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OUR SHORT STORY THE CAPTAIN'S STORY. Captain Harry Beaufort was a tall, handsome Saidclle-agticl main, who tra.veiled for a leading Chicago firm. lu response to a reque-t for a fcilory to while away the time as we travelled from VinotnM* to Cincinnati, he said' As I'm going to step off a* my home this trip, I believe I'll tell you about my little Yankee (.prison*? r. Let. mo see"—retrospectively—"it was ia November, 1863, when our brigade—she old Stonewall brigade—was iviiyv below Win- ,*mevtw, Va., momentarily expecting an attack from thvi Federals. We were a ragged est of devils, I ten you. HaL oi Ae brigade was coat-less and hundreds were shoeie.-W; and all of u,3 were hungry. One uighi I wa put on guard in a little hollow facing the Yankee front. Th-s glade tVM surrounded on three sides by low hili-t covered with underbrush, with an opening directly at my front. of several hundred yards. Immediately surrounding my position there w»<*> .growth of low bashes, so thick tiuit it cfcated almost impossible for a man to pene- trate it. In my rear ail waa Oiear of growth oi any <Ion, sc you. caa see that I was not llkaiy to be .surrounded aixi captured if 1 kept my eytes open. Well, I had been standing there perhaps an hour when 1. heard a thrashing and crashing ia the bu^es at my left. It geemed: to me so much like the sorb of a racket that an old eow. tangled in the brush, would make, tliat I paid in tie attention to k until a heavier crash than common, followed by "Dura the brush!" -iui accents of annoyance, attracted my attention to a poiiit about thirty feet away, jtud, looking, expecting to see -.he draggled, grey make-believe uniform of Ale of my regiment, I was astumehed to see the L>iue .uniform oi iG laakee emerging from the bruoh. "The it-iio-v, who had uot yet seen me, was little more than, a boy (I was only eighteen years old nuiseit at the time), a,I:U a pa»e-ia«.ed, lair-iiaired at that. Drop that mm and stand vviiore you are, lank!' I ordered. I needu'u have told, iuui to drop his '.run, lor he wait so muoh astonished that he did it ;11- voluntarily. "Well, I'll L-e darned! 10\rt: a Johnny Heb, ain't you? ha: a.re you doing bare wei't a. ;ew of the question* he rattled on in his surprise. "\es, I'm, a J-hnny Rti>, Yiaik, ami i iu on guuru here,' said l, as 1 ad- vanced audi picked up iiia gun. j0U're my I added. 'That's just itiy iuek: &airt he. 'I might haw known 1 woind get lost in tbexe biameu Virginia hill*. 1 wouldn't give a ten-awe iana jo an Indiana prairie for tea m-ies square of this .vooden C:')l1vtry.' "Ought tG have staged there,' said 1. 61 you won' get back soon, \ank, f,r you're bound for Libby Prison ir. short metre.' "Liboy Prison! lioly Closes, 1 hope not! Bui> I Johnny, got any grub? 1m teamed near starved, I've wandered about trying to confiscate something to eat ever since three IA o'clock, and to ten you the truth, i in too hungry and tired to talk.' "'J.hat's nothing,' said L "I've gone three days without anything to tsat except green corn, juiU that on the ear, i>ut I'll tell you what JjU do, I've </w a hunk of corn bread in niv -bag over there under that little tree. You can haw half of that.' 'Thanks, Johnay, I'll do tlie same for you some day, coolly .-aid the little lank, and without any a.do otf lie hustled and got the gnib._ "The fellow was hungry a.nd no mistake. He tit into the eLunn: of com bread hice a hungry wolf, and whiie I stood looking at him and laughing at his efforts to get a tour- int'h of corn pone 1llto a two-indl mouth; I'll be blamed if he didn t gobble down tliti whole mess, crumbs and all. k saw it (jcing, but I oou.ldn't gtop it to save iliv, and i don't reaily beiieve 1 would have done it if I could, hungry as I myself was. "But you should have seen that Yank's face after hie had got away with my rations. 'Durn rny riggin,' Mid liL, 'if i haven't g-one and. swallowed the whole of it. i ui mighty sorry, Johnny, but 'Oh, never mind.' isaid I, for it was plain that tiie 'half-starved fellow had not been really conscious of his abuse of my hospitality, and although I was mad enough to him a good ricking, my sense of the ridiculous pre- ponderated and f couldn't help laughing to save my life. The whole affair had been so confoundedly ridiculous that I laid down my gun and actually rolled over and over until my sides fairiy ached. "The little Yankee looked at me a minute or two, and then the comical side of the affair suddenly t-truck him, too, and the next minute both of a* were laughing like schoolboys. "Wlwou both of us had iaughe-d untii we were completely extwrnsted. we sat down together under the little tree, and had a long talk. He belo.iged to an Indiana regiiuent, and had been in +.'id service ahout --ij: Months. He said his parents were living near Brownfield Tnd.. on a orairie farm, anul spoke of his father and mother in terms* of the greatest affection. i\.e him A little sister—Jeannie—two years old. whoiri 1 saw that the boy fairly worshipped. There had been three other children, but they were all dead. "Before the war I had a number of friends In Indiana, and I spoke of them, o.ie or two of whom I found were known to my prisoner, Of course, I told my 3tory-of how, with 35 other schoolboys, I had left school before I was seventeen, and had joined the Confederate Army, and irf the many hattfag we had been in. There were at that time but seven of the 35 left aln>. "Welt, to make a long sTory ahnrr, we had not talked an hour before, we felt th:ot we had kuo'ivr each other a, lifetime. It saddened m9 tü fi ri't of that jolly, fun-l wing face in Libby or « otrier of 0ur prisons, vrith their neces- aarily *hori fare and miserable quarters. Sovae- hc w. r thought I routd see that boy's nother appealing t i me with her eyes to save her boy fron" priso' "ft may 'have been soroe hypnotic or clair- voyant force or srvrne psychic power unknown to inc,, 'o«t, however that may be, I determined to do the best I could to get my little Yankee out of trouble. I itad scarcely come to this determination when the relief guard came up. The officer merely asked rae where I got my prisoner, and when I told him he ordered me to take him to camp ar-d turn him over. Our Ml ow* were allowed i Imsiderable licence, and I took advantage o< the fact by going back with my prisoner without any other escort. It WM very dark in camp, lond I had no trouble in escaping observation with my companion, and getting into my tent. 