Democratic Sentinel, Volume 21, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 July 1897 — Page 2

IbeJetnocrattcSnitinel «' 1 -■ --I J. W. McEWEX, Publisher. RENSSELAER, - - - INDIANA

DISPERSED BY MAYOR

SOVEREIGN NOT ALLOWED TO ADDRESS MINERS. Head of the Knighta of Labor Denied Free Speech—Spain Weary of the Cuban War—Surveying for a Railroad to the Yukon. Forbids All Public Meetings. J. R. Sovereign, head of the Knights of Labor, arrived in Columbus, 0., from Pocahontas, Ya., where he spoke ten minutes to miners when the Mayor, by proclamation, stopped “all public meetings or assemblages of more than three persons in any public place within the corporate limits,” alleging that such meetings were inimical to the public peace. President Ratchford copied the proclamation for future use. Mr. Sovereign reported to President Ratchford that 100 business men of Pocahontas apologized to him for the act of the Mayor, and that Col. J. S. Browning of the Browning company, coming away on the train with Mr. Sovereign, also apologized to him for the act of the Mayor. SAY SPAIN WEARIES OF WAR. Cost of Cuban Struggle in Men and Money Is L'nen lurable. Among the passengers who arrived in New York by the steamship Gascogne from Havre were Antonio Bravo, a Cuban provincial deputy, and Leandro G. Alsorta, editor of La Paz, a Madrid newspaper. Both men were political prisoners in Spain and together they escaped to France, where they boarded the steamer for America. Senor Bravo, speaking about public opinion in Spain regarding the Cuban war, said: "The mass of the Spanish people are disgusted with the outlook in Cuba. They begin to realize the uselessness of prolonging a war which has cost the Spanish nation about 50,000 men and over $200,000,000. Public men in Spain begin to voice the popular sentiment. Pi Margall, the venerable leader of the republicans, and Francisco Silveln, the leader of the conservatives, were frantically applauded in recent meetings when they pointed to the advisability of letting Cuba go. Those who have contributed a large share of blood and cash in the present struggle long fdr a conflict with the United States in the hope that it would afford Spain an opportunity to withdraw her troops from Cuba.” Senor Monet y Prendergast, the liberal leader and former minister, delivered a brilliant speech at Saragossa on the Cuban question. He violently attacked the policy of the Government, especially its methods of campaigning in Cuba, and declared that autonomy must be proclaimed. “Autonomy,” he said, “for Cuba is as much a necessity of Spain as of Cuba.”

YIELD WILL BE $10,000,000. Governor of Northwest Territory Indorses Klondike Reports. C. B. Mackintosh, Governor of the Northwest Territories, in which is included the far-famed Klondyke district, is in Seattle. The Governor freely subscribes to the truthfulness of the stories sent out as to the richness of the new diggings. He estimates that the Klondyke and its tributaries yielded over $3,000,000 in gold last winter. Of this amount he says $2,000,000 and upward came via the steamships Portland and Excelsior. Mbre than $1,000,000 in dust, he says, is now stored away in the cabins of miners along the creek. ‘‘The British Yukon yield of gold for 18117,” the-Governor resumed, “will not be less than $10,000,000.” He says surveyors are now at work trying to ascertain the feasibility of constructing a railroad into the Yukon. One route contemplates a line of steamers from Fort Wrangell up the Sty ken river.

