Evening Star Newspaper, February 19, 1898, Page 16

seleetse} selse pre se) Ge kse) se. Kseksekse, To Mrs. Kilpatrick and her daughter watching this vast vrocession from be hind the curtains of the windows, the sp tacle was by no means an enchanting one. Their belief in the righteousness of the southern cause amounted to a passion: it was almost a part of their religion; and they prayed for its success with a fervor impossible to describe. It was a cause for which they were prepared to make any Sac- rifice, and it Is no wonder that they watch- ed the army go by with pallid and griet- stricken faces. Their despair would have been of a blacker hue if they had not re- membered that, away off in Virginia, Rob- ert Lee was mustering his army against the hosts that were opposing him. The spectacle of this army marching by was so strange—so impossible, in fact—that their amazement would not have been ma- terially increased if the whole vast array had been lifted in air by a gust of wind to dissolve and disappear in the swaying and whirling mist. Presently they saw O'Halloran spur his horse toward the moving files and touch his cap by way of salute. Then another horseman, after some delay, detached him- self from the ranks, joined the big Irish- man, and the two came up the avenue to- gether. Mrs. Kilpatrick, by an instinct rather than an impulse of hospitality, pre- pared to go to the door to receive them, Pausing in Jack’s room to see that every- thing was ship shape. As the two came up the broad, high steps, and delayed a mo- ment on the veranda to remove their water- proofs, Flora, peeping from behind the red curtains in the parlor, saw that the sur- geon was both young and stalwart. His brown hair was cut short, and the fierce curl of his mustache was relieved by a pair of gold spectacles that gave a benign and somewhat ministerial air to features that were otherwise firm and_soldierlike. He was not as tall as the Irishman—few men in all that army were—but he bore himself more easily and gracefully. When O'Halloran knocked at the door, Mrs. Kilpatrick opened it without a mo- ment’s delay. ‘Tis the surgeon, mum, to see the cap- tain.” “Good morning, madam,” said Dr. Pruden. he man here tells me that Captain Jar- a New York regiment, is wounded ." He held his cap in his hand, and his bearing was all that was affable and polite. “Come in, sir, her head slightly. He stepped inte the hallway, O'Halloran following with a brcad grin on his face that disappeared as by magic whenever the sur- Seon glanced in his direction. Mrs. Kilpat- rick led the way to Jack's room, to which Flora had fitted when the knock came at the door. Dr. Pruden acknowledged her Presence with a bow and then turned his attention to his patient. “I'm sorry to see you on your back, Capt. Jarvis,” he said sympathetically. “And yet. with such quarters and such nurses, I dare say, you are better off than the rest of us.” “Yes—well off,” replied Jack in a weak voice that was not borrowed for the occa- sion. In fact, the surgeon had not arrived any too soon. The wounded man had grown feebler and his condition was not helped by an occasional fit of coughing that rac ed his whole body and threatened to tear his wounds cpen afresh. Dr. Pruden wiped his hands on a towel that chanced to be hangirg on a chair near by, and then proceeded to examine into the wounded mcn's condition. “You may thank your stars, young man,” he said after a while, “that these ladies were charitable enctgh to forget the color of your coat there and give you shelter and the care and attention that were absolutely necessary.” The note of unaffected gratitude in the young surgeon's voice was so simple and uine that Flora felt a momentary pang said the lady, inclining of regret that he should have been made the victim of the Irishman’s crafty scheme. But what th pang was only momentary; for Irishman did he had done for and that was a sufficient ex et the knowledge that the sur- deceived made both mother er more considerate in their de- meanor—mere genial in their attitude—than they could otherwise have been. m with a quizzi expressio! is hand in the neighborhood of hi screen his smik Finally he discover that could not saie- and maintain bis dignity. e goin’, captain,” he said to Jack. dies "Il look afther yure belongin’ n the rear guard comes by maybe ye' » well enough for to be lifted in the ambulance I brung ye in.” “What amuses you?” inquired the sur- seeing the Irishman trying to sup- augh. pon me word, str, Oi was thinkin’ avy drinch ye give me whin Oi was ailin Oi. “Ef tis as bitter to the captain “twas to me, he'll be up on his feet him. Dr. Pruden went to work with a will. He smiled at the big poultice that Aunt Candace had applied to the wound made by the bullet in its exit, but found that the tnflammation had been controlled by it. Then v the aid of the fair Flora, who offered b . he proceeded to de: with the pund on the shoulder, which he found tc be in a much more serious condi- tion. He need to probe the wound, but saw at once that, while it was a pain- ful and dangerous hurt, no vital point had been touched. To Flora. who asked many questions in a tone of unaffected concern, he explained that the cough was caused by inflammation of the lung tissues, which uid pass away as the wouud healed. He said that it would be necessary for him to give the wound only one more dressing, Which could be done the next morning, it the ladies could put up with his presen for that length of time; or, if they pre- ferred, he could call an ambulance and the wounded man carried along with the army, though that would be both awk- ward and dangerews. The condition of the lungs, he said, was such that the slightest exposure might result in pleurisy or pneu- monia. Both the tadiss protested so earnestly against the removal of the wounded man that Dr. Pruden inwardly abused himself for having formed the idea that southern women had violent prejudices against Yankees. During the discussion Aunt Can- dac> bad come in. She knew nothing of the scheme that O'Halloran had employed to secure the services of a surgeon for her young master.. When she heard the sug- gestion that Jack could be placsd in an ambulance and carried along with the army, she pricked up her ears. ‘Which army you gwine take him ‘long wid? De Yank>e army?” she exclaimed. Pay ef you do you'll hafter kyar m2 wid "tm. “Are you wounded, too?” Dr. Pruden in- quired, humorously. “No; I