Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 March 1887 — Page 10

BY J0HN M'ELROY Author of "Andersonville," Etc

Copyrighted by National Tribune Publishing Co., and published by arrangement with them.

CHAPTER XVIII. SECRET SERVICE

The summer and fall of the "battle year" of 1862 had passed without the Army of the Cumberland—then called the Army of the Ohio—being able to bring its Confederate antagonist to a decisive struggle. In September the two had raced entirely across the states of Tennessee and Kentucky for the prize of Louisville, which the Union army won. In October the latter chased its enemy back through Kentucky, without being able to inflict upon it more than the abortive blow at Perryville, and November found the two opponents facing each other in middle Tennessee—the Army of the Cumberland at Nashville, and the Confederate Army of the Tennessee at Murfreesboro, twenty-eight miles distant. There the two equally matched giants lay confronting each other, and sullenly making ready for the mighty struggle which was to decide the possession of a territory equaling a kingdom in extent.

In the year which had e'apsed since the affair at Wildcat Harry Glen's regiment had not participated in a single general engagement. It had scouted and raided it had re•eonnoitered and guarded it had chased guerrillas through the winter's rain and mud for •lays and nights together it had followed •John Morgan's dashing troopers along limestone turnpikes that glowed like brick kilns under the July sun until three-fourths of the megiment had dropped by the roadside in sheer «xhaustion it had marched over the mountains to Cumberland Gap, and back over tli6 wsountains to Lexington across Kentucky and Tennessee to Huntsville, Ala., back across those states to the Ohio river, and again back across Kentucky to Nashville, beside side inarches as numerous as the branches on a tree 50 per cent, of its number had fallen victims to sickness and hardship, »rd 10 per «at. more had been shot, here and there, a man or two at a time, on the picket or skirmish line, at fords or stockades guarding railroad bridges. But while other regiments which had suffered nothing like it had painted oa their banners "Mill Springs," "Shiloh," auul "Perryville," its colors had yet to receive fliefr maiden inscription. This was the hard luck of many of the regiments in the left wing of Buell's army in 1803.

Kent Edwards, whose promotion to the rank of sergeant and reduction for some escapade hod been a usual monthly occurrence during the year, was fond of saying that tine regiment was not sent to the field to gain martial glory, but to train as book agents to sell histories of the struggle, "When This Cruel War is Over." Whereupon Abe Bolton would improve the occasion to invoke a heated future for every person in authority, from the president down to the fifth corporal.

But for all this the 400 hardy boys who still remained to answer roll call out of the 1,100 that had crossed the Ohio river in September, 1861, were as fine a body of fighting men as ever followed a flag, and there was no better soldier among them than Harry Glen. Every day had been a growth to him, and every trial had knit his spirit into firmer texture. For awhile he had made it a matter of conscience to take an active part in everything that his comrades were called upon to do. Soon this became a matter of pleasure, for the satisfaction of successfully leading them through difficulties and dangers more than compensated for the effort. But while ho had vindicated himself in their estimation, he yet lacked that which the ordeal of a battle •would give him at home, and more than al? in Rachel's eyes. He heard nothing from or of her, but he consoled himself with the hope that the same means by which she had been so promptly informed of his misstep would convey to her an intimation of how well he was deserving her. When he gained his laurels fee would himself lay them at her feet. Until then he could only hope and strive, cherishing all the while the love for her that daily grew stronger in his heart.

A patient in her ward, recovering from a fever, attracted Rachel's attention soon after fcer entrance upon duty at Nashville.

Womanly intuition showed her that no ordinary spirit slumbered underneath the usual

moiintaineer characteristics. The long, lank, black hair, the angular outlines, and the uncouth gestures were common enough among those around her, but she saw a latent fire in the usually dull and languid eyes-, which transformed tho man into one in whose brain ond hand slept many possibilities that were liable to awaken at any moment. Still womanly, she could not help betraying this fact by singling him out as the reoipient of many little attentions somewhat more special than those she bestowed on others.