Athletes of the Diamond. Following is the standing of the clubs of the National Baseball League: W. L. W. L. Boston 50 21 Philadelphia. 35 40 Cincinnati . .46 23 Chicago 32 42 Baltimore ... 45 24 Brooklyn ....31 41 New Y0rk...41 28 Louisville ...31 41 Cleveland ...40 31 Washington. 27 42 Pittsburg .. .33 37 St. Louis.. . .15 56 The showing of the members of the Western League is summarized below: W. L. W. L. Indianapolis. 50 24 Detroit 30 39 Columbus .. .49 25 G’nd Rapids.2s 50 St. Paul 51 30 Minneapolis. 25 55 Milwaukee ..48 31 Kansas City. 23 56 Broadmoor Casino Burned. The famous Broadmoor Casino, the $100,600 pleasure resort of Colorado Springs, was burned to the ground Monday morning. Flames were discovered about 4 o’clock in the boiler-room, and in about one hour the site formerly occupied by one of the handsomest buildings devoted exclusively to pleasure in the West was covered only with a mass of ruins. There is scarcely any insurance. It is doubtful if the resort will be rebuilt. Now Without a Church. Dr. T. DeWitt Talmage is again without a church. Practically he has been driven from the aristocratic First Presbyterian in Washington. When he went there he agreed to take simply what remained from the collections after all expenses had been deducted. But gradually the membership fell off, and Dr. Talmage never got a eent of salary. Bevtores Consular Fees. After a long period of hesitation the. President has consented to a restoration of those consular fees which were prohibited by President Cleveland during the latter part of his second administration. Killed by Lightning:. A succession of terrible electrical storms with heavy rainfall passed over Marion, 0., and vicinity. George Stout, while driving a mowing machine, was killed by lightning. Charles Seiter and William Sontag, mechanics, returning from work, were struck down in the. street. Heavy Snowstorm in A severe snowstorm is reported from ail the higher portions in the mountain district of Colorado. Three inches of snow is reported at Cripple Creek, Aspen and other i>oints, and one inch at Leadville. Crop Is a Corker. The fruit erop of Missouri this year is roughly estimated to be worth $20,000,000. The importance of this crop may be better understood when it is stated that it is worth more than the wheat crops of Missouri and Illinois combined, with the cotton crop of Missouri thrown in Polson for Her Rival. Miss Grace Allen of Fredonia, Kan., is under arrest, charged with poisoning Miss Phrouia Eches and her mother. The latter is dead. Jealousy prompted the deed, both women being in love with the same man. Before being arrested Miss Allen tried to commit suicide

AT LOVE'S COMMAND

BY CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME.

CHAPTER I. “Prince Cahrlie's” daughter! The sun shone on the day of her birth; the bells in Erceldean pealed merrily; the flag waved ■ for Erceldean towers; every face on the i Erceldean estate wore a bright, pleased expression. “Her ladyship has a little j daughter,” the tenants said one to an- | other, then stopped a moment and added, , “Heaven bless the mother and the child!” I “Prince Charlie” himself was in a trance of delight. He might have lived | in the olden days When people cried out, | “Largess—a princess is born!” He gave with both hands, royally as a king. The clang of joy-bells filled the air; fragrance and melody greeted the birth of “Prince Charlie’s” daughter—Beatrix Lennox, heiress of Erceldean. No king’s heart was ever stirred with more passionate joy than this which now animated the heart of “Prince Charlie.” He stood on the summit of a sloping hill, thick green grass waving at his feet, wild heather to the right and to the left of him, tail, spreading trees over his head. He looked round him with pride and delight. This noble domain of Erceldean, how fair it was! In all the length of bonny Scotland no spot was half so fair—and it would all be lier-s one day. “What shall 1 name her?” he thought. “Beatrix Lennox, the proudest, fairest, haughtiest lady of our race, won the love of a king. She might have been crowned queen, but that she loved the land of her birth better than the king who wooed her. She preferred to be Countess of St. Mar. I will call my daughter ‘Beatrix'; it is a name of good omen. Perhaps it may win for net a loyal love.” He repeated the name as he descended the hill. He walked quickly through the heather, through the elover meadows, through the pleasure gardens, and along the terraces that surrounded the castle. A waiting woman met him at the door. “Her ladyship would be so pleased to see you, colonel,” she said. The colonel went on his way singing, in a low voice, his favorite song, “The Blue Bells of Scotland.” He reached her ladyship’s room, and there waited until the nurse's voice bid him enter. It was a large, lofty room, superbly furnished. On the bed, with its rich hangings, lay a pale, gentle lady, with a sweet, patient sac yet sad, as of one who suffered in silence. She held proudly in her arms a little child. She raised her eyes as the colonel entered. “Charlie, come and look at he<r,” she said. “I have never seen such a face. Look at her!” “There is some character in baby’s face,’ remarked the colonel. “Look at the sweet little lips—how firmly they are closed! See how delicately arched the brows are. The eyes are dark. There Is an old border song Of ‘a dark-eyed Lennox with a heart of fire.’ ” Lady Lennox leoked up at her husband. “Charlie,” she began half reluctantly, “do you know why I sent for you? I thought that on this the day that our little child has bean given to us you would not refuse my petition.” “That I will not,” he replied. “Like the king in your favorite history, I would give you the half of my kingdom.” She laid her band on his thick, clustering curls. “My dear Charlie, I have never doubted your willingness to give. I doubt, though, whether you have much to give. I know it is almost useless to talk to you; but, Charlie, now that we have the little one, will you not try to alter? I want you to promise to be more economical. Do not give away so much—do not bet on those terrible horses —do not trust so implicitly in a blind fate; if you do, ruin will follow. Generosity is a duty, but not such lavish generosity as yours. For my sake, for the little cue’s sake, begin now to act differently.” He bent down and kissed the rosebud face. “I will, Ailsa. You know I mean to do right always—l have no thought of doing wrong. Dame Nature is to blame, who gave me the open hands of a king without the revenues to fill them. I like bright faces, and, if a gift of mine clears a sad face, I am well pleased.” “Say these words after me—‘For your sake, my little Beatrix, 1 promise to be more careful —to give less, to save more, to renounce betting, and devote my time to home.’ ” He repated the words, and then kissed his wife’s hands and the baby’s face. “Ailsa, I hope your daughter will be like yourself.” The baby was christened soon afterward. A duchess was its godmother. The whole domain of Erceldean seemed to be illuminated. The only one troubled with foreboding, the only bne who wept when others laughed, and sighed when others smiled, who foresaw sorrow, was the wife of “Prinee Charlie,” the mother of the little heiress, Lauy Lennox.

