! The tioe tor's "Wife
BY AISS AV E. BRADDON
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CHAPTER XXHI. (Continued.) CIIAPTKR XXIV.
"Rnvniond. is this true?" .Mr. hnnsdcll The moon wns slowly rising behind n
skcil, 11- the (trior closed upon his uncle, black belt of dense foliage n noble
lie n;i'o as If there had been no break Hereon of obn and beeeh Hint sheltered
or change In tli" convolution nlnoo Mrs. Ruysdalo's domain from tho conmion
Gilbert's tut mo had been mentioned. world without as Roland Lnnsdell
If tho answer to this question had In- crossed the lawn, and went In among tno
volvul u fentenee of death, or a re- thickest depths of tlie pane.
priovo from the gallows. Uoland tana- The money was wanted for this man,
doll could not have asked It more eager- of course!" ho thought. "And I thought
U. Ho ought to have believed in Isabel her an Innocent child, who had ignornntiy
.) firmly an to be quite unmoved by any broken n strong mans heart!
rlllago slander; lint ho loved' her too Ho walked on slowly now, and with
much to bo reasonable. Jealousy, tho his bond bent, no longer trying to mako
demon . lonely united as a Siamese twin a short out for himself among tho trees,
lo Lore, tho god was nlro.idy gnawing but absently following a narrow, wind
fit his o-.i'ruils. It couid not lie, It could ing path, worn by slow peasants' feet
not bo. that she had deceived and do- upon the grass.
luded him; but if mIio had; all, what Nossborough Hollow was some dls-
h.isciioss, what treachery! ' tanco from Lowlands; and .Mr. Lnnsiloll,
"I'll era is a strange man staying at a who was laminar with almost every men
tit tin rutlo tavern in Nossborough Hoi- of his native county, mado his way
low. You know what gossips these conn- thither by shndowy lanes and rarely t,i( j ' HW(Jjj w, m,i nothing
ivy pejplo are. Heaven knows I have trodden by-ways, where the summer wild ,)eUup 'U) (,() thnn . in tho ,mnt nRaUl9t
li ver put myseir out ol Hie way in learn iinwers snieuoo sweeny in me uvw )
id her people's business; but these things night. Never, surely, had brighter heav-
r.ct bruited about in all manner ol ens shone upon a lairor earth. The
phuoH." leaves nnd lilossoms, tho long lush-
Toil your story plainly, Raymond, grasses, faintly stirred by lazy summer
There is n strange man staying in Ness- winds, mado a perpetual whisper that
I o-o-.ijth Hollow well, what lias all this scarcely broke the general stillness; nnd
t ('o wit h Mrs. Gilberf?" now and then tho long rich notes of tho
' Only tills much she lias boon seen nightingale sounded among tho clustcr-
vr.l i-ig clone with this man, after dark, ing foliage that loomed darkly above tan
l.i NiJMb iroiigh Hollow." gled hedge rows, and broad wastes of
it r.ii:st be a lie; a villainous lnven- moonlit grass.
'Perhaps this is a turning point In my
life," he thought, during one of these
pauses; "and there may bo some chance
for mo after all. Why should I not have
a career like other men, and try like
once in a way, to wish her good-by bo
foro ho fits oit for n fresh voynge,
without all th.s hullabaloo?"
"Your daughter!" cried Kolnnd Lntra
dell. "Your daughter?"
"Yes, my daughter Isabel, wife of Mr.
Gilbert, surgeon."
"Thank heaven!" murmured Uoland,
slowly, "thank hen von!"
And then a little pang of remorse shot
through his heart, as ho thought how
little his boasted love had boon worth,
after all. How ready ho hnd been to
disbelieve in her.
"I ought to have known," ho thought
'I ought to hnvo known that she was
Innocent. If all the world hail boon
banded together ngainst her, I should
have been her champion and defender.
Hut my love was only a paltry passion
after all. The gold changed to brass in
the lire of the first ordeal."
He thought this, or something like
tills, and then in tho next moment ho
said, courteously:
"Upon my word, I hnvo to apologlzo
for my " ho hesitated a little hero,
for he really was ashamed of himself;
all the murderous instincts woro gone,
as if they hnd never been, and tho pain
fully acute perception of tho ridiculous
being fully aroused, ho felt that ho had
made a consummate fool of himself.
