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THE NEWS. DOVER. OKLAHOMA.
ERIAL
STORY
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Dotft yaq ti oat tha tramp of soldlervt
Don't you h«ar the hu#1e#i play?
Don't you non the muskets flanhtn*
In the sunlUrht far away?
Don't y*wj fneJ the ground all trembling
'Nesfh the tr«ad of many feet 7
They are coming, tens of thousand*
To the army and the fleet.
Tbmw Yanfceea. they are Jnhnnlea,
TW/'w for Worth and South no more;
Tbvy m om, aw3 glad to follow
WT en CM <3 Glory g' e-a before.
From Atlantic to Pacific.
From the Pine Tree to Lone Star,
They are gath'rlng 'round Old Glory,
and they're murchlng to the wax.
I Don't you hear the horses prancing?
Don't you hear the nabre« claah?
D< n't you hear the cannons roaring?
I>« n't you hear the munkets crash?
Don't y<m smell the smoke of battle?
Oh. y</u11 wish that you had gone,
When you hear the shouts and cheering
For the boys who whipped the lion!
Th«Te'll he Yankees, there'll be Johnnies,
There'll t e North and 8outh no more,
When the txiyw come marching homeward
With Old Glory borne before.
From Atlantic to Pacific,
From the 1*1 ne Tree to Low Htar,
They'll be one t>eneath Old (llory
After coming from the war.
We
Chronicles
Addington
Peace
By B. Fletchor Robinson
r wUb A. Cmn Dofb
'T«pyn«ht. Hill. kjW U Ch pm n)
THE MYSTERY OF
THE JADE SPEAR
(HE tragic dmilh of Gen.
John F. ReynoldB occurred
leas than on hour after
the beginning of tho battlu
of Gettysburg. Tho b« t
account of this has been
given by a member of the
Union army nlgnal con*.
Ho was watching from tho
tower of the Theological seminary on
the edge of the town. "Tho engagement
was de-gperate," he declared, "and the
Union force* seemed to be getting the
worBt of It when 1 suddenly saw the
corps flag of General Reynolds. 1 had
no one to communicate with, so I sent
one of my men to lluford. who rushed
up and selied my glasses; and on see-
ing Reynolds said, 'Now we can hold
this place.' Very shortly after this
General Reynolds and his stafT came
up and, seeing Buford In the cupola,
he cried out, 'What's tho matter,
JohnT" 'The devil's to pay!' and go-
ing down the ladder he met General
Reynolds, who said, '1 hope you can
hold out until my corps comes up.' 'I
reckon I can.' was Iluford's reply.
RrynoldB then suggested that they
ride out and see about It- 'General,
do not expose yourself too much,' said
Ruford, but Reynolds laughed and
moved nearer still. After giving some
, directions to ltuford, which showed
his determination to concentrate and
to light, Oeneral Reynolds again
i mounted his horse and rode away to
meet tho head of his column. The
j woods at this time were full of Con-
federate sharpshooters who were pick-
ing off men here and there. When
General Reynolds, accompanied by his
aids, Captains Mitchell and llalrd, and
Orderly Charles H. Veil, rode up one
of tho Union regiments was approach-
ing the woods. Reynolds exclaimed,
! Forward, men; forward, for God's
sake, and drive those fellows out of
the woods!' He turned to look for
his supports and to hurry them on,
: hut before he could speak again the
bullet of a sharpshooter had penetrat-
I ed Ills brain and he fell forward, dying,
' upon hlB horse. His fall was not no-
ticed by the troops, who swept on and
j compelled Archer's brigade to sur-
render. General Reynolds' horse car-
ried the body a short distance, when
j It was borne to the rear In a blanket
1 Just as Archer himself was being
brought In a prisoner." The deatli of
General Reynolds wnB a severe blow
j to the Union forces, and no casualty
of the war brought more widespread
mourning His monument Is one of
j tho finest on the field today.
i HE time la again at hand to
pay tribute to our honored i
dead, to indulge In Mara-
thon runs, to enter con-
tests for sliver cups and j
to Becure tlcketB that will 1
admit us to the double- j
headers at tho baseball |
ground*, so that wo iaay j
show how deeply and slncwrvly we j
cherish the memory of those for I
whom the gartand* are twtnod It will
be necessary for some men to maks i
speeches and for others to listen For
the benefit of the listeners as well as
of the speakers, a recipe for a Memo-
rial day address, furnished by one
who may be a bit cynical. Is given.