ain't; but I won't answer fer dem STEVES TENE Sey ya ey AN AMBUSCADE (Copyright, 1898, by Joel Chandler Harris.) PISS ELE LL LLL MO LISL: - THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1898-24 PAGES, Vi Pai what try ter take dat boy fum und’ dis roof.” She turned and stared at her mis- tress and young mistress, as if she had m2ver seen them before. Then she raised her fat arms above her head, and allowed them to drop helplessly by hér side, mut- tering, “Gawd knows, you ain’t no mo’ de same folks dan ef you'd been molded outer n>w dirt.” And after that she watched Mrs. Kil- patrick and Flora closely, and listened in- tentiy to every word they said, and shook her head, and muttered to herself. To Plato she made nast2 to give out her ver- sion of the puzzle that the situation pre- sented, “You kin talk much ez you please "bout de Kilpatrick blood, but hit done run’d out.” ‘How come?” Plato inquired. “Ain't you got no eyes in yo’ haid? Can't you se> what gwine on right spang und’ yo’ nose? Ef mistiss an’ Miss Floe ain't dcne gone ravin’, ‘stracted, den I done los’ what little min’ I had. You make me b'lieve dat ol’ miss’d set up dar in de house an’ let arry Yanke> dat’s ever been born’d talk "bout takin’ yo’ Marse Jack offind de army, an’ dat, too, when he lay- in’ dar flat er his back, wid a hole throo’ ‘im dat you kin mighty nigh run yo’ han’ in? Uh—uh! uh—uh! you need’n tell me! OY miss would a riz up an’ slew'd ’im— dat what she'd ‘a’ done.” Plato scratched his head and ruminated over the puzzle. “Did mistiss an’ young mistiss befoe say dey want Marse Jack tuck off wid de army des like he is “Dey ain't say it right out in black an’ white, but dey sot dar an’ let dat ar Yan- kee talk "bcut it widout so much ez battin’ “THIS would be a lucky ont should his little romance turn out happily. «He would have been glad to talk with Jarvis, but that was out of the ‘question now; tomorrow would do as well. So he sat in the library and smoked his vive, | finding some very good tobacco in an old cigar box on the table, and heard the 20th Army Corps go tramping by, the noise the troops made harmonizing well with the dull roar the November wind made in the tree tops outside. Strangely enough, it all seemed to emenate from the flames in the fireplace. After awhile he leaned his head against the cushion on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. When he opened them again night was falling. On one side of the fireplace Plato sat prone on the floor. On the other side sat O'Halloran. Plato was nodding, his head falling from side to side. The big Jrishman was leaning forward gazing into the fire, his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. “What time is it?” the surgeon asked. “'Tis long past yure dinrer hour, sor,” replied O'Halloran, straightening himself. Plato aroused himself, drew a pine knot from some place of concealment and threw it on the glowing bank of coals. “Mistress say yo’ vittles wuz ter be kep’ warm in de dinin’ room, suh,” said Plato. “Dey ringded de dinner bell all ’roun’ you, an’ mistiss come in ter ax you ter have seme dinner, but she ‘low you wuz sleepin’ so soun’ she di'n’ want ter wake you up.” “Well,” replied Dr. Pruden, “a bite of something wouldn’t hurt, that’s a fact. I'll go in and see how Jarvis is, while you have it fixed for me.” : A candle in the hall showed the surgeon the way to his patient's room. ‘There was no need for the surgeon to go there, for Jack was still asleep. The candle had been placed on the floor to keep the light from stining in his face, and the room was dark- er on that account, but it was not too dark for the surgeon to see as he entered the rcom that Flora was sitting over against the bed. And, if he was not mistaken, she had been holding Jarvis’ hand, for he saw her make a quick movement as he entered, and the patient stirred slightly. This seem- ed to confirm all his inferences and in- creased his wonder that such a complica- tion could arise here in the very heart of the rebellion, as it were. He seated him- self by the bed and laid his hand on the patient's forehead. “How long have you been awake, Jar- he asked presently. fot long,” replied Jack. know I was awake?” “Why, 1 heard you swa’low,” replied Dr. Prudea. Jack tried to laugh, but he found that “How did you der eyes. An’ Miss Floe—she sot dar an’ make out she want ter laugh. I could ‘a’ slapped her, an’, little mo’ an’ I'd done it, too.” Aunt Candace’s anger was almost venomous. “Well, I tell you now,” responded Plato, “I seed some mighty quare doin’s up yan- der endurin’ de war.” He nodded his head toward Atlanta. “Dey wuz ohe time when a river run’d right ‘twixt de lines, an’ it got so dat mighty nigh ev'ry day de Yan- Kees an’ our boys ‘d go in washin’ an’ play jin de water dar like a passel er chillun. Marse Jack wuz in dar eve’y chance he got, an’ him an’ dat ar big Yankee what wuz in de house—he up yander watchin’ de stock right row—dey'd git ter projick- in’ an’ tryin’ ter duck one an’er, an’ I tuck notice dat de big Yankee allers let Marse Jack do de duckin’. Fo’ dat, dey’d meet twixt de lines when dey wan't no rumpus gwine on, an’ dey’d swap an’ trade | an’ laugh an’ talk an’ take on like dey been raised wid one an‘er. “Huh! Much he look like bein’ raised wid Marse Jack!” snorted Aunt Candace “Maybe he de one what want ter take Marse Jack off wid de army!” suggested Plato, pursuing the subject. “Ef he is you nee’n ter let dat worry you, kaze he'll be safe wid dat big Yankee, sho.” he won't, needer!” exclaimed Aunt Candace. “How come?” asked her son. “Kaze he ain't gwine, dat's how.com Plato shook his head significantly, as if his mammy’s decision settled the whole matter. Still he was puzzled at the al- | leged willingness of his mistress and Miss | Floe to allow Jack to be carried off by the Yankee army. Dr. Pruden, the surgeon, was also worried with a problem he could not fathom, and puzzled by a great many things he could not understand. The problem was not very serious, as matters go in. times of war, but it was very interesting. Why should these southern ladies, who, his instinct told him, had very bitter prejudices against the northern people, and especially against the Union soldiers, betray such interest in Capt. Jarvis of New York? And not interest . but genuine solicitude, that they sought in vain to conceal? The surgeon Was a young man, not more than twenty- five or thirty years old, but he had knocked about a