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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1915-1-7, Page 3t aR -semi ,nti, , AOSGNT1 T1141IJI ` • fr ha 7l --1 Before the open window of a Pi- -vete room, in Weebbouen.e Respite 'eat Douglas Shale --choking dream- ily out to sea. He was propped up •by nillowe, and in hie eyes wee that calm look so after; seen in those who have but recently faeed death at close quar- ters, Presently, into his dreaming carne the sound of the door being • opened, and the pleasant tinkle of .a spoon against chine. It was Mary Glynn—known to Douglas as, "Nurse" --with. the tiny ration of milk -pudding that was' mis-called his lunch, For Douglas was only just re.00vering from en- teric fever, and the doctor was ada- mant in the matter of meals—eo was Mary. "More feed, indeed!" she chaffed him. "That's just like you mento think of nothing but eating.' I'd rather have twenty women to look after. than one of you --so there!" "You and the doctor are a couple of bullies, nurse 1"smiled the pa- tient, who was really a very good patient indeed, taking the bowl from her. "But just you wait till I'm out of here, that's all! I'll have the very. greatest blow-out any man ever had; and I'll make you and the doctor co too just to heap ane, � a of r wicked h ds !" coats fire on your w c ea "What you do when you leave here," answered the girl, "doesn't matter to ane, If you choose to over -eat yourself, well, 1 can't help it, But if you think I'm going to let ,you have a single crumb of solid food now, well, you're mistaken, My. Ungrateful l" "Now, look here, nurse," plead- ed. the starving young man, "I. don't believe it would do me any harm at all. Just as an experiment give me one little bit of bread, and if—" "Now, ' then)" exclaimed Mary, "if you're not careful 1'11 pack you. •off to bed . again—and how would you like that?" They both laughed, Then h' e handed back the all -,too -easily emp- tied ' bowl, "Nothing more for hours and Woes!" groaned Douglas. in mock misery, falling back on his pillows. "'That's a fact!" said Mary, briskly, as she made him more com- fortable. "But here's something -that may help to pass the time away," she continued, bolding out a bulky envelope. "Why, ibis from Andry, my sis- ter," he exclaimed in a pleased voice. •"1 suppose you told her that she might write to me at last?" Mary nodded, "Well, that was decent of you, anyway. Perhaps you're not so hard-hearted as you pretend to be!" "Perhaps not!" the replied, laughing as she left the room. Douglas, being the under manager of a large firm of shipping agents in the North, was obliged, to live in Westbourne, many miles from his 'home on the outskirts of London, where dwelt Audrey and their wi- dowed mother, so that the brother and sister had always plenty of news to send each other, Audrey's letter began with family news, and the latest reports oii their mother's lue.alth. From that she wenb on to give him an account of the doings of their relations and more intimate friends, and then— for Audrey was nothing if not thor- ough in the letter -writing line—re- late•d the stray happenings of the neighborhood. "Oh, yes, and th.e crouse next to ours is let at last!" wrote his sis- ter, "They are oharming people named Vardon, ,a father, a mother, and one daiughter, the eweetest girl I have ever seen. Of course, I hoped that her name would be Dolly —and it is ! Dolly Vardon is just twenty, the. same. age es I am, and sings nippingly—contralto. She hes bbs loveliest brown eyes you ever saEv, and simply heaps of gldrious hair—.a sort of old gold color. 01i, Douglas, do get well quickly, as I do so want you to meet her, and she wants to meet you, tool I have told her all about you, and have told her what a dear old brother you are. She is the sweetest thing I" Douglas put the letter down and once more looked over the sea. The tatter made him think of'his mo- ther, of Audrey, and yea, and— Dolly Vardon. It was unusual for his sister to be so enthusiastic about anyone, but the fair Dolly certainly sounded attractive. He slang the bell.by his chair, and when Mary came in, asked if he might write a Letter. "Why, we have Cheered up," she said, smiling down at him. "Yes, you've been a good boy, so I'll let you write your note—only a note, mind 1" She left the room and retuened with a writing -block and pencil. "Don't go stooping oyer your writing, now I" she �adminished him, and Douglas smiled dreamily to hear the note of possession in the gist's pretty voice. "I'll be verygo$d," he answered, looking up ,at her. Left to himself he began to write, and was disgusted to find how weak and shaky his hand seas. However, he struggle.cl+'on, ooncluding with tae, -following.; " rs frond,. Dolly Vardan—Qtow nice of her to have a •name like that I —motet;ibe 'something very wonder- ful, axed I em looking forward to meeting her. 1)1 alt