Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1888-10-18
CHAPTER XIV.


I Then came one last unspealraDly grand
war-pageant, fit finale TO the terrible five
years. tragcdy-the review Of Grants and
Sherman's warriors at Washington before
President johnson and his Cabinet.
For twelve hours this triumphal process
sion, forty miles long, in solid columns,
rolled through the broad avenues Of the
capital, with tattered flags flying and drums
beating. The world has seen before gor-
leous military displays, flashing with the
pomp Of war, but never surely did mans
eye rest on a scene OF such thrilling grand
cur as the endless march Of those dust
stained, weathor-beaten mon, who had in the
blind devotion of pure patriotism dared and
done so much for Fatherland. The very air
was oppressive, as though responding to tho
deep emotion of the crowds who saw them
pass. Grcybeards wept, and sobbing wo-
men held up their little ones to gaze upon
the solid ranks, that they might tell their
childrcn's children they had seen the saviors
Of their country
Within six months all that mighty host had
returned home to the tranquil pursuits Of
civil life. Nations looked on in wonder as
they saw the disbanding of the immense
armies without the disorder and anarchy
they he'd prophesied. Surely no greater
proof was ever given tho world of the sta
bility of a republican government
Now, it CHANGED one day that Harry, eman-
cipated from the thraldom Of duty, was
stroling along the streets of Washington,
purchasing in the crowded streets little
souvenirs to take home TO his dear ones on
the bank of the st. Clair, when he encoun-
tered Willie Mckenzie, walking with q
1ashily dressed young man, whose cheap
1nery was in sharp contrast to the detected,
sulen look of his countenance. He was not
recognized and followed the twain unob-
served for some distance. Suddenly they
stopped and he noticed Mckenzie give his
companion roll of bills. He heard the young
officers injunction as he paid the fellow tho
money: ''Write me from San Francisco,
and remember this is your last chance; for
by Heaven, Plat, il lever hear Of your an
noying your mother and sister in person or
by letter, will risk exposure and have you
arrested
Without q word of thanks, the man skunk
away, and Mckenzie turning down a side
street, Harry was left free 70 run down his
quarry. What an insignificant little, vulgar
cad the follow was, and to think that such
an apology for man should have poured
out tho life-blood of big-hearted Frank
Barclay
When Mckenzie was well out of sight,
Winthrop quickened his pace, and, laying
his hand or tho fellows shoulder, said;
"Mr. Platt. want you"
The trembling wretch turned his white
face on Harry in mild surprise
What f-o-rl' was ali he could find
strength to gasp. lie never for moment
doubted but that Winthrop was de-
tectivc, such towards does conscience make
Of us.
"Nothlng less than murder, Mr. Platt,
No, you don't, you young hodnal'' for the
fellow was on the point Of making dash
for liberty, but finding himself in Harry's
vise-like grip, collapsed and whiningly pro-
fessed ms willingness to go wherever his
captor desired to take him.
So linking arms with the compliant Mr..
PlGtt, Winthrop quietly conducted him to
his chamber in tho hotel.
"Now, sir,'' he said, when he had locked
the door Gud put tho key in his pocket,
twill you tell me what became of the
watch-chaln you stole from Lieutenant Nc
Kenziel"
81 did not mean to take it for good, Platt
whincd, " indeed didn't. only meant to
borrow it for awhile and put it back where
found it before no missed it,"
"WherG Is il nows'
81 do not know, sir-that 10 to say, / think
gave it to man named-Jackson.'
"You lying scoundrel,n Harry Numbered.
"You have destroyed it. The night you
murdered Frank Barclay-''
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