The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1889-02-07
CHAPTER XIV.

AT LAST.
Then came one last unspeakably grand
war-pageant, a fit finale TO the terrible five
years. tragedy-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-
geous military displays, flashing with the
pomp Of war, but never surely did mans
eye rest on o scene Of such thrilling grand
eur as the endless march OF those dust
stained, weather beaten men, who had i'll the
blind devotion of pure patriotism dared and
done so much for Fatherland. The very air
was oppressive, as though responding to the
deep emotion OF the crowds who saw them
pass Greybeards wept, and sobbing wo-
men held up their little ones to gaze upon
the solid ranks, that they might tell their
children'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 had prophesed Surely no greater
proof was ever given the world of the sta
bility Of q republican government.
Now, 1t CHANGED one day that Harry, eman-
cipated from the thraldom of duty, was
strolling 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 a
fiashily dressed young man, whose cheap
finery was in sharp contrast TO the detected,
sullen 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 a-roll of bills. He heard the young
officers injunction as he paid the fellow the
money: ssWrite me from San Francisco,
and remember this is your last chance; for
by Heaven, Platt, II ever hear of your an
moving your mother and sister in person or
by letter, will risk exposure and have you
arrested"
without word Of thanks, the man skunk
away, and Mckenzie turning down a side
street. Harry was left free to run down his
quarry. What an Insignificant little. vulgar
cad the fellow was, and to think that such
an apology for man should have poured
out the life-blood Of big-hearted Frank
Barclay.
When Mckenzie was well out Of sight,
Winthrop quickened his pace, and, laying
his hand on the fellows shoulder, said:
"Mr. Platt, J want your
The trembling wretch turned his white
face on Harry in mild surprise.
s.Wh-a-t f-o-rlp was all he could find
strength to gasp. He never for moment
doubted but that Winthrop was a de
tective, such towards does conscience make
Of u.s.
Nothing less than murder Mr.. Platt,
No, you DON'T you young houndv' for the
fellow was on the point of making dash
for liberty, but finding himself in Harry's
vise-like grip. collapsed and whiningiy pro-
fessed his willingness to go wherever his
captor desired TO take him.
So linking arms with the compliant Mr..
Plat, Winthrop quietly conducted him 70
his chamber In tho hotel.
q Now, SIR be said when he had locked
the door and put the key in his pocket.
" will you tell ms what became Of the