On the other hand, often U3 she moved about the ward sho would, in turning, discover his eyes fixed upon her movements with an expression of earnest study. After awhile the study seemed to show that it had been satisfactory, and one day, when the surgeon had informed him that ho was now in a condition to return to duty whenever he saw fit to do so, he asked Rachel: "Kin I speak ter ye a moment in private, Miss?" "Certainly," she replied. "Como right in ihere."

Entering the room he closed the door behind them, and made a minute survey of the \vindow3 and other points of vantage for ea vesdroppers. This done, he returned to where Rachel was watching his operations with much curiosity, and said: "Let's set down. I guess no one'll overhear tas ef v/eYe keerful." "Hev ye enny idea who I am?" he asked abruptly, as they sat down on one of tho rude benches with which the room was furnished. "Not the Slightest," she answered, "except that you appeal- on the roll as "James Brown, Ho. 23, no company or regiment given." "Very good. D'ye reckon thet enny o' them in thai- hev ?"—pointing over his shoulder •with his thumb to tho ward. "Of courso I cannot tell as to that. I never hear them say anything about you. They seem to think that you are one of the loyal East Teunesseear* that are pretty plentiful about here." "I've bin afeered fur the last few days that some uv were rebels in disguise, an' that they sort o' siwpicioned me. I hev seed two on 'em eyein' mq mouty hard. One has a red bead, an' 'tother along black beard." "I can perhaps set your anxiety at rest on that score. They are southerners, but loyal ones. They were forced into the Confederate army, but mode the'r escape at the first opportunity. They nutur&Uy watch every southern looking man with great interest, fearing that ho may be an unpleasant acquaintance." "Desart8rs from the rebel army, be they! -Thet makes me sho'. I thot I'd seen 'em

uiore, UJI inosiu'iin. They ro mouiy bad pills, an' they hain't heah fur no good. But wliar did I see 'em! In some Confederatecnmp soinewhar? No now I remember. Efl hain't powerfully fooled them's the two laddie bucks thet Harry Glen an' me gobbled up one fine morn in'an' tuck inter Wildcat. They're bad aigs, ef ther over war bed aigs." "Harry Glen, di:l you say? What do you know of Harry Glen I" Her heart was in her mouth.

"Harry Glen, did you say "What do I know of Harry Glen? Why, jest heaps, an' more yit. IIo's one o' the best men thet ever woro blue clothes. But thet's nuther heah nor thar. Thet hain't what I brung ye out heah ter talk on." "Go on," said Rachel, resisting her eagerness to overwhelm him with questions-con-cerning the one man of all the world she most desired to learn about. "I can spare you but little time." "All right, miss. Ter begin with, my name's not Brown. Nary a time. Hit's Fortner— Jim Fortuer—the 'noted scout,' ez I heered ye readin' 'bout tother day, when ye war givin' the boys the war news in the papers. I'm well known ez a secret sarvice man—tu well known, I'm afeered. I could git 'long 'ithout quite ez menny 'quaintances ez I have gethered up lately. More 'specially o' the kind, fur menny on 'em are only waitin' a good opportunity ter gin me a gran' interduction to 'tarnity. I'd ruther know fewer folks an' better ones, ez I wunst heered Harry Glen say." "What do you know of Rachel started to say, but before she could finish the sentence Fortner resumed: "I'm now 'bout ter start on the most 'portant work I ever done fur the gover'mint. Things ar' ripenin' fast fur the orfulest battle ever fit in this ere co'ntry. Afore the Chrismuss snow flies this ere army'll fall on them thar Confederates 'round Murfreesboro like an oak tree on a den of rattlesnakes. Blood'll run like water in a spring thaw, an' them fellers'll hev so menny fun'rals ter tend thet they won't hev no time for Chrismuss frolics. They've raced back an' forrard, an' dodged up an' down fur a year now, but they're at the eend uv ther rope, an' hit'll be a death nooze fur 'em. May the pit o' hell open fur 'em."

He watched Rachel's face closely as he spoke. She neither blanched nor recoiled, but her eyes lighted up as if with anticipation of the coming conflict, and she asked, eagerly: "Oh, are you only quite sure that our army will be victorious?"

