington Art- ists. Robert Hinckley sends a very strik- ing pictur> of Andrea del Sarto and his Lu- crezia, a classic subject most happily treated, and also a very good portrait. Hobart Nichols has sent a landscape swept iby a violent wind. The bending branches jof a great tree, the garments swirling ; about the figure of a woman who hurries along the country road and the movement in the tall wayside grasses are vivid de- tails, and the effect of the storm-driven clouds is excellent. A threatening sky is |seen also in the contribution of R. Le- grand Jehnston, who uses it as a back- ground for a serigusly studied group of {animals making their way homeward {through the pasture. Mr. Richard N. Brooke's characteristic picture of a beam- ing little colored boy seated on a stool | while he assiduously scrapes a pan to get the last drop will be remembered by the many who have admired it when it was ! formerly seen at Mr. Waggaman’s. The collection ts rich in portraits, including Mr. KE, H. Muler’s fine one of himself; two by “W. H. Coffin, cleverly presenting in all their gowns and graces (wo young women of today; a profile head by Miss Catharine Critcher; besides that of Mr. Hinckley and one by Carl Gutherz. The last named sends two other canvases—a large picture of the Bering sea commission, chiefly re- markable for its connection with the his- torical cvent, and one of a quaintly dress- ed figure. which he calls “A Southern Song.” Parker Mann shows a poetic bit {of landscape, a twilight scene, in which the water breaks in marshy openings at the foot of the sloping ground, and in the immediate foreground a mass of swamp flowers add a rich though not vivid color to the prevailing delicacy of tone. Little has been sent in in water color, but Miss Bertha E, Perrle’s “Old Manx | Vessel.” which waa much liked when seen here at a recent Cosmos exhibit, may be said to fairly represent her. Lucien Pow- ell has contributed an Italian market scene, in which he has employed unusually quiet color for him, even almost monoto- nous. Mr. Jules Dieudonne sends a strong- ly marked face of an old man, entitled “Religious Ecstasy.” Mr. Max Weyl is to be represented by some of his uniformly good work in landscape. * * * Mrs. F. G. Doupleday is again at work at her studio inthe Art League buliding, and is making up: for the time she has lost this winter through illness. She has done very little painting’ for some months past, and, though she has nothing very impor- tant to send to the Cosmos exhibition this year, she plans nevertheless to be rep- resented by some pleasing bit of still Ife. She is now at wofk upon a group of Jap- anese dolls arranggd in a quaint manner. There is always A,good chance for color in these little figptes, and very odd and original studies can be made from them. Ag*, Miss Marie Mattingly and Miss Hattie E. Burdette have,peen quite busy in their Joint studio, andihave been dividing their time between the'stidies they plan to send to the Cosmos, afd the pastels for the ex- hibition of their, own that they propose to hold later on; ‘Miss Mattingly expects to send to the approaching exhibition a well-drawn portrait of her mother, and a charming study head in pastel. The lat- ter is a girl's head, inclined slightly for- ward to show better her beautiful auburn hair of just such a shade as Henner loves to paint. Miss Burdette’s contribution to the exhibit is also a head, but it is in a more decorative style. The background is of a blulsh-green tone, and is partly hid- den by graceful sprays of dogwood. * * Mrs. Emma M, ‘Suliman has returned from New York, where.she has been visit- ing her old friends, General and Mrs. Sigel. While in New York Mrs. Stillman held an exhibition of her d in color and illus- trations in black and white, upon which the Miah ils Press commented very favor- ably. ° COSSSSe6S @SOG90 O8ESO SESEQNSE SEE SSDOGGE SPARROW SARSAPARILLA. Once upon a time, the birds had a dispute as to which could soar the highest. A contest was arranged, and on the day appointed the birds all flew in a flock towards the sky. One by one they were left behind by the eagle, who at last reached the climax of his flight, a solitary victor. At this moment, a sneak- ‘ing sparrow (whose insignificant weight the king of birds had not noticed) flew from the back on which he had been Stealing a free ride, and, with an impudent twitter, mounted a few inches above the eagle. His song was short: for, unable to sustain himself at so unaccustomed a height, he fell like a stone towards the earth. a @ e& 8 9 @ 3 s ® @ ® i] 3 8 a ) a) @ : MORAL. There is nothing new in the idea of hanging on toa successful man’s coat tails. That’s the w.y the sparrow beat the eagle--for a minute. That’s the way sparrow sarsaparillas soar above Ayer’s --for a minute. They drop as scon as they have to depend on their own strength. Don’t acceptany sarsaparilla