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This is the testimony of my customers, unions whom 1 desire "to count you. Very respectfully. E. SMITH. Merchant Tailor, ft- HsiMlerson. N. C. COVER THEM OVER. OVEH them overt 'Neath the sweet clover War scarred battal ions are melt ing away; No longer ia strife are the blue and the gray: Time is the foe man who conquers to day. Lilies and rosesl Valor reposes Under the hillocks trewn over with flowers; Heroes who fought for their coun try and ours. Peacefully sleep 'ncath the May bedecked bow ers. Over them lay lau , rel and bay; Garlands for heroes who bore them so well; Crowns for the martyrs who fought and who fell; Long in the land may their memory dwell. Harry J. Khhxlmaw. The Empty Sleeve. You may talk about the pathos In the hardships of the war. You may talk about the glory Of the cause that you fa ght for. But there's nothing bo pathetic As the lesson we receive From the quiet, idlo flapping Of the useless empty sleeve. You may talk about the marches. The scant rations and "hard tack. Of "the last drop in the canteen" And "the empty haversack;" There's nothing so convincing in The impressions that you leave As the mute and speechless record Of the useless empty sleeve. You may speak of southern prisons. But their horrors could not last. Of the roar and din of battle. And, thank God, that, too, has passed, But we see a grim reminder Every morn and noon and ove In the living, speaking presence Of the useless empty sleeve. Soldiers deck the graves of comrades With the laurel that they won. Poets sing of gallant heroes And of deeds of great renown. But there's naught In poets' anthems Or, the chaplets that they weave That can beat the touching story Of the useless empty sleeve. Florenco Earlo in Homo and Country. Took Him at His Word. A lieutenant was promenading in full uniform one day, and approached a vol unteer on sentry, who challenged him with, "Halt! Who comes there?" The lieutenant, with contempt in every linea ment of his face, expressed his ire with an Indignant, "Ass!" The sentry's reply, apt and quick, came, "Advance, ass, and give the countersign." Moore's Collection, One at a Time, Please. One dark and rainy winter's night the writer was ordered to carry food to the men in the trenches. A team was hitched up, and with a loaded wagon and driver we started out. Every challenge was made with the least noise, as the enemy was only a few rods in front. "Halt! dismount, and give the countersign!" came at every thirty paces. It was rough on my teamster, who was rheumatic and cold. However, we made the trip, and halted at a cavalry post. Major , a very Paladin for courage and strength, had rolled into my blanket for a snooze; he had driven the enemy with slaughter that day. My Jehu began to re cite his annoyance thus, "Cuss the durned infantry; they made me halt, dismount, and give the countersign till I was weary and tarrify wid their foolishness." 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Let the blue flower prevail, though modest and pale, Since It speaks of the hue that Is loyaL But tie each bouquet with a ribbon of gray. And lay it on memory's altar For the dead who fought for the cause they thought Was right, and who did not falter. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Shriner's Indian Vermifuge is a strictly vegetable compound, formulated pfirticu larly for destroying and expelling worms. Tryit. and HIS DEAEEST ENEMY. A REMINISCENCE OF THE WAR. HESRI BROWNE. BY JUNIUS Copyright, 1891, by American Press Associa tion. N THE gray of a cloudy, cold morn ing of March, 1864, about the time that General Grant had as sumed command of the Union ar mies, a detach ment of cavalry was marching cau tiously toward the northern defenses of Richmond. It was in advance of a much larger body of troops, whose main object was to liberate the Union prisoners, and to de stroy the public defenses of the Confeder ate capital. They believed that they might do this, for they had trustworthy informa tion that the city was defended by only a few thousand militia. Colonel Lovell, who was at the head of the detachment, had high hopes of a brill iant achievement, and was proud to be in the van of the expedition, from which great results were anticipated. He was felicitating himself on the fresh laurels he might gather an experienced soldier sel dom thinks of defeat when a volley of musketry from behind a knoll at the side of the road threw his men into confusion. The enemy