Take three stories, strictly fresh.
Add one tablespoonful each of ancient ■
and mediaeval history; allow to come
to a boll, and settle with a chip of |
Ply-mouth Rock. Add slowly 15 drops !
of Webster's extract of American rev-
olution (tea flavoring) Pour over
one quart Appomattox apple sauce.
Stir in rapidly six gallons solid facts
—the heavier the better Heat up thor-
oughly four or more modern problems, i
first being careful to separate) them
from their solutions. Then put both
mixtures together and beat to a
froth. When well mixed, add the fol-
lowing slowly: One cupful politics
(with extreme care, or It may curdle).
One quart milk of human kindness.
(Tho genuine article Is extremely rare,
but a substitute recommended by raany
public men, and closely resembltng
the pure variety, may be obtained any-
where. Use tho condensed form.)
Tincture of religion—a small quantity,
to taste. One-half cupful premonitions
of national disaster. One and one-third
cupfuls hope One sprig sage (ad-
vice). If In danger of becoming heavy
and falling flat, add quickly a pinch of
gunpowder Three drops each of pa-
thos and wit. These are scarce and
hard to procure; but a very little, well
diluted, you will find will go a long
way Laurel and bay leaves may be
substituted for pathos, If necessary.
Stir tho wholo until thoroughly tired,
then place in a cold oven and let
warm up gradually. When done
brown garnish with firecrackers and
flowers of rhetoric and serve hot. on
a large American flag
HENRY HOWLAND.
! 0 far as those to whom the
day was originally dedi-
cated are concerned, the
crest has been passed.
The tide Is ebbing the
army of stalwart men who
once marched with meas-
ured tread and upright
shoulders Is today the thin
that wavers at times in
the herolo attempts to
throw off the weight of years This
Is the pathetic feature of Memo-
rial day The broken ranks, the fal-
tering footsteps, the snowy locks,
the stooping shoulders, the baiting
gait, the shortening line that each
year brings bear silent testitnonj to
the fact that it Is only a matter of a
few years until the thin blue line will
l.ave become a blessed memory—when
*he last of the boys of '61 will have
I answered the final roll call, when taps
i will have been sounded over the last
gallant defender of the Union.
However, there Is little to fear he-
1 cause of tho possibility that Memorial
day will be permitted to die, that the
memories of that mighty host will not
| be preserved. Another and a younger
I generation of patriots 1b filling In the
gap occasioned by the passing of the
G. A. R. The Spanish War Veterans,
the stalwart line of brown, the kliaki-
elad young heroes who emulated the
! example of their fathers and went
J forth to fight for the freedom of an
| oppressed race, are the coining main-
stay of Memorial day. Memories of a
later but no less glorious struggle,
even if on a leas extensive scale, are
awakened In them by the day, In
whose observance they unite with
, their elders.
(Continued.)
"Good afternoon, Sergeant Hales,"
eald Addington Peace. "So you have
arrested Hoyne?"
"Yea, sir."
"Upon good grounds V
"The evidence i« almost complete
against him."
"Indeed. I shall be pleased to hear
It"
"Well, sir, It stands like this. Mr.
Hoyne called upon Colonel Bulstrode
about one o'clock. He was shown
Into the library and "
"One moment," Interrupted the In-
spector. "Where is the library?"
"That Is the door, sir," answered
Hales, pointing to the room from
which he had emerged.
"Perhaps it would be easier to un-
derstand If we go there?"
The library was a long, low roem,
lined with shelves that were In a
great part empty. It projected from
tho main building—evidently It was
of more recent construction—and thus
could be lighted by windows on both
sides. To our right were two which
commanded the drive; to the left two
more looked out upon a plot of grasR
dotted with flower beds, upon which
several windows at the side of the
house, at right angles to the library,
also faced.
"Pray continue," said Inspector
Peace.
"About ten minutes later, Cullen,
the butler, heard high words passing.