CHAPTER 11. The sun shone upon few braver, brighter, happier men than Col. Charles Lennox. Me was one of the handsomest oflieers in her majesty’s army—a man of lofty stature and powerful build, with a graceful, easy, dignified carriage; his features were bold, frank and proud; there was joined in him the dash of the soldier with the grace of the cavalier. He was just twenty when he succeeded to the vast fortune left him by his father. His father, Keith Lennox of Erceldean, had two sons—Charles, the colonel, Who succeeded him, and Peter, the younger eon, who was a graceless ne’er-do-well—-he had neither manners, morals nor style, Keith Lennox was accustomed to say. There was no great love between the brothers, although Charlie had a contemptuous kind of pity for the ungainly boy who was so invariably awkward and clumsy. Peter solved for himself the difficult problem of his existence. He ran away from home, leaving a letter addressed to his father, in which he stated that it was his intention to make a fortune at the gold diggings; he was going to sail in the Ormo’.ia, he said. The father’s first feeling on reading the letter was one of unmitigated relief. But a few weeks afterward, when he read the story of the wreck of the Ormolia with the lojs of all on board, he mourned for his son. There was an end to Peter; he could never auaagi diagractu nor irritate them again.

Charles Lennox succeeded to the whole of the Erceldean estate. There had been ample provision made for Peter, that now became his brother’s. At twenty-one Charles Lennox was one of the handsomest and wealthiest men in Scotland. He served in one campaign against the Sikhs in India. It was there that his fair face became bronzed—there that he won his brilliant reputation for fearless courage. Col. Lennox was comparatively a young man when the necessity of looking after his estate compelled him to leave the army. He divided his time between London and Erceldean, and married, after a short courtship, the pretty, portionless orphan daughter of a Scotch peer—the Lady Ailsa Graeme—who simply idolized him. They were married ten years before the birth cf their little daughter, Beatrix Ijennox.

