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s route in Chicago I entered a millinery establishment, and was surprised by a greeting from the familiar voice of my sister Jennie, and they alone who are members of a scattered household can realize what must be such a meeting. In the lapse of years since our separation, our paths had so diverged that we had lost trace of each other. I sat down and eagerly listened to a recital of an experience fraught with varied incident. They had moved from Chicago to Monroe city, Missouri, a place which (as most will re

ranks of the army, returned with health impaired f

lth. No mother could have more tenderly and steadfastly ministered to him, than did my father's wife; she, her two bachelor brothers

written in letters of light upon a hallowed life page, standing out in bold relief up

, assumed the relations and duties of a wife, and is now presid