Judge — July 9, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A SOLDIER- MAID. MASCHING down in the early mora Between the fields of the growing corn, With music playing and flags aflame, The ranks of the scarlet soldiers came. Never a soul did the British meet On the dusty road or the village street, But back of the town, on a wooded hill, The flag of freedom was floating still. Roses marshaled their thorns and barred The captain's way in the little yard ; Over the door the trumpet-flowers Shook the dew on his face in showers. His jangling sabre and jingling spur Were the only sounds in the house astir As he lifted the latch with his sternest air, Crossed the threshold—and halted there. The room was sweet with the stifling scent Of garden-herbs and of lilies blent | On a bier of the roughest boards was laid SSW, Pdi, iM Vay MORE OF A HOODOO. Mr. Jack Ransit—'* Gol-darmn the luck !—and yet they say the left hind foot of a rabbit is lucky.” The rigid form of a soldier-maid, A slender girl with a milky throat, In the buff and blue of a trooper’s coat, With a musket clasped in her fin- gers cold, And matted blood in her locks of ~ fs gold. ‘The captain gazed, and his bold blue <astanmece, GIEW Soft peas April skies, With -head uncovered and clank of steel He turned about on a hasty heel, Wheeled his men in the leafy lane, Marched them back to the town again, ‘And left the house on the wooded hill With the flag of freedom flying still. MINNA TRYING. AN INCONSISTENT HOUSEHOLD, Johnny—" When are we going to the country, mamma?” Mamma —"We will stay at home this summer on account of the war.” Joknny—" How funny, mam- ma! Last summer I beard you tell A NEW RULE IN UNCLE SAM'S CAVALRY, papa that there'd be war in the camp Carrain—"' Boys, when you clean your horses in the morning remember the mane (Maine).” if we had to stay home.” 4 - 5 Peas (ne BARGAINS IN SHIRT WA 2 A Y, if y, VY “GY Ny WAR EVERYWHERE. Soupier (after four hours of hard fighting) — “This.war is awful wearing on a fellow. {tell you it would be nice if I could drop in on Nellie about this time. I can just see her, sitting on the porch with her book of Keats's poems. "Ah! wouldn't it be restful just to be by her side?” But Nellie just about that time was in a hot fight herself. comicbooks.com