that claims to be “as good as Ayer’s.” It is only stealing a ride on Ayer’s reputa. tion. There is one safe sarsaparilla and blood purifier. [1S AYER’ Qs Aser’s “Curebook."” Five. A story of cures told by the cured. J.C. Ayer Co., Lowell, Mass. quarts of carrots three times each day and THE LAST SURVIVOR. try there is no worker in Europe w two quarts of bran, beat the veteran Hungarian novell Only One Horse Left That Was Used | “Old Ned at the Grand Army re-j rus Jokal. Jokai has written in inane be union at Pittsburg, but, while his patriotic | two years nes of roman s ogee feelings are still intense, his bodily « merous short and several 5 ee) US SG oes Eee tution declines to endure the c essays, trans ete. He has als: Since Bell Mosby died, two years ago last | strain, and it was feared that this N ited two newspapers during a lars: March, full of years and honors, a single | of horses would end his career with the | of the time and found time to tukenan ae representative Of the equine race—more | glories of that high day. At Lonisvilie, out | tive part in politics as a mcmber of the ae : : of respect to his years and intirmities, he | Hurgarian parliament. In. the. leivurs poltary “teen Bobinson Cresce upon MS] Gas certica on a final, which was Mighly ich these o>cupations allow him he has isiand—remains the cynosure of the na-| decorated and which c : erywhers rec become, so w are told, an excellent gym- tion's eyes. an ovation. When at this southern city a | nasi, fencer and horticulturist. He can He marched next io the band and flag | squad of Early’s men, from whom the | carve busts in ivory and paint beautitul in a Grand Army prozession on last Mem. | horse was captured, saw him, they threw | pictures. up thelr hats in ecstacy and rushed up to touch the gallant steed. At hi was visited by thousan:is of U federates, whom 4 relic of th at the unv - se Pushing a Dollar Through a Hole. From the Philadelphia Record Three young men were seated at a table in a Market sireet restaurant. One of them drew from his pocket and laid upon orial day, and if his life is spared will participate in the grand reunion and na- tional encampment at St. Paul next Sep- tember. Writing in the Congregationalist of this only equine survivor of the war of the rebellion, the Rev. Dr. James L. Hill siabie he ists, con- many of a hal from his tail as a war. He was present last year ling of the monument com-mem- | rating the great railroad wreck at Ashta- | 'P® ; ; 2 says: “If the custom of earlier times is | bula, where the winning voice of P. P.| the table 4 stiver dollar. Beside it he continued “Old Ned’ at St. Paul will wear | Bliss was hushed to earia forever. | "| placed visiting card, with a round hole ae : : | “If the veterans of the Grand Army have | about a half inch in diameter pierced on nan pace pone OU state inscribed onjone)| ay suuby ACTON ea. Aik as ake abe | through its center. Said he: “See the fat side with the legend, ‘I am forty-one years jotic procession: : 4 Nigure in) civic and patriots processions | \Ssie: Quliay? ‘Bee the Bittle bebe in the old, and am the only one left.” On the op- | Garlands of roses make up his caparison, © 2s posite side would appear the statement. | ven the chikiren serm indisposed to wal: | C&T? Bet you the cigards I can push the ‘Captured in 1864; served in Company C, | until chis veteran is lead before they snow | big dollar through the little hole.” “ll co 16th Pennsylvania Cavalry.’ é thelr appreciation of his services to the | you,” said one of his companions; “but, re- “Old Ned’s age is reckoned, ‘according to | tmion cause member, you are to push that dollar his mouth,’ at the time he was taken from : recs == through’ that hole without enlarging the emy, Gen. Sheridan's horse, Rienzi, ixhtning Change” Artists. | hole?” “That's what,” responded the pro. nehester, as he was always calied ome tad caeanag gi poser of the feat. Laying the dollar fiat Ne ewotnan. on the table, he held the card on edge just behind it. Then he produced a pencil which he shoved through the hole in the card until it touched the edge of the coin, He seemed to the whole great army to say, ‘I have brought you Sheridan, a! the way From Winchester town to save the day, How much time emperors and queens and princes and princesses must spend with their photographers! The reflection is sug- Was accounted venerable when at half of S 5 article ii ; | “Pushing the dollar—through the hole, Ned's age; dying in 78, he stood aside ‘as | S¢Sted by an_ interesting erie Buy see?” “Here comes Jonesey,”” said the loser natural as in Ife’ in the Military Institute ; Mepth’s Windsor Magazine by J. Russell, | “pend me your dollar a funn Museum on Governor's Island. | Unlike | Who has “taken” all the crowned heads cf | card and I'll get revenge. Oh, 1 won Rienzi, who was presented to Sheridan | Europe in every imaginable pose and