Belford's Magazine, Vol. II, No. 3, February 1889. Various

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      The President was much disturbed, and supposing General Schenck to be the responsible party, wrote to him intimating a purpose to disavow his acts. Thereupon the General went to Washington and, explaining his position in the matter, protested against censure or disavowal, and tendered his resignation as commandant in Maryland if such a step against him was intended. Mr. Lincoln listened patiently. Then, after a short pause, he said:

      "Schenck, do you know what a galled prairie is?"

      The general knew every kind of prairie except that.

      "The galled prairie," resumed Mr. Lincoln, "lies on the slope back from the narrow river bottoms, and is so called because the waters from higher levels cut gulches in it. But it is rich land. On it grow oak trees of a peculiar species. Their wood is almost as hard as iron, and their roots grow deep down. You can't cut them or dig them up. Now, general, how do you suppose the farmers treat them?"

      This was a poser.

      "Well," said Mr. Lincoln, "they just let them alone and plough around them."

      With this the President arose and shook hands, and General Schenck returned to Baltimore, pondering over the parable of the "galled prairies."

      Nothing further was said about censure, but Mr. Lincoln was troubled on the score of his "pledge," and did not let the matter drop.

      Colonel Birney was very busy one day issuing the final orders for despatching three boats to a point where, from information received, several hundred good recruits were waiting. He was interrupted by a telegram direct from the White House, as follows:

      "How many slaves have you enlisted?"

(Signed) "Abraham Lincoln."

      The answer reached the President while Governor Swann and his friends were making another call on him.

      "About three thousand," it said.3

      A short and, according to the report of the committee, a pretty sharp discussion followed the reading of this answer, ending in the despatch of another telegram to the colonel:

      "Hold on and care for what you have; enlist no more until further orders.

(Signed) Abraham Lincoln."

      Colonel Birney's disappointment can be imagined. In another hour his boats would have been off and out of reach of telegrams. Now, all orders had to be countermanded and the boats tied up.

      The next day the colonel went to Washington and had an interview with Mr. Stanton, always his friend, and ready to do for him all that his position towards the President permitted him to do.

      The latter Colonel Birney did not see, but the encouragement, protection, and aid he received from the great war secretary, with whose patriotism mingled no selfish ambition, enabled him, after a few weeks, to reorganize his plans and continue the work which led to emancipation in the State of Maryland.

      A new order was issued, by consent of the President, authorizing the enlistment of slaves of rebels and of consenting loyal masters.

      The final details of this novel recruiting business will be given in another chapter.

Catherine H. Birney.

      THE OLD TUNE

      With sad face turned aside, lest sudden comers see her weep,

      She sits, her fingers softly trying, on the ivory keys,

      To find a half-forgotten way – that memories

      May soothe her yearning spirit into dreamful sleep.

      And now the old tune rises, – trembles, – slowly stealing round

      That empty room, where often in the other years

      It sang its love and tenderness, and gathered tears

      To eyes that weep no more, – ah, sweetest, hallowed sound!

Irene Putnam.

      BOTH SIDES OF THE COUNTER

ALMOST A TRAGEDY

      CHARACTERS.

      Scene: —The principal aisle of a fashionable shop. Mrs. Neverby and Mrs. Sampelle discovered sauntering along near a prominent counter strewn with rich woollen dress-goods. Mr. Newcome, as they pause for an instant, makes a dash forward toward the ladies: the seven other salesmen for a moment seek to restrain his ardor; but he refuses to be restrained, and instantly holds up to the gaze of the shoppers a piece of cloth with a most alluring air. They pause – halt – whilst the chorus, withdrawing, sing, in a low, melancholy voice —

      Chorus.

      Poor Newcome!

      Nay, we must not seek to prevent it;

      If we should, he would only resent it:

      Let us then be all silent anent it.

      Let him say of his breath, "I have spent it;"

      Of his patience, "Behold! I have lent it;"

      Of his will, "Woe is me! they have bent it;"

      Of his garment, "Aye, lo! I have rent it;

      Because I believed that they meant it:

      Meant to buy —

      Heigh-o-heigh!

      O – O – "

      [Chorus retire and busy themselves with other remote customers and goods, keeping, however, a wary and observing eye fixed upon Newcome.

      Newcome (gushingly). What can I show you this morning, ladies?

      Ethel (sweetly). Oh, thank you, we are merely looking as we pass by.

      Maude. Oh yes, that is all.

      Newcome. It will do no harm to show you these goods, I am sure, ladies. These double-width, all-wool, imported French suitings, in all the latest shades, reduced, marked down only half an hour ago from two dollars and a half a yard to – one-fifty!

      Ethel (takes a step nearer to the counter). That blue is lovely, isn't it, Maud?

      Maud (also taking a step counterward). Yes, it is lovely.

      Newcome. Is blue the color that you are looking for, madam?

      Ethel. Oh, not specially.

      Newcome. Now just allow me to show you these blues: ten different tones, – the navy, Marie-Louise, slate, Russian, Princess of Wales, robin's-egg, army, cobalt, indigo, steel, – all of them exquisite, and very fashionable!

      [Brings down pieces of goods and displays them.

      Maud. They are lovely.

      Newcome. All at the same price, one dollar and fifty cents, reduced from two and a half only this morning.

      Ethel. Why are they so low? (Fingers goods). Is there any imperfection?

      Newcome (ecstatically). None in the world, madam – none in the СКАЧАТЬ