good deal, and, as he said to him- self, he was no fool. In fact, he had a pret- ty good knowledge of human nature, and a reasonably quick eye for “symptoms.” He cared nothing whatever for such prejudices, as the ladies surely had. They were natural and inevitable. They be- longed to the order of things. They were | to be expected. It was their absence in the | case of Captain Jarvis that worried him. He could see that these prejudices were in full bloom as far as he Was concerned, and that his presence was tolerated only be- ' cause he could be of some possible service to Jarvis While dressing Jack’s wounded shoulder, which, under the circumstances, was a tedious operation, Dr. Pruden noticed what | beautiful hands Flora had. She was help- ing him the best she could, and in that way her hands were very much in evidence. He observed, too, that these beautiful hand: had a trick of stroking the wounded man’s hair, and once he saw such an unmistaka- ble caress expressed in the pressure of the fingers that he glanced quickly at her face. The surgeon's glance was so frankly in- quisitive that Flora blushed in spite of her- self; and it was the rosiest of blushes, too, for she instinctively knew that the man suspected that she had fallen desperately in love with a Yankee captain in the course of a few hours. Then she was angry be- cause she blushed, and was so disturbed and distressed withal that Dr. Pruden, dis- covering these signs of mental perturbation, was vexed with himself for betng the in- voluntary cause of it all. But he was none the less satisfied that he had surprised and discovered the young woman's secret; and he wondered that it should be so, weaving with his wonderment the prettiest little romance imaginable. It was such a queer little romance, too, that he could not repress a smile as he bent over Jack's broken shoulder and deftly applied the bandages. Flora saw the smile and with a women’s intuition read its meaning. Whereupon, with ready tact, she trans- ferred her anger. She made the surgeon, instead of herself, the object of it, so that when Jack's wounds had been properly dresved, Dr. Pruden found that the young lady's haughtiness toward him was in sig- nificent contrast to the tender solicitude she felt for the supposed Captain Jarvis. The surgeon paid small attention to this, 2s he told himself, and yet it was not a pleasant experience. The careful way in which Flora avoided his glances gave him an opportunity to study her face, and the more he studied it the more it impressed him. He thought to himself that Jarvis his chest was very sore, and the laugh ended in a groan. “Don’t try to laugh, and don’t talk,” said the surgeon, in a professional tone. “You are out of danger now, and you ought to be forever grateful to your rurse.” “You mean old Aunt Candace?” gested Jack, with dry humor, Dr. Pruden stared at his patient with sug- wide open 2yes. “I'm surprised at you, Jarvis,” he said, in a tone of rebuke. “I mean Miss Kilpatrick, of course. Go to sleep no condition.” Whereupon Dr. Pruden went out of the room into the library again. Soon he was summoned to the dining room, where, con- trary to his expectations, he found Mrs. Kilpatrick presiding at the table. Nat- urally, they fell into a conversation about the war, but both restrained their preju- dices, and the talk turned out to be so pleasant—thaugh there were critical mo- ments that had to be bridged over with si- lence—that Dr. Pruden thought he had nev2r seen @ more charming or a more gra- cious hostess. your head is still in a flighty Iv. At early dawn the next morning O'Hallo- ren, piloted by Plato, went into Jack's room, took his captain's coat from the back of the chair where he had placed it, folded it up neatly and tucked it under his water- proof. Jack stirred unzasily and then awoke. Plato and the Irishman looked like huge shadows. Aunt Candace, seated in a rocking chair before the fir2place, snored as gently as she could under the cireum- stances. “What is the matter?” asked Jack. He felt so much better that he wanted to sit up in bed, but found that his shoulder was too sor>. “'Tis but a whim of mine for to come an’ kiss me hand to ye, me b'y. The nagur here says that a squad ay Johnnies went past this half hour. So Of says to a man Ot know, O'Halloran, we'll while away the toime with a canter across the countr: The nagur knows the way, me b'y, an’ ‘twill tak> "im not more’n a hour fer to put me betwixt the trottin’ Johnnies an’ the stragglers.” “What about the other fellow—this doc- tor?” asked Jack. “Ol misdoubt but he'll board along wid ye,” remarked the big Irishman, with a broad grin. “’Twill be a nate way fer to pay ‘im his fay, I dunno! Molly! but Of hould the tast> av his phaysic in me gcozle down to this blissid day an’ hour!” He patted Jack affectionately on the hi and with “God bless you, me b’ye!” out of the room, followed by Plato. Outside the house Plato turned to the big Irishman. “Boss, you gwine ter walk?” n’ lade me horse? ’Tis not in me bones to do that same. “You—you—you sholy ain’t gwine ter take Marse 'Lisha Perryman’s saddle horse, is you, boss? Not in the laste, ye beggar. horse that will be takin’ me. “Well, de Lawd knows I don’t want ter be nowhars 'roun’ in deze diggin’s when Marse ‘Lisha fin’ out dat horse been took an’ tooken.” Plato said nothing more, but he shook his head significantly many times while he was helping the big Irishman saddle Mr. Perryman’s favorite horse. In a_ short time they were on their way, and, by trav- eling along the plantation byways—paths known to the negroes and to the cattle— O'Halloran soon came up with the rear guard of the 20th Army Corps. Meanwhile, after breakfast, Surgeon Pru- den dressed Jack's wound again and then began to make his preparations to rejoin the army. He called for the big Irishman and was a little uneasy when he learned that O'Halloran had left before sunrise. Nevertheless, he went on with his prepara- tions and was ready to take his departure, waiting only for Mrs. Kilpatrick to come into the library where he stood with Flora to tell them farewell together, when he heard the clatter of hoofs on the graveled avenue. Looking from the window he saw @ squad of confederate cavalrymen gallop- ing toward the house. At their head rede @ man in citizen’s clothes—a man of middle age, but with a flerce military air. Flora saw them at the same moment and the color left her cheek. She knew the man in citizen’s