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The center man, booked as Alfred Vincent, was slight, fair, and, to the superficial eye, young to boyishness. His air of one bred to the best of city refinements con­ trasted sharply with his fellow-trav- eler, who had been introduced as Mr. Phineas Cadwaiiader, though the <Irlver afterwards called him "Blow- hard Cad," which nickname be vindi­ cated by a constant stream of gossip. But an astute observer would have seen that he was trying to penetrate the reserve, the slight mystery that •urrounded his fellow-traveler. Yet whatever the mystery, Alfred Vincent was now posting westward •with a letter In his pocket signed by Collis P. Huntington, and directed to Leland Stanford, governor of Cali­ fornia, and president of the Central Pacific Railroad company. Alfred paid slight heed to the others. His impa­ tient imagination winged him far from present inaction, over mountain and •desert, to the far west, to unguessed conflicts of the future. "Holy Mackinaw! Only fools would think of building a railroad through this God-forsaken country!" 4 The caustic sentence roused Alfred from his reverie; and Phineas noted that "railroad" was the magic word that broke the spell. The driver, Wil­ liam Dodge, better known as "Uncle Billy," readjusted his quid of comfort, «pat with precision, and touched up a lagging leader with the tip of his rod- long whiplash. "Well, I'm not taking the chances of calling Gove'no' Stan­ ford a fool." "Of course he ain't. He don't Intend to build aay railroad, either. Not over the Sierras, anyway. He's got a bet­ ter thing." Phineas' sidewise look dili- ®ently sought a rift In Alfred's mask. "Meaning?" Uncle Billy questioned. "That Dutch Flat Swindle. Those C. P. fellers have their wagon road built over the Sierras, and--M "How In blazes can they build a rail­ road, Cad, without a wagon road ? Don't they have to feed their advance construction camps? And won't they bave to do it for years, while they cut their miles of tunnels?" "Oh, they'll put their railroad through to Dutch Flat maybe; but from there on they'll go it by mules; take all the toll they can get from the $12,000,000 freightage Nevada pays every year to the transportation com­ panies. The C. P. people want a bite <of Louis McLane's pie, that's all." "They're going to get it, you bet!" The driver smiled; yet his low, leisure­ ly words seemed a fiat. "Not by a jugful!" Phineas lifted bis voice and pounded the air; and Alfred detected the sham note, the bid for effect "What do you suppose we are doing along the line? Why, 13an Francisco merchants can sit in their offices and sell to all California, to Nevada, Idaho and southern Ore- :gon, at any price they choose to name. And McLane and all the other trans­ portation folks can haul the goods at Aeir own figures; they won't even let the towns have post offices because they like to carry letters at half a dol­ lar apiece. San Francisco bay's full of ships, and the mountains are full of gold; and we're getting it going both •ways, oat and ih." "Yea, yo're taking too much," the driver replied. "Yo're killing yo' Cold-egg goose." Phineas' smile was unpleasant "Oh, no! She's hearty yet And we won't •divvy up the eggs, either, with those seven-by-nlne shopkeepers in-thatmud bole they call Sacramento. Do you •up pose we'll let them make a flshlng- fjond of the bay, and a winter water­ ing-place of San Francisco? Not on your gold toothpick!" Uncle Billy's eye flashed its first hint of resentment "Stanford's worst enemy wouldn't think of calling him seven-by-nine; and I reckon California Toters'U have something to say. Ice­ land's got right, smart influence with them." "Yes. They voted both state and dty bonds, didn't they, Mr. Dodge?" "Vincent asked, joining the conversa­ tion at last "Oh, call me Uncle Billy," said the driver. "It's so long sines anyone called me Dodge, I need an introduc­ tion to the name." "You bet Stanford's got influence •with the voters," Phineas broke in be­ fore Uncle Billy came to Vincent's •question. "But San Francisco brains aud dollars can beat voters any time. Did any of our citizens subscribe for Stock? The rabble voted bonds for us, but have the supervisors issued them yet? You bet not!" "I should think Gov. Stanford could compel; the law's with him, isn't It?" Alfred asked, with a languid air that veil concealed his interest. "Compel? Compel nothing! The law's slower*n molasses at the north pole." "Anyway," Phineas persisted noisily, i-:v-i^*if anybody's going to build a railroad tfejt'll be McLane and San Francisco. *'•: *'.