Connecticut western news., 1886-05-19
A FEDERAL SPY.
Obtaining Shelter in an At
 lanta Bomb-Proof
The Two Scars which Revealed His
 Identity Years Afterward.

Identity Years Afterward.
 During the session of an important re- igious body in our city made the ac- quaintance of the Rev. Mir. Dubuque, a delegate from one of the northwestern stitution. What attracted me to the man was his suitability and meekness. MT. Dubuque came up to my ideal of a preacher, and found his companionship ery.pleasant. One afternoon my west ern friend asked me if I thought that any of the bomb-proofs dug by the citizens during the siege of Atlanta were still in existence. He desired to see one, as he had been requested by his friends at home to sketch it. 'I know of one that we can reach in ten-minutes' walk," said. MT. Dubuque was delighted, and we were soon on our way to the place.
 I had slight acquaintance with the old lady upon whose premises the bomb proof was situated, and when we reach ed the place and stated the object of our visit permission was readily given to ex- anime the queer-looking hole in the ground which had served as refuge from Sherman's shells. The omb-proof fortunately was in fine state of preserva- tion, and the old lady pointed it out to us with good deal of pride. At first we saw only huge mound of earth cov- cred with grass, but at one end we found an opening to a crooked underground chamber, about feet deep, 10 feet long, and in width. No falling shell had sufficient force to penetrate that mound, composed of red clay, timber, and scrap iron. ..
 When we scrambled out of the gloomy place the old lady remarked that when she occupied it the walls were lined with old carpets, and the floor was covered with rugs. With few chairs and some blankets her family had found night in the dug out, as she called it, very endura- ble.
 'Those were stirring times," said MT. Dubuque.
 ''They were indeed, replied our host ess. "I can never forgive Gen. Sherman for shelling city full of women and children" .t-
 ''One of the necessities of war;" said the preacher in an undertone. "By the way, did any of your soldiers ever seek shelter in this snug little holea"
 "only one," replied the lady, "and he turned out to be Yankee spy"
 'Is it possible" her two listeners ex- claimed.
 ''Yes, I was never so surprised in my life. One day the smelling was unusual | ly hot. Two spent shells struck the house. A soldier who was passing rar into our yard and made for the bomb proof. He requested our permission te remain for few minutes, and of course we had no objection. He was a fine | looking young man and made himself very agreeable. When he left he ex pressed wish for something to read and let him have 'The Aid-de- Camp, confederate novel. He promised to re turn it, but did not expect to see ii again."
 "And did he return it2" I asked.
 'sYes, and wish he hadn't. Why what do you think2 Two weeks later after Sherman had occupied the city, was out in my front yard one mornins looking after my plants, when wh' should ride up to the fence but a younl officer in spick-spank new uniform. wouldn't look at him until he saluted me and said: s'Madam, I have called to re turn your book. I Ienjoyed it very much. I took the book. It was "The Aid-de Camp Then looked the officer full il the face. 50 you were spya' said That's what they call it, replied tn young rascal, with laugh. He bowed waved his hand, and galloped off. never saw him again, but would kno, him anywhere by the two scars on hi right temple"
 "A very interesting incident, <" said MI Dubuque. ''It is to be hoped that you spy abandoned the tricks of his bushes and settled down into good citizen al ter the war;"
 'I don't believe word of it." rt sponded the old lady. "If I had kno1 what he was at first I would have ha him turned over to Gen. Hood and shot.
 By this time we had seen all there wa to be seen and were ready to take or departure. As he turned to go, aftt thanking the mistress of the house ft her courtesy, MT. Dubuque, before T. placing his hat, brushed away his curl locks from his right temple, revealin two little scars, and gazed at the goo lady, who was smiling upon him. 'sMy goodness!" exclaimed the excite woman. "Why, you are the spy; u ,, very man himself!"
 8 Useless Economy. ? Elderly Gentleman (to little boy WI