"Stop a bit," cried .Mr. Sleaford, tho
barrister "stop a bit! I thought I know
your voice. You're the languid swell,
who was so jolly knowing at the trial
ENTERTAINING REMINISCENCES
OF THE WAR.
Graphic Account of Stirring Sccnci
Witnessed on the Ilattlefleld and in
Camp Veterans of the Rebellion Be
ciU Experiences of Thrilling Nntnr.
I ton! or If !f she has been seen to meet
Hum man. lie Is some relation. Yes, I
lnvo rer.Hin to think that she lias some
uialio:! staying in this neighborhood."
Mint why, in that case, should she
n. it the man secretly at such an hour, them to be of some use to my species?
. hie her husband is lying 111?"
' There might lie u hundred reasons.
M. Raymond shrugged his shoulders.
'Can you suggest one?" he asked.
' Hut has s':o been seen to meet him?"
Hotter, perhaps, to bo alwnys trying and
always failing, than to stand aloof for
ever, wasting my intellect upon vain cal
culations. I will wash my hands of Mrs.
George Gilbert and go back to the Prl-
f i 1 Uol r.id, suddenly. "No, I will not ory and sleep peacefully, and to-morrow
1m1 eve it. Some woman has been seen
. Hiking with some man; and the Gray-
'rl l.;o vultures, eager to swoop down
ii.o;j my poor Innocent dove, must have
l' tint the woman is Isabel Gilbert. No,
I '11 not believe this story.'
"So lie it, thou," answered Mr. Ray-
i . . d. "In that case wo can drop the
k hjc.-:."
Hut Uoland was not so easily to bo
mi hulled. The poisoned arrow had on
to vd far into his soul, and ho must
needs drag the cruel barb backward and
forward in the "Wound.
morning I will ask Gwendoline to bo my
wife."
Hut the picture of Isabel Gilbert and
the stranger meeting in Nossborough
Hollow was not to bo so easily erased
from Mr. Lansdell's brain. The habit
of vacillation, which had grown out of
tlie Idleness of his life, wns stronger in
him to-night than usual; but tho desire
to see for himself how deeply ho was
wronged triumphed over every other
feeling, and ho never turned his face
from tlio direction in which Nossborough
Hollow lay. Ho came near tho place at
a poor fellow that never cheated you
out of sixpence. I said, if over I como
out of prison alive I'd kill you; nnd I'll
keep my promise."
He hissed out these last words be
tween his set teeth. His big muscular
hands woro fnstonel on Uoland Lans
dell's throat; and his face was pushed
forward till it almost touched that other
handsome face which defied him in tlto
proud lusolenco of a moral courage that
rose above all physical superiority. Tho
broad bright moonlight streaming
through a wide gap in tho foliage fell
full upon the two men; nnd In the dark
face glowering at his, Mr. Lnnsdell roc
ognb.eil the man whom ho had followed
down for tho mere amusement of tho
chase the man described in tho police
records by a dozen aliases, and best
known by his familiar soubriquet of
Jack the Scribe.
"You dog," cried Mr. Sleaford. "I'vo
dreamed about such a meeting as this;
and It did me good to fool my fingers at
your throat, oven in my dreams. I'll
do for you, if I swing for this night's
work."
There was a struggle a brief and des
perate struggle, in which the two men
wrestled with each other, and tho
chances of victory s.'omod uncertain.
Then Mr. Slea ford's bludgeon went
whirling up into tho air. and descended
with n dull thud, once, twice, three tunes
upon Uoland LandoH's bare head. Af
ter the third blow, .lack the Scribe loosed
his grasp from tho young man's throat.
nnd the master of Mordred Priory fell
crashing down among the fern and wild
(lowers.
lie lay very quiet where he had fallen.
am nTi?rci amnTJ ruu h,s awonl. When ho wns elected Lieu
SOLDIEJElS STORIES, tenant Colonel of tho Eighteenth 1111-
nois Rogers' mother presented him a
sword, properly Inscribed. Tho sword
was lost at Homo, On., Just previous
to the Colonel's enpture. After n yent
lu prison Rogers returned to Illinois
nnd organized tho One Hundred nnd
Forty-eighth Regiment In 1803, Just
forty years ngo, be began the scorch
for his lost sword, nil tho men of hla
old brigade assisting him. Finally
there came to tlto Adjutnnt General's
olllco at Springfield a letter from J.
Sturgls, of Grow, Okla., stntlng thnt
ho had information as to the where
nbouts of tho sword.
