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NAX O'RELL'S ADVENTURES Famous Author's Reminisoances of the Franco-German War HUNMOROUS INCIDENT OF THE COMMUNE An Observer and Prisoner of Denth Cry Ware f & College Ch A Pinch of Toba ® Life Saver o an At the threshhold of these few remarks 1 #howd like to be permitted to pay to the French soldier my warm tribute of admira- tion. He is as eosy to lead as a child His checrfulness and gay philosophy enable him to endure the greatest hardships with out a murmur. All he wants is justice When he has recelved his provisions h straightway goes to weigh his meat, hi bread, hie coffec, his sugar, even his salt All he wants is his due, and if he finds that he has not received short weight he is satisfied and cheerful. A kind word from an officer will make him happy. A cigar- ette offered to him if he is short of tobacro will make a hero of him I remember one day passing a young #oldier who was being taken to the hospital His right hand had been shot off elean “‘Cheer up, my boy!" I saild to him; “no more fightjng for you. They will nurse you and take care of you." “‘Ah, lieutenant,” he replied pitiful to contemplate, “how my clgarettes now?" T put a small box of ready made cigar- ettes in his breast pocket. I $hall never forget the expression of gratitude on his face. In another instance a was pitylng his captain, Just been amputated “Don’t cry, old fool,” said the captain to him, “I am going to keep you, and, in the future, you will only have one boot to clean every morning." with a am I to roll devoted orderly whose leg had A Devoted Orderly. 1 had the good luck to start the campalgn with a good, devoted orderly, a man about 40 years of age, called Rabier. He was a tailor, a shoemaker, a carpenter, a cook and, in times of need, a man of many re- sources and unlimited audacity. But for him I should have had to go without food many a day. He was an old African sol- dier and it never with him a question of what he could do, but rather of what he could not do. His attachment and devo- tion to me were those of a kind parent, and he many times tended me as a kind and killful nurse would. When, at night, I had retired under my tent, and was lylng on some straw or dry leaves strewed on the ground, with a blanket over me, he would come noise- lessly in, listen to find out whether 1. was asleep, then carefully tuck me in before he himselt went to lie down under his own tent. With a few pleces of wood he would improvise a bedstead, and my clothes were every day most carefully examined and kept In a state that would have done honor to the best of housewives. An officer has to stand on his dignity more or less. My dear Rabler had no dignity to stand on, and, thanks to that, he many times_su cesstully managed to scheme and get me a dinner when I had lost all hope of get- ting one. I remember that one day my regiment stopped for the night in a deserted village which we reached at about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. All the officers were assigned to an abandoned farm house. The pro- visions had not arrived and no one had the slightest ldea how soon they would arrive. The privato soldiers carried their « pro- visions In the knapsacks. They were sure of their meals. But the officers had to rely on the arrival of the wagons. For two hours we sat in silence, about thirty of us. By 6 o'clock some prepared to lie down on the floor and try to sleep and for~ get the pangs of hunger, when Rabier, ra- dlant, triumphant, smiling from ear to ear, cntered and announced that dinner was ready. We looked at each other, specchless and unbelieving. By what miracle could dipner be ready? We repaired to a barn where, to our stupefaction, we saw on the floor omelettes, rabbits and chickens, fill- Ing the place with odorous perfumes. 1 heard, later on, that Rabler had ridden to a nelghboring village and called on the mayor, stating that he was ordered by the | general. commanding the division to bring provisions for his staff. And he got all he asked for, the mayor even refusing to hear of any payment. Rabler was the hero of the day and none of us had the courage to reprimand him for the manner in which he had obtained that dinner. Poor Rabler! At the battle of Worth he recelved a bullet which entered his head under the chin and came out between his nose and his right eye. As he was being taken away from the battlefield he signed to me that he wanted to speak. 'I went to him and placed my ear close to his mouth, when he said jn a tone hardly audible “Who will take care of you while I am away?" And 1 thought there were tears in his eyes. 1 know there weredn mine. I never w him afier that. He died in the hos- pltal. The Death Cry At 12 years of age 1 struck up a friend- ehip with a young Pole, named Gojeskl, who was in the same class with me at chool. We became inseparablo chums. Year after year we were promoted at the same time. We took our university de- |fiold Medal At Pan-American Exposition. f n Friend. Unlike Any Other ! 