|3y Hookey! If anybody tpllks this government cow you bet it'll be us! "Need It? What for? Does the east care about us? Not a pin, except for our gold. If they get a railroad they'll demand more of us; and if we don't pony up, they'll ship troops over our own road to whip us In. No, slree! We'll be a Pacific republic yet Cali­ fornia and the other coast states. And the renegades, red and white, here in this country that's the back door to bell"--he waved his hand toward the poison-pooled, sage-fringed plain they were crossing--"they're just the fel­ lers to stand of? Uncle Sam." "Isn't that secession?" Alfred asked with a scrutiny Phineas resented. "Secession? No, it's self preserva­ tion. Anyway, think of getting a rail­ road round Cape Horn! It'll take a century!" "Then they'll tots it across the Isthmus," Uncle BIhy said calmly. "Oh, you're dead stuck on them Sacramento chaps, Uncle Billy; and that Is bad for you. They'll bust your game and leave you flat broke." "Call on me in "70 and--" Uncle Billy began, when a trace caught on a rock and snapped. "Accident num- beh 12. Thirteen'll be a whoppeh, boys!" he remarked ps nonchalantly as if he had only lost a whip snapper in a city street He stopped the team, The mile was semi-perpendicular, and brought them alongside a brawl­ ing stream, willow-hung, with splash­ ing trout in the still pools, and wild ducks skimming a large pond at the edge of a Small mesa. After welcome draughts for man and mule they veered away to another climb. The gorgeous evening pageant was nearly over when the team swung around a sharp rocky point, and one of the lead­ ers shied far out of the road. The driver brought them about to a quick standstill, facing back. "There's fresh blood ahead. That Cooly mule can smell it a mile; it's the only thing he shies at Hold these ribbons, t young felleh, while 1 prospect a little." He came back presently, his weath­ er-beaten face sobered ;and stern. 'Wake up in there! Them Injuns has blocked the road again." Phineas, suddenly disturbed from his* long and noisy nap, climbed out with nnnr «>•»•»r»o "The d.i luau «uo ho business to send passengers over­ land without escort It's an outrage! It isn't my business to clear the road!" "Here, come up here and hold the team! I'll belp tbs driver," Alfred called. "No! I cain't trust my team with him! He don't--" Uncle Billy Inter­ rupted. But authority rang in Alfred's tone. The change had been made, and he was already stalking after the driver. Around the point the sight he sud­ denly came upon made him reel™ turn sick and white. "I know It would be too much for you, boy; but now yo're hyah get to work. We haven't a minute to lose." The road here was a narrow rock- cut. Two white men lay across It, one scalped, the other with his throat gaping horribly, and more than a dozen arrows buried in his flesh. Be­ yond, the ruins of an emigrant wagon blazed lazily. "We cain't stop fo' anything but to 1 \ r \ W The Road Was a Narrow ftoek-Cut, Two Whits Men Lay Across It "Well, we n#ed the pmy said positively * ? * " / / the railroad," Uncle handed tie lines to Alfred, and stepped lightly down to repair the damage. "Guess I'll go Inside for a nap." Phineas yawned and climbed over the wheel into the stage. "Do you believe the Pacific railroad can be built?" Alfred Inquired, when the swinging six had t«atn settled to their steady trot "I'm betting on it" "But McLane and San Francisco- it's an immense opposition to light." "You're dead right. They're setting up scarecrows all along the lin©L But Leland Stanford's a good buncombe- buster; an' I'm betting on him and his kyah track!" Alfred's eyes caught the light of Uncle Bill's enthusiasm. "I think I'll put my hand to their wheel if I can lay hold of a spoke." The sun was hot, though the night had been painfully cold. The bare road, now sandy and silent, now rocky and ringing, stretched on and. on through unpeopled solitudes. Moun­ tain and cliff, magnified In the clear air, appeared, receded, and advanced --cheated the Imagination with their