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led him away, the boy crying an “Boo-hooing at the top of his voice. She had to wait some little + vor a chance to get away, and meantime ‘one of the soldiers saw the boy, #was still crying, and asked if he was cry. ing because his mother hurt him. “*No!" he shouted. ‘ Do you suppose a soldier like me would cry because he was hurt? Didn't I fight just as well as the best of them at the great battle?" ** Yes, Johnny, but what are you crying about?” “I'm crying because my mother spanked me right betore the whole regi- ment "— Pittsburg Bulletin. TOO MUCH. A STRANGE recontre was that which occurred recently at the meeting of the Bimetallic League, at McMinnville, eastern Oregon. It is the custom there for the delegates to mingle freely with one another, whether previously ac- Quainted or not, just to promote cordiality. Among the guests of honor wasa handsome man of forty, whom the chairman was introducing as Mr. Booth, of McMinnville, who was made known as ‘ Mr. Booth, the son of the Sheriff who hanged John Brown, of Ossawatomie, at Harper's Ferry.” All of which caused people to take more than a common interest in Mr. Booth. Finally Mr Booth was introduced to a man of excellent appearance, whose name was Solomon Brown. After the introduction, Mr. Booth and Mr. Brown chatted very pleasantly for a minute or two, ‘Mr. Booth,” said Mr. Brown, “was it your father who hanged Jonn Brown at Harper's Ferry?" “Yes,” said Mr. Booth. ** He was Sheriff at that time, and it was his duty to officiate at the ex- ecution. No relative of yours, hope?” “Only my father,” was the quiet ‘ , reply.— Wave. Not long after the battle, while the boy-soldier’s laurels were AERIAL. NAVIGATION. still fresh upon him, his mother learned where he was and came after him, The regiment was drilling at the time, and the boy was with it. The mother rushed upon the drill-ground and scized ber boy. “Run away from home, will you?” she screamed; “why, you are nothing more than a baby. You come right home with your mother.” As the boy showed some unwillingness, sne took him across her knee, and, ir the presence of the whole regiment, gave him a sound spanking. Then she A CONFEDERATE captain recently told Mr. J. A. Watrous, a writer of “war stories,” about two small boys, who, during the Civil War, found their way into the Louisiana regiment to which the captain belonged. Both were from ten to twelve years old, and both had run away from home, and were serving as drummers. At the battle of Shiloh, one of these little fellows threw away his drum early in the engagement, picked up the musket of a wounded soldier, and fought like a |, young hero as long as the battle raged. » An autumn day, A sudden br ce, A sunny sky, A bloorer ved, A hill that's steep and dusty; A rise with naught to guide ber; A bloomer girl, A soaring maid, A shining wheel, A lonely road, A wind both strong and gusty. A wheel without a'rider. —Jeanette Elizabeth Fowler in New York Su The KNOX Hat Fall Styles Now Ready. THE MOST PERFECT PRODUCT OF AMERICAN LABOR. Mail orders will receive prompt and een ORZTUNEZ aL careful attention. ; 9, TEE nlite BREATH MAJOR’S WATER FILTER These Filters are made of different sizes to fit any cooler. The ice is kept separate from the eee filtered water. Shows big saving of ice. Illustrated —_ - ——— — descriptive.circular on application. A. MAJOR, 461 PEARL ST., N. Y. C. Framed Proofs — of Originals from LIFE ROOFS of any of the original drawings from LIFE will be furnished, suitably and daintily framed, on application. Large double-page drawings, including frame and transportation, within 100 miles from New York City, $4.00. Smaller draw- ings, $2.00. Proofs without frames at half the above prices. Make selections from files of LIFE and orders will be promptly filled. LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 19 and 21 West 31st Street, New York City.