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The colonel drew us up in bat tle line, pieked up a Prussian hefmet with his sabre, held it high up in the air and said to us: “‘Forward, boys, and remem- | ber that a bullet in the back is as painful a8 in the chest, and it doesn't look o0 nice. Down the hill he went like the wind through a shower of bullets and shells. Our colonel was the first to fall dead. Two min- utes later about two-thirds of the regiment reached the top of the opposite hill. The rest were on the ground. We were imme- ditely engaged in & desperate hand-to-hand fight—a scene of hellish confusion. And there, amidst the awful din of battle, 1 heard dear Gojeski's death-cry as he fell from his horse a few yards from me, and 1 saw a horrible gash on his fair young head. He had paid France for her hospl tality to his family. I fought like a madman, seeing nothing but that dear mutilated face before my eyes. 1 say “like a madman,” for it was not through courage and bravery. In a melee you fight like a madman—like a savage. When 1 Shed Blood for Poor little Pole, he had died for France 1 myself, at the age of 14, had shed some blood for Poland. Yes, at 14. But listen. In 1863, the Poles tried to shake off the yoke of Russia by force of arme. All young France got excited over | the struggle, and subscriptions in aid of the insurgents were started in all the French schools and colleges. 1 remember collecting a good deal of money in my school, and I found all the boys cheérfully ready to do, without sweets or chocolate for a week or so in order to be able to give a frane, 50 centimes, or whatever they could afford, out of their little pocket allowance, for a cause that all considered a righteous one. In the eyes of a French school boy an insurrection is always a righteous cause. However, there was a tall, big boy, who not only refused to give or promise me any money, but who declared that he hiped the Russians would soon exterminate .all the Poles. That was more than I could stand In a moment I had taken off my coat, and advancing toward him with my clenched fists | I gave him a determined “‘Come on!™ He was older and much stronger than I was, and, after a few rounds, I got the worst of it. During the struggle he man- aged to catch hold of my head under his left arm and tore a plece of flesh off my face. 1 have still a little scar under my left eye which reminds me that, at 14, I shed my blood for the holy cause of free- dom. My adversary, however, was not allowed to rest on his laurels very long. Every boy who felt strong enough to meet him sent him a challenge, and life was made so miserable for him that, at the end of the quarter, his parents withdrew him from the school. corps Poland. A Prisoner of War. 1 was taken prisoner at the baitle of Sedan, and, after spending five months of captivity in the fortress of Wesel, on the Rhine, I returned to France, and one morning surprised my mother at home. For five months and a half she had had no news and did not know whether I was a prisoner of war or whether I had been Kkilled, That meeting can better be im- agined than described. 1 could only spend two days at home, as my regiment was being reorganized in Paris, and I bad to joln it. On March 18, 1871, the people of Paris, in possesslon of all the armament which had been placed in their hands to defend the capltal of France against the Germans, detided to make a strange use of their guDns. They proclaimed the Commune with the view of killing somebody, their com- patriots rather than nothing, and the French army, not yet reorganized, and also probably out of habit just lately contracted, retreated to Versailles, leaving Paris at the mercy of the revolutionists. Incldent of the Commune. A Qisaster at war is mot always without its humorous side, and the French army, having enough reputation for bravery to stand a little joke at its own expense, I will here, in a few words, tell the story of | the capture of the Chatteau de Becon, of | which magna pars ful. We were some 1,500 braves who took part in it. On April 10, 1871, we received from Mar- shal MacMahon the order to attack and capture the Chauteau de Becon, on the banks of the Seine, which castle was oc- | cupied by the Communists, who had placed on its terrace two batteries that swept | everything on the road from Courbevole |to Paris. The attack was to take place | | during the night. Now, everyone knows that a night at- | tack has absolutely no chance of success | unless it 1s made by old troope, by soldiers known overy one to the officers. . The French army was only just organized ater the disasters of the Franco-German war, and the regiments were quickly reorgan- ized with soldiers just returned from cap- tivity and with young recruits. We did not know the men now under us, and the men had little confidence in officers who had never led them under fire before. We all felt how risky the whole thing was; still we had orders, and ours was not to discuss { but to go We started at 1 o'clock in the morning, | having to march about five miles to reach the chateau. We had no maps, and the rumor spread among the troops that the en- gineers, who were in front, did not even | know where the entrance to the castle was | and that while they would look for it in th | | pitch dark of the night, the communists | | would probably have time to annihilate our | | force on the road which their cannons com- | manded. There was no confidence in the ranks. The engineers marched in front, fol- lowed by the infantry. In the rear we were { with the artillery. | We advanced with great caution, the sol- | diers with guns ready to fire, the officers with swords in their right hands and re- volvers in their left After marching at a very slow pace for two hours and a half, we heard a great yell from the front, following shots fired from the castle windows. 