"This letter was sent to Colonel Rog
ers nt Upper Alton, 111., nnd n letter
from him to Mr. Sturgls cnlled out n
communication from G. V. Wood, of
Angora, Okla., whoso brother found
tho sword on tho battlefield In Georgia.
After tho war the finder of tho sword
took It -with him to Toxns. From thoro
It wns taken In May last to Oklahoma
by G. W. Wood, and n fow weeks ngo
was returned to Colonel Rogers at his
homo In Illinois. After this experi
ence I am Inclined to believe that any
soldier mystery may be solved, and
I feel that tho boys of tho Forty-sixth
Ohio scattered, all over the West can
clear Lieutenant Howard's record."
Chicago Inter Occnn.
"Not till you have given me the name llls, nttle tired bv tho loin: walk from
of your authority." lie said. Lowlands, a irood deal wearied bv all
"Pshaw! my dear Uoland, have I not ,iio oontondlnir emotions of the last few
nlrcaijy told you that my authority is hours. Ho camo upon tho spot at last.
the common Graybndgo gossip." 0, liy tll0 or,ii,mi.v roadway, but across
'I'll not buliovo that. You are the Sf.-in nf thii-k-lv wooded waste land
last man in the world to be Inlluenood , j hi , b tho i,0ilow. CHAPTER XXY.
by paltry village scandal. ion have m., u... n itu- nmi timn from tlio ft,. n,,,t fnrnu-Mi mootim? with Mr,
bettor grounds for what you told me. oti,P OI1(i nf ti. Ht ..in,!,, i.,, S11W two Sinn font in Nossborough Hollow, a sense
Some one has seen Isabel and this man. figures coming slowly toward the inn. of peace camo upon Isabel Gilbert. She
u i.o was unu poison; Two. figures, ono of wh eh was so la- hnd oucst oned her father nliout his
I protest against tills cross-oxamina- nillinr nnd Imd boon so dear that de- nlnns. nn.l ho had told her that ho
Con. You refuse to be spared, and must s.,alr complete and absolute, came upon should leave by the 7 o'clock train from
lake the consequences of your own ob- iliin for (1, ,irst .....i inst tilllL, t timt Wnrohnin on tho following morning. Ho
Kt'.nacy. I was the person who saw .. 1)r:of a,..rt of rot;oiriiItioii. Ah. sure- should lie henrtllv rejoiced, he said, to
Isabel Gilbert walking with a stranger y ll0 hll(1 1K,V0P i)0iCved in her falsehood leave a place where ho felt like a fox
a onowiiy (iroseu, uisrepmaoie iookiuk lllltn ii, moment: sure v f ho had be- in holo. The sent nienta element was
fellow in Nossborough Hollow. I had hiovod (Minrles Uavmond. tho 'tiL-onv of iv nn montm liowoi'f nil V (loVeloDod 111 tllO
hoi'ii dining with Ilanhvlck. the lawyer, .,,.,!,. i1Lr i1(!rii om.ici I10t have been so niituro nf Jack tho Scribe, to whom tho
rii Graybrldso, and rode home across
country by the Hriarwood and llurston
lelgh road, instead of going through
Wavorly. I hoard about Mrs. Gilbert
nt Graybridge hoard her namo linked
with that of some stranger staying at
Nossborough Hollow, who had been
known to send letters to her, nnd to meet
her after dark. Heaven only knows
how country people find out these things;
but these things always are discovered
liomcliow or other. I defended Isabel
1 know her head is a good one, though
by no means so well balanced as It might
unfunded Isabel throughout a long
discussion with the lawyer's wire; but
riding homo by the Hrlargato road, I mot
Mrs. Gilbert walking arm-in-arm with
n man who answered to the description I
had heard at Graybridge."
"Wliou was this?"
"Tlto night before last. It must have
been some time between 10 nnd 11 when
1 met them, for It was broad moonlight,
and I saw Isabel's faco as plainly as 1
i;eo yours.."
"And did she recognlzo you?"
"Yes; nnd turned abruptly away from
tho roiui Into the wasted grass between
tho highway and tho tnll hedgerow bo
vond."
For some moments after this there
was a doad silence, and Uaymond saw
the young man standing opposite him
in tlio dunk, motionless rts a stone figure,
white as death.