His eyes shone with gratification. "I knowed thet's the way ye'd take tho news. I knowed the minit I sot eyes on ye thet ye war good grit. I never git fooled much fooled in my guess o' people's backbone. Thar wuz Harry Glen—all his own comrades thot he wnz white 'bout the liver, but I seed the minit I laid my eyes onto him thet he hed ez good, stan'-up stuff in him ez ennybody, w'en he got over his fust flightiness."

Had this man some scheme that would bring her lover and her together? "But what do you want of me?" Rachel asked, with all the composure she could summon. "Suthinga cussed sight more hon'rable an' more useful ter ther gover'mint then stayin' 'round heah nussin' these loafers," ho answered roughly. "Hist! thar's a shadder nigh yon winder." He crossed the room with the quick, silent tread of a panther, and his face darkened as he saw the objectionable red headed and black bearded men walking away toward the parade ground, with then- backs to the window. "Yer orful cute," he said, talking to himself, and alluding to the retiring figures, "but ef I don't gin yea trip afore long thet'll make yer heels break j-er pizen necks I hope I may never see Rockassel mountings agin. I'd do hit now, but I'm a-trailiu' bigger game. When hit's my day fur lcilliu' skunks look out—thet's all."

Returning to the expectant Rachel he continued: "I leave tcr-iughtfur the Confederate army at Murfreesboro. Ole Rosy hisself sends mo, but I'm ter pick out the messengers ter send my news back ter him by. I must hev sev'ral so's to make dead sho' thet ev'rything reaches 'im. I want ye fur tho main one, bekase ye've got brains an' san', and then ye kin git thru the lines where a man can't. Thar'll bo notliin' bad 'bout hit. Yo'll rido ter Murfreesboro an' back oir yer own hoss, ez a young lady should, an' if yo accomplish anything hit'll be a greater sarvico tew the country then most men kin do in ther lives. Hit'll bo sum'thing to be proud of ez long's ye

Rachel owned that she was a pretty fair horsewoman. "Then all ye hev ter do is ter git yereelf up ez ye sea the young women who are ridin' 'round heah, an' airly on the day arter tomorrow mornin' mount a blooded mar thet ye'il find standin' afore the door thar, all rigged out ez fine ez silk, an' go down the

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live. Will ye try hit?" "Why don't you bring back the imformar tion yourself? Can't you come back through the lines as easily as you go?" I "I mout, an' then ag'in 1 moutn't. Every time I go inter the Confederit camps the chances get stronger thet I'll never come back I ag'in. Ez Harry Glen sez, the circle o' my I onpleasant acquaintances—the fellers thet's, reac-hin' fiw my top-knot—widens. Thar's so many more on 'em layin' fur me all the time, thet tho prospe'ets keeps gittin' brighter every day thet by-nn'-by they'll fetch me. The arrant I'm a-gwine on now is too important ter take any resks 'bout. I'm sartin ter git the information thet Gineral Rosy wants, but whether I kin git hit back ter him is ruther dubersome. I must hev some help. Will ye jine in with mo?" "But how am I to know that all this is as you say?" "By readin' these 'ere passes, all signed by Giueral Roseucrans' own hand, or by takin' a walk with me up ter headquarters, whar they'll tell }*e thet I'm all right, an' ez straight ez a string." I "But how can I do what you Want? I know nothing of the country, nor tho people, and still less of this kind of service. I would probably make a blunder that would spoil all" I "I'll resk the blunders. Ye kin ride critterback, can't ye?"

