Rensselaer Republican, Volume 16, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 July 1884 — Logan and the Southern Soldier. [ARTICLE]

Logan and the Southern Soldier.

In the dark days of reconstruction,we think it was in 1866, the month of June, three gentlemen sat on the porch of a private boarding-house on Michigan avenue, Washington City. As they sat together in low and earnest conversation, an old man in worn but once respectable garments, lame and hobbling on a crutch, paused directly in front of the trio, and glanced searching!? in the faces of all three. There was an expression in the upturned countenance of the old man too readily defined—a look of weariness—an air, in fact, of present poverty, that could not be misunderstood by the group. “Can I do anything for you, my man ?” asked the senior of the trio, attentively regarding the stationary figure in his front. “I think not, sir,” was the quick response. “Where did you get that lame leg?” inquired the first speaker. “At Chickamauga.” “On what side?” “Your side, if you are a Southerner,” rejoined the old man, leaning wearily on his crutch. —

“Not mine, friend,” said the gentleman. “I belonged to the other side.” “That makes a big difference,” remarked the crippled stranger. “I was about to ask you a favor, but you live on the wrong side of the house.” “What can Ido for you, old man?” still urged the gentleman, with quiet gravity. “I may -as well tell you as any one else. I am a stranger in this city and trying to get out of it. I have a home in" the far South and enough to live on when I get there. I ran out of money in Baltimore and was brought here by the kindness of the conductor on the train.”

“Have you no money now?” “I expected a remittance of $25 from home when I reached this place; but it has not arrived. ” . “Well! you shall not go home on your crutches if I can help it,” and the gentleman produced his pocketbook and counted six $5 bills in the palm of of the stranger. “It is too much! I dislike to take it!” exclaimed the old man, grateful and astonished.

“Keep it—you are welcome to it,” persisted the gentleman. “I thank you—a thousand times!” said the old man. “When I get home I will return every cent of it Your ifame —for I want to remember it and honor it as long as I live. ” “Never mind that, old man. If you have enough, as you say, to live on in your far-away Southern home, and if you should ever meet in that home a boy in blue in such trouble as you are to-day, just hand him the little amount I give you now and say no more about it” The man who sent one of our own dear boys—a poor Confederate—on his way rejoicing was Gen. John Alexander Logan, noted, if some of our exchanges are to be his judges, for merciless treatment of the Southern soldiers! Natchez (Miss. ) Crusader.

“The one thing that has puzzled me more than anything else in the'Presidential canvass,” said a man who was wrapped up in Blaine in 1876, in Grant in 1880, and in Logan in 1884, “is the indifference of men like Ingersoll, Hale, and Frye.” But scarcely were the words uttered when one of Ingersoll’s intimates responded with: “I ean let in a little light on that, even though I cannot explain it. More than a#»year ago Blaine said to some of his cronies: T have chased the Presidency through two campaigns, and I am done. The Presidency after this may chase me. If my friends in the party want me they know where to find me.’ ”

The Washington Sunday Herald (Dem.) intimates that the Louisiana sugar-planters are likely to support Blaine and Dogan, and that the Republicans are verv hopeful of carrying the State. ' ' The President and the members of his Cabinet will earnestly support Blaine and Logan. There is no truth in the report that the Independents offered Gen. Arthur a nomination.