"Shako hands. Uaymond," ho said, in a
dull, thick kind of voico; "I thank you
henrtllv for having told mo tho truth
it was much better to be candid; it was
hotter to let me know tlto truth. Hut
oh, if you could know how I loved her
if von could know!"
Roland Lnnsdell got up by nnd by, nnd
walked to the open French window
There was a silvery shimmer of moon
light upon tho lawn, and tho groat clocl
lu the stables was striking iu.
"Good night, Raymond," said Mr
Lnnsdell, turning on tho threshold of tho
window. "You can mako some kind of
nnolouv for mo to my uncle and Gwondo
lino. I won't stop to say good night to
them."
"Rut whore nro you going?"
"To Nossborough Hollow."
"Are you mad, Roland?"
"That's a great denl too subtle n ques
lion to bo answered JiiRt now. 1 am
going to Nessborough Hollow, to see
Jsabcl Gilbert." , .. . .t .
great as this.
Ho stood as still as death, not betray
ing his presence by so much as the rust
ling of a leaf, while the two figures
approached the spot above which he
stood. Hut a little way off they passed.
and woro parting, very coolly, as It
seemed, when Mrs. Gilbert lifted up her
face and said something to the man.
He stood with his back turned toward
Uoland, to whom the very expression of
Isabel's faco was visible in tlto moon-
Wit.
fter tills tho doctor's wife went
away. Kolaiul watched her as she turn-
id once, nnd stood for a moment looking
back at tho man from whom she had
just parted, and then disappeared among
the shadows In the glade. Ah! tf she
had been nothing, moro than a shadow
If he could have awakened to lind all
this tho brief agony of a dream!
All that was loft of tho original sav
crowded pavements wore infinitely moro
. . , . -.M .1 ' .1
nurceiihic man ine who ruses u
branching fern.
Ills daughter slept tranquilly that
night for tho first time after Mr. Sloa
ford's appearance before the surgeon's
door. She slept lu peace, worn out 1'
the fatigue and anxiety of the last fort
night; and no evil dream disturbed her
slumbers.
Mr. Pawlkntt sat looking nt his pa
tient longer than usual that morning
George Gilbert lay In a kind of stupor,
and did not reeogni.o his medicnl at
lendant, and sometime- rival. Ho had
long since ceased to be anxious about
his poor patients in the lanes bemud
tho church, or about anything else upon
this earth, ns it seemed; nnd now that
her great terror had been lifted from
her mind, Isabel saw a new and form
less horror gliding swiftly toward her,
liko u great iceberg sailing fast upon
ngo iu tho line gentleman arose at tho an arctic sea. She followed Mr. Pawl
moment lu Uoland Lansdell's breast.
Ho leaped down the sloping bank with
scarcely any consciousness of touching
the slippery grass; but he dragged the
ferns nnd branches from the loose earth
iu ids descent, and a shower of torn
verdure fiow up Into tlto summer air. lie
hnd no weapon, nothing but his right
arm, wherewith to strike tho broad-
chested, black-bearded stranger. Hut he
never paused to consider that, or to
count tho chances of a struggle. He.
only know that ho wanted to kill the
katt out of the room, and down the lit
tie staircase, and clung to his arm as
lie was about to leave her.
"Oh, do you think lie will dio?" she
said. "I did not know until this morn
ing that ho was so very ill. Do you
think that ho will die?"
"I am very anxious, Mrs. Gilbert,"
ho answered gravely. "1 will not con
coal from you that I am growing very
anxious. Tho pulse Is feeble and Inter
mittent: and these low fevers there,
there, don't cry. I'll drlvo over to Ware-
man for whoso sake Isabel Gilbert had hnin us soon as I'vo seen the most im
rejected him. In the next moment his portant of my cases; and I'll nsk Dr.
hands were on tho stranger's throat.
"You scoundrel," ho gasped, hoarsely,
"you consummate coward and scoun
drel, to bring that woman to this place."
Thoro was a brief struggle, and then
tho stranger freed himself from Mr.
Lansdell's grasp. There was no compari
son between tho physical strength and
llorslett to come and look at your bus
band. Pray try to bo calm."
"I am so frightened," murmured Isa
bel, between her low, half-stiflod sobs.
"I never saw any ono ill liko that
before."