A regular fighting quarrel it sounded
—or so he says."
"How could he hear? Was he list-
ening in the hall?"
"No, sir; he was In hla pantry,
cleaning silver. The pantry Is the
first of those windows at the Bide of
the house. The library windows be-
ing open, he could hear the sound of
loud voices, though, as he says, he
could not distinguish the words."
The Inspector walked to an open
lattice and thrust out his head. He
closed it before he came back to us.
as he did to the second window on
the same side.
"Mr. Cullen must not be encour-
aged." he Baid gently. "He is there
now, listening with pardonable curios-
ity. Well, Sergeant?"
"Presently there came a tremen-
dous peal at his bell, and he hurried
to answer ft. When be reached the
hall, he found the colonel and Mr.
Boyne standing together. 'You un-
derstand me. Hoyne,' the cclonel was
Baying, if I catch you lurking about
here again after my niece's money-
bags, I'll thrash you within an Inch of
your life; I will, by thunder!' The
young man gave the colonel an ugly
look, but he had seen the butler, who
was standing behind his master, and
kept silent 'Show this fellow out
Cullen,' said the colonel. 'And If he
ever calls Blam the door In his face.'
And with that he stumped back Into
the library, swearing to himself In a
manner that, as the butler declares,
gave him the creeps, it was bo very
Imaginative.
"With one thing and another, Cullen
was so dumfounded—for he thought
that Boyne and Miss Sherrick were as
good as engaged already—that he
Btood In the shadow of the porch
watching the young gentleman Boyne
walked down the drive for a hundred
yards or so, looked back at the
house, and. not seeing the butler, as
he supposes, turned off to the left
along a path that led towards the
fruit gardens Cullen did not know
what to maJce of it. However, It was
none of his business, and at last he
went back to his pantry. Sticking
out his head, he could Bee the colonel
writing at that desk"—the sergeant
pointed a finger at a knee-hole table
littered with papers that was set in
the further of the windows looking
out upon the grass plot—"and so
concluded that lie could not have
seen Boyne leave the drive, having
had his back to it at the time
"About twenty minutes later Cul-
len and Mary Thomas, tile parlor
maid, were in the dining room, get-
ting the table ready for lunch. This
room looks out upon the lawn at the
front of the house. All of a sudden
they beard a shout, and the next mo-
ment the colonel rushed by and made
across the lawn to the Wilderness
gate He had a revolver In his hand,
and was loading it as he ran. He
dropped two cartridges in his hurry,
for I found them myself when I was
going over the ground. Cullen had
been with him for years; he Is an old
aoldler hiniMll. and at the sight of
the revolver he dropped the tny he
was holding, climbed out of the win
dow, and Bet off after his maBter, who
had by then disappeared amongst the
shrubberies
"He is a slow traveler, Is the old
man, and he reckons that he wag not
more than half-way across the lawn
when he heard a distant scream
which pulled him up In his tracks
It put the fear Into him. that scream
He told me that he had seen too
much active service not to know the
cry that comes from a sudden and mor
tal wound. It was no surprise to him,
therefore, when at last he t^ached the
wicket-gate, to find his master lying
dead In the road.
"Above him, tugging at the spear
that had killed him. stood Boyne.
"There was no one In sight, and
though the road curves at that point
he could see It for fifty yards and
more either way. He had no doubt
In his own mind as to who had done
the thing. Boyne must have seen the
suspicion In his face, for he Jumped
back, Cullen says, and stood staring
at him as white as a table cloth.
" 'Why do you look at me like that,
Cullen?' he Bays. 'You don't think—'
*' if you can explain that away,'
says Cullen, pointing to the body, 'you
will be. sir. If you'll forgive me for
saying it, a devlliBh clever man.'
"'You're mad,' sayB Boyne. 1
found him like this.'
" And where did you spring from,
if I may make so bold?' asked the
butler. Very sarcastic he «as, he
tells me.
" i had been In the upper garden,
and as you very well know, Cullen, I
wished to avoid the colonel,' says the
young man. 'I came round the back
of the house and entered the Wilder-
ness at the upper end. I was walking
down the center path towards the
wicket-gate, when I heard some one
scream, and Bet off running. I could
not have been here more than half a
minute before you.'
