The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 12, 1899, Page 18

18 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 1899. 00000000000000CC00000000 Lincoln 000000000000000000000000 Celobrating His HAnniversary Fow Fe W)anaged Ftis Senerals [+] (4 [ [ (4] (<] o g By Ida M. Tarbell (] Bpecial to the Bunday Call HE president of the United States 1s the commander-in- chief of the army and navy. It is his right, not only to call out troops and appoint officers, but to direct campaigns. This mili- (ary ‘authority of the President has not bicuous-in the war just ended, f hostilities had lasted longer ght have been as necessary for McKinley to have exercised his it was for Abraham ILdncoln the civil war. It ias several months after the war between the North and South began, & longer time in fact than the en- & war with Spain has covered, before Lincoln found it necessary to take ary reins in his hands and to ie orders directing movements. He k- at first from any such actlon, se as he very frankly owned he nothing about military matters, knew and he did not want to embarrass his generals. He was made the more sensi- tfve on this point because the first great hattle of the war—that of Bull Run, an fortunate disaster—was fought at his h and against the advice of the com- rder-in-chief of the army, General tt. For al months after Bull t gave no direct or- 1d write long letters fully six months after he ap- d McClellan to the command of rmy of the Potomac before Mr. suaded to Issue a for that general to move. e will try to picture what would happened to Mr. McKinley last he had had an army of nearly 200,000 men lying within 20 miles or so 1 paniards for fully three months it was well equipped and pretty had not ordered its he will have an idea Lincoln endured in the nd 1862 before he com- to move on Richmond. d all the angry pres- he thought s.” When to doubt that he would order for an advance until ly mastered the whole v tactics. No man er for a couple of coln did before he as- as commander-in- med on every military 1 get hold of. He knew to the last man. He Von Moltke did, down m and elevation. military expert d questions un- and he went away the man had learned so ont ) All this he forced to do_before he would order 1 to advance. fter he begun to give posi- he allowed the largest lati- execution. Indeed Lin- me peremptory with his ice as commander-in- aroused a kind of him toward all s their father, 1 to them. came out. same time appointed him commander of v of the Potomac. xecutive Man for you things soldier, f course, T like. I also be- do not mix politics with , in which you are rfidence in your- able if not an You are am- n reasonable rather than t during Gen- command of the aken counsel of arted him as much as you could, in which you 414 a great wrong to the country and to a most meritorious and hon- orable brother officer. I have heard, in such a way as to belleve it, of your recently saying that both the army and the Government needed a dictator. Of course, it was not for this, but in spite of it, that I have given you the command. Only those generals who gain successes can set up dic- tators. What I now ask of you is military success, and I will risk the dictatorship. The Government will support you to the utmost of its ability, which 1s neither more nor less than it has done and will do for all commanders. I much fear that the spirit which you have ald- ed to infuse into the army, of criti- ciziing their commander and with- holding confildence from him, will now turn upon you. I shall assist you as far as'I can to put it down. Neither you nor Napoleon, if he were alive again, could get any good out of an army while such a spirit prevails in it; and now be- ware of rashness. Beware of rash- ness, but with energy and sleep- less vigilance go forward and give us victories. Yours very truly, A. LINCOLN. Hooker had & manly heart and the President’'s words appealed to the best that was in him. Noah Brooks tells how he heard the general read the let- ter soon after its receipt. ‘‘He finished reading it,” writes Brooks, ‘“‘almost with tears in his eyes; and as he folded it and put it back in the breast of his coat he sald: ‘That is just such a letter as a father might write to a son. It is a beautiful letter, and although I think he was harder on me than I de- served, I will say that I love the man who wrote it."” Throughout the war Mr. Lincoln was beset by his generals to right their wrongs and gratify their ambitions. He was quick to see the motives at the bottom of complaints and pleas and when he thought them petty he bluntly sald so, at the