'I suppose I'm a goner, Johnny,' said my little Yank, after we stretched out on a blanket. 'We'll see,' said I. 'Stay right here and don't move lill I get back.' And then. I clipped out of the tent and managed to hook aeveral pieces of corn bread, one of which I ate Ye?, I'm a Johnny Re*b, Yank, and I'm I on guard here," &aid I. I ?-?-?_. in short order. Then we laid down again and talked in. a low tone of voice until I thought it might be about two o'clook in the morning. 'Ilien I again stole out, and after a little scrutiny managed to get possession of an old gray hat ami jacket. These I ordered .ny little Yank to don. leaving his blue cap and blouse on the ground. Then when all was quiet) I led him out. and by a dark glen which rAn done up to camp t got him riarfely down into the bt-ush-covwecl gl*»de where L had cap- tured him. An hour later by creeping and crawling we had dodged the pickets and were out of reivob- 'Now, Yank,' said I. 'we part here. There H little to your right, is your picket line. Be careful th- they don't fchoot you for a rebel. Good-bye!' And back I went, getting safely into auup bafotfe day. "Tiho mwt mormng we went irtto the fight. and my Yankee prisoner was furs;ott#n by ttæ other guardsmen. "That wad 1 «,w or heard of my Jittle Yankee pri-K>ner d, urag the war. Twency vean after, or in 1,f;&S, Itravelling then up now, owt of Ohioa^'»> ip lilniais and Indiana, and ar44 reminer I was sitting in a store in one oi the srnaU conutry villages in ;li(Lao% in company vrita perhaps fifteen or tvretit otharn, most of wiiom had been in she army. Stories and jokes were told over our cider and pipes, and we were all in good cheer. When it came my turn I vhoiLgiit of my little Yankee, and told the story just as I was giving it. to you. One of the listeners, a tall, broad shouldered, yandy-haired giant, listened so in- tently that 1 saw that at least one of my hearers was interested, and when I concluded the big fellow arose and took Watson aside. Wateon was the storekeeper. They talked excitedly for perhaps a quarter of an hour before they came back, when Watson said: Cap-ta.m, I've been thinking about that order. I don't need the goods now, but I'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll stop, say, within sixty days and give me a. day or two's notice l'll give you a good big order. W hat do you say ? Consulting my book, I found thac from six weeks from that time I would be iu —, ani would have three or four days' time with nothing special to do. I told Watson that I could not reach him sixty days hence, but I would be able to do so just six week* from that day. 'That will do Captain; don't, for- get the date. I was Dot apt to do so, as Watson's big orders meant big sales, and so it was agreed. On the day agreed upon 1 drove up to \Yat-Kin's store, which I found fuil of people, among wnom were many men who looked as if they might have been seasoned veterans at one t:me. I had shaken hamds w:th Watson and one or two of hio friends whom I recognised, vvhe.i I heard .someone say Here he is now!' Not thinking the remifrk had any reference to myself, I paid no attention until Cive us your paw.' comrade,' sounded in my ear. j-1 rmng. I stood face to face with the big beamed giant wnc had listened so intently to 11)Y story on that night six weeks before. Bv his side stood a fair-faced, fair-haired, blue- eyed irar,, of thirty-five or tliirty-seven vears. r?;s vounger man looked me over from hi ad to foot, then back to my face again, as if looking for some point of identification. "• I "One lister.'d so inten lv -I 1 until his intent began tc annoy me. but a minute later his eyes biightened and his face lit up with a smile of pleasure. Don't know nit, do you ? said lie. No, I don't believe I ever saw you before, yet'—as a suiiie lit up his face—'yet—there's something about you that seems familiar.' 'Didn't think you would forget your Yankee prisoner—the one who eat ujp your grub down near Winchester in '63.' "'Wha/t!' I ejaculated, and then it all became clear. There was the same sunny siiiile. the same laughing eyes, but the man before me was almost middle-aged, bearded and stalwart, whereas my prisoner had been but a stripling of a boy. I forgot the years which had elapsed, but that all came to me in a flash, and there before me, twenty years after it had occurred, stood my quondam Yankee prisoner.' Two hours later we were trotting up a long avenue of cotton woods towards a beauti- ful white mansion, embowered in vines. As we rode up to the broad verandah which faced the averue, the hall door opened and a sweet- faced matherly old lady, accompanied by a beautiful, fair-haired, blue-eyed young woman, stepped out. The elder lady stood at the head of the steps, and as I advanced she placed her hands upon my shoulders and, bending forward kissed me on the forehead I God bless you, my son said she, while the teais streamed down her cheeks. I have prayed to see this day.' The younger woman pressed my hand gratefully, but my eves were moist and I could scarcely see her. "I remained that night. and it was difficult to get away even the next day, but business demanded my attention. I promised to visit my friends frequently, and did so every time I couid get a day off. But here's my stopping place, and there's my wife and mother-in-law and the babies. Yes, that fair-haired, blue- eyed woman is my wife. You have guessed it. She was Jeanne Norr i;TU), aiid that sweet-faced old lady is our mother.'

HERMIT HAM31 ELL SWEARS OFF.

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