clothes for Mr. Perryman, their neighbor, who had a great reputation in that section for ferocity. Mr. Perryman had missed his horse and had been told by some of his negroes that the man who had taken him had stopped over night at the Kilpatrick place. He was a widower who had been casting fond eyes on Flora for some time, and now thought to render her an important service and give her cause for lively gratitude by ridding her of the presence of the Yankee soldier, if he were still in possession of the house, or, if he went ‘Tis the hhad escaped, tp ajtract her admiration by. leading the c ates to her rescue. Surgeon Prugen‘?rummed a brief tattoo on the window pa! and then threw back his head with @ contemptuous laugh. “T see!”’ he claimed. “My comrade and myself Wave Been ‘drawn into an ambus- cade. I thant , Miss Kilpatrick, for this revelation of sduthern hospitality.” “Into an arbustade!” cried Flora, her color ragurnin, “Why, certainly}? Into a trap! I have but one favor,to dsk of you, Miss Kilpat- rick. Let ther take me and leave my com- rade. Surely We do you no harm!” “They will not take you,” she said with a calmness he thought assumed. “Will they Not? It will be their own fault then. If I could escape by raising my finger—so—J would scorn to do it. Not if I knew they would furnish you a spec- tacle by hanging me to the nearest tree.” She looked at him so hard, and such a singular light blazed in her eyes that he could not fathom her thoughts. “What do you"take me for?” she cried. “For a southern lady loyal to her friends,” he replied in a tone bitingly sar- eastic, “Call them in! But stay—you shall be spared that trouble. I will go to them. I ask only that my comrade be not dis- turbed.” He started for the door, but she was before him. She reached it just as Mr. Perryman knocked, and opened it at once. “Good morning, Mr. Perryman,” said Flora. Mr. Perryman took off his hat and was in the act of politely responding to the salute, as was his habit, when, glancing over Flcra’s shoulder, he saw Surgeon Pruden staring at him through gold spec- tacles. Then, instead of saying “Good iorning, Miss Flora; I hope you are well this morning,” as was his habit, Mr. Perry- man cried out: “There's that scoundrel now! Surround the house, men! Lock to the windows! I'll take care of the door! Watch the side window yonder!” Mr. Perryman was so far carried away by excitement that he failed to hear Flora’s yoice, which called out to him sharply ence or twice. He was somewhat cooled, however, when he saw the surgeon draw- ing on a pair of heavy worsted gloves in- stead of trying to escape. And at last Flora got his ear. “Mr.- Perryman, this gentleman is our guest. Dr. Pruden, this is our good neigh- bor, “Mr. Perrym Under the circum- stances, his excitement is excusable.” The surgeon acknowledged his new ac- quaintante with-a bow, but Mr. Perryman’s surprise gave him no opportunity to re- spond. Sz “Why, my Godf the man’s a Yankee! Your guest! Iokhow you are mistake: Why he's the fellaw that stole my. horse “My horse is. int the stable,” remarked the surgeon coolly, yet reddening a little under the charge. “If he’s:yours, you can have him.” “I know how it is, Miss Flora,” Mr. Perryman insisted. ‘‘You're a woman, and aous don’t want to see this Yankee dealt “I'm a woman, Mr. Perryman; but I'm beginning to believe that you are not as much of a man as I once thought you were. This gentleman has sayed my brother's life. He is more than a guest; he is our benefactor.” Mr. Perryman stood dumfounded. As the phrase goes, his comb fell. His mus- tachios ceased to bristle. The surgeon en his side was as much surprised as Mr. Perryman. He turned to Flora with a puzzled expression on his face—and t look he gave her was sufficient to p: event Mr. Perryman from throwing away his suspicions. “Do you mean Jack?” “Certainly, Mr. Perryman, I have no brother but Jack,* “Where ang when did you save Jack Kilpatrick's ‘Iife?” asked Mr. Perryman, turning to Dr, Pfuden abrupt: “I'm sure I ¢oulgn’t teli you,” replied the surgeon placjilly.” He was engaged in wip- ing his spectacles, "but turned to Flora. “Ts the wofthded’ man your brother, Miss Kilpatrick ‘Certainly, she ‘answered. I'm glad 6f it/*"he said simply. “You'd better be glad!” exclaimed Mr. Perryman. = The surgedh threw his right hand ip- ward. ‘‘Nonsense,- man! I'd be glad if I had to’be shot of hanged fn half an hour.” “Come in ahd sée Jack, Mr. Perryman, sald Flora. ‘There was such a change in her voice and‘attttude that both men look- ed at her. Her fase was glowing. Mr, Perryman-stepped into the hallway, and Flora led. the way to Jack's room. After that Ho explanation was necessary. Mr. Perryman ‘talked to Jack with tears in his eyes, for~behind his ‘savage temper he carried a,warm, heart. He and Jack had been companions in many a fox hunt and in many a frolic, and there was a real friendship between thé two. Finally Mr. Perryman turned to Dr. Pru- den: “I'm mighty glad to meet you, sir, and I hope you will allow-me to shake your hand. You've been caught in a trap, but I hope you'll find a bigger and better Batt in it than is often found in such places.” Just then there was a knock at the door. ‘The captain of the cavalry squad wanted to know what was going on, and why the Yankee prisoner wasn’t brought out. The state of affairs was made known to him prictly. “That satisfies me, I reckon, but I ain’t certain that it'll satisfy my men.” 1 “What command do they belong to?” asked Mr, Perryman. “Wheeler's cavalry.” Aunt Candace! Aunt Candace!” cried “Give Wheeler's cavalry a drink of buttermilk and let them go!” The hit was as palpable as it was dar- ing, for the men of this command were known far and wide as the Buttermilk Rangers. It need hardly be said that Surgeon Pru- den had a very comfortable time in that neighborhood. Within the course of a few months the war was over and he was free te go home, but in 1866 he came south and settied in Atlanta. Then, to make a long story short, he married Flora Kilpatrick. At the wedding Mr. Perryman, irreconcil- able as he was, nudged Dr. Pruden in the ribs and winked. “What'd I tell you about the bait in the trap?” END. SS ART AND ARTISTS. A number of pictures constituting a nu- cleus for the so-called “Mid-winter exhi- bition” of the 8. W. A. are now hung in the gallery at 1020 Connecticut avenue, and others will be added from time to time, as the executive committee will meet every