same time reminding the applicants that winning battles, not haggling for honors, was a soldier's business just then. Thus in March, 1863, Rosecrans became disturbed be- cause Grant outranked him and he wrote Lincoln asking that his commis- sion be dated earlier. Lincoln at once saw the reason of the request and he replied: “Now as to your request that your commission should date from Decem- ber, 1861. Of course, you expected to galn something by this; but you should remember that precisely so much as you should gain by it others would lese by it. If the thing you sought had been exclusively ours, we would have given it cheerfully; but, being the right of other men, we having a merely arbi- trary power over it, the taking it from them and giving it to you becomes a more delicate matter and more deserv- ing of consideration. Truth to speak, I do not appreciate this matter of rank on paper as you officers do. The world will not forget that you fought the bat- tle of Stone River, and it will never e a fig whether you rank General nt on paper, or he so ranks you.” When it happened, as it sometimes did, that the jealousies between gen- erals became open conflicts, and Lin- coln was called upon by one or the oth- er to interfere, he never hesitated to refuse if he felt that his interference would complicate matters. Generally he managed to put into his refusal a word of good sense which if it had been heeded would have saved the country much disagreeable scandal and often would have saved the contestant his reputation. A case to the point occurred in January, 1863, when McClernand and Halleck were having trouble and Mc- Clernand appealed to Lincoln. The President’s reply was terse but suffi- clent: “I have too many famlily controver- sies, so to speak, already on my hands to voluntarily, or so as I can avoid it, take up another. You are now doing well—well for the country and well for yourself—much better than you could possibly be if engaged in open war with General Halleck. Allow me to beg that, for your sake, for my sake, and for your country’s sake, you give your whole at- tention to the better work.” It would not be difficult to extend these quotations to great length, for throughout the war the President showed the same patience and good gt | sense in cases where it seemed te him that his counsels might be useful. He 4 never spared those to whom he wrote; men. he never hesitated to lay. bare their offenses and their base motives, but he did it with an insight and a great- heartedness which softened the unrea- soning and impetuous and for the time st made them better soldiers and Though he wrote so large umber of these letters of counsel, he never wrote one thoughtlessly, nor, in- ABRAHAM LINGOLN, the New Statue by Gharles From a Photograph. deed, if he could help it. He realized.- thoroughly the delicacy of giving un- sought advice, and.only when he felt it his duty did he write. had written he sometimes was a long time in sending. Not long ago the War Department secured an admirable letter which : the - President wrote in December, 1861, to General Da- of good counsel Even after he Niehaus. eral Hunter had written dent’s reply to my ‘ugly letter.’ lay on his table a month after it was written, and when finally sent was by a st eclal conveyance, with the direction :!x:at it was only to be given to me when I was in a good humor.” There is in existence a draft of a let- ter dated September 25, 1863, and ad- dressed to General A. E. Burnside, in which Lincoln reviews the daily prom- ises that the general had been making to move to the aid of Rosecrans, then shut up in Chattanooga, and his steady move ‘“‘the contrary way.” When the President wrote the document he evi- dently felt that Burpside’'s own reports were the severest witnesses against him, for in his opening sentence he de- clared that Burnside’s conduct made him “doubt whether he was awake or dreaming.” Yet justified as he un- doubtedly felt he was when he wrate the letter, he never gent it. He held it, hoping as he always did that something would happen to make it unnecessary. The events of the next few weeks out- lawed this particular document and it exists to-day simply as a proof of Lin- coln’s unwillingness to criticize and advise unnecessarily. Although so uniformly kind even in his rebukes, there is more than one case on record where President Lin- coln’s patience failed and he sent a telegram of bitter sarcasm to a general. Such was his message to McClellan on October 24, 1862, when that general, after five idle weeks, refused to pursue the enemy because his cavalry horses had sore tongues. It