voices, F think eontealtoiisettieemost. beautiful,:, wish You could bring her bete to tea. one day l But nes that's iropos 'ale, I must get well and cool hem:e as soon as I cane" rnhe writing made him tired, an when Mary returned, she fop,nd'him leaning biter on hie- pillows, witl his eyes olosed, She gently stroke his forehead with her oaol youn hand, land after a little he raise himself up ,and asked her to rea, to dim, As she Beset over the book Dou glas, :soothed by her voice foam his thoughts wandering to Londo and to DollyVardon with the of gold hair, Mary Glynn had wealth of hair too, but it was a, black :aa night—as black as only a Irish girl's knows how to be. Two days Hater came a hurriedl written note from Audrey, ".Am joist off to a, 'matinee will Dolly. I showed 'her your tette and we both nearly cried to see bo - Old' and shaky your writing looks While she was in my room ycster day she suddenly raid: 'That's you brother's photograph, isn't it?' An it was 1 I asked her how she keel —for you know you're net a bit lik any of us—and she said she just fel it must be I Isn't it funny 1 I ge quite excited when I think of yol meatin each other 1" Douglas was, of course, still i his chair, but ,he felt hos strengt beginning g 6 to Cehie back, Taking th writing-padon hie knee, he answer ed his sister's note: "It -certainly was curious the; Miss Vardon should leave picked my photo out of the gallery of por traits—mostly of men, by the wa. that you keep in your room Couldn't you get me a portrait o her to cheer me up I wish eh could come and sing to en•e-it's hor rid being crocked up like this. Bu I'm getting better every day." Dolly 'Pardon! There was an at- mo.sphere of romance round th namethat appealed to him. He fel that he knew her quite well already and he was filled with gratitude to the 'girl for having helped him to pass the long days away, One day he weetad meet her and thank: her She was'evidently a,n impulsive gir and 'possessedready' sympathiesShe would 'be a spl•endid• friend for his sister—or anyone l Then,' as was the custom, Mary Glynn came in and read to him, gave him his alleged supper and peeked him off to bed. Three days passed without any letter, and Douglas felt that he had a grievance. Then came a fairly long epistle from his sister. .After giving him the family clews—which, by the way, he skipped shamelessly —she wrote : 'Dolly is now swingi. hammock under ,the of t tree, at lihe end of the . singing ,to herself. S1 beautiful picture. She would rather not send f herself as she always t such a fright. It isn'tt that's what ,she says. "You remember when craze for making verse lent them to Dolly to other day. When she them she said tthat she w are just the sort of m been wanting to meet— don't ever tell her 'that ! And don't get swelled h She •came in this morn large bunch of roses, and to send them to her poet' best wishes for his quack Good-bye, old boy—so glad getting really better!" And, that was all, you were.a poet 1" ng in the d chestnut garden, and She makes a says she a photo o comes ou true, bu you got a verses? \\'ell, I read the had finished as sure ,you an she has only please I said so cad either ing with a cl asked me with ilei recovery you axe in with a e in a rose- handed set him. r11 you read nd opening During the next two weeks Den- glas regained a good deal of his for- mer strength, end at last, to his great joy, was .allowed almost nor - mai ]Heals. Dolly Vardon and be were quite intimate by this time. He had even written to her and bad re- ceived in return a note ;enclosed in a little volume of poems she had sent him. It ie always nice to make a new friend, and if that friend Is to be a beautiful girl it is not exactly es misfortune, is it1muneThenmune one Monday morning when the doctor told hien that he might arrange to leave on the fol- lowing Wednesday, He wrote A to idrey tabling chew the great news. "Now, why," he wrote, "should not you and Dolly come up here and take me home 7 She would be. a jolly ccompanion for you. You -could get the train that reaches Here iu the •evening. I'm ,afraid they won't let you in the hospital at !that time' but there is quite a nioe liable hotel, near the station where you -could both sponrnd the night. ,.and me, a wire," Tiuih next afternoon, to hit ®ur= prise and grcabdelight,' came ateln- green "Wdli;.be with you;; to breekfast on.. Wsdncsdray motiong,, Audrey,, ballly, When, at last, Wednesday morn- ing same round Douglas wan up in Just then Mary came parcel containing the flowers which, when he had unpacked them, he handed 'to her to arrang bowl. There was a label attached: "To the poet, from Dally \-sedan,,, "And who is Dolly Vardor, may I ask?" said Mary. smiling "Oh, juste friend of my sster's," answered Douglas. "W' to .me, old girl?" For the two were good, friends by now. "Of course 1 will," said Mary, sitting down beside him a the book. "But you never bold ma 1— TIPPgRARY ° (5 O • sIrtGLe re, n a.o.Y ererere Blnr_r..