mysterious semblances to man's struc­ tures. Alfred Vincent thrilled to each of these weird voices from the wilder- ness. Yet homesickness gripped him as the rhythmic hoof-beats put him added miles from the home he still longed for. He thoght of his sorrow-stricken moth­ er, her love unvanquished by any deed of his; of her teaching; of the still more potent example of her pure life --these memories saddened, yet soft­ ened him; blended his eager vision of the approaching west* with the bene­ diction of the spired temple. And for a space his heart was attuned to prayer and paean. Uncle Billy broke the long silert^e. "Not yet my boys," be said affection­ ately to his team. They had left the black alkaline wa­ ter behind, had climbed higher, where a thin film of more innocent-looking water was spread on the drab earth before them. The November sun was summer-strong, the dust intolerable; and the mules coaxed dumbly for water. a Not yet, boys," Uncle Bin repeated. "Isn't it safe?" "Yes, safe, perhaps, but this is the sink of the stream; the creek wateh's fc'heap betteh a mile furtheh oa." cleah the road. These tracks come from Anthony's; and they're fresh and a heap of 'em. The arrows are nearly all different; that means a lot of tribes." He spoke in. low, tense tones while, as fast as possible, he threw the burning debris over the lower side of the cut. Alfred said nothing but joined in the labor with a quick skill that made Uncle Billy revoke his opinion of the small hands. Alfred's back was turned, yet he could feel--see--those --the gruesome spectacle behind. What could be done? How should they be disposed of?--but there was no time for question. "Can you beah a hand hyah, Vin­ cent, and quick?" He turned. The driver had already lifted the shoulders of one; Alfred took the feet "Right fo'ward hyah, round the point" "You--you arent going to--to leave--" "Yes, we'll have to, if we don't want to look the same way mighty soon!" "Can't we put them In the stags? It's awful to leave them!" "It may be worse to take them; and I'm afraid we'll need the stage for the living if---if we get through." Alfred said no more; and Uncle Billy warmed to hl^i as he saw the clear-cut jaw set and a steely light creep into the dark violet eyes. j "He's game!" Uncle Billy whispered to himself." j Gently they disposed of the poor/ mutilated bodies, and hurried back to the stage. The driver armed each passenger with a rifle and revolver; and ordering Alfred beside him, and Phineas to keep the lookout from the top, he swung his team Into the road and drove forward through the cut with slash and oath. ' Dark was stealing on, yet the sun's good-night glory still lingered, Its flaming banners striking into the over­ head darkness, flooding earth and \ heaven" *"!th strange, sinister color. Alfred thought of what lay behind, and gripped his guu sharply. The team slowed, and Uncle Billy no longer plied the lash. ^ "See that light there, away yon to the left?" "Yes." "That's Anthony's, the next station. Some one's alive there, and that some one is white, or Chere wouldn't he a candle light; the whole place would be alight." Relief unspeakable breathed In his words, and a half mile passed in silence. "This Is a terrible way to earn a living!" Alfred said at last "Yes{ but this job's easy compared to the trick ths pony express boys used to play." "This is dangerous enough. X won­ der the company can induce tAen to undertake the work. Don't yot find It wearing?" "Oh, yes, I suppose it Is. It's right smart skeery sometimes, 'specially at night when I make the trip alone. And I wondeh passengehs don't buck against being sent across without es­ cort, like now." "They would If they knew what they'd Bee. But it's Infinitely worse for you drivers." "\yell, I reckon ths Lord knows bis business, an' mine, too. I flgger all I got to do Is to see he don't catch me asleep on the box." A sudden admiration for this here of the desert warmed Alfred's heart "This time I'd hated to let them bacon-colored critters get me befora I got to Anthony's. Those tracks are all from Anthony's; and there's more than men and property--there's An­ thony's little gal, and--" Alfred shivered at the significant pause. "Anthony's had hard luck. He's uns of God's beBt, if he is set up a mite queer." "Does he live-alone? Ob, no; I