was & drop too much for Lincoln. our dispatch about “I have just read &l sore-tongued and fatigued horses, he wired. ““Will you not pardon me for ask- ing what the horses of your army have done since the battle of Antietam that fatigues anything?” Yet even for this telegram he half apologized two days later. “Most certainly I intend no injustice to any, and if I have done any I deeply regret it. To be told, after more than filve weeks' total inaction of the army, and during which period we have sent to the army every fresh horse we pos- sibly could, amounting in the whole to 7918, that the cavalry horses were too much fatigued to move, presents a very cheerless, almost hopeless, prospect for the future, and it may have forced something of impatience in my dis- patch.” One pleasant feature of Mr. Lincoln's relations to his generals was the heart- iness with which he acknowledged every advance. ‘“‘God bless you and your army”.was the gist of many a telegram, many ‘a verbal message that he sent. Perhaps of all these congrat- ulatory messages none is pleasanter reading in the light of later events than the President’s letter to General Grant after Vicksburg. In a way it may be cailed Lincoln’s first recogni- tion of Grant: Major General Grant—My Dear General: I do not remember that ou and I have ever met personal- Y}'. 1 write this now as a grateful acknowledgment for the almost inestimable service you have done the country. I wish to say a word further. When you first reached the viclnity of Vicksburg,I thought you should do what you finally —march the troops across the neck, run the batterles with the trans- ports, and thus go below; and I never had any faith, except a gen- eral hope that you knew better than I, that the Yazoo Pass exped!- tion and the like could succeed. ‘When you got below and took Port Gibson, Grand Gulf and vicinity, I thought you should go down the river and join General Banks, and when you turned northward, east of the Big Black, I feared it was a mistake. I nowy wish to make the personfllhackndovlvledgment ;(hagvo}:xur\; were right and I was wrong. You very truly. A. LINCOLN. Comparatively little of these close re- lations of Lincoln with his generals was known to the public during the war. It was not until twenty years after his death, when his secretaries, Messrs. Nicolay and Hay, published their great work, which must remain through all time the most important gource for the history of Abraham Lin- coln, that the greater number of these ® wise, keen, kind letters were given to vid Hunter, who was dissatisfied with the public. Lan his place in the West and was inun- dating the War Department with what AJOR CLEMENT B. WHITE of Mr. Lincoln called “ugly” letters. On Selma, the only surviving the back of the letter in question Gen- prother-in-law of Abraham “The Presi- In, is nearing three score This Linco! triking resemblance to John Sherman. He is a thorough Southern gentleman of the old school. Major White was an officer of the Alabama State Guard at the outbreak of the war and under orders of the executive of the State took part with his command in the capture of Fort Morgan, Mobile Bay, before Alabama had formally seceded from the Union. When it was reported to President Lin- coln that his brother-in-law had per- formed this daring exploit agalnst the national authority, on being asked what he would do about it he replied: “Well, T suppose I shall have to hang ‘White—when we catch him.” Major White later performed many distinguished military and clvil servi- ces for the Confederacy. It was while Mr. White was attending college at Lexington, Ky., that he met and fell in love with Mattie Todd, the sister of Mrs. Lincoln. One summer White went with a brother of Mattie Todd and another friend to pass his va- cation at the Todd mansion. The dis- tance was only twenty-eight miles, but the train was four hours in making the trip. To add to the discomfort of the trip one of the party was crowded on a bench occupied by an awkward-looking countryman, his wife and two children. The children whined and.cried nearly all the way. On reaching the Frank- fort home they started to recount their experiences on the train. “I was serenaded all the way by a couple of squalling babies,” sald one. “The father of them was the ugliest white man I ever saw, and the children were the crossest brats I have seen.” There was an interruption, a turning of heads, and the gaunt, ugly passen- ger, wife and children, came into the room. In his arms was the boy who has since figured in this country’s an- nals as Robert T. Lincoln. Lincoln enjoyed the joke. He was on