1 will not attempt to describe the scene of confusion that ensued, a panic of the worst description. At the rear we shouted “halt!” But to stop in the middle of the night panic-siricken soldiers running away, why, you might as well try "m stop with yous umbrella an express when running at the rate of sixty miles an hour We had to retreat and return to the spot we had left two hours and a half before. Four men were killed and a dozen or so wounded, but every oné of the young re- cruits was sure he had a bullet somewhere. | \ Leniency of the Marshal, On hearing of our retreat Marshal Mac- Mahon showed himselt lenient. He knew what kind of troops we had under us, and did not utter one angry word, but ordered us to be ready to resume the attack at day- break. We bivouacked on the spot, took coffee and a nap, and at 6 in the morning ordered our men 'o march, determined now to return dead or victorious. | We told tbe men, although we kuew grees the same day, entered the lmanrv!nolmhl about it, that the engineers now our | had the plan of the castle, and that the | capture | which | the castle with its thirty or forty windows | | tacing us. | Some_Chorus girl began, | | | THE OMAHA DAII of any be effected them would and, to give artillery went in is nothing like the place difficulty confidence, some of them. There the sight of cannon to Inspire confidence in Infantry soldiers. I have many times heard shouts of joy from the infantry on hearing that the eannons were near and supporting th That's all right,” they would yell, “the big drum is with us. Now we can play a tune The men marched we expected without more tront more cheerfully than even began to sing, sign confidence in French soldiers. We now felt on the road to glory. Still | advanced very cautiously. Soon we sighted | Some is a great of marching we were we All guns were silence them the almed at at once windows. those We Wwe windows faw no one heard not a sound. We went slowly, hand on the trigger started from the front, We looked with the glasses and saw the englneers inside the gates of the castle. We told the men that the castle was cap- tured. All hearts felt stout, all keen to &0 on and to take full possession of the Pl stin went on with prudence, as an ambuscade might be feared. We were now all of us inside the grounds. Parties were sent to search every part of the castle; not a soul was seen any- where. The castle was empty. While we had run away from the tle toward Versailles In the night the communists, after firing a few shots from the windows, had run away from the castle toward Paris, leaving their two batteries on the terrace. A messenger was dispatched to the marshal to announce that we had taken possession of the Castle of Becon. No- body wae decorated for it, but we were victorious and allve to appear at on cautlously, every Another big shout but a shout of joy. we How a Little Tobneco Worked. Tragedy was soon to foHow this piece of | light comedy. On April 14 my regiment | received orders to attack the Neuilly | bridge, a formidable position held by the communists. We had no cavalry to do the | work, so artillery was ordered to send the cannons away nnd charge the occupying the bridge. Forty men, under my command, were chosen. I reviewed my men. One of them looked sulky “What's the matter with you?” I sald “Why, lieutenant,” he replied, “we shall never any of us come back; the job is a big one. 1 should like to have a pipe be- fore going and I have no tobacco.” “Look here, old fellow,” T sald, “fill your pipe and have a smoke. We charge in ten minutes.” I gave him my to force pouch. He filled his pipe and smoked. He said nothing beyond a “thank you We started by a by-street and as soon as we appeared on the main 10ad, 400 yards from the bridge, we made a dash. What the Germans had not done some compatriot of mine succeeded in do- ing. I fell severely wounded. Out of the forty men who started, ten took the bridge, the other thirty fell dead or wounded. 1 was quickly picked up and taken to a house in safety by one of my men—the one whose pipe I had helped to fill. For such a small service a Frencn soldier will risk his lite, and I have always thought I owed mine to my tobacco pouch. After spending five monthsgin the Ver- sallles hospital and three more at Saint- Malo in convalescence, the army surgeons declared that I ehould no longer be able to use my right arm for military purposes, and I was granted a lieutenant's retiring pension But for that wound I should now be in the French army, perhaps enjoying the title of colonel, like most of my American triends, MAX O'RELL. Too Stringent. > Mr. Gotham—So you are going to settle in the United States? New Arrival from South America—Yes, sir; they've got to drawing things a little too fine 'in South America to suit me. Why, sir, it's got o now that a man can’t even get a job at overthrowing a govern- ment unless he belongs to the Revolution. ists' union, and has paid his fees regu. larly for six months.—New York Weekly. Begins at Bed Rock. Health, strength and vigor depend on digestion.. Dr. King's New Life Pills makes it perfect or no pay. Only 25c. For sale by Kuhn & Co. 