"I am not sorry to see this anxiety
on your part, Mrs. Gilbert. As tho
weight of the two men; nnd tho luoqunl- friend and brother professional of your
ity aviis sensibly increased by a stout husband, nnd as a man who Is ahem
walking stick of tho bludgeon order car- old enough to be your father, I will go
ried by tlto black-boarded stranger. bo far as to say that I am gratified to
"Hoity-toity!" cried the gentleman, find that you I may say your heart la
who seemed scarcely disposed to take in the right place. Thoro hnvo been
Mr. Lansdell's attack seriously; "hnvo some very awkward reports about you,
you newly escaped from some local lunn- Mrs. Gilbert, during tlio last few days,
tic asylum, my friend, that you go about l I of course should not presume to
the country Hying at people's throats in allude to thoso reports, tf I did not b-
this fashion? What's the row? Can't a novo them to bo erroneous," the surgeon
gentleman In tlio merchant nnvy take a added, rather hastily,
moonlight stroll . with his daughter for (To bo coutluued. . .
"Hlshop Mcfnbc," enld the Major,
"was Chaplain McCabo- during tho
war. Ho went Into the service with
tho Ono Hundred and Twenty-second
Ohio, nnd was captured by tho robs
nt Winchester. He was sent to Llbby
prison, and was there for four months,
having nil sorts of experiences. Muny
men remember him for Ills cheerful
ness as well as for his enrnest Clrrls
thin character.
"On n rainy, stormy night tho U;ion
prisoners on ono of tho lower fftjors
of old Llbby prison woro huddled to
gether In a vain attempt to escape
the rain thnt fairly drenched them.
Most of them were cold and wet nnd
miserable. Just as tho storm was at
its worst, and thoro wns somo com
motion among tho prisoners, some one
shouted: 'Hands on your poeketbooksl'
As there was no money In unyono's
pocket, the call was greeted with a
laugh. The men had recognized Chap
lain MeC'ubo's voice, and they liked
him the hotter for cracking a Jolco at
a very dark time.
"Chaplain McCabo was n great fa
vorite among the boys because of his
cheerfulness and sense of humor. He
belonged to the class that relieved de
pression Incident to fatigue or disas
ter by droll gesticulation or comment.
We had ono man In our company who
never took a discouraging view of any
situation. When n heavy ruin would
strike us on tho march and most of
tlie men -would be grumbling and
swearing, this fellow would raise his
voice to shout: 'Who in Sam Hill
touched the tent?' (A tent leaked nt
the point touched on the inside.)
"Or If we were wading a stream mid
it seemed a long way across, he -would
serenely remark: 'I guess wo struck
this river endways.' Or if n storm
blow over the tent ho would yell:
Strike a light, strike a light, I've lost
my toothbrush.' Or if a shell burst
near him and covered him with dirt,
he would say, conventionally: l can
lick the man who did that with one
hand tied behind me.' This cheery fel
low was a great comfort to the regi
ment, and Hlshop McCabo was of the
same sort, and a good many of tlie
boys swung their caps when he was
elected Hlshop.
"Chaplains like McCabo were gooct
soldiers as well as good preachers.
Father Tracy, of the Fourth Regular
Cavalry, rescued a rebel olllcer who
fell between the Hues and was ap
plauded by both armies. Chaplain P.on
nett, of the Thirty-second Ohio, enlist
ed and served as a private, and was
promoted to chaplain. He always went
into a light with a rllle. Chaplain
Springer, of the Third Wisconsin, also
went Into every tight with a rllle, and
died in hospital of several wounds re
ceived at Resuea."
"I have often wondered," said the
Colonel, "what became of tho war
chaplains. I can trace, of course,
chaplains like McCabo, Pepper, Chid
law, Loxier, and others of that grade.
Rut I cannot truce- many of the chap
lains who went nut in tho three
months' service of with the first three
year regiments In 18(51. Some of them.
I know, became Captains and Colonels
In the regiments organized a year and
two years later, and not a few of them
kept up their praying and preaching
habits. Rut our first chaplain, for ex
ample, was a mystery, and ho remains
a mystery to this day.
"However, there are war mysteries
without end. That story of a member
of the old Chicago Dragoons reminded
me of the case of Lieutenant James
Howard, of the Forty-sixth Ohio. He
enll&tod as a private, but for excep
tionally courageous conduct In one of
the battles In the West was given a
commission. While at home on a fur
lough, celebrating his promotion, bo
became intoxicated, and on orders from
Secretary Stanton was dismissed from
tho service. This was a great humilia
tion, but Howard returned to his com
pany and served as a private to the
end of the war.