his way to Washington as a Congress- man from Illinois. “He was S0 enter- taining, sympathetic and lively,” gaid Major White, “that we soon forgot that his features were not handsome.” After his marriage, Major White set- tled at Selma, Ala., where he inherited a thriving business and a large proper. ty from his father. As a girl, Mattie Todd became a great favorite of Lin- coln. At the time of the inauguration, in company with her husband, she stopped at the White House. Her visits to Washington were frequent, and .as Lincoln did not wish the war to inter- rupt them he gave her a pass which would admit her through the lines at any point she chose. After crossing the Virginia line on a return from a visit an inspector followed Mrs. White to a hotel where she stopped, and in- sisted on examining her baggage. The officer was dismissed at the point of her pistol. On opening her trunk she was amazed to find that friends in Balti- more had stowed away there a splendid sword and a suit of uniform for General Robert E. Lee. At first Mrs. White thought it best to return to Washington and explain the whole matter to Lincoln, but her heart was really in the cause of the South, and she felt that General Lee probably needed the uniform. On her arrival at Richmond ghe consulted Presfdent Da- vis, whom she knew as well as Lincoln, and asked his opinion. He decided that General Lee must have the presents, and wrote with his own hand the de- tails-to Mr. Lincoln. The great man at the White House often twitted Mra. ‘White about her contretemps. Major White declares that it was not the wish or intention of the people of Alabama to secede from the Union. He gays that he believes if Lincoln’s “err- ing sister” programme had been adopted there would have been no civil war, and the emancipation of the slaves would have been brought about by gradual and rational means. The old gentle- man'’s reminiscences embrace many in- teresting phases of the unwritten his- tory of the war, but no man has a stronger feeling for the Union and the integrity of the government than he. His voice trembled with emotion as he told of the destruction of his prop- erty during the war, and then he re- verted to the history of some of the years and ten, and bears ‘& men who grew to be popular leaders in the war. 0000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Mrs. General Compton, Justice McFarland, General Shafter, Attorney General Tirey L. Ford, STORIES OF ST. VALENTINE’S DAY, BY HERE is no patron saint in the calendar so honored as St. Valentine. He comes “attended with thousand and ten thou- sand little loves; and the air is brush’d with the hiss of rustling wings.” countersign has been given, folly’s signals are fly- - ar upid’s blind votaries are already laying offerings upon his sentimental shrine. s old Saint Valentine, who never cast sheep’s eyes on | yuld be held sponsor for this day of soft captivity is| nsistencies. This Saint n on earth was to cure blindness, and the blind worship of C s devotees is the only affinity that identifles the of this day. ériod when affections are bestowed with all the sweetness | of ungought. While all may not have paid Valentine's fee, it is a red-letter day to many and here are some reminiscences. P A black cat for a valentine caused my liveliest recollection of Feb- ruary 14, nearly four years ago. ¢ The company was on the road going | | i to New York city and we had left the KATHRYN KIDDER. | train to take lunch at one of the stations. | | We were just boarding it again when I| e ———————& saw a poor Iittle black kitten run be- tween the wheels under the car. One of the boys coaxed it out for me and sald: ow, Miss Kidder, accept this little hoodoo pet for your valentine.” It was Valent{ne's day and I named the kitten Valentine. I picked it up and carried the poor, half-starved thing into my stateroom. The company held up their hands with-horror when they saw the black cat; for that is one of the traditional Jonahs of the theatrical profession—the black cat. And when they learned of my intention to travel with it they at once prophesied some dreadful catastrophe. That night we did have a fearful accident; the train was wrecked and cars went tumbling down an embankment. The first audible words I heard above the roar and din of the excitement were—"that black cat.” Miraculously .no one was killed and I claimed for my little foundling the distinction of having saved the lives of the passengers; but the passengers abused it in un- measured terms. The engineer discovered after the wreck that a black cat had been traveling in one of the staterooms and he