The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-08-27

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lieve, one of the founders of the
New York Athletic club, and IN the
late maturity of his life is pursuing
calm and uneventful existence, which
curiously contrasts with the rugged ad-
venture of his career of the war of the
rebellion. He is now, understand. at
work on the private memoranda and
official papers which came into his pos
session between 1861 and 1860. with
view to the publication of his memoirs
If he tells one-half of what he knows
about the adventure and intrigue of the
! civil war, his book will need no COM
mendation to the public. | saw, few
days since, in the collection OF a friend,
whose fad is curious arms and armor,
the pair of Derringer pistols which Col
Babcock captured after the fall OF Rlch-
mond in the hands of the fugitive COM
mandant of Libby prison. If my memo
~ serves me Alright, the arrest OF
Capt. Turner think that was his
name-was ordered after the taking OF
Richmond by federal troops. because SO
many charges of cruelty were made
against him by union prisoners, in Lib
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its execution was intrusted to Col. Bah
cock, who was then on duty with the
Army of the Potomac there Capt
Turner, as the story goes, was then a fugl-
tive, but was supposed to be hiding
somewhere in the vicinity of Richmond.
By some pretty sharp detective work
Col. Babcock succeeded in locating him
in little cottage completely embow-
cred in trees and shru BIS in sequestered
suburb The grounds were, according
", occupied by some of Babcocks men,
and he himself, with trusted lieuten-
ant, knocked at the cottage door. 1t
was opened by very beautiful lady,
who was Capt. Turner's wife, who
courteously invited her visitors in and
asked their business. They said they
had come to look for Capt. Dick Turner,
and had been informed that he was IN
the house. See, gentlemen" said
she, with magnificent sweep of
her magnificent arm, 1.-The premises
are at your disposal. Search anywhere
you choose, except that l beg OF
you to respect the privacy of lady who
is lying i'll in that upper room" Cour-
tesv demanded that Col. Babcock
should search everywhere first, and he
did so, but that did not prevent him
from proceeding to the room of 1.-The
sick lady" Upon forcing an entrance
here he was not surprised to find Capt.
Turner, in bed, with his pair of Der
ringers under his pillow. Before he
could use them he was overpowered af-
ter desperate struggle. But that they
would have been very effective weap-
ons at such close quarters glance at
them gives ample assurance:
THE HOUSE OF POE.
have seen somewhere the statement
that the Edgar Allen Poe residence up
in Westchester county, adjoining the
city, has been sold again to gentleman
who proposes to restore it and take care
of it. 1t seems to me that the sale of
the Poe residence has been going on
with regularity at least once year ever
since / first heard of it. Every time a
sale takes place the pathetic story of
Poe's career is hashed over for the
benefit of sentimentalists. The old
Poe home is very shabby affair, and
it would hardly be worth consideration
were it not for the fact that people gen.
orally believe that it was in this tene-
ment that Poe wrote his dolorous poem,
THE Raven" Poor Poe had stormy
and sad existence, but he lived and
wrote in a period when it was neces-
sary, according to the ethics of the
times, for poet to wear long hair and
get drunk.
He practically threw himself away,
think. because it was the fashion for
the American bohemian to do that sort
of thing at that time Were he here
! now he would find very little incentive
to drunkenness and very few people OF
his class to encourage him. He would
have better surroundings, for literary
man is no longer child of the street,
the cellar and the attic. He is a practi.
cal, intelligent, self-respecting fellow
nowadays. Living in Baltimore some
wears ago, l used to occasion.
ally pass the little dingy churchyard II
a corner of which poor Poe sleeps under
a trivial monument erected to his mem
DRY by a few appreciative friends
! Standing contemplating this mementc
one evening, an old citizen passing by
told me of Poe's ending, as he claimed
to know it. The poet had reached Bal
timore. think, from Richmond, where
: he had been on a protracted spree. anc
fell into the hands of lot of politica
; thugs, who at that time were managing
politics in the monumental city with {
:, high hand.
J 1t was election day. The poor fellow
a was kept supplied with liquor and wa:
taken about from election poll to pol
. and voted as a common repeater. liz
, was found lying next day. believe, IL
, an engine house among a lot OF rutflan:
!, and taken away by somebody wh'
=. recognized him. That was his last de
bauch. He died the following day
:, This is the story as it was told to me 81
a venerable Baltimorean who claimed
a to have knowledge of the facts related
q A sad going out, indeed. for such iamI
n of genius. JOHN A CochERll1-
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