An Incident Of The War

There'g no more earnest Democrat ín New York than Gen. Averill, the dashing trooper who raided tip the vnlley with Sheridan ind endeared Uimself to two geuerations of Virginians by the homesteads lie saved írom the torch. As he swings down Broadway to his office on a frosty morning, he is a soldier every inch Oí him, barving gray hairs. Gen. Avenll was introduced to a young man named Rudd a day or two ago, and it reminded him of a curious incident in his military career. He was at West Point wttli a Jnck Rudd, who afterward beeame a major in the Coníederate army. On a raid into West Virginia some cavalrymen were about to pillage a farm which proved to be no other than Jack Rudd's. It was a tight little patch of arable land nght under the mountains. As soon as Avenll beard the name of his oíd classmate he set a guard over the place, and not astraw was touched. ïhat was in August, '63. Just a year af terward, at a noted mountain pass callea Callahan's, just twelve miles from the White Sulphur spríngs, a Confedérate prisoner was brought into Gen. Averill s headquartere, which were in the ambulance, where he slept and read dispatches. Captor and captive looked long and hard at each other, and knew each otlier once more as "Rudd" and "Averill." And, af terward, when a friendly nip had thawed oui twelve years of absence and Averill had told Rudd how he saved his farm from being piUaged, Rudd exclaimed: ujj raan why, I came within an ace of shooting y ou dead! I was in ambush on the mountain side, and drew a bead on the offleer who rode into my front gate, as I thought, to fire the house. I soon saw his kindly intentions though, and am now doubly thankful for what we both canecí. "-