said: “If I had known that before I would have refused to run the engine.” Well, we arrived in New York and opened at the Broadway Theater in ‘“Madame Sans-Gene.” I brought my black kitten to the theater with me and defled fate. During the laundry scene the cat walked on the stage. In doing the “business” I picked up the kitten, stroked him for a moment, and then looked about for a vacant space to lay him down upon. The stove upon which I was heating my irons was supposed to be red hot, but was made of paplermache and painted red to resemble a red-hot stove. Without thinking of the “property” I deposited my valentine upon the seemingly warm stove and he curled up in the most com- fortable manner imaginable. I was ignorant of the amusement of the audience until some one yelled from the front: “Turn the hose on the cat.”” That brought down the house and also the curtain, 1 afterward carried that cat on my journey 13,000 miles. - o7 (aleuhy My most vivid memory of all Valentine days I associate with the year 1875. At that time General Compton was stationed at Fort 4 Apache, Ariz, an Indian reservation. The life was one of the roughest im- aginable, and its ever-present apprehen- sions can only be understood by one who &—————————————0& has tried the nerve-racking career of living in a home on the frontier. The Indlans were generally peaceful and apparently appreciated their good treatment; but their most tranquil orgies filled me with fear. * I never shall forget the terror I felt on this Valentine's day. It had been unusually warm and I sat at the open window with my | itttle daughter upon my knee, watching the wild and weird fncan tation dance on the common just in front of our house. It was one of the peculiar customs of the Apache Indians to give | MRS, GENERAL COMPTON a “thanks” dance whenever they felt satisfied with their provisions and supplie They were especially grateful that day because I had made and presented each of them with a valentine—a piece of heart- shaped cardboard covered with red paper; and so they prolonged their dancing on that day for my benefit. It was also one of their customs to wear human hair as a sort of tassel to be suspended from their belts; and of all hair light hair was considered the greatest bit of ornamentation that they could secure. Unfortunately—for my own peace of mind after this date—my hair was red, the ve ade that filled the red warriors with envy. However, I sat there blissfully unconscious that I was being watched; that an Apache chief was even then seriously plotting the rape of my | locks. The Indian dance grew more noisy, and their wild gesticulations filled me with a horrible fascination—a fantastic alarm. Suddenly a great form darkened my window and stood by my side. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. He drew an awful-looking knife from his belt, and, grabbing the forelock from | his own head, he pantomimed the scalping process, then motioned to my head. I understood, I thought, all too well—he meant to scalp me. With one wild shriek I grabbed my daughter and ran screaming through the house. My cries brought some of the soldiers in, and they soon found my boid admirer just where I had left him. He had not stirred from the | window, and told them in his language that he only wanted my hair to hang from his belt. prised that I would not sell it to him. That scene was sufficient to last me during my four years’ resi- dence in that desolate region, and I never ventured far from the quar- ters' unless attended by some of the soldiers. That experience was enough for me, and I avoided lonely tralls ever afterward. o s e ‘When I was a little boy, living with my parents in Illinofs, I had occeslon to remember a Valentine day that will abide with me eternally. I had a penchant for preaching, and LOUIS JAMES ! as the church to which our family be- | longed was considered too sacred for &———————————& childish oratory I was not allowed in the pulpit. One day I broke away from my mother during the sermon and joined .the elders in their exhortations. I was taken from this usurped footstool in humility by my parents and so that day, after church was 'over and we had all gone, I concluded to steal back again and preach my little sermon all to myself. The church door I found locked and there was but one way to gain entrance, namely, to break the window with a rock, then I might give vent to my religious enthusiasm undisturbed. I broke the window and crawled in, but my fond parents soon discovered me. I was taken home to be punished. After this severe lesson had been administered I decided to have revenge. I