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'THE GAZETTE TERRS HAUTE INDIANA, THURSDAY, MARCH 3,1887

Luvergno turnpike at a bharp canter, jes ez thpugh ye war gwine somewhar. Nobody on our linw'll bo lively ter say anything ter ye, but ef they do ye'il show 'em a pass from Gineral Rosy, which, howsoever, yo'll tar up afore ye reach Lavergne, fur ye'il likely find some o' t'other folks thar. Ef any o' them at Laverguo axes ye iinperent questions, ye must hev a story ready 'bout yer bein' the Nashville niece J' Aunt Debby Brill, who lives on tho left hand o' the Nashville pike, jest north o' tho public squar in Murfreesboro. an' ye're on yer way ter pay yer ole aunty a longpromised visit." "There is such a woman in Murfreesboro?" "Yes, an' she's talked a great deal 'bout her niece in Nashville, who's coinin' ter see her. I thought"—the earnestness of the eyes relaxed to a suspicion of a twinkle—"thet sometime I mout come across sich a niece fur the ole lady, an' hit wuz well ter be prepared fur her." "But suppose they ask me about things in Nashville?" "W'll, ye must fix up a story 'bout thet, too. Yo needn be very partiekelar what hit is, so long's hit's awful savage on the Yankees. Be keerful ter saiy frequently thet the Yankees is awful sick o' then- job o'holdin' Nashville that their new Dutch gineral is a mean brute, an'a coward beside thet he's skeered'bout out'n his wits half the time, an' he's buildin' the biggest kind o' forts to hide behind, an' thet he won't dare show his nose outside o' them—leastways not this 'ere winter. Talk ez much ez ye kin 'bout the sojers gwine inter winter quarters 'bout them being mortally sartin not ter do anything tell next spring, an' 'bout them desartin' by rijimints an' brigades, an' gwine home, bekase they're sick an' tired o' tho war." "My," said Rachel, with a gasp, "what awful things to tell!" "Yes," returned the scout, complacently, "I s'posed liit'd strike you thet-a-way. But my experience with war is thet hit's jest plum full o' awful things. In fact hit don't seem ter hev much else in hit. All ye heV ter ax yerself is whether this is nigh on ter ez awful ez the things they 'uns do to wo 'uns. Besides, we 'uns are likely to give they 'uns in a few days a heap more interestin' things ter think about then tho remarkable stories told by young ladies out fur a mornin' ride." "I'll take some hours to think this matter over," said Rachel, "and give you your answer this afternoon. That'll be time enough, wijl it not?" "Heaps an' plenty, ma'am," he answered, as ho rose to go. "She'll go," he added to himself. "I'm not fooled a mite on thet 'ere stock. I'll jest go to headquarters an' git things ready for her."

He was right. The prospect of doing an important service on a grand occasion was stimulus enough for Rachel's daring spirit to make her undertake anything, and when Fortner returned in the afternoon he found her eager to set out upon the enterprise.

But as the evening came on, with its depressing shadows and silence, she felt the natural reaction that follows taking, an irrevocable step. The loneliness of her unlighted room was peopled with ghostly memories of the horrors inflicted upon spies, and of tales she had heard of the merciless cruelty of the Confederates among whom she was going. She had to hold her breath to keep from shrieking aloud at tho terrors conjured up before her vision. Then the spasm passed, and braver thoughts reasserted themselves. Fortner's inadvertent words of praise of Harry Glen were recalled, and began glowing like pots of incense to sweeten and purify the choking vapors in her imagination.

Could it be that Harry had really retrieved himself? He had certainly gained the not easily won admiration of this brave man, and it had all been to render himself worthy of her! There was rapture' in the thought. Then her own heroic aspirations welled up again, bringing intoxication at the prospect of ending the distasteful routine of nursing, by taking an active part in what would be a grand event of history. Fears and misgivings vanished like the mists of the morning. She thought only of how to accomplish her mission.

She lighted «a candle and wrote four letters—one to her mother, one to Dr. Dcnslow, one to Harry Glen in care of his mother and one to the hospital steward, asking him to mail the letters in case he did not receive any contrary request from her before the 10th of January.

She was too excited to sleep in the early part of the night, and busied her waking hours in packing her clothing and books and maturing her plans.

She had much concern about her wardrobe. Novel-In all the days of her village belleship had she been so anxious to be well dressed as now, when about to embark upon the greatest act of her life. She planned and schemed as women will in such times, and rising early the next morning she visited the stores in the city and procured the material for a superb riding habit. A cutter from a fashionable establishment in Cincinnati was found in an orderly sergeant in one of tho convalescent wards, and enough tailors responded to the call for such artisans to give him all the help required. By evening she was provided with a habit that, in material and that soverqign but indescribable quality called "style," was superior to those worn by the young ladies who cantered about the streets of Nashville on clean limbed thoroughbreds.