was not visible. The flash of the guns seemed to come out of the earth. Although sharply on the lookout the little body was taken wholly by surprise. It was evident that the hostile raid had been learned and reported by some spy. The cavalry had fallen into an ambuscade, and in a few seconds two field pieces from a concealed position opened on the wavering line and did considerable havoc. The colonel saw several men, one of them a captain, reel in their saddles, and that the confusion was approaching a panic, natural enough, because the troops knew not, so sudden was the attack, where to charge. The shots were rapidly taking effect; a rout was threatened. Lovell was trying to rally his command, when his horse plunged wildly forward, nearly un seating him, and dashing toward a bit of wood half a mile away. At the same time he felt a dull pain in the calf of his leg, which made him think he had been struck, and that perhaps the same bullet had wounded the spirited animal he bestrode. He could no longer control the horse, which ran furiously, and, when near the wood, stumbled and fell, the colonel having bare ly time to disengage himself, and so avoid serious injury. As it was, he was stunned, his head striking the ground with much force. How long he remained unconscious he could not tell. But as soon as he recovered his wits he found his poor beast dead he had been shot in a vital part and that a ball had pierced the lower portion of his own leg. Albeit but a flesh wound it felt very sore, and prevented him from walk ing. There were no signs of the fight be yond the apparently lifeless bodies of a number of horses and men descried in the dim distance. He heard, too, at intervals, some dropping shots, and fearing that he might be captured he had a horror of capt ure, having read such distressing ac counts of Union prisoners at Richmond and elsewhere he dragged himself to a clump of trees to await the protection of the night before determining on further action. If he wanted to get back to the Union lines it lehooved him to be in marching order, and consequently to lo"k after his maimed limb. Having had considerable experience with wounds during the war, we bathed his leg in a rivulet and bound it up with his handkerchief, which he tore into strips for the purpose, adding much to his comfort. Acquainted with the re gion, he knew that not far away were sev eral plantations, and that if lie c mid get to one of them, and communicate with anj negro on the place, he would be aided it: getting through. He was aware that ar northern man could count on the slaves i. thev were allowed to obey their own inclh ars-"jjj: 'jjj i ' i 1, - s nations. Very few of them were to be ilisr covered thereabout, nearly all having been set to work on the fortifications. "But this is mv best chance," said Lovell, "and I'll try it" Soon after dusk he set out, partially sup porting himself with a stick, and after midnight reached a barn and ascended to thh loft, where the fodder was kept. Be fore sunrise an elderly nejo appeared on the lower floor the whites nciaom went to auy of the outhouses and the colonel told hitn of his mishap and of his anxf ity to re turn to our forces. He grinned welcome, said he would do anything for a Yankee soldier, secretly brought him food from the big house, as he named it, and pome old clothes to exchange for the uniform, so thi'.t he might pass for one of the natives. After dark he set out again, deriving much information from the negro, who, like his race generally at that time, had far more knowledge of the situation than he was credited with. As his leg had so improved that he walked fairly well, he was confident of falling in with some of his military p.ssociatC8 t he next day. About an hour after dawn, while he was on a rough road, he was rejoiced to see a body of cavalry coming toward him which he imagined to be uniformed in blue. He felt like waving the old felt hat he had taken in place of his fatigue ",pand shouting with joy. But he restrained himself, and in a few minutes was piined to discover that he had mistaken blue for gray. His first thought was to turn aside, but his second was to walk on, in order to divert suspicion, having little doubt chat he must have been seen by tho enemy. He would pass, he hoped, for a rural Virginian, and immediately prepared a story if he should be questioned. As the cavalry came up, the major who commanded the troop halted him and asked his name, place of residence and business. The