Saturday to judge any pictures tha the members may send in during the week. ‘The wisdom of holding such an exhibition at this time may be seriously questioned, for, as one artist remarked, “Art cannoi stand the ‘continuous performance _ busi: ness,” but there are a number of the local painters who believe that the gallery should be kept open as a permanent place of ex- hibition, where the artists can place thei works on view whenever they wish. O. course no charge is made for admission and the gallery will be open to the public daily from 9 to 12 and 1 to 6, ‘There are g number of very good workt in the gallery, bat almost all of the nota ble contributions Have been publicly exhib- ited on somei-previous occasion. Still 1t 18 pleasant to renew acquaintance with them, as with old ifriends, and there are many who will be glad to see again Jane Bridg ham Childs? “Spaniard,” perhaps the strongest pagtel'‘that has ever come from her hand. It‘isi@ wonderfully striking color study, “and “one finds many equall) fine qualities’! in“ ‘the artist’s interesting study of cro## lighting called “Diablerie, and in the head, which, if memory is no at fault, wa atone time catalogued as “Fiorenza.” Juli¢t Thompson's “Magdalen is shown in another frame, and the ex- pressive head tells more effectively in thi: new setting 'that'in the rather obtrusive frame in which it was previously exhibit- ed. Edward". Morse's genre picture, call- ed “The Hard Sum,” is one of the few paintings in the gallery that has not been shown beforg, atid there is excellent studs of expression in the puzzled schoolmaster and in the pupil's face, where keen en joyment of the situation is very evident. ‘The coloring !s a trifle monotonous, ané one misses the charming variety of hue that usually characterizes the artist’: work. Robert Hinckley exhibits his large, boldly handled canvas depicting Andres del Sarto and his wife, Lucrezia, looking forth on Fiesole. The of the woman seated on the broad window ledge is pur posely thrown Into prominence, and th« painter, palette In hand, stands back ir the semi-obscurity of the room. Gutherz’s three-quarter Senator Morgan is the only impor trait in the collection. In landscape Edmund Clarence Messer contributes ‘some of the best things in the gallery, his work possessing to a marked degree the qualities of ment, for es his a len 30 many rers. work in this field ie-also shown by R. N. Brooke, H. H. Nich- ols, W. M. Sawyer, L. W. Powell and W. B. Chilton. Robert Coleman Child shows, in addition to his conscientious work from nature, an odd decoration on wood, called “The Wicked Brew,” and William’ Fuller Curtis also shows a decorative subject, as well as some attractive specimens of pen work. The announcements for the spring ex- hibition of the Society of Washington Art- ists are now printed, and there may be had, together with the new style of entry card, by applying to the secretary, 1020 Connect!- cut avenue. The society has adopted this year the coupon entry blanks generally in use elsewhere, and one of these slips to be attached to the back of each picture. Some slight changes were made in the dates of the exhibition by the executive committee at the meeting Saturday last. Works will be received at the gallery March 21, and the exhibition will open April 4, closing April 30. This year the number of pictures that one artist may exhibit has been changed from four to six. Next week attention will be drawn to the Charcoal Club, which was recently or- ganized among the students of the city, by the exhibition of sketches, to be held in the club’s studio, at $10 19th street. While the exhibition is held in order to give thc friends of the members a chance to sec some of their work, any others who are interested are invited to inspect the sketches on view. The exhibit will be open to visitors from 4 to 9 p.m., on Monday. and on the 22d it will be open from 10 i the morning to 7 in the evening. After 7 o'clock there will be an entertainment for the members. The exhibit promises to be ell worth a visit, as the club has on its rolls a large number of the strongest work- ers among the local student fraternity. At the Corcoran Art-Gallery there is one new addition—a picture called “The Dream,” which wes presented recentiy by the artist, George H. Hall. An attractive collection of water colors by Mr. Edwin Lamasure was placed on view at Veerhoff’s on Thursday, and it is gratifying to notice the growth of the new tendencies that have been increasingly evident in his work for a year or so back. He has always shown an exceptionally fine command of the technique of water color painting, es- pecially in the pure aquarelle, and his work in past vears has always sounded a spright- ly cheerful note, but he has never displayed any work that might be properly styled profound. In his present exhibition, how- ever, the serious qualities that his work is assuming are more strongly marked, and sentiment and feeling play a more impor- tant role than of old. ‘There are fewer landscapes in which brilliant passages of technical handling constitute the principal raison d'etre, and one sees both in the con- ception and execution of his subjects a more thoughiful atlitude and a greater or- iginality. It 's among some of the smalter water colors that one finds a number of the most thoroughly satisfying subjects, such, for example, as the poetic little moonligi scene giving a glimpse of snow-mantied fields and mysterious woodland depths. A sunrise seen near Chevy Chase is equally full of tender, delicate color and artistic feeling, and a number of his sunset motives will also find favor. There is a carefully studied contrast of cold moonlight, and the ruddy giow of a lamp-illumined window in an- other conscientiously painted sketch. The exhibition will continue until the end of next week. In Parker Mann’s pictures, which were displayed this week at Fischer's, color the dominant quality, though he treats atmospheric effects with no little skill. The supjects which he has chosen have been taken largely on account of some fine combination of rich colors er so: more subtle harmony of hue. He rev2!s in the ccioring of the East Gioucester moors, and depicts them again and again under vary- ing conditions. Afternoon seems to be a favorite sketching time with him, and in his “Autumn Afternoon” and “The Edg> of the Pond,” as well as in his large vier of the Annisquan marshes, he has rendered in an unusually