As sho stood surveying the exquisite "set" of the garment in such mirrors as sho could procure she said to herself quizzically: "I feel now that the expedition is going to be a grand success. No woman could fail being a heroine in such an inspiration of a dress. There is amoral support and encouragement about a perfectly made gannent that is hardly equaled by a clear conscience and righteousness of motiva

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Tho next morning she came forth from her room attired for the journey. A jaunty hat and feather sat gracefully above her face, to which excitement had given a stinking animation. One trimly gauntleted hand carried a dainty whip tho other supported the long skirts of her riding habit as she moved through the ward with such a newly added grace and beauty that the patients, to whom her appearance had become familiar, raised in their beds to follow the lovely spectacle with their their eyes, and then turned to each other to comment upon her beauty.

At the door she found an orderly holding a spirited young mare, handsome enough for a queen's palfrey, and richly caparisoned.

She sprang into the saddle and adjusted her seat with the easy grace of an accomplished horsewoman.

A squad of "convalescents" standing outside and a group of citizens watchful her with an admiration too palpable for her to Be unconscious of it.

She smiled pleasantly upon the soldiers and gave them a farewell bow as she turned the mare's head away, to which they responded with cheers.

Rachel cantered on, her spirits rising continually. It was a bright, crisp morning—a Tennessee winter morning—when the air is as wine to the blood, and sets every pulso to leaping.

Rachel's nostrils expanded, and she drank

deeply or tne exnuartitmg araugnts or mountain air, with it3 delicious woodsy fragrante. Her steed did the same, and the hearts of both swelled with tho inspiration.

Away she sped over tbe firm, smooth, Murfreesboro piko, winding around hillsides and through valleys filled with infantry, cavalry and artillery, through interminable masses of wagons, herds of braying mules and crowds of unarmed soldiers trudging back to Nashville, on leave of absence, to spend the day seeing the sights of tho historic Tennesseo capital. In the camps the soldiers were busy with evergreen and bunting, and the contents of boxes received from thfe north, preparing for the celebration of Christmas in something like the manner of the old days of home and peace.

Like the sweet perfume of rose-attar from a bundle of letters unwittingly stirred in a drawer, rose the fragrant memory of the last of th03e Christmascs in Sardis before tho war, when winged on the scent of evergreens and the merry laughter of the church decorators came to her the knowledge that she had found a lodgment in the heart of Harry Glen.

Was memory juggling with her

Eenses,

or

was that really his voice sho heard in command, in afield to the left? She turned a swift, startled look in that direction, and saw a sergeant marching a large squad at quick time to join a heavy "detail." His back was toward her, but his figure and bodily carriage were certainly those of Hart-y Glen. But before she could make certain the squad was merged with tho "detail," to the obliteration of all individuality, and the whole mass disappeared around the hill.

She.rode on to the top of the rim of hills which encircle that most picturesque of southern cities, and stopped for a moment for a farewell to the stronghold of her friends, whose friendly cover she was abandoning to venture, weak and weaponless, into the camp of her enemies.

Above her the great black guns of a heavy fort pointed their sinister muzzles down the Murfreesboro road, with fearful suggestiveness of the dangers to be encountered there.

At the foot of the hill the Cumberland, clear as when it descended from its mountains 500 miles away, flowed between its high, straight walls of limestone, spanned by cobweb-like bridges, aud bore on its untroubled breast a great fleet of higli-chim-neyed, white sided transports, and black, sullen gunboats. Miles away to her left she saw the trains rushing into Nashville, unrolling as they came long black and white ribbons against the sky. "They're coming from the north," she said, with an involuntary sigh "they're coming from home."

She touched her mare's flank with the whip and sped on. She soon reached the outer line of guards, by whom she was halted with a demand for her pass. She produced the one furnished her, which was signed by Gen. Rosencrans. While the sergeant was inspecting it it occurred to her that now was the time to begin the role of a young woman with rebellious proclivities. "Is this the last guard line I will have to pass?!'she asked.