colonel, adopting the manner and speech of a .Southern rustic, recited the plausible tale he had invented. A rigid interrogation by the Confederate officer, well as Lovell played his part, excited dis trust. "I don't believe you're what you pretend. There's something mysterious about you. You seem to be a spy. We shall take you to Richmond." The colonel was accordingly put under arrest, though he protested against it, in his assumed dialect, and was the next day WOUNDED AND ALONE. thrown into Castle Thunder, in Cary street, two or three blocks from the famous Libby Prison. Accounts appeared in the Richmond newspapers of the capture of a notorious spy, who had long eluded the vigilance of the military authorities, and who would undoubtedly be hanged, as the evidence against him was conclusive, with many equally exaggerated and untruthful de tails. The mind of the southern communi ty, of Richmond especially, was intensely excited at that time, for the leaders had recognized the steadily waning cause, and their bitterness toward its foes was pro portionately increased. At this juncture Lovell resumed his proper character and narrated the exact facts, writing to Washington for their corrobora tion. They were duly corroborated, but the general, a Baltimorean, who bad com mand of the troops in Richmond, main tained, since the colonel was in plain clothes, under circumstances very hard to explain, that he was, to all intents and purposes, a spy, and should be punished as such. The case was widely discussed in the city. The community was so preju diced in the matter that it seemed to de mand Lovell's execution; and there ap- 'BECAUSE I LOVE YOU peared to be not the slightest probability of his escape. His was one of many in stances in which a man's life, innocent though he may be, is sacrificed to public clamor. The colonel did not pretend to enjoy the false position in which he was placed. He was courageous and resolute; but death as a spy, especially by hanging a most igno minious mode of exit from the world was abhorrent to him. He had often expected to be killed in battle that might be the fate of auy soldier; but to be swung from the gallows like a common felon was wholly different. He thought of it con stantly and bitterly; but stoical philosophy at last came to his aid. "I offered my life to my country," he soliloquized, "when I entered the field. What matter how I die to serve it? Any manner of death in such a cause should be honorable. To be pun ished as a spy does not make me a spy; and my friends and all who care for me will know how unjustly I have been accused. Whatever my fate, I will bear it as becomes an American." Northrop Lovell was but twenty-eight, a New Yorker, the elder son of a successful merchant. After leaving college he had gone into his father's counting room tc learn the business thoroughly, and in due time succeed to the paternal place. He had been there three years; had made many friends; life was opening bright and beautiful, when the war broke out. Hav ing learned to detest slavery from what he had seen of it in the south, he was one of the early volunteers in a New York cavalry regiment. He joined it as a private; was elected first lieutenant after Bull Run, and had afterward risen to a colonelcy by gal lant service. That was his brief career; now the end was drawing nigh, and in the shadow stood the hangman. Such was his gloomy musing on a May afternoon, as he paced the dark wooden cell on the second floor of Castle Thunder, before which a sentinel walked. A sub official appeared from below, announcing that a lady, Miss Mabel Chalmer, wished to see him. He remembered the name not a common one vividly. It was that of an attractive girl he had often met at a friend's house at home. She had an elder married sister living in New York, whom she had visited several times, and she wag a social favorite there. Lovell and she had "been very good friends; had bad, indeed, various sentimental passages, which meant nothing, as she was considered a desperate flirt and Northrop was not susceptible. The winter previous to the firing on Sum ter they had actually quarreled because she was so violently southern and he so ardently northern. Could the udler possi bly be she? Lovell found that it was she, and that she greeted him cordially. She was living in Richmond; her father, brother, all her surviving kinsmen were in the Confeder ate army, and, through their influence, she had been allowed to visit the colonel as a former friend. They