satisfactory manner the ™meliow iight of waning afternoon. In addi- tion to his Cape Ann motives he shows on2 or two foreign subjects such as his Dutch pictures in oil and past2l, and the Venetian subject which in tts simple scale of values slightly suggests F. Hopkinson Smith. Mr..S. Jerome Uhl was to have be2n again at work in his studio at the first of this past week, but something interfered with his plans and he did not reach Wash- ington when he bad intended. Mr. Uhl went to New York about th> middle of December—"Gone for ten days” was the way the card on his studio door read—but he was so successful there that his ten days prolonged themselves into tan weeks. Quite a good deal of interest has been aroused in the exhibition of drawings which will Be on view at the Cosmos Club from February 22 to 26, inclusive, between the hours of 10 a. m. and 5p. m. The drawings and paintings were made for Scribner's Magazine as illustrations for the history of the revolution by Senator Henry Cabot Lodge, now appearing in that periodical. It is the first time that a corps of artists have been set to work on that field, ana the illustrators have spared no pains in their search for historical accuracy, vis- iting all the places where important events took place. That the artistic side has re- ceived equal attertion the drawings them- selves will prove. Among the artists rep- resented are the following men: Howard Pyle, B. West Clinedinst, Carlton T. Chap- man, BE. C. Peixotto, Harry Fenn, F. C. Yohn, W. Appletcn Clark, H. A.’ Ogden, H. W. Ditzler and F. Luis Mora. Senator Lodge, when he saw the draw- ings for the first time, pald the artists a high tribute in remarking “They have caught the very atmosphere of the th Kentucky Wonders. A. Raftsman in Leltchfleld (Ky.) Gazette. Cuba Cave is at the mouth of Piney creek on the east side of Green river. There can be heard in this cave the most pitiful moans that ever were heard on earth; no man can stand to hear it, for we have tried, and know of others who have tried to stay, but we all would make our way back to our log rafts and cut loose and go on down the river. This, I think, is about one miie below Mining City. The next no- table object is Dismal Rock, which is on the south side of Nolin river, and is 128 feet high, and is slowly but surely falling across the river. We now come to the Horseshoe Bend, which some day will be the most powerful water works in Kentucky. A canal can be cut through at the level with a fall of fifteen feet, and a shaft down through the center would be equal to 70 horse-power. On up the river about five miles we find very fine specimens of gold which will take capital to mvestigate the quantity, not the quality, for it is pure. It is embedded in the river and banks in black flint and limestone, and is 600 yards wide. Up the river three miles we find the end- jess cave. I have been in this cave some 150 feet. I saw all I wished to see, and I will never see that place again; neither can I aescribe %, only to say to the reader that you can throw a lighted brass lamp down one hole and see it go and keep on going— it is endless. Up the river five miles fa: ther the mammoth fish live in a bottomless hole in the center of the river. These large fish come up out of this hole in the summer season. They have been seen sv large that men have struck them on their heads with canoe paddles in shallow water, but they would make their way to this deep hole, where the very muddiest water will boil up, while the water around is perfectly clear in dry weathel ————_-e-+—_____ Chic Dogs. From the Philadelphia Ledger. The chic dogs of Paris form a well-known colony, and are recognized by the public as quickly and with as much deference almost as crack horses are on the field. Whenever Kiki—a beutiful white and silver-gray ca- niche—appears, all Paris knows he belongs to the Countess Mailly-Nosle, whose favor- ite he is, and in the same way a fine dark chestnut dog of the same variety is recog- nized as Count de Reilhac’s constant com- panion. The Orleans princesses adore toy terriers and small bulldogs, while the Duch- ess of Chartres will look at no dogs but her black and tan terrier. The Rothschilds—as a family—have the greatest love and admi- ration for dogs in general, owning a great number and sparing no pains for their com- fort. Baroness Alphonso de Rothschild shows off her family of yellow terriers with greatest delight, whereas Nathaniel de Rothschild’s pride is centered in his but- terfly dog—a microscopic red and white furred creature, with long, peculiar ears resembling a butterfly’s wings. Arthur de Rothschild’s preference is for griffons, but his son, Gustave, takes no interest in any but great, fine Danish mastiffs. The beau- tiful American, Mme. Ferdinand Bischoffs- heimes’ favorite is a surly, fighting wolf- dog, but whose affection and gentleness to his mistress and her friends are endearing. Mrs. Smilax—‘Henry, I really believe Freddy is going to be a doctor when grows up. I heard him tell Mary that must be careful of her health, and that pie was considered hurtful.” Mr. Smilax—“It looks to me as though he is more likely to become a lawyer. I noticed that he had two pieces of pie at supper last evening.”—Boston Transcript. COOKS IN THE NAVY! Fill a Very Important Role on Board a Big Ship. PART OF WISDOM 10 PLACATE THEM They Can Make Life Very Uncom- fortable for Others. BROOK NO INTERFERENCE Written for The Evening Star. HE WISE MAN-0O'- war's man cultivates an the ship's cook. As boss of the galley, general manager of the mess cooks, su- perintendent of the stewards and mess attendants, and over- Seer-in-chief of all that appertains to the very important business of eating on board a man-of-war, the ship's cook is a good deal of a blue jacket, and he needs to be very carefully handled and nursed by alt hands forward. Among petty officers he is second only to the master-at-arms in the degree of respect that he exacts and re- ceives at the hands of the ship's company. Sailors and marines of experience fully un- derstand the importance of Standing well in his estimation. While they are perfectly well aware that they'll get their rations, anyhow, even if they happen to be regard- ed with slanting eye by the ship's cook, they are bothered by the knowledge that to be out of faver with the ship's cook is to be considered not altogether right, gen- uine or on the level by all hands forward. It has