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It stands highest, If you use it you produces. as a laxative, with physicians. have the best laxative the world A Reform " In Spelling A SHORT STORY BY PEARL HOWARD CAMPBEI If that man down atairs st be obliged to move. 1 will not have sh, He has been that to a aid, that, Miss change that sure that 1| by asking | won't do with some | personal correspondence continually in spected by a stranger. It's an outrage!" Miss Paula Seyton looked up angrily from | her morning mall | “1 should hate to g away,” she said reflectively, as she glanced around her | cozy domain. *1 love these rooms and they are so convenlent to the office.” Miss Paula Seyton was an enthusiastic | journalist whose friends addressed her as Paul. She had enjoyed the possession of ber charming flat in the Arlington until the arrival of one, Paul Seaton, who took the apartment below. | Their mail from the first wae confused Letters intended for Paula and addressed simply to Paul Seyton or P. Seyton were sure to find thelr way into the letter box below. As Mr. Seaton was manuscript reader for a downtown magazine and Paula was dolng night work on the Daily Dis- patch, it naturally followed that they might have remained in total ignorance of each other but for the letters which persisted In going astray. On this particular morning the epis- | tolary confusion was more exasperating | than ever to Paula. She was unusually | tired and she laid down a letter from a tailor with a sigh of yexation. “I did not order g,sack roat with my spring sult, so I suppose that is for him." Taking up the next letter she read: “My Dear Paul.—Aflow me to congratu- late you on your unexpected good fstune.” (Paula had lately received an inc.ease in salary, so she read on.) “I was not sure at first whether the plum had fallen to you or that plucky little journalist whose name is so like yours, but the verses were unmistakable.” “So he s a poet,” Paula mused. “He probably wears his hair in ringlets and goes about reading his poetry to everys body who will listen. I detest poets, and this one above all others."” She laid the letter down as if deter- mined to read no farther, but, seeing her own name mentioned, her curlosity over- came her scruples and she read on “By the way, have you met Miss Paula yet? It not, I advise you to do so. A friend of mine who is working on the Dis- patch knows her, and says she s charming and not a bit like your description of her. Better cultivate her acquaintance. Yours traternally, JACK " she sald to herself, “he has ac- tually discussed me with his friends. Per- haps I shall have something to say about his making my acquaintance.” Then her eyes danced. “It must be from Haskell very nice to me of late. I suppose I ought to take these letters down Mr. Seaton and ask for mine.” Half way down the stairs she met man coming up Miss Paula Seyton, 1 believe,” he with & smile and a bow. Faula gave a frigid little nod and looked down into the most cloquent pair of brown eyes that she had ever seen, “I am your neighbor just below, he said, genlally. "I believe these letters were in- tended for you, although they were addressed simply to Paul Seaton. Iam very sorry that I opened them. It was a great impertinence on my part, but you see, I could not decide by the outside that they were not intended for me.” “These are doubtless yours,” sald Paula stiffly nank you, yes. It's a great annoy- ance, {sn’t 1t?" trying to be friendly. “It i, Indeed,” Paula replied. “I really think that I shall be obliged to move.” His voice disarmed her and sho glanced down at the tall figure with a half smile on her face “Oh, I. bope you Seyton,” he said, noting the had come over her. “I am can prevent all further trouble my triends to key my letters “Key? How?' she asked show of interest “Why, like an ad, you know Drawing out his notebook he wrote his | name and added the letters H, C. within a | circle “Now whenever you Teceive a letter ad dressed to Paul Seaton Without those magic | letters you cre at liberty to open it. Good morning, Miss Seyton. You are tired from your night's work, I will not detain you longer." Paula retreated to her room “He did not offer to move,” she reflocted “and he really should, because he last. But he is ever so much nicer than I thought he would be, and he apologized beautitully. 1 wonder what those letters mean that he wrote after his name? H. C —what can they mean?" Then, like & sensible little woman, Paula went to sleep. Paul Seaton read his letters and indulged in & Tevery before he went to his work She Is charming.” he sald to himself. and came s fat and forty? I shall make a desperate effort 1o know her. 1 wonder if she read | Seaton’s found with Every morning she her mall a small box of flowers. Sometimes they were old-fashioned pinks, sometimes prim- and again great bunches of purple pansies. Paula attributed these to the sen timental Haskell, but coming down one morning with a pansy tucked in ber belt she met the The perceptible on his face as his eyes rested on the tor her the the of the flowers. She was beginning look forward to these chance meetings with eagerness that surprised her, when one day she found among her letters one addressed simply to Paul Seyton, As it bore the name of a magazine that had sometimes accepted her contributions, she broke the seal and read “Dear Mr. Seyton: 1 regret to disappoint you by returning vour exquisite little love idyll, but at present we are overstocked with verse of all kinds. I shall be glad to examine anything in prose that you may care to eend us. Very truly yours, “EDITOR OF She unfolded the manuscript with some curiosity. The poem was inecribed “To my Swoet P- When she reached “My flow- ers you on vour bosom wear,” the blushes came and went in her cheeks and her eyes grew bright. The heart of the poet was revealed to her, and she realized for the first time how dearly and truly he