were allowed to converse freely and alone. She told him that he would certainly be executed, though she believed him innocent, unless he could escape, "That is impossible," he replied; "I have thought it all over. I am con stantly watched." She had thought it over, too, and she had formed a plan, which was to bribe the sen tinel stationed before the cell, descend the stairs quietly, and then take his chances with the guards in front of the prison. "I have no money," he said. "But I have," she answered, and offered him a roll of bills. She added that she knew a house in town, giving the name and exact place it was the house of a tluionist where n could go and be eontt.d until the excite ment over his escape had subsided. He did not understand this. He could hardly trust her, her who was so intensely southern in her sympathies, so fiercely in imical to the north. He frankly said as much. "Why ttbould you," he asked, "do all this for me? Why should you turn against your dearest friends to help me, your enemy? Why should I believe you?" She tried in vain to convince him. He had refused her aid absolutely, when, in a par oxysm of feeling, covering her face with her hands and bursting into tears, she cried, in alow, passionate tone, "Why should I do this? Because I love you!" Covering her face with her veil, and pointing to the roil of bills she had thrown on the floor, she walked rapidly out. This he secured a moment before the official en tered to conduct him back to his cage. He no longer doubted Mabel darling Mabel he called her in his own mind. Her last words had revealed everything, like a flash of lightning, and his heart responded completely to hers. His life was now trebly precious. He owed it to her to save him self if possible. Was it possible? He would do his utmost. He succeeded in bribing the sentinel. He was walking out of the main entrance of the castle on a lowering, stormy night, when the guard halted him. He ran at once; he heard behind him the crack of the muskets, and heard also the whiz of the balls; but they struck him not, shielded by the enveloping darkness. He sought the place of refuge; he found it, and in a fort night he was with his comrades in the Army of the Potomac. The following April he was among the first to enter Richmond. Everything had gone well with him. He seemed to have been protected by the providence of woman's love. The story is told. But for the benefit of those who insist on demanding the super fluous, I may add that I dined only last week with Mr. and Mrs. Northrop Lovell (she is no less interesting now than she was as Mabel Chalmer) and their two chil dren, a son of nineteen and a married daughter of twenty-three. It was a pleas ant social occasion. We recited many rem iniscences of Jbhe civil strife, to which the young people listened with delight, regard ing their elders curiously, as they would have regarded us had we spoken of the War of the Roses, or the invasion of Eng land by the Normans. A Powerful Field Glass. In one of the Confederate companies at Charleston there was a blue eyed young Englishman full of merriment and wag gish ness. One of his tricks was to mimic pompous officers, who sometimes stalked around the forts wita their gold mounted field glasses in a way that would bring down the house if done on the stage in comedy. He usually wore slung over his shoulder three joints of cane in imitation of a field glass, and one day, after a long study of the enemy through the pretended magnifier, ho dropped the instrument, leaped from the observatory where he stood and alighted among a crowd of men watch ing him from below. His face was the picture of alarm, and when asked what the matter was he answered hysterically: "The matter? Why, J brought those Yanks so close up with my glass that I became frightened and ran off." Southern Bi vouac. Anecdote, of General Sumner. A story is told of the veteran Sumner at the battle of Antietam. His son, young Captain Sumner, a youth of twenty-one, was on his staff. The old man calmly stood, amid a storm of shot and shells, and turned to send him through a doubly raging fire upon a mission of duty. He might never see his boy again, but his country claimed his life, and as be looked upon his young brow be grasped his hand, encircled him in his arms and fondly kissed him. "Goodby, Sammy." "Good by, father," and tho youth, mounting his horse, rode gayly on his message. He re turned unharmed, and again his hand was grasped with a cordial "How d'ye do, Sammy?" answered