always been thus in the American ravy. No reasonable explanation can be given why even the old-timers in the serv- ice almost invariably seek the ship's cook’s opinion of new men aboard before passing jucgment upon them, but the fact remains that they do. Capt. Cuttle, it will be re- membered, had a singuarly profound ap- preciation of the wisdom and attainments ef his friend Jack Bunsby, although the lay mind discovers little basis for such ad- miration in the humorously barren mental exudations of Bunsby. But the American man-o'-war ship's cook is never a Bunsby. He is always a man-o’-war’s man of many years of sailorizing, and he works his way into the galley through the possession of certain qualities, the most essential of which is that sort of ready pugnaciousness that fits him to give perpetual verbal or even fistie battle to mess cooks and strikers 0 develop ideas of their own about the right way to run a man-o'-war galley. The man-o'-war ship's cook is always a sold man in the physical sense of the word, and he is capable of very great extremes of friendship or hatred. The man forward who stands in with him gets privately preparéd lit-bits and dainties such as never make their appearance on mess tables forward. The ‘man who treats the ship’s cook with indifference has a job to square himself with the ship's company. An Arbiter of Destiny. A new quartermaster comes aboard with his beg and hammcck. “What do you make o’ that bucko?” one of the old-timers inquires of the ship's cook a day or so later. The ship's cook sets his teeth down on his pipe and makes no reply. A few days later the same question is put to him. If ihe new quartermaster has improved his opportunity to get on an even keel with the ship's cook, “A good seaman and a proper shipmate,” is the latter's reply to the question. But if the new man has fail- ed to make his expected devoirs around the galley door, “A rotten ratline and a lubber,” says the ship's cook, and the new man has got something to live down, for the ship's cook's opinion gets all over the vessel in no time. In general the officers of a man-of-war treat the ship’s cook with unusual consid- eration, for even they know that the ship's cook's opinion of them as officers and sea- men counts greatly for or against them in the matter of gaining and holding the re- spect or ill-will of the men up forward. The ship's cook is never very far from the gangway when a newly attached offi- cer comes over the side. If, not having been a former shipmate of the officer, he does not know the latter's qualities, he sizes him up at a glance, and in nine cases out of ten he does this with prophetic accuracy. And when a man-o’-war ship's cook remarks of a new officer whom he thus inspects, “He's got a list to starb’rd from salutin’ and knucklin’ to the skip- per, and he’s a proper bucko first mate for a lime-juicer"—(American sailor's name for a British man-of-war)—the new officer must set to work immediately to redeem himseif if he has the wisdom to care to lup off the burden of the reputation be- stowed upon him in this initial estimate of the ship's cook. Could Brook No Criticism. A couple of young ensigns of compara- tively little experience in the fine art of handling men forward undertook a couple of years age to make it warm for an Irish ship's cook serving on a man-of-war fit- ting out at the Mare Island navy yard for a cruise on"the China station. This ship's cook had been in the American navy, man and boy, for thirty-four years, and no man could prowl around the forward decks of men-of-war for that length of time without developing a crusty temper. This Irish ship's cook was undeniably short of speech when addressed in like fashion by young officers, but he was one of the best men of his rating in the navy, and he was well known to all of the older officers in the ser- vice, from the chief of the bureau of navi- gation down to the junior commanders. The two young ensigns, as officers of the deck, criticised the cleanliness of the gal- ley on several occasions. A man-of-war galley is kept cleaner than a Dutch kitchen; and this Irish ship's cook was a notably clean man in his business. But when the young officers made their criticisms the ship was in dry dock and necessarily not up to the floating standard of cleanliness, either in galley or cabin, and so the Irish- man muttered that they could go to the devil without rattling his pans and skillets sufficiently to drown his remark. He went up to the mast for it, and was severely called down by the skipper. The Irish ship's cook got shore liberty a couple of hours later, went down to San Francisco, hopped aboard an express train and was in Washington five days later. He went to the Navy Department. “What's the matter, Mike?” he was asked by half a dozen officers that he hed been shipmates with when they were middies. “Where's your ship, and why are you not aboard of her?” “Oi's a dayserter,” Mike replied. Then he related to them his grievances. “Oi'd rather put in me two or three-year bit in Boston for goin’ over th’ soide thin t’ bake cracker hash on thot packet for th’ lingth av a Chinese cruise,” was the way he wound up. ‘The officers smiled. The cook had not been away from the ship for ten days, the period of time thet must elapse before a non-re- turning bluejacket or marine can be de- A man-of-war ship’s cook has the dozen or so of mess cooks, who do the actual cooking aboard ship, under absolute con- trol. The ship’s cook himself does not do mess cooks who do the boiling and stewing and roasting are merely his satellites. The tion from the beginning of a cruise to the end of It. A mess cook, rendered te by what he considers the favoritism of the boss of the galley, once in a while goes ashore. gets drunk, and returns to the ship with two lungs and &@ foolish tonkue filled with stored-up observations intended for the ear of the ship's cook. He might as well load himself with bitterness to vent upon the commanding officer. The ship's cook man handles him to a standstill t tongue music faster than any hormpipe, and the rampageous mess cook must atone by many weary weeks of humility and con- tracted range space for his rum-embold- ened bearding of the master of the galley. When a mess cook fs shorn of the amount of cooking space on the ranges that he thinks he needs. he can’t get the meals of his mess ready in time for the piping of mess gear. This not only gets him in trou- ble with