tup- pose he has a helper as they have at other stations, hasn't he?" Alfred hoped the. driver would tell him more of the station agent, not because of his own interest in the agent, but that he might be saved from thinking. "Yes, he has a helper, Gid Ingram; but be's only a boy, if he is big. Anil Stella, pore little chicken! She--" Alfred waited discreetly. "Away back in the fifties Anthony struck it rich oveh Washoe way," Un­ cle Billy began again In a steadier tone. "Struck it powerful rich; panned out money fasteh'n he could count it And what did he do but put up the durndest biggest palace this side of 'Frisco--put it up right there where he struck tin. It was a bang-up place fo' sho'; big rooms with fioweh gyar- dens in the carpets, and fioweh gyar- dens on the walls; gold chairs, and looking glasses till yo'd see yo'self so many times yo'd think yo'd got 'em again." "That there bouse," he continued presently, "stood In a little artificial- looking gyarden, just as sassy as a jay­ bird, setting there on the bare flank of the Si-eery Nevaydys. But the whole blamed outfit looked awful lone­ some In spite of bein' so grand and handsome. It seemed durned out of place, like a peafowl In full spread on a snowbank." "Didn't Mr. Anthony have a fam­ ily?" Alfred questioned. "Yes, one little gal; that was all. When he got those domestic cyards dealt out to suit him, he sent back east somewhere for her. She was a peart little 6ltp 'bout nine yeahs old --come oveh from Sacramento In my stage. I used to drive in God's coun­ try those days. "Anthony put her in as mistress of the mansion; an' there she'd sit in her high-back chair at the head of the table as big as life, the only bit of crinoline present when he'd give grand dinnehs to the Washoe quality. The men would toast her, and she'd stan' up and bow, solemn as a funeral." "What? No woman at all around her?" • "Oh, he had an old woman to look after her a mite, comb and mend, and such; a good old crltteh, but no thoroughbred. And except for her the little one neveh saw any but men." "How did she learn anything?" CTO BE CONTINUED.) BECAME THE SLA VE OF HABIT A Boston psychologist was recently reminded of the story of the Russian jailer who, changing his occupation, found the chief interest of his leis­ ure moments in catching birds, put­ ting them in cages, and selling them to the highest bidder. The scientist having to attend a se­ ries of lectures in a large public nail struck up acquaintance with the jan­ itor of the building, and soon noted in him a suggestive bent of mind. The man seemed fond of counting the people, and would occasionally report the exact number present "We have 115 here to-night" he would say, or "Just 201 all told," or, when the hall was crowded: "I make it 370." There was a problem In all this, but It took some time for the psychologist to solve it. A bit of friendly, familiar talk, con- ttapfUly renewed, did the business, for it brought out the fact that ths janitor had spent many of the pre* vious years of his life as warden In an eastern prison. With rifle on shoulder, from some inciting wall, the man had counted his convicts un­ til the habit became ingrained. In the recesses of his brain the lecture hall took the shape of a Jail yard and the audiences were his prisoners. He counted because he wished to know if all were there. Fanciful Finance. "Time," remarked ths wise person, "is money." "Perhaps," answered Mr. Slrfus Barker, "but it shouldn't be brought to the attention of some banks I have heard of. Instead of clearing-house certificates, they may find it comfort able and convenient to issue eight-da; clocks." • GALLANTRY. x DURING the latter part of ths war, In 1864, and until Its close, in 1865, 1 was con­nected with the armies under Gen. Sherman, usually desig­ nated the Army of the Ten­ nessee, the Army of the Cumberland and the Army of the Ohio, wrote Maj.