--, H TIIE ONLY PLACE OP ESCAPE. good time packing all the last little 'things that are so hard to remem- ber—razors, and so on—and was quite excited .to think that at last he was going to - meet his golden- haired little friend. It had been arranged, that Mary, Audrey, Dolly Vardon enol• he should all breakfast together in his room, and the .last touches had just been given to ,;die table= which was decorated with one of Dolly Var- cion's 'bunches of flowers=when his sister' was announced. She ran in and threw her arms round' his neck ands kissed him again and again—Mary stood by oho' sti11 open door ,looking expectantly, and with flushed Cheeks downthe pas- sage. When Douglas had introduced his sister to Mary a puzzled look came over !hid face. Where was Dolly Vardon 1 "But—er—I say, Audrey, old girl, what have you done with Dolly—er—Miss Vardon 7 Surely you haven't left her waiting about outside 1" A half -frightened look same into Audrey's eyes. "Oh, Douglas—"she began. "What is it, old gir11 Anything wrong 1" "Orr, you won't be angry with me, will your But, Douglas, it'e all— that is, she—I mean I made it all up 1" "Made what up 1" "The flowers, and the letters, and the ;messages, and everything 1" "Everything!" "Yes—Dolly Vardon and all I Say you're not cross, Douglasl I thought it would help to pass the time away, dear I" "And so it did, old girl. said Douglas, a little ruefully. Then he burst into is roar of laughter, in which Mary. joined. "And now I've got something to tell you I" he con- tinued, peeling his arm round Mary's waist. "How •do you pike that ring, Au- drey?" he asked, holding out Mary's left hand, on the third finger of which sp:askled a single diamond. "Oh, Douglas, eve mean thing!" said Audrey, throwing her arms round them both. "Why didn't you tell me before 1 Now I see why you aren't coons with on l" "Cross with you!" scoffed Dou- glas. "I never readily cared for golden hair 1 And you ought to hear Mary sing!" — London An- swers. 3 The Smoking Stove. One day, when the English states- man, Beiijaanin Disraeli, was walk- ing through his estate, he found one of his tenants eating dinner by the roadside, although his house was very close by. "Well, Henry," tasked the kindly landowner, "why are you eating out here by the road 7" "Oh, Asir," stammered the ten- ant, greatly embarrassed, "I can't eat inside because—because the stove smokes so much. And---" "Well, chat's too bad," said Dis- raeli. I will see what the trouble is at once." And before the tenant eoaild utter a word, Disraeli hastened toword the house, But scarcely had he opened the door when a shrill wo- man's voice piped out, "Yon take yourself right out of here, you ;nay good-for-nothings Very much perplexed, 'the states- man therm returned to his waiting tenant by the roadside. He put, his hand on the man,'.s sihonlder in a kindly fashion, and .said, "Cheer up,: Flenry, my boy! My above at )tome' sometimes •smokes, too," Obvious. ,Gertie•--d wish you ;to know that t don'teeand on trifles. Helen (glancing et her feet)—No, dear; I see you don't, RESPECT FOR BRITISH NAVY THE GERMAN SAILORS DIFFER FROM SOLDIERS. • Feverish Preparations Going'On at Kiel For Expected Battle. The New York Tribune publishes an article from a staff correspond- ent, dated Kiel, Germany, in which he says: .A day with the Kaiser's navy see- ing the feverish race against time in the huge shipyards and the im- perial torpedo works; watching the gun crews of a German Dread- nought being whipped into shape by enthusiastic "coaches" for the last great death .grapple with the British (which they were all sure was to come, and they hoped soon), witnessing the final tuning up of the neweet .and largest German sub- marine, whose boyish commander modestly said he wanted to bag a "Lion" or a "Tiger" or an "Ajax,"' though he would •take a shot at a King George if nothing better offered --such was the eye- opening experienee. Poking Fun at Churchill. Judging by the two score or more officers who were "sampled" in conversation, the young German navy has not had its head turned by its initial successes, but it is undeniably in high spirits and full of whimsical humor at the expense of the English. As a significant il- lustration of the new naval morale, one of the officers with mock seri- ousness scribbled an invitation on the back of amenu card to come and take part in "a little submar- ine practice, during which at least four English cruisers or better will be sank with wind and weather per- mitting." "We would not think at offering you less ;than four be- cause three is already an old story." he laughingly explained, adding that "wind' was metapho- rical for Winston 'Churchill. New Submarine. The whimsical invitation was ac- cepted, and while "wind and wea- ther did not permit," a very thor- ough inspection was afforded of the new super -dreadnought submarine U-32. 