“WE MET ON THE BATTLE-FIELD.”

Miss Major Pauline Cushman while on a recent visit to Denver was the recipient of a call described as follows by the ltocky Mountain News. Being fatigued and somewhat ill she kept her room. In the afternoon she was startled by a knock at the door, soon followed by a louder one. She asked, “ Who is there?” and the re ply came back, “Me.” “What do you want?” “I want fur to see Mis Cush man.” “ I cannot admit you.” Well, den, bress de Lord, won't you come out so dis chile can see your face?” By this time Miss C. was naturally indignant, and she replied, somewhat angry, ordering him away, when he asked piteously, “ Is you de real Miss Cushman —Miss Major Cush man ” She replied, P Yes ;I am Miss Major Pauline Cushman, and the only one.’ “ Well, den, ob course you know me _lSam—General Gordon Granger's man, dat was wid him when he recaptured vou from the rebels at the prison in Shel by ville. Don’t you know how I used to make beef tea for you at Missus Kirdell’s, in Nashville, after dey brought you back inside de Union lines?” The mention of the beef tea proved identity, and through the door just ajar the old soldiers fought their battles over again ; recounted the march and retreat, the capture and the escape, victory and defeat on the dark and bloody ground of Shelby ville, Mur freesboro, and Nashville, in June, 1863. The names of Rosecrans, Garfield, Mitchell, Fullerton, and other actors in that fierce and bloody drama called up the scenes anew, and Sam became wild with excitement, and joyful at the recog nition. “ I golly, now I knows you is Miss Cushman, snail, and no mistake.”

It is estimated that more than one-fifth of the inhabitants of the United States arc owners of real estate.