There were few men so courted or so popular as the colonel; he was chiefly known by the name of “Prince Charlie.” It was difficult not to idolize him, since lie had ways and fashions more royal even than those of a king. He was kind and warm of heart, impetuous, indiscreet; he was possessed of little caution or judgment, but he had an immense faith in everything and every one—an immense sympa'hy for all whom he come in contact with. How many destitute children he placed in schools, how many desolate widows he established in business; how many young simpletons he rescued from folly, could never be told. In vain did Lady Lennox remonstrate. “My dear wife,” he would answer in his genial, happy fashion, “I have so much money that I can never spend it all.” He lent, he gave, he lost, until the day came that his banker, with a grave face, told him that his account was so far overdrawn that some arrangement must be made. The gay, handsome colonel was electrified. At first he declared that the firm was nad; and then he grew indignant. An interview with his solicitors brought him to his senses, and he saw that there was no resource save to mortgage Ereeklean. “Prince Charlie” lost more and more. The London house was given up, a farm was sold, the mortgage was increased. Lady Ijennox startled her husband one day by telling him that if he should die unexpactedly he had not a shilling to leave her. Still the fright was not much of a v check on him; the mortgage was increased. So it happened that when Beatrix was born there was no heritage left for her. He never realized it. To himself he was always Col. Lennox of Ereeldean, lord of one of the fairest estates in Scotland. What (iid it matter to him that it was mortgaged to its full value, and that at any time, if the mortgage money was called in, he would be a ruined man? He was not of a nature to remember sueh things; he had a happy faculty of thrusting all dark thoughts from his mind. He had promised to amend now that his little heiress was born; but it was too late to do so; he should have reformed years before. He had nothing now to keep. He struggled on until Beatrix reached her fourth year. She had ail a child’s passionate adoration for the handsome, generous father who kissed her and loaded her with toys. She loved him, with an affection passing the love of children for their parents, until her fourth year, and then a terrible accident happened. One sunny morning in August the colonel kissed his wife and child for the last time. Some one had begged him to try a new horse which it was feared was vicious; with his usual good nature he had consented. When Lady Lennox, looking into his handsome face, asked him whither he was going, he answered laughingly and evasively. Had they known the truth, neither wife nor child would have parted with him. “You will come home to dinner, Charlie?” taid Lady Lennox. “Do not ride too quickly or too far; the day is warm.” The colonel laughed. “Fancy such advice as that to a man who has ridden forty miles in the heat of an Indian sun!” he cried. “I will be back for dinner, Ailsa—indeed, if you feel dull or lonely, I will not go at all.” Four hours afterward they carried him home to Ereeldean —dead!

CHAPTER 111. Beatrix Lennox, child as she was at that time, remembered the untold horror of the day on which her father was brought home dead. She remembered the slanting sunshine as it fell upon the grass, the silent hours whale her father was away and her mother, Lady Lennox, lay reading on the couch. How suddenly the calmness and the sweet sunshine seemed to terminate as over the greensward came the tramp of men! She remembered the terrible cry of her mother when she heard what the men had to say—“ The colonel is dead”; and the little lisping child, hardly knowing the meaning of the words, repeated them—“ The colonel is dead.” Then came a long interval. She had a dim remembrance of dark-browed men raging and storming in Ereeldengi Castle, of looking at a fall, angry man, who stood in the picture gallery, raving against her dead father—called him “prodigal” and “spendthrift”—of a servant trying to quiet him, saying: “Hush! the child is listening.” “Tire child had better be dead than a beggar,” he answered. “Here is my lady coming,” said the servant. “And ‘my lady’ had better be dead, too,” declared the man savagely. She remembered a hundred similar scenes—how her mother came to her one morning dressed in deep mourning, her pale face looking quite colorless and contrasting with her black robes . “Beatrix,” she said, “come with me, child, and say good-by to your home. You are a little child, but you are old enough to remember what 1 am going to say to you. Look at that beautiful castle; it should be yours. You were born heiress of Ereeldean, yet you have not a penny in the world. Beatrix, only. heaven knows what Les before us—what is to be our fate; I ut promise me always to remember that this is your home, always to remember that you were born a lady.” “I am a lady,” said the child, proudly, “not a beggar as that man called me, but a lady.” “Promise me, too, my darling, that, if

