The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1890-02-20

while she was their helpless prisoner.
Oh, the shame of it-somebody bring
me another handkerchief. Oh, my poor
throat.
But We are glad to see that the "Con-
federate Veteran" of Atlanta, is equal to
the occasion, and has in the February
number republished the true version of
the capture. When q man happens to be
the hero of any big thing he will natu.
rally overlook the occurrence and make
himself bigger hero than be really was,
Those men who arrested Mr.. Davis have
told that lie so long and often that they
are just obliged to stick to it. In fact,
they have told it so often that maybe they
believe it. Some men will do that. I
knew an old man, who, fifty years ago,
used to tell us how he settled in the forks
of the rivers at Rome before the Ipjuns
come, and that he knowed the Coosa nv
er when it vas a little spring branch and
had jumped across it thousand times.
Old Uncle Jake had told that and told it
until he believed it, aud would get fight
ing mad with anybody who intimated that
he was mistaken.
But the question is not about that re-
yamped lie, but that great national
magazine should lend its columns to the
publication. For suppose it vas all
true, what does it amount to-who is ben
efitted or who is injured by it? Is it of
any historical consequence Mr.. Davis
was trying to escape capture, and what of
it? The northern papers used to publish
how Mr.. Lincoln disguised himself in q
Scotch cap and cloak when he first went
to Washington as the president elect, but
suppose he did and suppose be didn't
what of it-but they are curious sort Of
of people. Only a few days ago the
northern press told us how Mr.. and Mrs.
Blaine were Kissed in the Catholic church
because they did not make the sign Of
the cross as they entered the church on
the occasion Of their daughters funeral
what kind Of people are they-have
they no feelipg-no consideration for the
grief that is most crushing. Who is not
sorry for Mr.. Blaine and his wife-who is
not sorry for poor Mr.. Tracy /? When such
Affections come let all hearts throb with
pity and sympatby.
But the south is fast coming to the
front, and the true history of the war is
being written-eyen Brick Pomeroy has
dared to publish a beautiful tribute to
Mr. Davis. A few more years and our
slanderers will be dead, and then maybe
the nation will have peace. The Confed-
crate Veteran of Atlanta has made. q
good beginning in making up the record,
and it is to be hoped that our people will
patronize it, and sustain it. 1t will GER
tainly be worth 81 year for its influence
upon our children and grandchildren.
The veterans will soon pass away. Ours
will, know, for they are not tempted by
pensions to over live their time. The
federal government has 489,725 pension.
ers upon the rolls-twice as many as we
had soldiers at the close of the war. Just
think oft. And they increased thirty
seven thousand during the last twelve
months. Those are the figures from the
New York World, They do not seem to
be dying, but are multiplying. Like the
feller who took contract to gather up
the bones of the scattered dead, who were
buried for miles around Missionary Ridge
He was paid by the coffin, and so be d.
vided the bones and mixed dogs bones
and COW bones with then, and so he man
aged to ill two cofins from every grave
he dug up. They say there is many a
grave in the national Cemetery OF Chat.
tanooga that has no skull in it. But let
us all have peace. / wish that I could
unscrew my head and clean it.
BILL ARP.