sleeping boy! Yes, very grotesque. But Charley had his
Thanksgiving dinner, and the men of Company I, perhaps, enjoyed a
profounder satisfaction than if they had feasted more materially.

I never saw Charley after that Thanksgiving day. Before the afternoon
was half gone the doctor sent an ambulance for him, and insisted that
he should go to City Point. By Christmas his wasted body had lain for
three weeks in the red Virginia soil.

GRANDPAPA'S WOLF STORY.

"Tell us a story, grandpapa."

"One that will last all the evening, chickens?"

"Yes, grandpapa, darling," said Jenny, while Jimmy clapped hands.

"What about?" said the old lumber king.

"About when you were a boy."

"When I was a boy," said the old gentleman, taking Jenny on his knee
and putting his arm round Jimmy, "the boys and girls were as fond of
stories as they are now. Once when I was a boy I said to my
grandfather, 'Tell me a story, grandpa,' and he replied, 'When I was a
boy the boys were as fond of stories as they are now; for once when I
was a boy I said to my grandfather, "Tell me a story, grandpa,--"'".

"Why, it seems to go on just the same story, grandpapa," said Jenny.

"That's not the end of it, Jenny, dear," said grandpapa.

"No-o?" said Jenny, dubiously.

Jimmy said nothing. He lived with his grandfather, and knew his ways.
Jenny came on visits only, and was not well enough acquainted with the
old gentleman to know that he would soon tire of the old joke, and
reward patient children by a good story.

"Shall I go on with the story, Jenny?" said grandpapa.

"Oh, yes, grandpapa!"

"Well, then, when _that_ grandpa was a boy, he said to _his_
grandfather, 'Tell me a story, grandpapa,' and his grandfather
replied--"

Jenny soon listened with a demure smile of attention.

"Do you like this story, dear?" said grandpapa, after pursuing the
repetition for some minutes longer.

"I shall, grandpapa, darling. It must be very good when you come to
the grandfather that told it. I like to think of all my grandfathers,
and great, great, great, greater, greatest, great, great-grandpapas
all telling the same story."

"Yes, it's a genuine family story, Jenny, and you're a little witch."
The old gentleman kissed her. "Well, where was I? Oh, now I remember!
And _that_ grandpapa said to his grandfather, 'Tell me a story,
grandpapa,' and his grandpapa replied, 'When I was a young fellow--'"

"Now it's beginning!" cried Jimmy, clapping hi