"Is this the last guard line T" "Yes'ra," answered the sergeant. "You're quite sure?" "Yes'm." "Then I won't have any further use for this—thing," indicating the pass, which she received back with fine loathing, as if it were something infectious. "No'm." "Quite sure?" "Yes'm, quito sure."

Sho ro:le over to the fire around which part of the guard were sitting, held tho pass over it by tho extremest tips of her dainty thumb and forefinger, and then dropped it upon the coals, as if it were a rag from a smallpox hospital. Glancing at her finger tips an instant, as if they had been permanently contaminated by the scrawl of the Yankee general, sho touched her nag, and was off like an arrow without so much as good day to the guards. "8he-cesh—clean to her blessed little toenails," said tho sergeant, gazing after her meditatively, as ho fished around in his pouch for a handful of Kinnikinnick to replenish his pipe, "and she's purtier'n a picture, too.K "Them's the kind that's always tho wust rebels," said the oracle of tho squad, from his seat by the fire. "I'll bet she's just loaded down with information or quinine. Mebbe both."

She was now fairly in the enemy's country, and her heart beat faster in momentary expectation of encountering some form of the perils abounding thore. But she became calm, almost joyous, as sho passed through mile after mile of tranquil landscape. The war might as well have been on the other side of the Atlantic for any hint she now saw of it in tho peaceful, sunlit fields and woods, and •treams of crystal spring water.

The serenity everywhere intoxicated her with a half belief that the terrible Confederate army at Murfreesboro was only a nightmare of fear-oppressed brains, and in her relief she was ready to burst out in echo of a triumphant hymn ringing from a weaving shed at her right.

Her impulse was checked by seeing approach a figure harshly dissonant to Arcadian surroundings.

It was a young man riding a powerful roan horse at an easy gallop, and carrying in his hand, ready for instant use, a lG-shooting Henry rifle. Ho was evidently a scout, but, as! was usual with that class, his uniform was so equally made up of blue and gray that it was impossible to tell to which side he belonged. Ho reined up as he saw Rachel, and looked at her for a moment in away that chilled her. Thoy were now on a lonely bit of road, out of sight and hearing of any person or house. All a woman's fears rose up in her heart, but she shut her lips firmly find rode directly toward the scout. Another thought seemed to enter his mind he touched his horse up with his heel and rode by her, saying courteously:. "Good morning, miss," but eyeing her in-

ttutiy us liiey passed, sue returned the summation with a firm voice, and rode onward, but at a little distance could not resist the temptation to turn and look backward. To her horror the scout hod stopped, half turned his horse, and was watching her as if debating whether or not to come back after her. She yielded to the impulse of the fear, struck her mare a stinging blow, and the animal flew away.

Hei* fright subsided as she heard no hoof beats following her, and when siie raised her eyes, she saw that she was approaching the village of Lavergne, half way to Murfreesboro, and that a party of Confederate cavalry was moving toward her. She felt less tremor at this first sight of the armed enemy than she had expected, after her panic over the scout, and rode toward the horsemen with perfect outward, and no little inward composure.

The lieutenant in command, raised his hat with the greatest gallantly. "Good morning, miss. From the city, I suppose he inquired. "Yes," she answered in tones as even as if speaking in a parlor "fortunately, I am at last from the city. I have been trying to get away ever since it seemed hopeless that ou? people would not redeem it soon.7*' -. {To be Continued.j

THE BASEBALL WORLD.

Bale of Kelly to the Boston Club for 610,000. Baseball circles have been ii*a state of unwonted excitement during the past few weeks owing to tho large bids being made by Chicago and New York for Glasscock and Denny of the practically defunct St. Louis "Maroons." To thoroughly explain tho matter, it will be necessary to go back to last season.

