The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-12-12

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cordial meeting, and each was more
than pleased.
| AS the sun went down Quantrell
and his men rode away, and as they
passed along in front Of the house
Annie stood at the gate and received
a salute from each one. Then it was
that she wished more fervently than
ever that she was man. that she
might go along.
THE PENALTY
On the following morning, before
the sun had come up. the advance
guard of the pursuing federals came
up to the house Of Andrew Harris
in hot pursuit. They had been told
by dozen friendly citizens of the
hospitality extended to Quantrell and
his men by the old farmer and this
was offense enough. They called him
out and, after a few unimportant
questions, shot him down, and then
burned the house. In less than an
hour they had made a scene of black
and desolation. and the girl and the
mother had sought refuge with a
kind-hearted neighbor. It was the
way of the times--a characteristic of
guerilla warfare, and something that
needs no apology now since time has
dried up the tears, buried the dead
and put out the fires. The pursuit Of
Quantrell was continued until he was
Overtaken. There was a close, sharp
fight, which resulted in the defeat
and disarmament of the guerillas.
| MAN AND WIFE IN THE SADDLE
John McKeene returned to the
Harris homestead and learned the
and the two pledged their vows of
eternal vengeance. There was more
than that. She said she would go
with him and deal the blows Of death
as he did. On horseback they went
to an humble preachers house, and.
without alightiug- had him make
them man and wife. She threw away
her woman's dress and donned male
attire. She put on a belt besides and
two revolvers, and her long hair she
tucked up under her hat. She looked
as much like Soldieras any young
boy that went out with Quantrell.
The whole land was full of federal
soldiers, and Jonn Mckeene and his
guerilla wife had to share the dan
gers and privations of all of their kind.
Their home was the saddle, their
shelter the woods. They were to.
gether in more than one ambush at
tack, and together they saw more than
one Of the hated enemy bite the dust.
When the winter came and the leaves
left the trees they rode away to the
south, and waited there .uutil the
leaves were again as big as the ears
of the squirrels, when they returned
to their constant battle ground.
THE DIVORCE OF DEATH
On June morning. in 1868. as they,
with half dozen others. were riding
along over the prairie near where now
stands the little town of Lees Sum
nit. they were met by a detachment
of the Seventh Missouri state militia.
There was desperate encounter, in
which John Mckeene was shot dead
and Annie Mckeene was shot through
| the shoulder. The others of the
guerillas escaped. When the federals
came up to where Mckeene and his
| wife were lying one of the soldiers
leveled his revolver at the head of the
woman il. disguise. but before the
trigger was pulled she threw off her
hat, snatched her long hair down and
sat UP before him with the face Of
woman. The revolver was put up
and the mystery solved. She told
them all she had lived for was gone,
but that she was not ready to die
herself. She begged them to give
her companion the best burial they
could, and said she wanted to go to
Kansas City. There was tone of
Voice and a style of earnestness about
what she said that touched the hearts
of the rough soldiers. and they buried
John Mckeene out on the broad
prairie; but there was not "a stone
nor piece of wood within half doz-
EN- miles of the place, and nothing
was left to mark the place of the
grave. But it was such burial as
many a poor man did not have in
those days.
SISTER or MERCY.
Annie Mckeene was taken to Kan
sas City, where she recovered under
the blessed care of some Sisters of
Mercy. She went to Memphis. Tenn.
and there joined the Catholic church
and resolved to devote her life to the
care of the sick and the distressed.
She became Sister Of Mercy, went
to the front of ths army. and during
the remainder of the war was unre-
hitting in the work Of love and
mercy. After the coming of peace
she went to New Orleans, and became
attached to the convent of the Sisters
of Mercy. In devotion to her mission
there was not one who surpassed her
in earnestness. She was always ready
to bear the heaviest burden, and man.
ifested the same fortitude in a good
work that she had in reckless guer-
lila warfare as the wife of John Nc
keene. She bore the secret of her
life well. It was a memory that had
grown sacred by her expiation, and
around it was the sweet license of a
thousand prayers that has gone up out
of soul of tears.
DYING FOR OTHERS.
When the late epidemic came on
she was among the foremost TO 60 to
the bedside of the stricken and the
dying. She watched by day and by
night-as faithful a nurse as ever saw
the shark of life on out Not only