01 about 1,000 tone and near- ly 200 feet long, it carries a. comple- ment of thirty officers and men and six torpedoes, Admire English Navy. It was particularly striking, how- ever, that among the naval officers and sailors one did not find the bit- ter hatred of England and the Eng- lish which one so invariably meets among army officers and soldiers in the field and landsmen generally. The official German report of the destruction of the Audacious had just become known in Kiel, but there was no gloating and no cele- bration, liquid or otherwise, The officers at once recalled that the Audacious had been a member of the visiting British squadron during Kiel week in .June—"a splendid ship"—but snack no other oom- ment, A lieutenant commander said to the Tribune correspondent: "We consider it an honor to fight against the English, The English navel of- ficer is always a gentleman. But the Japa—treacherotte, yellow curs —•just lot them once come, We have no use for them, The 'English, the French and even the Russian, we can reaped as opponents, but net the Saps." Toping Yep Aesereisis, 1'1 e A visit was n xt paid to one of their best dreadnoughts, the Mark* grof, All She gun crews were 'being driven at tip speed,, eionce in panta- nlime shadow practise, othmrs with real shells, Abuiit five hours a clay of gun drill, as many of the men are reservists, thirty to thirty-four mire old, and need ,plenty of work to take the kinks oat of them. They look like a particularly fine lot of men, and went at the work as if they were playing a game: A first lieutenant, who proved to have an American wife, in addition to a good American accent, invited the American visitor to his forward turret, where he proudly put his two 12 -inch guns through their paces. "An • English Dreadnought is about seven miles away," he sug- gested, then blew his tin -Whistle and the gun crews stood at atten- tion; then for the next ten minutes pandemonium reigned in the 12 - inch turret—all make-believe, but the men went to it as if it were the real thing, Shot Every 20 Se -coeds. A touch of realism was added when one of the 12 -inch guns jam- med and when the lieutenant shout- ed the last desperate order, given when the whole gun crew has been put out of action; and from below a aces • warmed upto fresh ] of un s of g take the]- places. "I can fire a shot every twenty seconds -that is, each gun every forty seconds," the lieutenant explained, Perhaps most interesting of all was the torpedo practice, "under battle conditions." To save time the water was not pumped out of the torpedo tubes before reloading, as in peacepractice, but allowed to flood the room, inches deep. Here, too, -the men were being driven along at high pressure and were "Clocked" in the fast time of 1 minute 5 seconds for swinging a torpedo down from the ceiling (where spare torpedoes were fasten- ed), ramming it into the torpedo tube and making ready to fire. Busy in Navy Yard. The correspondent was also per- mitted to make is tour of the huge navy yard, where construction work is being pushed day and night, 8,- 000 men working by day and 3,000 at night. It was already dark, and the wdrk of turbine- and boiler building and eo forth was .being carried on by the light of only a few small lanterns. The Kaiser's navy yard and all his Imperial Ma- jesty's workshops reminded one strongly of London by night, and one was not surprised mien the su- perintendent said that the lack of illumination was a precautionary measure against a possible visit of hostile airmen—"though none has come so far," he added. Utmost significance can be at- tached to the interesting fact that work is not being pushed on those; fighting ships under construction which could not possibly be finished under a year, while the main effort is being devoted to those which 'trill be in fighting trim in three months or leas, IIAve Ships at Sea. "The English will find German, warships in the North Sea now iE they will go in and look for thein," one officer remarked, "The British numerical superior- ity is chiefly in the smaller ships," another said. "In Dreadnoughts we are not at such a great disad- vantage. But mere superiority in tonnage and metal -throwing ability will not be the deciding factors in the great battle, We Germans do not fear this advantage of the Brit- ish." But none of them would haz- ard a guess as to when"the big bat- tle" would take place, d• A LITTLE RIFLE PRACTICE. How Soldiers Amuse Themselves on the Firing Line. An amusing little story, which shows how strongly Tommy Atkins objects to being dull, comes from the Aisne. At one time, during the course of that long-drawn-out battle, there came is lull in the firing, and the British soldiers began to find things 'growing monotonous. Having an old piece of cardboard at hand, an