in the yean to cotn* yon should be fortunate or prosperous, you will, if you can, buy back the oM home of the Lennoxes.” “I wiU, momma,” said the child. “Remember another thing, my darting. They used to call yon ‘Prince Charlie’s* daughter in the days when feasting and revelry wasted your father’s substance, when men flattered ham and borrowed from him and led him to ruin.” “Poor papa!” said the child, with fastdropping tears. “Dear, noble, generous papa!” cried Lennox. “Oh, my little daughter, he has left me almost penniless; yet, I declare to you that I would rather be his widow, left poor and obscure, than the widow of a king. But you do not understand me.” “Yes, I do, mamma. I understand you loved papa. So dad I.” Then came a journey over the hills. Beatrix asked her mother whither they were going. Lady Lennox said: “You have never heard of the place, child; we are going to the old Grange at Stratbnam, an old house left to me years ago, and an income of a hundred a year with it I smiled at the time I heard of the legacy; now I thank heaven for it"

Stratbnarn wan reached at last. The Grange was a large, rambling building, pleasantly situated. The house stood on the summit of a richly wooded hill, and a beautiful lake, called Loch Nnrn, lay at its feet. No scenery could have been richer or more picturesque; no landscape more lovely. The Grange itself was a dreary habitation. In that great lonely house there were no cariiets, no pictures —nothing but old oaken furniture quite out of date, long, dark passages, and gloomy rooms. There wae one servant, Margaret by name, a staid, warm-hearted Scotchwoman, who had long been accustomed to the Grange. She had lived there alone since her late mistress’ death, looking after the gloomy house as well as she could. She gazed pitifully at the beautiful child with the bright face. “It will be a queersome place for her to grow up in, my lady,” dhe said; “we never see the sight of a human face here from one year to another. Perhaps it will be only for a time that you will stay here?” “It ’vill be for life,” replied Lady Lennox sadly—“for life; but if heaven is good to us, that life will not last long.” And Lady Lennox found it even worse than rhe had expected and feared. Just at first there was a glimmer of hope that something would happen—some source of relief would be found; that glimmer of hope died, and the full sense of desolation came home to her at last. The only thing that saved her from despair was her little daughter; to teach 'her, to brighten the little life, to make herself a child for the child’s sake, was the only thing that kept her from the very madness of despair. As the mournful years passed without change, without event, she busied herself thus, only waking at intervals to the consciousness that her daughter was rapidly becoming a beautiful girl, while she herself seemed to grow more helpless and feeble every day. (To be continued. )

CLOSING OUT STOCK.

One of the Many Phases of Life in Chicago. Many of the Chicago lunch-rooms that do not keep open at night have an effective way of disposing of the stock that is left on hand at closing time. As the hour of 7 approaches a crowd of from thirty to fifty children collects along the curb of the opposite side of the street, each with a basket and also with a close grip on a 10-eenit piece. They are not the poorest, of course, or they wouldn’t have the dime, and most of them are reasonably clean-faced. They are a bright looking lot, with eager, and some anxious, faces. There are not always enough remnants to fill all the baskets, and the first serviV Is the best. Over in the lunch-room through the window they can see the young men and women preparing for their reception, filling big baskets and getting for convenience all the remnants of a kind together. There is much speculation in the line on the curb as to what the selection will be. Will there be any cream puffs or lady-fingers or meringues? Has any one seen “any o’ them little long cakes w’ith chocolate on top?”

