women and children, gathering for the
news. Trains were not then loaded with
commerce—they were hurrying troops to
the front and liringitr the wounded away.
Car boxes were ha< .ed into holes and
split into splinters to let the air in to the
men who were crowded like cattle into the
fr< ight boxes. Repairs were fearful.
Brillui " were down, tracks were dangerous
with "snakeheads” ami trestles wabbled and
cracked ami screached under the engine
I’eoplc were hilling their substance. Jewels
were buried in the ground. Horses and cat
tle were driven into the swamps to keep
them out of sight. Bacon was hid In the
tree tops—everything was hid, and in the
most unthought of ways. To see a squad
ol cavalrymen f. ling around in the yards
ami gardens for a soft place in the earth
was a very common thing. To see your
last cow or your last horse driven away
was no great‘surprise—the surprise came If
these things wire not taken. 1 refer to
such as this to l<t this young generation
know that war has its dark side and that
its cons‘'tiucnct*s should not b<* mctisurou
by business opportunities nor brought on
ti» remove pressures or to boom )xditi
cu.ns. SARGE PLUNKETT.
Stic W«-<lh Once More.
She has secured a divorce—pretty Mrs.
Harcourt, the wife of Edwin Harcourt, tlie
convict swell.
But that Is not. all—she is to be married—
tliis dainty, blue-eyed, fair-haired young
woman, whose vicarious suffering, as she
made it app, ar, during her stay in Atlanta
some months ago, appealed to the sympa
thetic hearts of those who heard her plaint
and gained admission for her into the
home of the friendless.