ingenious Tommy roughly marked a target upon it, and stuck it top above the trench on a .pole. The Germans immediately start- ed potting at it, and our Tommies signalled the results of the firing, cheering vociferously every time a bull was scored, When at last the improvised tar- get had :been almost; shot away, and they had to pull it down, imagine the surprise of our soldiers when they ea* a duplicate pop up above the German trenches! The same thing happened. The Germans signaled the results of the British mankmanship, and loudly cheered each time they had to sig- nal a boli Row Avoided. He (disag'ree•ably)---WWhat the mis- chief is .the -nutter with this dine her? She (mildly)—I cooked it, dear, $e—Well, I was wondering what made it so much better than ntaual. nBIVING 'f'I'rir DEVI ,'S CAII'..s, Baron Clergit'ys Tells of IIls Ex* citing Experiences, Baron 'Cier;gleys, 'who has been werving with distinction in the Bel- gian Army, having charge of the first arinered ear used in the war, has just returned to his home at Great 'Chart, near Ashford,: Dent, England, fur rest and recuperation, The iberon has had many stirring adventures, and was wounded in three places during an encounter near Lille, when the driver of the San, Prince Baudouin ole Liaise, and the 'baron's -cousin, 'Count de Viller- mont, were killed, For his bravery Baron Ciergleys has ,been awarded the Chevalier ole l'Ordre do Leo- pold, The harem, profiting by experi- ences, is now engaged in dsebgning an armored ear that will adequately •protect the chauffeur, He proposes providing a periscope (similar to that used 'hy submarines), also foot mirrors, that will reveal to the chauffeur the whereabouts of the baron . The t n totdo 1 f his ex- periences recently in a London newspaper, as follows : "We had a terrible time near Lille when Prince Louis de Bau- douin was killed. We' had three ar- mored cars, and suddenly we found ourselves in an ambush of 4u o of ' the German infantry. They fired upon us, and we replied with our machine guns and rifles, but the number was too great. Six of our party were killed outright, one was missing and supposed to be killed, and one is recovering with two bul- lets in his head and arm, while I was wounded in the head, arm and leg. My -cousin, Count de 'Giller wont, was shot dead as he was clambering into my car, "My gun was shot out of my hand, but I had the satisfaction of firing the last shot before the en- emy, finding that their ambush had failed, had retreated, I shot the major. Once we were motoring from Antwerp to Lille, and sudden- ly found a rope -cable across the road, toed to trees on either side. It Was an awkward trap. The en- emy, having seen us coming, thought that we should have to PIGURE•IN BRITISH. HISTORY - The Bank of Elrgl.antl's Drente,' C41'eer. More than once in her history the. "old lady of Threadneedle Street" has held the fate of,tre British Em= ,pire in her hands, Just recently Britain has bad nnuch to thank her for—especially the way ehs averted an economic panic at the outbreak of the war, says the New York Press. "William 111. had not yet begun to wear mourning for his consort, • Mary, when "the most famous and the richest lady in the world," as the lets Lord. Goschen styled .the Bank of England was modestly cradled at the Mercer's Hall . one July day in 1094, with that canny Scotchman, William Paterson, for godfather. She was well dowered as' infants go, for the merchants of London City subscribed in 10 days the com- fortable sum of $0,000,000 for her birth dowry, thus enabling her to begin life as a full-blown million- aire. But the ebild had not long oto wit for her first troubles, When she was only two years old the goldsmiths leagued themselves Against the interloper, who was stealing their banking business from them_ A few years later the fears of an invasion by the Pretender brought her horde of enemies down on her again, allied with the rival !banks of Hoare and Child, and she was only saved from disaster when the Dukes of Marlborough and New- castle and many another noble hur- ried to her help with coaches brim- ful with bags of hoarded guineas. When she left Mercers' Hall—her original nursery—for the more spa- cious 'Grocers' Hall her staff num- bered but fifty-four all told, and when her next migration took her, in 1794, to the nucleus of her pre- sent palatial home her capital still fell short of a 'modest $50,000,000. Here, in 1730, she was compelled to fight for her life. Newgate had been sacked by a riotous mob, a large part of the city was in flames and she herself was girdled by fierce thousands bent on dismount from our armored car her destruction. But she had gal - to remove the rope, and thus be lant defenders. Her roof was man - captured. The trap did not sun ned by clerks firing volleys of bul- ceed, because I fired continually at lets molded from the pewter of