"The butler did not argue the mat-
ter. but left him standing beside the
body, and went to get assistance. On
the lawn he met two of the garden-
ers, and sent them back. I believe
he also saw Miss Sherrick near the
porch. It was upon those facts, sir,
that I arrested Boyne."
I don t think," said the Inspector,
shaking his head at him, "I don't
think that I should have arrested him,
Sergeant Hales."
"It looks very black against him,
you must allow."
"Which affects his guilt or Inno-
cence neither one way nor the other.
Has a doctor examined the body?"
"Yes, sir, and extracted the spear "
"Why did you let him do that?"
asked the little man. 6harply.
"I knew you would be vexed about
It, but it was done while I was out
of the house, examining the road and
lawn. He was very careful not to
handle it more than was necessary,
he Bald; but he had to saw the shaft
In two."
"And why was that?"
"He said that the force used by the
thrower must have been very great."
"Very great?"
"Yes, sir, gigantic—that Is what he
said."
Addington Peace walked to the
window and stood there staring out
at the elm avenue that swayed softly
In the breeze.
"Is the doctor still in the house?"
he asked over his shoulder.
"No, sir."
"We have none too much light left
Have you the spear?"
The sergeant opened a side cup-
board and drew out two pieces of
light-colored wood. The polished Bur-
faco was dulled by stains that were
self-explanatory. The head was broad
and flat, formed of the finest jade,
microscopically carved. It had been
fashioned for eastern ceremonv, and
not for battle. That was plain enough.
Peace returned to the window and
examined it with the closest atten-
tion Presently he slipped out a mag-
nifying glass, staring eagerly at a
spot on the longer portion of the
shaft.
"Do I understand you, Sergeant
Hales, that you found Boyne endeav-
oring to pull out the spear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Who else touched It?"
"No one that I know of, save the
doctor."
"And yourself?"
"Of course, elr."
"I>et me see your hands."
The sergeant thrust them out with
a smile. They had plainly not been
W'ashed that afternoon.
"Thank you. Have you discovered
the owner of this Bpear?"
"No, sir; I wish I could."
"Have you tried Cullen or Miss
Sherrick?"
"No, sir," paid the sergeant, look-
ing blankly at the inspector.
Inspector Peace walked to the fl
"Thank you. That Is all."
A8 the butler closed th® door, the
sergeant stepped up to the inspector
and saluted.
"I should have noticed those collec
tlons," he said. "I have made a fool
of myself, sir."
"A man who can make such an ad-
mission is never a fool. Sergeant
Haleg. And now kindly take me up-
stairs to the colonel's room. You
can wait here, Mr. Phillips."
It was close upon the half-hour be-
fore they came back to me. and I had
leisure enough for considering the
problem. When Peace had walked
into my rooms at lunch time, mention
ing that he had a case with possibili
ties at Richmond, if I cared to come
with him, I had never expected so
strange a development Nor, I fancy,
had he.
Thi§ Colonel Bulstrode had served
many years in India. Had the myste-
ries of the east followed him home to
a London suburb? The gigantic force
with which this spear had been
thrown—there was something abnor-
mal there, a something difficult to ex'
plain. Yet. after all, it might be a
mple matter. Boyne was presum-
ably a strong man, and the deadly
fury that induces murder in a law-
abiding citizen is akin to madness,
giving almost a madman's strength. I
was still puzzling over it when the
door opened and the little inspector
walked in.
"The story of Sergeant Hales?" I
asked him. "Is he exaggerating—
was the spear thrown with unusual
violence?"
"Very unusual. It is the crime of a
giant or "
He did not finish hts sentence, but
stood tapping the table and staring
out at the gold and green of a sum-
mer sunset. At last he turned to me
with a slow inclination of the head.
"Hales is waiting," he said, "and
we must get to work. The light will
not last forever."
The sergeant led us over the lawn
to the Wilderness and through its
paths to the wicket-gate. Showers in
the early morning had turned the
dust of the road into a grey mud
that had dried under the afternoon
sunshine. The surface was scored
into a puzzle of diverging lines by
the wheels of carts and carriages,
cycles and motors. Yet Peace hunted
it over even more closely than he had
hunted the paths in the grounds. He
was particularly anxious to know the
position in which the body had lain,
and finally the sergeant got down in
the drying mud to show him.
