The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1888-06-20

There was many an ANXIOUS inquiry
on the streets of Chicago yesterday
about General Phil Gheridan's c0ndi-
ton. His at one time was the most
familiar figure on the thoroughfare
where be was accustomed TO walk
There used to be little coterie about
one Of the corners of Washington and
La Sale streets that went out together
daily at noon and met over at Shimpfer-
mans on Madison street for lunch.
The lunches were never elaborate The
meeting was moro for friendship and
smoke than anything else. The gen.
eral had > warm liking for Schimpfer-
man, and never failed to see him at
least once = day. Yesterday. when
the first report came that Sheridan
was no more. Schimpferman went to
to his Office and began writing letter
of coincidence 70 Mrs. Sheridan The
gray haired merchant said that for
the first time in his life, when he heard
that Sheridan was dead, did he begin
to grow serious. In five months five
of his dearest and most intimate
friends-men who had been in his
place often with Sheridan-had died.
at Is enough" he said, ito make .
man stop and think. Five in five
months. don't want to talk about
Sheridan. l am thinking faster than
I can talk. Excuse me, but"
He didn't finish the sentence, but
put his hands in his pockets and
walked into his Office.
did I understand you to say"
asked man in the doorway, that
Phil Sheridan was dead2" The
answer was that such had been the
II served under Sheridan" he said.
~ suppose there are good many men
still living who can say the same
thing. There was q while. soon after
the war, that you couldn't meet man
in this part Of the country who had
not served under Mcclellan, Hancock,
Grant or Sheridan. You don't meet
them so frequently now, and sup
pose it won't be many years until
people on the street will stop and
look at o man who was with Sheridan.
The other day / was at home in my
parlor and my daughter came in and
asked her to play me Marching
Through Georgia She looked at me
moment, and said: oh, yes, re-
member now Don't you see? 1t
was so long ago. And when she had
played and sung it she came over to
the sofa where was resting and ran
her 1T hand through my gray hair
and said: Papa, that must have been
a cruel war Tell me something about
it, tell you am An old soldier, but
that set me to thinking, and before /
could say anything she had hand
kcrchief to my eyes"
Over at one of the clubs some grizzly
faced men sat at table telling stories
about the Shenandoah. From there
they drifted into other stories. One of
them said: 81 don't know as this is
the place to talk about it, but as he
wouldn't care, for he wasn't one of
that kind, l may as we'll. Did you
ever notice how Phil Sheridan would
swear2 Most men use an oath with
effect. They get it in the proper place.
il there is any proper place for an oath,
and use the proper emphasis. Sheri-
dan never seemed to realize that he
was swearing, and I don't think he
was conscious of the habit half the
time He was rather rapid in his con-
yersation at times, as you know, and
the cuss-words would be run in with
his other words without any sort of
emphasis or punctuation.
II remember that | saw and heard
him at West Point a year ago when he
was making speech to the cadets.
One Of the gentlemen present was
George w. Childs, of Philadelphia
He had presented the academy with a
picture Of Grant, to hang in the mess
hall. He turned to Sheridan and
said he must be the next one. Sheri-
dan replied in an absentminded way,
Yes, that will be the proper thing,
you know. - it, you know!' The
don't believe he knew half the time
when he did,"