The Christmas Gift that Came to Rupert

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The Right Eye of the Commander. The Christmas Gift that Came to Rupert. Item s unavailable for purchase. My first question was about Rupert. The Professor shook his head sadly. A very strange case,' he added, giving it a long Latin name, 'a very singular case. But go and see him yourself,' he urged ; 'it may distract his mind and do him good.

Around him were scattered his books, and, what seemed in singular contrast, that drum I told you about was hanging on a nail just above his head. His face was thin and wasted; there was a red spot on either cheek, and his eyes were very bright and widely opened. He was glad to see me, and when I told him where I was going, he asked a thousand questions about the war.

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I thought I had thoroughly diverted his mind from its sick and languid fancies, when he suddenly grasped my hand and drew me towards him. A few weeks after Christmas, I was lying half-asleep here, and the drum was hanging on the wall, when suddenly I heard it beaten; at first low and slowly, then faster and louder, until its rolling filled the house. In the middle of the night I heard it again. I did not dare to tell anybody about it, but I have heard it every night ever since. But I think, Doctor-I think,' he repeated slowly, looking up with painful interest into my face, ' that no one hears it but myself.

His eyes were very bright and his pulse a little flurried and quick. I then tried to explain to him that he was very weak, and that his senses were very acute, as most weak people's are; and how that when he read, or grew interested and excited, or when he was tired at night, the throbbing of a big artery made the beating sound he heard.

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He listened to me with a sad smile of unbelief, but thanked me, and in a little while I went away. But as I was going downstairs I met the Professor. I gave him my opinion of the case - well, no matter what it was. The Professor was not a bad man, but he was a little worried and impatient, and thought - as clever people are apt to think-that things which he didn't understand were either silly or improper. I was terribly shocked for the moment, as you may imagine; but, dear me, I was living just then among scenes as terrible and shocking, and I had little time to spare to mourn over poor Rupert.

I was detached from my brigade to ride over to the battlefield and assist the surgeons of the beaten division, who had more on their hands than they could attend to. When I reached the barn that served for a temporary hospital, I went at once to work. Bob," said the Doctor thoughtfully, taking the bright sword from the hands of the half-frightened Bob, and holding it gravely before him, "these pretty playthings are symbols of cruel, ugly realities. I did not at first heed his request, for this kind of unselfishness was very common in the army; but he went on, 'For God's sake, Doctor, leave me here; there is a drummer-boy of our regiment - a mere child - dying, if he isn't dead now.

Go and see him first. He lies over there. He saved more than one life. He was at his post in the panic of this morning, and saved the honour of the regiment. Go, and see him tirst. He lies over there. He saved more than one Ufa. He was at his post in the panic this morning, ond saved the honor of the regiment. I called him by name. He opened his eyes — larger, I thougnt, in the new vision that was beginning to dawn upon him— and recognized me.

I could not say anything. I only pressed his hand in mine, as he went on. Nobody is to blame but myself. It was a long time before I understood why the drum came to me that Christmas night, and why it kept calling to me every night, and what it said. I know it now. The work is done, and lam content. Tell father, it is better as it is. There are the ranks drawn up in review.

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Don't you see the sunlight flash down the long line of bayonets 1 Their faces are shining— they C resent arms — there comes the General— but is face I cannot look at, for the glory round his head. No questions now— never mind what became of the drum. Who's that sniveling Bless my soul where's my pill-box V". The Sacramento Union publishes the proceedings of a meeting of persons interested in swamp landa in Sacramento on Tuesday. The purpose of the meeting was to take action against Julian's Swamp Land bill now before Congress.

This meeting appears to have comprised only those who, under the loose definition which has heretofore prevailed, have bought swamp lands of the State, or are now endeavoring to buy the same. This may be well enough. The dispatch forwarded reads as follows: The purchasers of swamp lands from the State In California are assemble] in convention to-day, anil request the postponement of the consideration of the Julian land bill until our memorial can be received by Congress.

The author of this dispatch, we believe, figured recently in lands in San Bernardino, under cover of some sort of an immigration scheme, which dissolved at a convenient time. The particulars of this land speculation were given to the public at the time. This operation only served to whei t! Nothing could be more fitting in tne premist-s than that Mu'. Lynch concluded a purchase with Henry Voight for nil piece: Lynch' property formerly -'consisted of a frontage of seventeen feet on Georgia by a depth of eighty, and Henry Voight a frontage of thirty-three feet by a similar depth.