by a grasp of equal af fection. The scene was touching to those around. Floating. A Blood Stained Relic Sergeant C. J. Durfee, of Binghamton, N. Y., has in his keeping a curious war relic is the shape of a roll book of com pany D, Twenty-seventh regiment, New York volunteers. The book was in the left breast pocket of Lieutenant J. L. Baily when he was shot through the heart on the picket line near West THE ROLL BOOK. Point, Va., May 6, 18C2, and the bullet that killed him passed through the book, the wound staining the pages with Baily's blood. Baily was shot by a Confederate scout, and the scout's companion was shot by Baily's corapanion, Corporal Crocker. Singularly enougn, the name of Corporal Crocker was entirely obliterated on the roll by the rent of the bullet and the blood stains. The acccompanying illustration Is from the regimental history of tho Twenty seventh regiment. George L. Kilmer, Who the Ilerues tiero. You never was scared in battle? Here, Old comrade, don't make a break like that. The man don't live who was tree from fear When th" "'"cious bulleu began to spat. And the cannons belched from their iron throats The deafening notes of the song of war The frightful, terrible, thundering notes That caused the eternal earth U jar! I've heard men say they were Just as cool In the heat of battle as they would be In a quiet seat in a Sabbath school. But they couldn't find a believer in me. never flinched, never shirked a call. But several times in tho war swept south. If I'd been shot through the heart the ball Would have had to hit me square in the mouth. It's the silliest sort of talk we hear And hear from soldiers of solid worth That they stood in the front and felt no fear When the rumblings of battle convulsed the earth. I hold that our bravest men were those Who felt alarm at the cannon's roar. Yet never rearward p jintel their toes. But stood like men till the battle wu o'er. Captain Jack Crawford, the Hot Swat. The noise of battlefield no more Disturbs their sleep all strife is o'er. They slumber tranquilly. Until the last great trump shall sound. And they arise forever crowned With immortality. A Woman's Answer. "Why do I belong to the Woman's Relief corps?" "WeU my father was a soldier a strong, largo man, with an iron, insti tution, we thought, when he went into the army. When he came home he was thin and gaunt, with lines of pain on his face and streaks of gray in his dark hair. Uncomplainingly he suffered a few years and died. An uncle, a plain, kind and generous man, left his little comfortable home among the northern pines followed soon by his son, the eldest of the family, but scarce sixteen tall, straight as an arrow and graceful as tha pine trees he had played beneath. "The father, after lying in the hospital for months, was brought home, and, though still alive, has never seen one day free from pain, is bowed and bent, a helpless cripple from rheumatism. Yet he was paid in full for his services, and has never secured one cent of a pension, because some paper is wanting. The son died in the hospital of fever. "Another the dearest and best cousin of all fresh from college, with the promise of a bright career in life, entered the ranks, was 6hot through the heart, an his dead body brought home and buried in the old cemetery near by. "A playmate I had grown up with from infancy, who Beemed like a brother, lost a leg, and now hobbles around on crutches. "The man I married was a soldier too, and today suffers untold agonies of pain from exposure to wet and cold while bravely defending his country. "These, my friends, are some of my reasons for joining the Woman's Relief corps, hoping in a quiet way with these loyal women to relieve some suffering widow or orphan, or at least to offer one word of sympathy. And I never meet Su old soldier, poor, dirty and ragged though he be, without thoughts filling my mind of the suffering and privations he heroically endured while serving his country, and I feel .like grasping his hand in token of the friendship and re spect I feel for him." A Mammoth Brigade. One day a gentleman, not connected with the army, was riding to overtake Lewis' Kentucky brigade, then serving as mounted infantry, and operating between Augusta and Savannah, Ga., after Sher- TIIEY WERE DOMMED BIO MIN. man had reached the latter city. The brigade, reduced to a few hundred by four years' active service in the field, had just marched through a little village, where the gentleman soon afterward arrived. He