"Quad's odds"; . s path and will not be turnedaside. He has lived among us so long that to us will comethe sad duty of closing his eyes and folding the cold handsacross the bosom in which death found a resting place atlast. Tears will fall as men and women and childrenknow that he is dead—such tears as come when the heartswells with deep sorrow. They will place flowers on thecoffin, and as it rests before the altar they will listen tohear it said: We knew him as one whose good deeds and kindwords made us all better-hearted. And we shall hope that the angels forgave his sins andremembered nothi
"Quad's odds"; . s path and will not be turnedaside. He has lived among us so long that to us will comethe sad duty of closing his eyes and folding the cold handsacross the bosom in which death found a resting place atlast. Tears will fall as men and women and childrenknow that he is dead—such tears as come when the heartswells with deep sorrow. They will place flowers on thecoffin, and as it rests before the altar they will listen tohear it said: We knew him as one whose good deeds and kindwords made us all better-hearted. And we shall hope that the angels forgave his sins andremembered nothing but his big heart. DEPRESSIONS. ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR. WAS looking over some of the battle-fields of theRevolutionary war a few weeks ago. It is enough tosadden the heart of any sutler to wander over those historic fields and hear the explanations of the guides. One conies away feeling as if he would like to wrap an American flag around him and be knocked down ten or fifteen times in the name of Spot Where Warren Fell. I started out before breakfast with an old farmer to seethe spot where Warren fell. We climbed several fences,worried through a marsh, and as we finally turned the cor-ner of an old barn the farmer waved his hand and said: Behold the spot! 35 36 THE SECOND FALL. There it was, sure enough, looking as fresh and healthyas if a hundred years had not beaten a constant tattoo uponit. In the midst of a small field, a romantic-looking oldbarn in the distance, was the depression. Did he fall from his horse, or from a balloon ? I askedthe guide, but he replied that he couldnt say. It hadbeen some little time since the war, and he had forgotten. Struck on his head, I suppose ? I remarked as Iraised up to get a clearer view of the spot. The old man said he didnt know about that; neverheard any one say. But see here, I said as I leaned back; how dare youcall yourself a guide and charge me fifty cents when youknow nothing of the history of this spot ? Waal,
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