It is generally known that the St. Louis League team, for the admission of which into the League and tho reinstatement of FreiJ Dunlap a fabulous sum was paid by Mr. H. V. Lucas, proved a white elephant on the hands of its projectors. When Mr. Lucas sold the franchiso bodily to a syndicate late in the season, this suspicion resolved itself into a certainty. There were in the St. Louis team at that time three players as good at any in the country. These were Fred Dunlap, John Glasscock and Jerry Denny. Naturally all of the League clubs wanted one or more of the trio, but none of them except Detroit felt wan-anted in paying the largo prices at which they were held, but the "Wolverines" bought Dunlap.

Some time ago there wps talk of kicking Kansas City out of tho League, and this report having come to the ears of the president of the "Cowboys," he at once set about devising a plan for frustrating this charitable action upon the part of the League. He went to St. Louis and bought their franchise, together with all of tho players excepting Denny and Glasscock: Then he awaited developments, which were not long in coming, and which go to vindicate the soundness of his judgment.

The League's great anxiety to get rid of both St. Louis and Kansas City has never been properly understood. They admitted Pittsburg some time ago, and this gave them a ninth club, which made the mapping out of a paying schedule almost an impossibility. But it will be urged that, having practically got rid of St. Louis, they could have no object in disfranchising Kansas City. This, however, is a mistake. Tho latter city is not a good one in a baseball sense of the word, and besides it is too long a jump for any club to make, especially with St. Louis out and besides, Indianapolis has been for two seasons exceedingly anxious to get into the League aud recently raised $20,000 as an evidence of sincerity. The admission of Indianapolis and the expulsion of Kansai City would give the League eight good clubs in a nice, easy and comparatively inexpensive circuit. But this the president of the ''Cowboys" has guarded against by his purchase of the St. Louis franchise and repeated threats of lawsuits hi case the League concluded to ^sit on him" at all hazards. Therefore the clubs next season will probably be: Boston, Philadelphia, New York and Washington in the oast Detroit, Chicago, Pittsburg and Kansas City in the west. It is almost a foregone conclusion, however, that Indianapolis' name will appear on the list for 18S8.

MIKE KELLY.

But Glasscock and Denny remained to be disposed of. The solution of this "Prisoner pczzle" of basaballism came in quite an unexpected manner. The great and only Mike Kelly, the champion batsman of tho League and the crack catcher, right fielder and base runner of the Chicago club ever since 1880, had a difficulty some months ago with President Spalding and has since repeatedly declared that he would never again play with his old love. Having become convinced that Kelly really meant what he said and would sooner submit to being blacklisted than give in, Spalding concluded to do his utmost to get Glasscock. There was no trouble whatever in disposing of Kelly, who was sold to Boston for $10,000, he getting a salary of $5,000 a season. So the Gordian knot has at last been cut and nobody is any worse off, as of the four great players mentioned in this article, Dunlap is now with Detroit, Kelly goes to Boston, New York will have Denny, while Chicago wiU be consoled for Kelly's loss by Glasscock.

There is at the present time a demand among baseball managers for "young blood" which amounts almost to a craze, and it is a question whether the thing is not being overdone. Young Van Haltren, of San Francisco, has been doing soma magnificent work for the California clubs, and lured on by this, President Nimick, of then Pittsburgs, journeyed all the way to the Golden Gate to capture this alleged phenomenon. With -aery little trouble he succeeded in procuring Van Haltren's signature to a contract a short tima after his arrival. Van Haltren is said to have had several flattering offers from eastern League and Association teams, but this assertion is not to be accepted without some reservations. He may prove to be tho great pitcher he is said to be, but he will find that the Detroits, for instance, will hit him harder than the country clubs in California. It is very much more probable that he will "fizzle out" much as did young Devlin, of Troy, whom the New Yorks siirnad last season.'

Frozen to the Ice.

A Maine woodsman saw a rabbit on the ice, and it did not run away as he drew near. It had hopped into a shallow puddle of water and had stood still till its foot were firmly frozen to tho ice.

MARSHALL,

Gamblers Fined $10 Each and Lodged in Jail.—Reunion of Mexican Survivors*

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MARSHALL, III., Feb. 26—[GAZETTE special]—Miss Lizzie Bowman, of Paris, who has been visiting friends here for some time, returned borne Monday.

Edgar Lammers was over from Martinsville to spend Sunday with his family here.

