St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-02-17
A "REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR.
Staff officer Shot on the Henderson Pike in
Kentucky-His Slayer and the Mystery
of His Subsequent Career.

A Stdn Uf1cer ShOt on the henderson PIEe In
Kentucky-His Slayer and the Mystery
of His Subsequent Career.
1t was in the autumn of 1868, remarked
George Faulkner, 4 bronZed veteran OF the
war for the Union, to a GLOBE reporter
yesterday as the grizzled hero struck
| Renaissance pose against pillar OF the
Merchants lobby yesterday afternoon. l was
lieutenant in B. H. Bristow's regiment,
the Eighth Kentucky. Early one morn
ing, just at break of day,
Chief Bugler Lawrence, daring
spirit from Greenshurg, Ind, and were
riding in advance of the column on the
Henderson pike, when peculiar whistle
was heard. Lawrence answered the signal,
and we halted. Just then q splendid speci-
men of the Confederate soldier, mounted on
a blooded horse, came cantering on TO the
pike alongside of US. He had gotten almost
within reach before he discovered that we
were Federal cavalry men. He IN lde a sud
den movement III the direction of his holster
pistol, when Lawrence, who had his pistol in
his hand, fired, and the intrepid horseman
fell heavily from the saddle. The shotexpe
dited the advance Of our com pany, the see
ond lieutenant OF which Was beardless but
daring youth named Holloway; whose cousin,
by the way, was the major of the regiment.
These came galloping up, and with an ex-
clanation of anguish and surprise young
Holloway leaped from his horse, and turning
up the face of the face of the dead trooper
broke forth with loud lamentations. Maj.
Holloway alighted from his saddle and wildly
exclaimed, 1T is Owen Giass!' True
enough, it was the beloved cousin of the
iIalloways, and one Of the most gallant of
the Con federate staff officers, high bred son
of Kentucky, on his way to visit his friends
| at Henderson. From that day the life Of
Lawrence was burden to him, ard he
vainly exposed himself in the front line IN
every charge and ski-mish.
YeS, remarked B. Gray of this city, who had
served on the Con Gedcrlte side in that memoir
able Kentucky campaign, who was one of the
group and had just been introduced to Mr..
| Faulkner, | knew all of the parties aud too
well remember the circum stances of the
killing of the chivalrous Glass. Lawrence
married the Widow Burford after the war
aud settled down at Russellyllc, where
he and Maj. Burns of the Con-
federate army subsequently, fought
grudge between them, existing since and
growing out of the war, and one day they
met on the street and proceeded to settle it
then and there. Lawrence fired first aud
Burns fell, but Immediately confronted his
enemy with a pistol in each hand, and the
firing became general, which resulted in both
being badly but not fatally wounded. =
Burns had tragic history, Mr.. Gray re-
sumed with animation. In 1878 he lost his
only son by the yellow fever which had just
been declared epidemic. He his wife and
daughter, Hattie, had just returned from
laying the remains away In the cemetery
when a down river boat rounded the landing
They hastily packed few effects aud started
for the landing. When they arrived
there they found a large part of the
town already aboard, and fearing that he aud
his family would infect them, the men con.
fronted him at the other end Of the gang
plank and swOrc he should not come aboard.
Selling pistol in either hand and directing
his wife AMI daughter to grasp him by each
arm he deliberately walked aboard. defying
| the whole mob and not a SHOT WAS
fired. Poor fellow, added Mr.. Gray
patbetically, he fell a victim 10 the
fever, dying IN quarantine below st. Louis
ttat same year His daughter Hattie is now
married 10 Morton, the stationery prince at
Louisville.
But what became Of Lawrence, the slayer
of Owen Glass, the reporter uqured. Neither
of the gentlemen could tell but Mr. Gray
was OF the opinion that be had joined the
Moonshiners and led reckless and daring
life 10 the end.