Veterans' Corner

- - í HE branches of the pine trees fll like sheltering ■1 arms bend low, SI And the limbs l a b o v e are ■V lighted w i t h 55 the camp-flre's ruddy glow, The crackle of the . burning 1 o g s, the merry song and speech, All mlngle with the rhythmic beat of waves upon the beach, And resounding through the valley, in echo loud and long, You hear the 1 ills cali back agaln the last f the song, And comes a . Cuín moment, while each heart bends to the spell, As further In the distance sounds "My own true love, farewell!" It is only for a moment - the hearts are glad and young- The spirit of the mountain speaks in no familiar tongue. And each face within the circle reflects a merry smile, Some watch the flames in silence as the banjo's tuned the while; Some messages are whispered, some answering glances read, The pine trees shed their fragrance as they waver overhead, Then shouts of joyous laughter make the limbs to shake and toss, As the stately mountains echo "There's one wider ribber to cross" - A sweet song, one pathetic, and the forest seems to be Attuned to all its feeling and alive with sympathy. The boughs in time are nodding, and the bright flames slowly die, While the wind from o'er the mountains seems passing with a sigh, There is pathos in our voices, there are tears within our eyes, A. nood of secret longings in our hearts unbidden rise. Loves and hopes that are unknown - these the unseen forms repeat, As they echo from their caverns "Marguerïta - Marguerite!" Then the winds forget their sighing and the flames start up again, As a dozen hearty voices join in some farewell refraiu, As the boats are quickly laden and the oars push out from shore The forest with its magie seeks to lure us back once more. The sky above is darker than the shelter of the trees, While the fire is very tampting in the chilly_ evening breeze, And to "catch the mountain echo we linger on our oar, The answer is a mockery - "We'll leav thee never more." - Flavel Scott Mines. Hctrlendiiig au Enemy. "If tMne enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink," is a text ivhich found many a fulfillment during Dur late war - on both sides. The following example is quoted from the "History of the 106th Pennsylvania Regiment," and the occurrence took place after the battle of Fair Oaks. Such reminiscences can do nothing but good. During the day Adjutant Pleis asked Captain Ford to take a walk with him over the field. They had not gone far, liowever, bef ore the adjutant said: "I cannot stand t'nis; it makes me sick to see such terrible sights." The dead lay piled on top of each other just as they had fallen, all mangled and torn, while the groans of the wounded and dying were agonizing to hear. So the adjutant turned back, but th captain kept on, and soon came to aa jld man siuing up against a tree, while across his lap lay a youg lad, whose fine features, pale face and light, waving hair would readily have been taken for a young girl's. Addressing the old man the captain nquired his regiment. "Hampton Legión," he replied. Being asked where he was wounded, he unbuttoned nis coat and displayeü an ugly wound in nis right arm. The captain asked the lad what regiment he belonged to, and he replied, 'Hampton Legión." "Then you know each other?" "Yes, he's my boy," said the old man; 'he feil, badly wounded in the leg, and t came to help him and was hit myself. Í have tied his wound up as well as 1 jan, but we have both lost so much olood that I'm afraid we can't stand it much longer." He then told how he had dragged nis boy to the tree, taken off his own shirt and torn it into strips, tied up the wound as well as he could, and then had sat down, with the boy's heat ín his lap, waiting te be taken to tho Qospital. The captain explained that we had jur own wounded to look after first, ind that as soon as possible he would :eceive attention. Hé then made his way back to the aospital and related the circumstance .o our surgeon, who gave Mm a stimu,ant to take to them. Thence he went to the pump; but he.re a guard was placed to prevent any but surgeons and aurses from taking water. At first ;hey would not let Captain Ford have any, but he said: "I want thls for a Confedérate; for a .ather and son lying out ín the woods. both badly wounded, and perhaps dyIng." The guard Immediately filled the cup; and accompanied by a nurse. whom the surgeon had detailed to go with him, ;he captain returned to the woods. Raising the boy, he gave him half the contents of the cup, and the old man the remainder. The father thanked him and said, "Captain, you have saved cur lives. I did not think a YEUikee could j be so kind." Temperance and the Home. (Conductedby the n.C.T U.) On, a recent Saturday at the Loyal Temperance Legión meeting, the ehildren had just finlshed singing, No drink we'll use but water pure, And haye few aches and palns tocure; Uood health is ours, and prospect brignt; Our hoads are clear, our hearts are lignt, etc. when a bright little fellow spoke up and said, "It's too bad, it's so pretty, but we can't sing that any more oan we 1" "Why, not," aeked one of the teachers. "Why, don't you know the city -water is so bad, we can't get any pure water to drink." Another little fellow says, "My pa saye lager beer is healthier to drink than Ann Arbor city water, but you don't think it it, do you?" The teacher explained careiully the danger of drinking impure water, picturing the sufiering, disease and death aometimes resulting from lts use ; and tOxen drew another picture of that long procession of 100,000 fathers, brothers and Bons who will in tnis year of 1896 sink down into drunkard's graves, oí another 100,000 who are gettiag ready to fill dnankard's graves next year, 100,000 in 1898, 100,000 in 1899, and so on. All of these drunkards made out of somebody's boys. If the Loyal Legión can help mothers to keep their boys pure as God nicant them to ie, ought we not, for their good,. and our peace to hall witfh joy thie organization, whose motto is, "Tumble Iving Alcohol, we shall grow up." As a railroad train was speeding away over the country, a fine public institution attracted the attention of one of the passengers. Upon inquiry It was round to be an asylum tor the cure of imebriates. A íellow passenger remarbed, "Too much mouey representied in a cure of that kind." "Xot if it were my boy that was cured," was the reply. The vast outlay of money was counted not dear, il thei-eby the salvation oï his son was secured. But oí inüiiiiely greater valuu Uuui this insliiution, is the Loyal Temperance Legión, the real gold cure, in which our children are taught that prevention is better than cure. So many people believe that rescue work is ie Taest way of dealing with evll, but helpful as tlils may be, it is to the preventive we must look ior enenduring resulbs. Oh, mothers, let us be loyal to the Loyal Temperance Legión and ecientiftc temperance instruction in the pubilc school, iinasmuch as we know "that as the twig is bent, so the tree is cltned."