Apparently the colonel had walked
about ten yards from the gate when
the spear struck him. He had fallen
almost in the center of the road,
which at that point was broad, with
stretches of grass bordering It on
either side. His revolver had not
been fired, though he had been found
with it in his hand.
We walked on.down the road, Ad-
dington Peace leading, his eyes fixed
on its surface, and the sergeant and
I following behind. For myself, I
had not the remotest idea of what he
hoped to effect by this promenade,
nor do I believe had the sergeant. We
circled the outside of the gardens, the
road finally curving to the left, and
bringing us to the entrance-gates.
Here we stopped at a word from the
inspector. The little man himself
walked on, and finally dropped on his
knees close to the hedge. When he
joined us again, it was with an ex-
pression of satisfaction. He beamed
through the gates at the old elm ave-
nue, that rustled sleepily In the gath-
ering dusk.
"What a pretty place it Is," he said.
"Thank heaven that these old houses
still find owners or tenants who dare
to defy the jerry builder and all his
works. Hello, and who may this be?"
He had turned to the toot of the
horn. The motor was close upon us,
for a steam-car moves In silence as
compared to the busy hum of a petrol-
driven mechine. It stopped, and the
chauffeur jumped down and ran to
open the gates. Of the driver we
could see nothing save a peaked cap,
goggles, and a long white dust coat.
(CHRONICLES TO BE CONTINUED.)
?few York's taxable property, city
and state, Is valued at $11,393,720,514.
Keep H&nford's Balsam in your at*
ble. Adv.
Its Natural Suggestions.
"Here's a good work on chiropody."
"I notice it has a good many foot-
notes."
Pr. Pierce's Pellets, email, pupnr-coated,
easy to take as candy, regulate and invig-
orate stomach, liver and bowels and cure
constipation. Adv.
Small Measure.
She—I'm afraid young Jones is go-
ing to hide his light under a bushel.
He—Under a gill, you mean.
Cynical.
"What I am, I owe to my wife."
"Well, take my advice and don't pay
the debt She made a mess of th©
Job."
Same Thing.
"So Julia came up to the scratch
without a whimper. She's a duck of
girl."
'Yes, she's game."
Stick to Your Intentions. •
Don't put off getting Hanford's Bal-
sam of Myrrh until something haj>.
pens Get it now and be prepared for
accidents. You will find frequent use
for it in your home and in your stable
for cuts, burns, bruises and any sor*,
any lameness. Adv.
Sizing Up Louis.
There recently came to a fashion-
able shoe shop in Chicago a daughter
of a man whose wealth has been ac-
quired within very recent years. Tho
young woman was disposed to patron-
ize the clerk, and rejected a number
of "classy" slippers he produced for
her approval. Finally she said.
'I think, perhaps, I shall take these
two pairs. But I>ouis XV heels ar©
„too high for me. Give me a size lower
or. stay—perhaps Louis XIII will be
high enough."—Harper's.
Queen Poor Conversationalist.
Queen Mary is a poor conversation-
alist. On some one being brought uj>
to her it is said she will begin to talk
with remarkable felicity, setting the
other at ease and delighting him.
Then, all of a sudden, she suddenly
ceases, an acute silence supervenes
and the other does not know whether
to break the pause or slip away. Th©
fact is the queen talks well by dint of
concentration; this does not always
last until the end of the conversation,
and once the thread is broken sh©
grows abstracted, thinking of some-
thing else.
STILL SEARCH FOR TREASURE
Colored People of the South Victims
of Sharper6. Who Sell Them
Divining Rods.
Resistance to Electricity.
Great prominence is given here to
reports of experiments by Dr. Vonn
Pfungen of Vienna, showing the pro-
tective resistance of the human skin
against an electric current.
Normally the resistance averages
from 70.000 to 80.000 ohms. In th©
morning, owing to the accumulation of
food residue in the intestines the re-
sistance amounts to 180,000 ohms. In
persons suffering from nervous anxi-
ety it decreases to 5,000 ohms and
even to 1,000 ohms in cases of hys-
teria.