Gallagher and Riley were fined $60 aDd oofrts Saturday, for selling liquor without license. •,, •_

Rumor has it that the iksfct office will be removed to the south aide as soon as Mr. Conoho, the new postmaster assua es control.

Wm. Kulman, Sr., of Ernst, wks in town Wednesday. H. G. Hodge, of York, was in town Tuesday and Wednesday, on business

Judge Gasaway spent Sunday in Martinsville. Quite a numher of our amusementloving citizens visited Terre Haute Thursday eve, to witness the "'Black Crook" at the opera bouse there.

Mrs. Will Bryan visited Terre Haute Monday. Ed Eaton, who has been working in McDonough county for over a year, has returned home on a visit.

Gash and Lauham, who were arrested Monday on a charge of gambling, were fined $10 each and costs. Neither having any eurplug funds, they were lodged in the city's calaboose.

Mra Kate Goodwin, of Mt. Oarmel, 111., came Monday to spend a few daya with her parents, Wiu. Kulman and wife.

Mrs. Gus Markal, of Danville, spent Sunday with her parents, Burns Archer and wife, of this place.

A re-union of the survivors of the Mexican war was held at Paris Tuesday. A number of our old veterans were in attendance.

J. P. Greenough, of Brazil, Ind., spent Sunday with relatives here. We hear that John Kulman will go soon to South Hutchinson, Kas., where he will open a barber shop.

J. W. Graham visited Newark, O., this week on legal business. v*Orrie Kilborn visited Terre Haute Wednesday.

John Hunt and wife, of Macksvilie, visited relatives here last week. Will Kuliuan starts today for Fort Smith, Ark., to look for a location.

SULLIVAN.

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special]—W. H. Bonsib, formerly D. B. Miller's eight hand bower, is in town soliciting subscribers for a Presbyterian paper.

Rev. Ira J. Chase, who is conducting revival meetings here, delivered a very interesting lecture last night, on the Jewish Temple.

M. A. Van Fossen left last night for Texarkana, Arkansas, to visit friends for a few weeks.

Mrs. Ben Davis was in Terre Haute today shopping. Stivers & Williams, butchers, have dissolved partnership, Williams continuing at the old stand.

Mrs. Jas. Burk and Mra J. S. Bays left this morning for Chicago, to spend a few days with relatives and friends.

J. S. Bay, is in Worihington on legal business. Hon. John C. Briggs purchased some office furniture of S. D. Luekett, and now has the neatest law office in town.

Tom Roberts, who has a position in the reform school at Piainfield is home for a few days.

Quite a Dumber of our people will avail themselves of the opportunity to see Booth, when he is in Terre Haute.

Postmaster Ernest starts next week for a trip to Hutchinson and other ^points in Kansas.

Mr. A. H. Waggoner,of the O. & N. W. railway, will be here tomorrow, on business connected with tho colony who start next month for Gordon, Neb.

Hescued a Prisoner.

CHICAGO^ Feb. 28.—A special from Miles City, Mont., says: Last fall a young buck broke into the postoffice at Ashland, about ninety miles snath ot Miles City,and had not been arrested, although no complaint was made until last week, when the warrant was placed in the hands of a deputy sheriff whom the United States marshal had commissioned to make the arrest. Proceeding to the agency the deputy and an assistant identified the man. arrested him and set out for Miles. When about fifty miles from the agency, a hand of Cheyennes rode furiously up, and with guns drawn and threatening gestures, forced the deputy to give up the prisoner The band of Cheyennee numbered about twenty and meant mischief. The deputy returned to Miles City Saturday night and will take a reinforcement for his posse and return to the agency as soon as possible and endeavor to capture the rescued prisoner, as well as tako into custody the members of the war party. This is the same tribe with whom BO much trouble was anticipated early last September. Three companiee of soldiers were sent from Fort Keogh at that time to hold them in check.

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The action of the officers in turning their man loose with nt bloodshed, is a subject of commendation, as one Indian killed might have resulted in a wholesale slaughter of white settlers who are?: distributed through that locality, near the upper Tongue river valley.

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