one spot where the rope was drawn their inkstands, which they poured taut around the tree. The rope was into the enemy with such deldly ef- out, and fell into the road, and we feet that they seattered and fled. drove off after giving a few shots Four years later, "Old Pateth,'t more to the dismayed Germans. the roguish son of an old clothes "Upon my- departure from Ostend man, reibbed her of $1,000,030 by 1 had the satisfaction of an en- means of forged notes, and Ile rad counter with the Uhlans, killing so many imitators that a staff of , seventeen as they were riding in, 70 clerks were kept busy in detect - before 1 bade adieu to my armored ing them. car, which is well known to the But the old lady's diary is crowd- Uhians, who call it 'The Devil's ed with similar sensational and ro- car."' mantic happenings. When, for in- DOGS in "the '48," Prince DOGS IN \1',18. Charlie's rebel army had straggled as far south as Derby. such was the Were 1'sed For Persuing and Kill- general ,panic that the bank was in itrgitiyes. mobbed •hy anxious crowds demand - "Dogs of war" is a phrase which ing money for its notes. Payment once meant a thing as real as the was not refused, we are told, but the bank engaged a small army of agents to present notes for which they 'were paid in sixpences, the agents going out of one door with their silver and bringing it bark by another, so that bona fide holders of notes could not get near enough to present them, warhorse. Dogs have played their part in battles and campaigns, and in the old wars between England and ,Scotland dogs were used by both combatants for pursuing and killing fugntives after a defeat. It is related that Wallace and Bruce each had close escapes from capture by English bloodhounds, '1' Bruce is said to have thrown the English dog off the scent by the now known expedient of wading up a stream far enough to baffle his pursuers, and Wallace evaded the hounds by having recourse to a trick more or less common in those strenuous times of killing a follow- er and leaving the body in the dogs' path for them to come upon. The dogs finding a body-, !believed that their task was done, and discon- tinued the hunt. - In the history of the wars of the are not to be underrated, At first meddle ages one fends reference to we spoke with cdntesupt of the In- dians. To -day we learned to look at thein in a different light. For three days we were shelled -contin- uously; the British thought we were pounded into a jelly, so they sent us a little surprise in the shape of a visit from their brown allies, `Batan only knows what the Eng- lish had put into those fellows. Those who stormed our lines were either drunk or possessed with an evil spirit. With fearful shouting, in comparison with which our hur- rahs were like the willing of a baby, thousands of these prows .forms rushed ;upon us as suddenly as if they were shot out of a fog. "We opened a destructive fire at is hundred yards. It mowed down hundreds, hut in spite of that the others advanced springing forward like eats and surmounting our ob- stacles zvith unexampled agility, In no time they were in our trenches, and truly these brown enemies were not to be despised, With butt -ends,. bayonets, swords and daggers we fought each other, and: we had hit- -tee chard work until our reinforce- ments arrived." ltewitt—Dad you aid Gruel have any luck on your shooting trip? Jsweti—We certainly did;. we sleet each .ether and both of ;;s had per - feebly good' acaidenb poke vs, PROWESS OF THE INDIANS. Gerrnauns Are Impressed Brown Rascals. The Frankfurter Zeitung pub- lishes the following letter from a German officer, commenting on the prowess of Britain's Indian. troops: "To -day- for the first time we had to fight against the Indians, .and the devil knows those brown rascals by the the use of big doge against cavalry for the purpose of throwing the horses into confusion, and not alone for causing panic ;but casual- ties, for these fierce canine ,parti- sans were clothed in coats of nail studded with spikes and having seythes fitted to their harness. Instances are recorded where war dogs with firebrands fastened to their coats of mail have been set on an enemy's camp with destructive results, Henry VIII, must Have found dogs useful in military ways because in an English history it Is written that he offered the use of 40,000 auxiliaries and 4,000 war dogs to King Charles V. of Spain to aid that monarch in his war with Francis I. In the reign of Queen Elizalbeth, when the Earl of Essex entered Ire- land for the purpose of suppressing insurreobion there, his army was accompanied 'by 100 bloodhounds. A. Squeloher, He ()feeling his way) --Would y u get married if you were the ? ,Slee—I don't believe I Could—if I were 'you, Pell Out. Again,. "I thought you safd Jeal;fell tzt love with Alioe at first sight," "And so he did; but you See he took a adoond look."