loved her. A sound of footsteps in aroused her from her pleasant revery. She hastily replaced the letter in the en- velope and opened the door. The poet was walting for her at the foot of the stairs. She held out the letter and the verses with a guilty smile, “It did not have the letters on the out- side, you know,” she began bravely, “and €0 I thought it was for me. read the letter and the poem,” she fal- tered, trying hard to raise her eyee to his tace. The poct caught her hands in his; poem fluttered unheeded to the floor. “And you are not angry with me for my presumption, Paula, dearest?” “No, why should I be?" raising her eyes to his. Just how it happened, Paula never knew but the next moment she felt herself en- circled by a pair of strong arms and gently drawn back until her head rested on Paul houlder. aul "’ she asked later, “‘what letters H. C. mean?" ‘Did you never guees? Sweetheart, they stood for ‘Her Captive But there need be no more trouble about the mail. We will spell it Seyton or Seaton, just as you vlease.” s Eweet roses stairs poet ast mite flowers sender solved secret of the aid those please,”” she repeated soft you ing Passion. A good woman was dying; a woman who bad been a true wife and a loving mother; a woman with but one weakness—a love for gossip. Although her time on earth was short ehe was critically watching the attending physician and the nurse, as they talked in subdued whispers of the their united skill bad been avert In powerless to response to’the summons of the all of Jack’s letter? If she did, she prob- ably despises me.” The iqtters no longer wemt Paula was sstray, but puzsling over s mew- circum- result which | | the hall below | tor a through road at the Because Its component parts are all wholesome, It acts gently without unpleasant It is wholly free from obj ctionable substances. 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ELECTRIC RAILWAY v York State a Lonz | urba Unes the The electric road which has been run- ning between Hudson and Albany in this state for two years or more, says the New York Tribune, s only one of a large num- ber of interurban lines of equal or greater length now in operation in various parts of the United States. Most of them, like this, parallel steam roads, offer lower fares than the latter and have taken away from them a large amount of business Mary, like this one, carry freight, mall and express matter In addition to passen- gers. Nearly all of them pay handsome dividends, because the patronage is large and the capitalization small. In one par- ticular, however, the practice of the Hud- son & Albany company Is rather uncom- mon. A private right-of-way was pur- chased by the projectors, who intended it art, whereas many other Interurban systems are merely consolidations of previously existing short trolley lines. Having its route all fenced in, this corporation is able to develop higher spceds than would be safe on or- dinary country roads. Trains cover a dis- And—and 1] \ \ | | tance of thirty-seven miles, including eighteen gtops, in Afty-five minutes, which is forty miles an hour, Between stations actual running is sometimes at the rate of sixty miles an hour. Another advantage of the private right-of-way is that it ren- ders feasible the use of a third rall, in- stead of the overhead wire, to supply current to the motors. Now, this third rail has been the sub- Ject of exceedingly gloomy forecasts. There were plenty of prophets who expected everything to work well in summer time. “But wait till cold weather,” they sald, “and then see what happens! Part of the trouble which they anticipated was to come from snowdrifts in deep cuts, but the prin cipal evil on which they counted was the paralysis which should ensue when the electric conductor became coated with fce, A correspondent of the Electrical World declares that the trains on the electric road have run more nearly on schedule time this winter than those of the com- peting steam line. Although there was a great “rotary” plow in reserve ready for instant use, the ordinary plow was able to keep the track open at all times. As for the third rail, there was never but one | delay in cleaning it, and this did not ex- cced two hours, With that one exception the conductor has remained in emiclent condition, although irains run only once an hour in each direction. In one or fwo particulars the epparatus is slightly origl- nal, perhaps. It consists of a combination of knives and stiff brushes. But the es- New York, N. 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These temporary abodes of the homeloss and benighted in this city are, as a rule, as good as can be found elsewhere at the same rate, says the Chicago Tribune, but plans have been recently drawn for a new modest | price hotel which, when completed, will not only excel in every particular thoso houses crected in New York by D. 0. Mills, but will be the best in the world for the poor man Thie new hotel will be called “The North- ern” and will be erected by Miller & Mec- Ginnis at 24 North Clark street There will be 250 rooms, which, will be furnished in a style never before attempted in this or any other country. That is, no other city in the world will have a hotol which will offer to a patron the comfort and’ convenfences of “The Norihern” . for the small sum of 20 cents per night. The rooms will be amply large, 12x14, contain- ing a new model metallic bed, with, pure wool matiress. 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