- Gen. O. O. Howard. The campaigns were exceedingly active. From Chat­ tanooga to Atlanta Sherman's solSleri were under fife every day, except the three just before crossing the Etowah, for 113 days. There was not a day or night in which there were no soldiers slain. The screeching shells 'burst over our heads while we were sleep ing, but wonderful to tell, the sol­ diers had become so used to this con­ flict that thsy lost very little sleep in eonsequence of the fitful and random firing at jiight. In that period of 113 days there were 19 sizable battles fought In one at­ tack I made at Pickett's Mill I lost 100 killed and three times as many wounded within the space of 15 min­ utes, At night I sat among the wounded and realized something of the horrors of war. It seems to me to­ day as I think of it like a terrible nightmare, but it was a more terrible reality, which I will not attempt to de­ scribe. Without further detail, Imagine the Joy that came over the armies of Sher­ man as they gathered about Raleigh, N. C., In 1866, and were told that Lee bad surrendered and that Grant had sent Lee's soldiers home to begin life anew; that Johnston had surrendered on the same terms as Lee and all that belonged to Slocum's, Schofield's and Howard's armies were to march on the morrow toward Washington, the capital of the nation, soon to be mus­ tered out of service and then to go home. I remember the sudden depres­ sion at the news of Lincoln's death; but still this going home produced too great a Joy to keep ever this catas­ trophe of their heavy loss very long before their minds. They marched habitually at 20 miles a day from Raleigh to Richmond, and never seemeS weary at the close of any day's march--the camp fire was bright, the old songs were sung over and over again and the comradeship knitted during the war would never cease--it was at its best when the word "peace" filled all the air I know that we were proud when we marched past the president of the United States In our last great re­ view; but, as I remember It it was a tearful pride even then. A regiment nad gone out 1,000 strong; it had been recruited and re-recruited; it had been veteranized and added to in other ways; and now It was bringing home­ less than 300 of all the men who had gone out from that section of the country from which it had come. The Joy of going home for the 300 was great but It was a tearful joy the in­ stant one thought of the 800 or mors who could not go home, who never did go home, who were buried somewhere ia the broad land over which the 300 had marched, and too often with a headpiece marked "Unknown," After the war I stood in the large cemetery near Murfreesboro, Tenn., with Gen. R. B. Hayes (afterward president) and Mrs. Hayes. I remem­ ber how Mrs. Hayes, who was an ex­ ceedingly handsome woman, looked up into the faces of the general and myself as her large, dark, speaking eyes were flooded with tears, when she saidt "Just look there, that plot of ground is covered with headstones marked 'Unknown.' Unknown, un­ known." she repeated, "and yet be gave his life that his country might live!" It was a touching picture, but every time I think of It I say to myself; "Really, that 'unknown' soldier, ap­ parently unknown, recorded unknown, was not really unknown. Somebody knew him. His comrades knew him. A mother, a sister, a wife and children, If he had them, knew him. There is a better record somewhere than that In the soldiers' cemetery." Our faith is so strong that we all believe In the resurrection and In the future life and have a great satisfaction in feeling that no sacrifices and particularly not that of life itself for duty, for what one sincerely believes to be duty, has ever been or ever will be made In vain. The saddest pictures of all, to my mind, are those connected with a los­ ing battle like that of Fredericksburg, and still more that of Chancellorsvllle. At Fredericksburg the army of Burn- side went straight forward to its own destruction. The lines of Lee, half en­ circling Burnside's points of attack. Were complete. It was like a trap into which an animal deliberately puts his feet. We sprang the trap, and it is a wonder that Lee had not dealt with Burnside's army as the sturdy Thomas dealt with Hood's at Nasville. Gen. Couch was standing by my Bids In the fiteepl® of a church, near the close of that battle, where we together were taking a fresh reconnoissance, when I noticed that his voice trembled as he spoke to me. He said: "Oh, Gen. Howard, look there! Look there! See the ground covered with ths boys In blue, and all to no purpose." After we had returned, all of us who could return, to the other shore of the Rappahannock, the depression of the soldiers was greater than at