Iron County register., 1889-03-07
CHAPTER XIV.
At LAST

Then came one last unspeakably grand
war-pageant, fit finale to the terrible five
years tragedy-the review of Grants and
Sherman's warriors at Washington before
President John SON and his Cabinet.
For twelve hours this triumphal process
sion, forty miles hong, 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
eve rest on a scene of such thrilling grand
eur as the endless march OF those dust
stained, weather-beaten men, 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 the
deep emotion of the crowds who saw them
pass. Greybeards wept, and sobblng 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 prophesied. Surely no greater
proof was ever given the world of the sta
bility of republican government
Now. it CHANGED one day that Harry, ,eman-
cipated from the thraldom of duty, was
strolling along the streets OF washington,
purchasing in the crowded streets nttle
souvenirs to take home to his dear ones on
the bank of the st. Clair, when he encoun-
tered Willie Mckenzie. walking with
flashlly 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 unop-
served for some distance. Suddenly tney
stoned and he noticed Mckenzie give his
companion a roll of bills. He heard the young
officers injunction as he paid the fellow the
money: 'sWrite me from San Francisco,
and remember this is your last chance; for
by Heaven, Platt, if 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
swav and Mckenzie turning down side
street. Harry was left free to run down his
quarry. What an insignificant little, vulgar
cad the fellow was, and to think that sucn
an apology for a man should have poured
out the Ife-blood of big-hearted Frank
Barclay.
When Mckenzie was well out OF sight,
Winthrop ouickened his pace. and, laying
his hand on the fellows shoulder, SAID:
'Mr Platt, want you."
The trembling wretch turned his white
face on Harry in mild surprise.
"Wh-a-t f-o-rp' was all he could nnu
strength to gasp. He never for moment
doubted but that Winthrop was a de-
teetive, such towards does conscience make
of US.
Nothing less than murder, Mr.. Platt,
No, you don't, you young houndr' 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 his willingness TO go wherever his
captor desired to take him.
So linking arms with the compliant Mr..
Platt, Winthrop quietly conducted him to
his chamber in the hotel.
"Now, SIR" he said, when he had locked
the door and put the key in his pocket,
~wih you tell me what became of Tho