pos- | a thing to Jonese A lengthy, cadave when made colonel, by a Michigan regi- | ture. Here is one of his reminiscences | 0US Young fellow, with a vacuous expres- ment, Old Ned was originally a rebel. His a Kai s a] Sien, drifted into the vacant place at the owner was shot from his back in Gen.Jubal | Which shows us the German Kaiser as iz i table. “Jones said the loser of the Early’s raid on Washington in iss. At | YeTy affable and good-natured potentate. | cigars, “here's a big Jollar and here's a night, after the tight, any Union soldier | Mr. RusseH had an appointment to photo- [ little round hole in a card. Bet you 1 can graph the kaiser at 8 o'clock cne morn- ing. But by an unlucky mistake he took the wrong train, and could not get to Pots- who had lost his mount was supplied with a horse captured from the nfederates and Old Ned was thus given to B. F. Craw- put the dollar through the hole ju is—leser to pay all four of our chee “Done,” said Jonesey. The other pro: = = Sioriiance ian asain | dam til half an hour after the appointed | to repeat the action of the first trick HS rei heacar Ai ene he — time. The officials frowned on him, and | “Hold on,” drawled Jonesey, langui and cares for him when at home in a vil. | he entered the imperial presence expecting | “your contract. is to” "put the lage northeast of Erie, calling itself North | to find a very wrathful kai: But the | through the hole. I didn’t bet you East. He is now a thoroughbred Unionist. | emperor took it easily. “Oh, I quite un-| ‘push’ it through the perforation. He is unqualifiedly reconstructed. So far | derstand how it happened, said. “Pray | dear boy, I've been up against t from being a Jack o' both he seems | S@¥Y ne gore about it.” On this occasion | hitherto. to have lamented his youthf:1 vagaries, al- | the emperor was able to exhibit his well- = ee though observers imagine he is uncommonly | Known powers in a scries of Bed | Her Dearest Frie excited by the rendition of Dixt. ich is | Changes I was most anxious to have | po napite the lingering power of early associations, j him photographed in more than one uni- By 5 i “At the close of the war Mr. Crawford | form, if possible, but hardly liked to sug- | Dora (sweetly)—"Fred didn’t blow his gest it, as !t would take up still more of his time. However, he immediately con- sented, and after being photographed in the uniform of an honorary English ad- miral (which was to be sent to the naval exhibition at that time in London), he quickly reappeared in a German uniform (which portrait subsequently appeared in the German exhibition), and he then fa- vored me with a sitting on horseback. Ordinary people who take twenty-five min- utes to dress for dinner must envy his majesty. Mr. Gladstone also possesses this useful gift. According to Mr. Stead, the left Washington on the horse's back and rode him to Harrisburg. There he bought a sulky, and, puttims the animal between tke thills, they, rejoicing in the cawn of peace, masie their easier way to a that ‘Old Ned has. 1 presence, where he is regarded of public property, and where hi out every day as ihe mos {dent. This contral a bright black, but now, years, has grown grizzled: indeed, most of {the hair on his neal has become white. | | His saddle marks are strikingly noticeable, | brains out because you jilted him the other night; he came right over and proposed to me. Maud (super-sweetly)—“Did he? Then he have got rid of his brains some other —— Gone in No Time. Frem Der Mob. Uncle-I don’t know about lending you } any more money. When I lent you money | two months ago you said you only wanted is poirted promineni resi- nd when captured was with advancing and he, like many another contraband, ; Sreat man can dress for dinner in five min- | it for a iittle while!” . shows the scars of nis burden-bearing. No | ules when he wants te take things leisure- | |_Nephew—“And I didn't have it more than Roentgen rays are required to discover the | ly, and in three minutes when he is in | half an hour more prominent portions of ais anatomy. | a hurry. But Mr. Gladstone is a man who a ns does rot waste his time, and takes care of the cdd minutes. “If he is left alone for five minutes at a friend's house or the railway station he is sure to be able to produce pen, ink ard paper, or a post card, ard proceeds to dispatch his correspon- dence.” But for real and sustained indus- | AFRICA. THE TROGLODYTE CLUB’ In his early life he ‘scorne1 delights and lived laborious days,’ but he is now treated like a pensioner. His life is a reminiscence. Having fought in ihe greatest army that ever marched to martial music and for the best government that ever enlisted equine valor, he is thought to nave earned four To Celebrate the Day. 1 From Fliegende Blaetter. “Wife, water.” “On my birthday?” give the goldfish some frest THE COACHING SEASON HAS OPENED From Life. FIRST RUN.