any other time during the war. We could hardly speak to each other. Now, after years, we can recognize the fact that our grief was balanced by the joy of the confederates over a great victory, and yet not a decisive one, gained by them. At a moderate calculation there were sent into eternity more than a million of men, who left home In the prime of health and in strength; more than a million of souls by the terrible conflict. For one, I am glad, indeed, that there Is an effort on foot to set­ tle difficulties without bloodshed. Of course, the waste of human life Is not all of It There Is in every war a waste of possession, a destruction of proper­ ty and a degradation of oharacter hard to avoi£ at the best." I know that there are some things worse than death. r know that the union of our states was worth all that it cost and I know that humanly speaking, it was necessary tbat we should be purged as by fire; but Is It not wise now to do all that we can to hold up to the world the blessings of a great peace; even the peace that passeth understanding, which never must exclude any of the noblest qualities of a womanly woman or a manly man? A soul full of memorial greetings to all our sorrowing comrades of the civil war. AT GETTYSBURG „ow soon the first fierce rain of death, In bis drop* dancing on the trees. Withers the foliagre.-- At a breath. Hot as the blast that dried old seas, The clover falls like drops of blood From mortal hurts, and stains the •od; The wheat is clipped, but the ripe grain. Here long ungarnered shall remain; And many who at the drum's long roll Sprung to the charge and swelled the cheer. And set their flags high, on the knoll. Ne'er knew how went the fight fought here; For them a knell tumultuous shells Shook from the consecrated bells, As here they formed that silent rank, » Whose glorious star at twilight sank. And night, which lulls all discords--night. Which stills the folds and vocal wood. And, with the touch of finger right, Quiets the pink-lipped brook's wild mood. Which sends the wind to seek the latch, And seals young eyes while mothers watch-- "Wight stays the battle, but frith day Their lives, themselves, foes hurl away. Shall be to-marrow's battlefield. ICre dying died or dead were cold, NeW hosts pressed on the lines to' hoia. And held them--hold them now in sleep, White stars and sentinels go around, Aad war-worn chargers shrink like sh«ep .Se£d* Mt fWsas en the grouad. All through the night--all through the North Speed doubtful tidings back and forth; Through North and South, from dusk till day, A sundered people diverse pray. So gradual sink the deliberate stars, The sun doth run the laggards down. At sleep still meadows burst the bars. And flood with light the steepled tewSL Blow! bugles of the cavalry. Blow! bugles of the cavalry, blow! Forward the infantry, row on row! * While every battery leaps with life, Aad swell the tongueless throats t|M strife! --Isaac Rusling Pennypacker, la Ken York Evening Sun. 'J - ^ Weary William--ISxcuse me, miss, > but I see that you have bad a tiff * H-,' with your lover, and he has left you. Allow me to escort you home 'nttesil. "A NO SKIN LEFT ON BODY. Psr Six Months Baby Was Expsetpitf ,v -M to Dil with Eczema--Now Wsit --Doctor 8sid to Uss Cuticura.. ' "Six months after birth my little gEr! broke out with eczema and I had tws doctors in attendance. There was net a particle of skin left on her body, tbs blood oozed out just i?.nywhere, and ws had to wrap her in silk and carry bsr on a pillow for ten weeks. She was the most terrible sight I ever saw, aad for six months I looked for her to die. X used every kndwn remedy to allevi­ ate her suffering, for it was tsrrtbls to witness. Dr. C--- gave her up. Dr. B---- recommended the Cuticura Remedies. She will soon be three years old and has never had a sign of the dread trouble since. We used about eight cakes of Cuticura Soap and three boxes of Cuticura Ointment. James J. Smith, Durmid, Va* M and 22, 1908." tS An Indignant Editor. s i Last Saturday evening after sewing two patches on our Sunday trousers and cleaning and pressing them ws hung them out to dry. An hour later we found that they had been stolen. This will explain why we were not in our accustomed place In church on Sunday. 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