None of these children is starving by any means, but some of them would be willing to tackle a plain bun without any other consideration. The young man Inside, who has the management of the distribution, seems very deliberate about everything. At least It looks that way to the youngsters across the street. After they have got everything assorted he makes certain changes among the big baskets. Then the counter is cleaned off and he steps back to take, a general view to see if everything is ready. “Here he comes!’ says nearly every one in the line. They are crowding a little now, and some of them have got out to the cable track. “Oh, that won’t do at all!” says the young man when he comes outside. “That line is no good. You will have to get back on the sidewalk.” So they scramble back to the curb and line up. The young man waits a few seconds, raises his arm slowly and suddenly lets them fall, which is tue signal to start. It is a pell-mell race across the street, and they go up against the restaurant as a big wave strikes the seawall down on the lake front. The door doesn’t seem half large enough, but in a very short time they all crowd in and fill the counter with baskets. Many of the tail-end-o ers have to wait for the second filling, which Is not so good. The young woman behind the counter, taking up a big basket of rolls, passes along shaking them out into the smaller baskets. Some one follows with a lot of bread of a different kind, and after there is a good, solid foundation of the staple, the attendants tumble in an assortment of cakes. Then one gives out pieces of paper for covers, While another collects the dimes. It is when the children get outside again that the fun begins. Some little girls—the crowd is mostly girls—tuck the paper in around their prizes and walk off priinly for home, but rather more linger in the eddies of the sidewalk or drop down on the first convenient step and begin eating and trading. Some do a thrifty business retailing to those who had not the 10 cents necessary to buy a job lot, but, of course, nearly the transactions are made with one hand, the other being occupied in stowing away cream puffs where they will do the most good. The first mention of the pipe organ in history is in connection with Solomon’s Temple, where there was an organ with ten pipes.

LOGAN THE SOLDIER.

HIS VALOR AND RESOLUTION IN DESPERATE CRISES. When “Black Kagle” Charged the Battle Line Knew Not Fear—Chivalrous with Women, and the Unresting Friend of the Nation’s Veterans. Black Jack's Career. John Alexander Ixtgan, one of nature's eaptains, was born in Jackson County, 111., Feb. 9, 1826. In a mighty drama Inplayed a commanding role. When he had hung up his sword he was raised to a select group of his nation's statesmen, and there he continued to sustain the respect that his blameless valor had won him on the bloody held. Named to sit beside the head man of his countrymen, he led gallant charges in that civil campaign that shook the eventful summer of 1884, and, though uni ewarded with victory, he forfeited not the love and admiration of his followers, who afterward saw with satisfaction their swarthy chieftain continued in his statesman's chair. With powers unabated for future high service he was suddenly called on the 26th of December, 1886, to exchange his toga for his shroud. These are the influential facts in John A. Logan's distinguished career: He was of Irish stock, his father emigrating from Ireland to Maryland, to Kentucky, to Missouri, to Illinois. He was educated at a common school, and by a tutor and at Shiloh College. He served in the Mexican war and served well. After the Mexican war he studied law. In 1851 he was graduated at Louisville University, admitted to the bar, and became partner of his uncle, Alexander M. Jenkins. He was now developing the gifts that made him a man to be chosen to lead. Therefore in 1852 and in 1856 he sat in the Illinois Legislature. He was also elected prosecuting attorney. In 1852 he removed to Benton, Frank'in County.

In 1856 lie was a presidential elector on the Buchanan and Breckinridge ticket. In 1858 as a Douglas Democrat he went to Congress. In 1860 he went again. He was a Douglas man in the presidential year of 1860, but when he heard the South threatened trouble he said he would shoulder his musket to have Lincoln inaugurated. In July, 1861, Lincoln had secession on his hands, and Congress was in sion. Troops were leaving for the front. Logan quit the mills of

JOHN A. LOGAN II.

