"never Mind The Hat, My Boy."

General Sheridan was idly saunteringup nul down the lobby of the Windsor hotel, leep in thought, and complacently pufflng at his Havana, and blowiug the white moke into pretty little rings. Suddenly a ough-looking inan, with face so hoavily learded that one could see nothing but the winkling black eye, approached liiin, ud, raistng his hat with awkward embarrassni'iit, said: "Good morning, general." The hero of Winchester retumed the rreeting, touched hls cap with military poiteness, and then, trying to peer through he miner's heavy beard to get a glimpse of lis features, tlie general said: "I'm afraid l've forgotten your face, slr." The e ves of the man frqm (iuniiiann "lts not unlikely, general; seein s we nerer niet but once afore, yon wouldn't be o apt to remember me as I am you. It's seventeen years since I saw you last. l'hings has changed since then. It was on he battle-field of Cedar Creek. Don't yon remember the soldier that gave you liis lorse when yours was shot down from under you by i shower of canister trom the masked batterles on the brow of the liill y" and the oíd man looked up with eagur ride into the general's face. "That I do," answered the general, with leased interest and a brighter tlasli in hls ye; "I remember it well." "I was that .soldier," continued the miner, proudly. "I remember the circumstancewell, sir. Wlien you put thespius o niy horse and galloped of you left your íat behind you. I called to you as loud as could, bnt yon replied, 'Never miad the íat, my boy.' I've got that hat yet, general. It's lianging in my cabin lo the nountains," and the rough fellow's eyes glowed with pleasure. Sheridan grasped his lmud and led bino o a seat, and for half an hour they I'ought he battle of Cedar Creek over ajrain. - Den__. m-"