"Tho official record shows that he
was wounded at Lookout Mountain;
that he was promoted for meritorious
conduct, and that he was dishonorably
dismissed from the service. It docs not
show that he served In the ranks un
til the muster out of his regiment The
olllcers were In doubt how to treat the
case, and no record was made of his
later service, except on tho pay roll,
and that was regarded as Irregular.
When Howard's widow applied for a
pension tho application was rejected
on the record of Howard's dismissal.
Now the boys of tho Forty-sixth Reg
iment are trying to establish tho fact
of his honorable service after dis
missal." "Homo tlmo ago," sftld the Sergeant,
"1 told the story of Colonel A. F. Rog
mb, of the Eighteenth lllluols, losluc
Ciintulii llnrrlN and Mr. Duvln.
"Not long ago," sold the Major, "I
found Captain Samuel Harris nt one of
tho colored kindergartens on the South
Side. Ho seemed greatly Interested,
not only In the children and teachers,
but In all the colored people. He told
mo later that on one occasion, while
In command of a detachment of hla
regiment, tho Fifth Michigan Cavalry,
he lost his way, and would have ridden
Into a strong force of rebels had uol
a young colored man explained tho
situation so clearly as to enable him
to avoid tlio enemy.
"This led him to observe closely,
and iu the last year of the war ho
was cognizant of so many cases In
which tho loyalty and sympathy of
colored men were put to severe test
that he became tlio friend of their
race for all time. Captain Harris, by
the way, commanded a detachment at
the famous Dahlgren raid on Rich
mond, in March, 1S(1. Ho led the
charge on the Westham road, In
which he was severely wounded. He
was captured a few days later, was
taken to Richmond, and, on the theory
that tho Dahlgren raiders had intended
lo capture Jefferson Davis, was sen
tenced by a drumhead court-martial to
be banged.
"Two months before ho started ou
tho raid Captain Harris hud round a
Mrs. Rrooko and four children starv
ing. He secured food for them, and
provided for them the ordinary com
forts of life. Mrs. Rrooko told him
that her husband was In the Confeder
ate army, and that she herself had
been the schoolmate and friend of M.r&
Jefferson Davis. A few days later she
wrote Mrs. Davis at Richmond, toll
ing the story of the Union officer's
kindness to herself and children, and
saying In conclusion: 'If Lieutenant
Samuel Harris, of tlio Fifth Michigan
Cavalry, should ever fall into youi
hands, do what you can for him foi
my sake.'
"This letter reached Mrs. Davis, and
when it was announced to Mr. Davis
that one of the olllcers of the Dahlgren
raiders (wlio had penetrated the outei
fortifications of lUchmond) had been
sentenced to death and was to be ex
ecuted at ouco, Mrs. Davis asked hla
name. On being told that tho wounded
officer waiting in a wagon outside was
Lieutenant Samuel Harris, she remind
ed her husband of Mrs. Hrooko's let
ter, and sent Captain Waller, ol' Davis1
staff, to Inquire as to the identity ol
tho otllcor under sentence of death.
Waller came to the wagon, and aftei
a few questions told Harris that In
would not be banged. Mrs. Davis had
secured a reprieve.
"Harris was sent to Llbby prison,
where his wounds received careful at
tention. All of Mr. Davis' Cabinet In
sisted that he should bo hanged, but
Mr. Davis declared that he should b
treated as any other prisoner of Avar,
The surgeon gave Harris one chance In
a hundred to live, but bo recovered
and is active In business In Chicago
to-day. In lSOo Captain Harris vis
ited Mrs. Davis at Nurragunsott Pioi
and thanked her for saving his life In
lSiil. All the circumstances wore re
called, and tho Captain learned by a
visit to Richmond tho whereabouts ol
the daughter of Mrs. Rrooko and oth
ers who had played a part In this lib
tie war drama. In ISO" Captain Har
ris mot In New Orleans Colonel Ar
mand Hawkins, Provost Marshal Iu
Richmond In 1S0-1, who was preparing
to bang Harris when ho received an
order from Mr. Davis not to do so.
All of Captain Harris' friends know
this story, but it is worth tho telling
again and again." Chicago Inter
Ocean.
Tho bravo and wise perform great
actions, not so much on nccount ol
the reward attending them, ns on ac
count of their own intrinsic exceb
lenco. Cicero,