Von Pfungen's experiments are de-
scribed as proving the oft-observed
fact that the effect of an electric shock
when it Is expected is much less se-
rious than when it is unexpected, so
electicians are psychically better
protected against any shocks they re-
ceive.
Von Pfungen also measured a hu-
man being's emotional feelings by the
electric current. An art student sat
gripping a carbon electric connected
with a galvanometer. To begin with,
his electrical resistance was 60,001)
ohms, but when he began to turn the
leaves of an album of pictures, th©
galvometer started to oscillate down-
ward. A reproduction of Donatello's
"David" brought the student's resist-
ance down to 38,000 ohms, Murillo's
"St. Francis," to 20,000, the needle
swinging lower as the student became
more interested.—Paris Cable to New
York American.
The restaurant orchestra had Just
finished playing "Dixie."
"Speaking of buried treasure," said
a southerner after the noise had died
away, "the search for the hidden
riches of Captain Kidd isn't in it
with the hunt that is going on con-
tinually all over the south for wealth
that is supposed to have been se-
creted during the Civil war. Two
classes of persons are engaged in It.
It Is the pet avocation of the negroes,
but not more than one In o hundred
In a few moments the door opened thousand ever finds anything. The
and a fat, red-faced man walked In class that gets the real coin is the
1 here is no mistaking the attitude slick Yankee who travels through
and costume of a British butler. the south selling divining rods and
"Colonel Bulstrode was a collector things of that sort to the negroes.
place and touched the electric bell.
of jade?" said the Inspector, in his
most innocent manner.
"Yes, sir."
"1 noticed the specimens in the
hall. Well, Cullen, have you ever
seen this spear amongst his tro-
phies?"
The man glanced at It, and then
shrank back with a shiver.
"It's the thing that killed him." he
stammered.
"Kxactlv. But you do not answer
my question."
"There may have been one like it.
but I couldn't swear to it, sir. The
colonel would never have his collec-
tion touched. He or Miss Sherrick
dusted 'em and arranged 'em them
selves. He was always buying some
new thing."
"Would Miss Sherrick know?"
"Very likely, sir."
These 'witch sticks' are supposed to
draw their holders Irresistibly to
where the treasure is buried They
sell for a big price—$10 to —it de-
pends on How much the purchaser has
hidden away under his own hearth
stone."
Carrying Schocl Books'.
Almost all school children carry
their books with a strap put around
and buckled very tight. This will
make dents in the cover where the
board overlaps the body of the book
If the strap is 1 ft loose, the book*
are liable to slip cut. Place the cover
of one book bet\v< en the < over and fi\
leaf of its neighbor and the difficult
will be remedia l This will place th-
books in alternate direction Book*
* tacked in this manner do not re-
quire the strap to be buckled 'AghL
DID THE WORK
Grew Strong on Right Food.
You can't grow strong by merely ex-
ercising. You must have food—the
kind you can digest and assimilate.
Unless the food you eat is digested
it adds to the burden the digestive or-
gans have naturally to carry. This
often means a nervous breakdown.
"About a year ago," writes a Mass.
lady, "I had quite a serious nervou9
breakdown caused, as I believed, by
overwork and worry. I also suffered
untold misery from dyspepsia.
"First I gave up my position, then I
tried to find a remedy for my troubles,
something that would make me well
and strong, something to rest my tired
stomach and build up my worn-out
nerves and brain.
"I tried one kind of medicine after
another, but nothing seemed to help
me.
"Finally a friend suggested change
of food and recommended Grape-Nuts.
With little or no faith in it, I tried a
package. That was eight months ago
and 1 have never been without it
since.
"Grape-Nuts did the work It helped
me grow strong and well Grape-Nuts
put new life into me, built up my
whole system and made another wom-
an of me!"
Name given by Postum Co.. Battle
Creek. Mich. Read "The Road to
Wellville," in pkgs. "There's a Rea-
son."
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Martin, J. S. The Dover News (Dover, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 7, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 28, 1914, newspaper, May 28, 1914; Dover, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc136350/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.