Congress, chased the troops, grabbed a gun and stayed at Bull Run until there were extra good reasons for leaving the field. He returned to Illinois in August, resigned his seat in Congress, organized the Thirty-first Illinois, and was made its colonel, Sept. 13. He was at Belmont at the head of his own hot bayonets, and lost a horse. He led his regiment at Fort Henry and Fort Donelson, at the latter assault getting a wound that disabled him for some time. March 5, 1862, he became brigadiergeneral of volunteers. That summer the people at home said, “Come back, Logan, and run for Congfess,” and Logan replied: “I have entered the field to die, if need be, for this Government, and never expect to return to peaceful pursuits until the object of this war of preservation has become an established fact.” In Grant's northern Mississippi campaign Logan commanded the third division of the Seventeenth army corps under McPherson. He was made major general of •volunteers Nov. 26, 1862. He fought at Port Gibson, Raymond. Jackson and Champion Hills. lie commanded McPherson’s center at Vicksburg and made the assault at the explosion of the mine. His column first entered the city, and he was made its military governor. In November, 1863, he succeeded Sherman in command of the Fifteenth army corps. In 1864 he led the advance of the Army of the Tennessee at Resaca, repulsed Hardee at Dallas and drove the enemy from his line of works at Kenesaw Mountain. At Atlanta he succeeded McPherson, and saved Sherman from disaster. When Atlanta fell, Sept. 1,1864, Logan went home and' took part in the presidential campaign, but returned to Sherman and active service until Johnston aurren-

dered, April 26, 1565. May 23 he was appointed to the command of the A;«y of the Tennessee. The war over, he resigned his commission, saying he did not wish pay when not on active duty. President Johnson appointed him minister to Mexico, but he declined the honor. In 1866 he was elected as a Republican to the Fortieth Congress, and was a manager in the impeachment trial of President Johnson. He was elected to the Forty-first Congress and worked well for the reduction of the army. He was elected to the Forty-second Congress, but was chosen United States

LOGAN AS COLONEL OF 31ST ILLINOIS. His First War Picture.

Senator before that Congress convened. He took his seat March 4, 1871. He became chairman of the Committee on Military Affairs. He had filled the corresponding position in the House of the Forty-first Congress. His term expired, he resumed the law in Chicago, but again xfas elected to the Senate to succeed Oglesby, and took his seat in the extra session convening March 18, 1879. He was re-elected in 1885, as-

GENERAL LOGAN AT THE BATTLE OF ATLANTA.

ter a memorable fight, signalized by the loyalty and endurance of Logan’s faithful “103.” In the presidential convention of 1884, in Chicago, Logan received for President, on the first ballot, 63% votes, Blame subsequently being chosen. Logan was nominated for Vice-President, and with his associate vent down in the defeat out of which arose Grover Cleveland. Logan at Atlanta. r The moment in Gen. Logan’s career which the sculptor has chosen to depict in the monument unveiled at Chicago is when he took Gen. McPherson’s command at the battle of Atlanta. This was one of the bloodiest battles of the war. It was July 22, 1864. Hood had succeeded Johnston in command of the Confederate forces, and these were intrenched in Atlanta. Gen. Sherman, however, believing that the enemy had evacuated the city, ordered McPherson to move forward in the direction of East Point and overtake the Confederates. Major Gen. Loj gan, commanding the Fifteenth army corps, was ordered to press the enemy on the left flank,»while Gens. Schofield and Thomas were to attack his right and rear. McPherson soon discovered that Sherman had been completely misled, and ordered Logan’s troops to go into position for battle. About noon, the firing having become general all along the line by that time, McPherson rode out almost alone to observe the carrying out of his orders. In passing through a narrow bridle path he came upon a stray company of Confederates from Hardee’s corps, lying down in the woods. The captain commanded McPherson three times to halt. McPherson, supposing it to be a detachment of his own troops, with his usual courteous manner, lifted his hat. Immediately after perceiving his mistake, he wheeled his horse, was fired upon and killed. Gen. Sherman at once ordered Logan, the next in rank, to take command. Never did a general on either side in the four years’ war display more superb qualities of courage. He brought order out of chaos anil victory from defeat. The news of McPherson’s death having spread, Logan rallied the troops with the cry: “Mo-

MEMBERS OF THE LOGAN FAMILY PRESENT AT THE DEDICATION.

