Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 March 1885 — One of Governor Curtin’s Boys. [ARTICLE]

One of Governor Curtin’s Boys.

‘Well .well,’ declared a friend, as Gen. Fitz Hugh Lee rode by at the head of a division behind Phil. Sheridan, ‘I never thought I should live to see this day? The gray uniforms of the troops irom Virginia, Maryland and the Carolinas came after the stalwart ax-confederate following the Sheridan division of Pennsylvanians in the regulation uniforms of the United States.— Lee, erect, burly, and heavily mounted, was surrounded by a personal staff of ex-confed-erates. The same cheers that had greeted Sheridan rent the air for Fitz Hugh Lee They reminded us that the war of the rebellion was ended. The presence of Lee and the men bearing the national flag were not needed to remind us which way it had been finally determined. But it was a nleasing and instructive sight.-Wash-ing Cor. Indianapolis News.

Governor Curtin, who is quite a oouspiouous figure at Washington, both in Congress and the social circle, created a eensation at the theater the other ni ht," says a dispatch. He has been anxious to see Henry Irving, and told Mrs. Curtin and their daughter, Mrs. Wilson, to go and he would meet them there. “They need not • ngage a seat for him. No, no; ne would get a seat and be gall right,” he said, as they The House staid in session on the River and Harbor bill until it was quite late, and by the time the Governor reached the theater there was standing room only and very little of that. He wedged himself In along on of tho side aisles and hap paaed in front of some men who ware perched upon a windowsill. One of them touched him on the shoulder and told him to stand aside. Just then abi double fisted fellow, who was standing close by, pointed his index finger up at three windowsill ornaments with the firm inquiry; “Do you know who you’re sbov’en? That’s ex-GovernorJ Curtin, our old war Governor.” Then getting louder: “I’m one of the boys; .1 served under you-Governor; nobody shall shove you around where I am; git down off that window-sill.” he shouted; “git do tvn quick,” and as theyslidjfromjtbeir roost he yelled: “Shill I knocK them down, Governor? shill I knock them down?” and the fellow fairly danced with excitement. By this time the door-keepers had reached the parties, when Curtin’s protector shouted: “Git the old Governor a seat.” and pulling out a roll of bills “git him a seat.* 1 he continued in a voice that silenced th« actors on the stage. “Git him a seat; here’s the.money for it.” There was one private box not yet occuoied and rhe managers were glad to rush •Curtin into it to end the scene that was not on the bills. ‘One of the boys,” as he called himself then took his station in the middle aisle, and for the rest of the evening gazed Intently into the private box at the old War Governor, who during the .melee was unable to avoid the at tention he was receiving. It created mor® amusement and applsuse-than any scene in the play.