rode up to the door of a cottage in which dwelt an old Irishman and bis wife, and tipping his bat a la soldier Inquired if they had seen any rebels passing. The old lady, seeing the interrogator wearing a blue army overcoat, naturally coucluucd that he was the advance of a Federal column in pursuit, and being a true southron, she thought to do the cauM a service by at once striking terror into the enemy's ranks. She answered: "Yis, sir; they are jbt after marching through, and there was twinty thousand o' them if there was a single moul" The gentleman thanked her for the In formation, and, again tipping his hat, turned his horse in the direction the "twin ty thousand" had gone. The old man, thinking that the exaggeration had not been sufficiently complete, ceased the vig orous whiffing at hU pipe long enough to call after i he supposed Federal: "Yls, air, that's ivery word the thrutb, it Uu And they were doinmed big min at that!" Southern Bivouac. It Was the Fighting;. A veteran who was not particularly brave in the ranks was relating his coldler experience when some one asked: "Were you ever taken prisoner." "I guess I was. I was a priHoner of war eight months, and sler t on the ground in open air all the time. Some days I would get something to eat and some days I wouldn't. I nearly hUrved to death." "It must have beeu a terrible experience," remarked a listener. "It was, indeed, a frightful experience, but I tell you, gentlemen," and bis voice was lowered as be added earnestly, "it wasn't near as bad as fighting." Ex change. Truth In a Blonder. The intelligent compositor is some times wiser than he knows, and that was the case when recently in setting np a list of persons whose claims against the city had been allowed by the board of supervisors he substituted a k for an 1 and prefaced the list with the statement that "the following bilks were ordered paid." Good bless the intelligent com positor! He ha a bad heart, but bis hand Is trne. 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HENDERSON, N. C. Promt ompt attention to all professional LuhI s. Practice in the Slate and KedereJ nes8. courts. Office: Room No. 2, Uur well liulitllng. nov 51 c. S. 1IAUUIS, DENTIST, lrFvnrnanw w Pure Nitrous Oxide um atminmterea lor the tih in less extrac tion Ct teeth. tSfOflien nvpr V. t ' nKm' xr t .. otieet. Ian la C. ZOLLICOFFEB, ATTOIINKY A.T LAW, HENDERSON, N. C. l'rctice In the courts or Vance. GranvllU. Warreu, llallf.ix and Northampton, and In the Supreme pnd Federal courts r the 81 ate. Office: In Zollicotter's law building. Oar nett street. feb. fl-6I JJ T. WATKINS, Attorney and Counsellor at Law HENDERSON, N. C. Courts: Grnvllle Vance, and Warrtn. and the Supreme Court at Hallijh. 1 rompt attention given to all Iraal busi ness Office over l'arker u wholesale store. Jan. 5. . Y ICIIKXltY, ATTOltNKYAT JL.A.W. HENDERSON, N. U.. OFFICE IX BCnwELL BUILDING. vnU?7Si7VaJ,.ce Fr"u. Warren, Gran ville, United Stated :ourt at Kalelsh and Supreme Court of North Carolina 8 ' HTEB7Nr,:.'-c,llef Justire W. N. H. an"el i'.f USST. SST imice nours :i a m. to S p. m. meh.7 3i L. C. EDWARDS, Oxford. S. C. A. B. WOBTHAM, ueiiueison, N. V, J1VAKDS & WOIITH AM, ATTOKNKYH AT LA W HENDERSON, N. C. Offer their service to the people t,f V.h county, col. Kdward. wlllTui.nd all ?S Courtsof Vance county, and wfl comm ,1 Henderson at any and all uSS wbra hi. awlstance may be needed by his partM? Dental Wgeon, BKXDBBSOH.JC. Satisfaction guaranteed as to work and prit . Offle -ver Parker A Clom' store Vttn strati WM.H.S. BURGWYN. J. H. VOSE President. vice President. A. D. DAINOERFIELD, Cashier. The Bank of Henderson. o Established in 1882. general Banking, Exchange AND Collection Business. If you have any old Spoons, Kbiven, Folks, Ac, or Jewelry of any kind, that needs plating with iold or Silver, bring them to me at the post offlee and let me re plate them for you. Work shows for it self. Charges reasonable. Very Respectfully, if. R. 1 Alt' LOU, At Post Office. Henderson, N. C. inch 19 H J f m f SSlfinhMrMtriMrnWIlMafMt. ItlUliLl fsrxrizx: Wa tnU tTiiii-n. W. Mart K rtoa. T m ttrmm 7 m nmtm't. t ll yoar tt t fhm wfc. Tfctabsa nUnlfMoMju- brty w tja a 1 1 ftii wmrnm uii.j mmtm. rrn rn fbom 1 wf rm mmA mynri, KjrsMvtMtfuacfc nanus. MmMtnlttn-M ctiwj riu, TKi a co., Atctm itrai. )It. C. S. BOYD,
Henderson Gold Leaf (Henderson, N.C.)
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May 28, 1891, edition 1
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