Pherson and revenge!” Logan took command on that famous black stallion of his. and became a flame of fire and fury. He was everywhere: his hotse covered with foam and himself hatless and begrimed with Just; perfectly comprehending the position; giving sharp orders to officers as he met them, and planting himself firmly in front of fleeing columns, with revolver in hand, threatening, in tones not to be mistaken, to fire into the advance did they not instantly halt and form in order of battle. The battle was resumed in order and with fury—a tempest of thiinder and fire—a ha lls town of shot and shell. And

whea eight closed down the battle wai ended auj the Federal troops were masters of the field. Some of the regiment! that went into that sanguinary conflict came out with but thirty men, and one which went in in the morning with 200 —the Twentieth Illinois —came out with but fifteen! Logan himself has said: “Right and left, right and left, like a weaver's shuttle, went the Army of the Tennessee, athwart the serried ways, amid heat and dust, shot and shell, blood and tears, waving the crimson network of revenge, till the field was ir. the bloody toils and fairly won.” Logan became, ns he always did in action, a lion roused. Late that night, in talking over the incidents of the day, Logan said: “I made up my mind to win the tight or<iever come out alive, for had our army suffered defeat the people at home never would realize how desperate was the struggle against such great odds, but would sr.y: ‘Had McPherson lived the result would have been different.’ ” Called to temporary command of the Army of the Tennessee at this critical juncture, and having by almost superhuman skill, exertion and intrepidity snatched victory from the very jaws of defeat, it has always seemed unjust that Logan should have been immediately superseded by (Jen. O. O. Howard. This was on the recommendation of Gen. Sherman. Logan was the typical volunteer soldier, the idol of his men, and the ideal of the whole army. Gen. Sherman, however, always defended his act on the plea of Howaid's being a West Point man, and therefore skilled ir. strategic maneuver. As Logan appeared at the battle of Atlanta so he appeared in all the conflicts in which he participated during the war. He was the idol of the common soldier; whenever he was seen galloping recklessly in the most exposed his long locks floating in the wind, the men set up a cry of “Logan, Logan; we’ll follow where the Black Eagle leads'” Dr. Roler was with Gen. Logan during the entire war. He declares that one of Logan’s marked characteristics was his care for his men. During battle he expected them to fight, to dare anything which promised victory. At other times

no commander could have been more attentive to questions of food, shelter and hospital care. Dr. Roler relates an example of this which occurred at Huntsville, Ala. The army spent two or three months there in winter quarters. Logan was popular even with the Southerners there because of his fairness and geniality. One of the Union generals, now dead, was known to sympathize strongly with the enemy, although in Federal uniform. This general and his staff had been quartered in a large mansion in the outskirts of the town. It belonged to a Southern gentleman to whom that particular general was much attached. He promised that when he and his staff retired the house should not be ocupied further by the arnjy. When the time came to move, however, there wore many sick and wounded to lie left behind. The only available house suitable for a hospital was the old gentleman’s mansion. Dr. Roler called on Logan and related the circumstances. Logan at once said: “When it comes to a conflict between our friends and our wounded soldiers, I’ll take the part of the wounded,” ami immediately ordered the house to be used for hospital purposes. As an instance of his unfailing courtesy to the enemy, and especially to women and children, Major Mitchell, one of Logan's old staff officers and a Board of Trade man now in Chicago, relates the folowing incident: "When the army was encamped at Huntsville a Southern woman, whose husband and sons were in the Confederate army, applied to Logan for protection. She lived alone with her two daughters, and was afraid that the family might be molested in some way. Logan at once stationed a guard at her house and kept it there until the army moved. , Logan never could resist the appeal of the old soldier. After the bitter campaign of 1884 an old volunteer, lame and broken in health, presented himself before the general one evening. He preferred a request, compliance with which would have placed Logan in the position of an applicant for favor from the administration. Much agitated at the old man's story, the

general at last exclaimed stormily: “I have never asked a political favor from this administration and I never will.” The poor volunteer stole out of the room abashed'and disappointed. After half an hour the storm began to abate in Logan’s mind. He rose and said to Mrs. Logan as he went out: “Mary, I can ask nothing of this admin-' istratiou myself, but I've got to do something for that poor fellow.” He pijt inti execution a plan which soon brougl t his comrade all that he bud ticked.