sat.down and thought it all out and at last I concluded to set our neighbor’s house on fire. She had been the means of having me whipped only the day be- fore—because 1 had let her chickens out of the coop. I sat down and calmly figurd out a little list of wrongs and determined to get even. The neighbor’s house made a glorious' bonfire. That night found it charred embers. After the excitement had subsided my father called me into his bedroom and a great noise was heard. Not screams or groans, but a steady sound—like that of continued applause after the curtain has rung down on a good act. Yes, it was more like ceaseless ap- plause than anything else. That .all h.nppened on Valentine’s day. . The Valentine day that ever lives in my memory was a day in 1876. At this time I was with Edwin Booth—playing Iago to his Othello in the South. Now, the queer part of this story was due to the fact that in those days no company carried their own scenery. We depended entirely upon the stock scenes supplied by the various theaters, and some of It was bad indeed. In the first scene of “Othello” the stage is set for Brabantio’s home. * This' theater furnished us a ‘“set house,” a common painted scene of a cottage with a chimney in the center, one window just be- neath it and one door. The play proceeded; the citizens go to Brabantio’s home to ap- prise him of his daughter's flight with the Moor. Théy call for Bra- bantio and knock loudly at his door. Brabantio is supposed to come FREDERICK WARDE. He said he would pay me for it, and was sur- | | to the window at first to ascertain the cause of the trouble before he opens the door. Now, this Brabantio was a very tall man, a man six foot-two in height, and his manuscript was simply and briefly marked for this “business’”: ‘““Top of step ladder to window back of set house,” or something to that effect. Finally Brabantio madé his appearance, but it nearly sent us into convulsions; for instead of appearing at the window his head and shoulders towered above the chimney. The excruciating part of it all was that he didn’t notice that he had made a mistake, and read the actors below. The audience didn’t catch on until Brabantio attempted to make | an entrance through the door, which was five feet high. He had to discovered why he talked from the chimney. Then the applause was deafening. The curtain had to drop until order was restored. 3 : e e ‘When I was a little boy I looked forward to Valentine's day with the same pleasurable anticipation that a boy usually expects of Christmas. I would save my Dennies to buy valentines for my playmates and plways selected the comic kind in which were described some foibles of their na- @ tures, either in picture or verse. I did this religiously, year after year, and do not recall even one occasion, in my memory of childhood, wherein I was the recipient of a valen- tine. I used to think it a misfortune to be so slighted, but now I am receiving valentines galore. ‘“There is a tide in the affairs of men” and this seems to be one of them for valentine offerings are steadily pouring in from all directions. Poetical effusions from Irish poets and young mothers are arriving by every mail and the coming valentine festival bids fair to be the red-letter day of my life. I have been chogen godfather for groups of twins, triplets and four abreast. The first token I received was a valentine from Dolly Shafter Kelly of New Jersey. Dolly sent her love through her mother, who wrote, “Dolly Shafter at the present time is a fine, big baby, and is the first girl baby named after you. She shows greéat courage and resembles you in many ways, and most of all she never squalls nor seems to get discouraged.” I have made great demands upon the jeweler’s supply of souvenir spoons in return for the christening honors. T don’t know 'that I shall continue this habit. Locks of be-ribboned hair and baby pho- tographs are the usual valentine offerings. The photograph of the twins—James Shafter and Archibald Dewey Miller—is the latest ad- dition to my valentine collection. To stand sponsor for this multi- tude of babies Is no small responsibility, but to inspire verses from unsigned poets is worse. This morning’s mail brought me a valentine of original doggerel. The lines are dedicated to me and depict the Santiago campaign in seven heroic verses; they are entitled ‘“Phat General Shafter Wint Afther,” and the first stanza begins: Now, when General Toral, -a Spanish dago, Met General Shafter at Santiago, Sez General Toral to Gengeral Shafter, “Be jabers, old man, now, phat are yez after?” And General Shafter sez, ‘“Phat d'yes think?"’ And gave him the slyest sort of a wink— “I'll get phat I'm after,” sez General Shafter, The dearth of these tokens in former years promises me recom- pense by a future deluge. GENERAL' SHAFTER. In 1850 I spent the happiest Valentine’s day in my life, The year before I had been admitted to the bar at Chambersburg, Pa., but the news of the gold excitement in California was too much for me. 1 would not settle down to practice law when such an El Dorado could be found so easily. 150 T mlfi-mlted to éhls State in 1850. was all alone and started out for myself, inexperienced bu - fident of making a rich strike. I began in the diggings in !t’lca%gr cgunttyt;\; ?n;:}a_ce ca}lleleln%gold. There were a great many miners abou e ravine in which I tried my luck, ) digging except myself. o4 P 0 dnewas On Valentine’s day I struck a streak of luck. out of the first cradle. JUSTICE McFARLAND. 4 I cleaned $92 I was beside myselt with joy, and if Dsa.niz‘: his lines from the chimney top with a dignity that was torturing to | & fold himself together in such a manner to get through that they | Kathryn Kidder, Frederick Warde, ‘Webster had offered me a partnership in his law office at the time I would have refused it. 1 found a pocket worth $8000. In two weeks my mine had “petered” out and all the land adjoining me had been taken up by the level heads, who knew that they had a continuation of my pay dirt. That Valentine’s day marked a period that I don't forget. PR el Louis James, ‘When I was a little girl, many years ago—I shall not say how many—I received my first valentine. It made a lasting impression upon me, because it came from a playmate whom I loved very much. He had never | teased me in our games and when this &———————————& Valentine’s day disturbed our tran- quil friendship, why, it made it a day to be remembered. The valen- tine was not a thing of beauty, not even the accordion fluted paper embroidery front, but simply a written scrawl: - “The rose is red, The violet's blue; Bugar's sweet, And so are you.” In‘one corner was a horrible caricature of myself—an awkw: ungainly girl, with a big mouth and features too ugly for any 7cfen to make, and I wanted to be beautiful to this boy. Just beneath the picture were the words: “If you love me As I love you, No knife can cut Our love in two.” After the first look at the thing I burst out crying and ran, sob- bing, to his mother and told her what he had done. She whipped him and shut him up i{n her bedroom. My mother shamed me into penitence for telling on my lttle comrade and at last I was Induced to take him some candy. I had been taught a verse to repeat to him, but I could only re- member the last two lines by the time I reached his window: “And I, a maid at your window, To be your valentine.” He wouldn’t make up; he wouldn’t taste my candy; he just stood and made faces at me; nor did he speak to me, to say good-by, when with my mother I left the city to be gone for some time. 3 Years and years had passed before we met again; my little play- mate had grown to manhood and now—he is my husband. s e MRS. H. E. HIGHTON. When I was a lad I attended a school noted throughout t of Missouri for its unique pame—“The Cradle of Sci‘enocue."m.itsi?fl: @ no college of learning and could not boast ATTORNEY GENERAL of learned professors. There was but one teacher and he had the small salary of TIREY L. FORD. f‘fgspcr mr)x‘nh, and boarded himsel{y It a co y on the roll. untry school and had fifty names Most of the scholars were great big fellow a rule that every teacher should treat on holfilays. ’})fi:dtgig:r?g name was Sampson. He was a glant in strength and defled the boys to intrfere with his own busihess. On New Year's day he had refused to treat and the boys said: “Just wait until Valentine's day comes. I guess he'll open his heart then.” The first haif-day of Valentine was spent in anticipation of either ‘“fun” or. “treat,” whlwgver the fates decreed. en the teacher came to the schoolhouse from noon he found this doggerel on the blackboard back gr‘sh?sm;:;;um“ “0, Lord of love, Look from above And pity us, poor scholars; We've got a fool < To teach our school, And we pay him forty dollars. The teacher was whité with rage and demanded to know the sum_y Dbarty. was. There was silence for awhile and then s«fl': ons sald: "I guess it's time for you to treat, Mr. Sampson.” He refused, and then we boys collared him. We marched him out doors to’the pump and one after another took turns pumping the cold, {cy water down his back until he agreed to treat if they would let him go. .He | did treat after that on every holiday. b SR E