his mess, the members of which call him many names worse than a bloom- ing Dutch galleon with a jury rig in a head sea, but it gets him up to the mast an@ in the-eye of the skipper for tardiness in meal serving. In a word, there ts no comfort or happiness possible for the man-o'-wart mess cook who betrays the slightest disin- clination to simply revolve in a remote out- er.orbit around the boss of the galley Learning the Ropes. The cabia and ward room cooks on most United States men-of-war are nowadays nearly all Japs ard Chinese. A newly ship- ped Japagese cook for the skipper of an Americaa warship is always a pretty perky Nttle man at first, until he has had a few ren-ins with thé ship's cook. Then he dis- covers that he is just as much of a deu in a begrimed deck as the rest of the mess cooks. The Jap eabin cook, new to man-of- war life, quite naturally thinks that as the preparer of food for the commander of the ship he ought to be entitled to a good many more galley privileges than, for instance, the mess cook who devises and simmers the slum and scouxe for the landsmen mess. Thus thinking, he begins by patro ising the ship's cook as soon as he gets his dunnage aboard—and the Japanese menial knows how to be almost as patronizing as an American railway ticket clerk. But before he has boiled his first’ kettle of Water or greased his first pan he finds that he has two immediate masters aboard ship, and that the more rigorous of the two is the master of the galley, the man he has attempted to patronize. When he gets the first bit of the ship's cook’s mind he is apt to do one of two things. If he is a wise Jap in bis generation, he will repair to one of the ward room Jap cooks and take counsel with him in his own language with reference to the nature of the prerogatives and authority of tht man running the galley. The information he will thus acquire from his brother Ja, who has been there himself, will be in- structive and valuable to him as guiding his future corduct when in the vicinage of the galley. If he is too much agrieved in his soul over his initial sitting down upon at the hands of the ship's cook, he nay make for the commanding officer, the gentleman of the cabin, whose palate he is employed to tickle, and to him relate with gesticulaticns and shoulder shrugs the sort of reception Le has gotten in the galley. The commanding officer will lend to him an attentive but unhearing ear— for commanding officers know the n: of having one bess-in-chief in partment of a ship, and they know be- sides that when a ship's cook is reduccd to Iky condition of mind as the result of a calling down at the mast he is capa- ble of performing a great deal of inocula- tion of the wrong sort up forward. Chinese Diplomacy. The Chinese mess cook is more diplo- matic than the Jap, and he always achieves more success in the galley for this reason. The Chinaman aboard a man-of-war car- ries his sharp, discerning sye along with him, and the Chinaman in any condition of life seems to possess an instinctive knowl- edge of just the people it is necessary for him to placate in order to create smooth sailing for himsaif. It does not take the Tawest, just-shipped Chinese mess cook on & man-of-war five minutes after getting over the side with his beg end bammock to discover that his duty aft is not a whit more hefty than his duty forward, and he begins the conciliation of tie ship's cook by the time his enlistment papems are dry. For example, he snips off a dainty bit of the bird or the roast he has prepared for the cabin or ward room and pays initial tribute with it to the galley master. When he begins to sort over his gear a day or so after shipping he happe to find among his traps a “corking mat” (a sort of deck rug that bluejackets spread on deck for snoozing) or a silk handkerchief or a pack of Shanghai-made cigarettes that he feels confident the ship's cook would appreciate, and by these shrewd means he makes a hit where it is chiefly necessary for him to gain approval, and mortgages practically from the go-off about twice as fhuch cook- ing space as he Is rightfully entitled to and a hundred times the number of privileges that a Jap mess Cook ever obtains in the galley from one cruise to another. > A Clergyman'’s Experiment & Reece Selling. From the London Telegraph A laudable attempt on the part e Notting Hill clergyman to practically fl- lustrate to the working class portion of his flock the combined benefits of religion and a tankard of beer has, we regret to hear, proved unsuccessful. The Rev. Prebend- ary Denison started, for the social pleasure of his congregation, a club, where the reverend gentleman or his curate went, after dispensing theological pabulum in the church, and served the members with beer and other corporeal refreshments. The idea was to keep them away from public houses and te afford them honest recreation with a reasonable amount of tipple. By the rules mo man could be serv- ed with liquor more than three times in the course of a night. But the clergy- man was unaware of the degree if not of original sin at least of bibulous ingenuity among the rougher classes of Notting Dale. They evaded the rule by clubbing together their twopences and treating each other, so that in the course of the evening a member was able to obtain half a dozen, or even more, drinks, instead of three. The result was sometimes unpleas- ant, and the Prebendary has therefore reluctantly determined to give up the ex- periment. — The men who do dar. ing deeds in battle, are men whose arteries pul- sate with the rich, red, vital blood of health. The same is true of the men who win success in the battles of work and_ busi pore. The blood is the stream of life. If itis impure vital in yi improperly nourished and. becomes weal sl Giorasell endl Saline peateres tos fanctions in the economy of life. he vic- tim suffers from appetite leep, wind, pain, fulness and swelling of the ater meals, bed taste in the mouth, breath, imaginary food in the throat, headaches, giddi All of these conditions and their causes are prom cured by the use of Doctor Pierce’s Medical Discovery. It brings back the keen edge of a makes the digestion perfect and liver active. It makes rich, red, pure blood filled with the life-giving elements of the food that build healthy tissues, firm flesh, and impart TS obstinate ailments. Costiveness, anently Pellets. tive, and and may return of tna ‘bowels and have * as good.”’