The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1893-08-09
READS LIKE ROMANCE. -
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A Tale of Love, War and Revenge almost
Unparalleled.

OAmong the news"brought.. up from
Panama by the St.::Paul yesterday is a
tale of love, war and revenge that
reads more like dime novel story
than a plain statement Of facts, says
the San Francisco Examiner
Herbert L. Drummer, Russian by
birth, but an American boy by adop-
tion, left his desk in the Office of a
New York merchant about three years
ago to try his luck in Central America.
He was master Of the Spanish Ian
guage, and soon after reaching Mica
rauga he drifted into the army.
His first commission was that Of
Lieutenant, and he held that position
for about year, when he resigned and
took up plantation. He raised coffee
and pineapples until the revolution
broke out few months ago, when he
again entered the army.
This time he entered as a colonel in
the forces of the insurgents under
Gen. Savablas, who was one Of Brum-
mer's best friends. The dashing
young colonel soon won considerable
fame as warrior, and he also attract
ed the attention Of General Santagua,
who invited him to his house and in
troduced him to his daughter. The
young lady was the belle Of the coun-
try and had hosts of admirers, who
naturally locked upon Drummer as an
intruder.
Among the young lady's admirers
was the colonel Of a cavalry regiment,
who swore to kill Drummer TIE first
chance he got. Colonel Perlotte
openly boasted of his intention Of
putting his rival out of the way, and
Drummer was advised to be on his
guard, but he only laughed and said
he could take care Of himself easily
enough.
The first trouble came when the pair
met at dinner in hotel and were Civ
en- seats opposite each other. Brum-
mer, who had been drinking rather
heavily, made some remark that the
hot-headed Nicaraguan construed as
an insult, and struck Drummer on the
face with his open hand. The next
instant Drummer sprang to his feet.
and before the astonished guests could
realize what was up he seized Perlotte,
dragged him from the room and beat
him until he was nearly dead.
It took the Nicaraguan some time to
recover sufficiently to resume his du-
ties in the saddle, and he sworc to
have his revenge.
One night, soon after the attack on
Rivas, where Drummer had won high
praise for his daring and bravery, he
was on his way back to his quarters,
after spending the evening with friends:
Suddenly he was surrounded by armed
troopers, thrown on horse and hur.
ried off into the mountains.
He was closely guarded for two
days, when Colonel Perlotte appeared,
and he informed Drummer that the
time had come when he would have
his revenge for the terrible beating he
had received, and he wanted Drummer
to know that slow, lingering death
was to be his fate. Perlotte then spit
in his victims face and ordered him to
be placed in small cave, where he
was laid on the floor with his hands
and feet securely bound. Rocks were
then piled in front Of the entrance and
Drummer left to his fate.
Perlotte feigned to be as much sur
prised as anybody over his rivals dis
appearance and spread the report that
he had been killed. Drummer would
never have been heard of again had
not one Of the troopers, who hated
Perlotte, given information that led
Vagues to send squad Of men to the
cave, where on rolling back the stones
they found Drummer more dead than
alive.
Everyone expected that Drummer
would shoot Perlotte on sight, but he
did nothing of the sort, and Perlotte' 8
friends began to hint at faint heart
and lost courage But Drummer was
only waiting to clear the road for his
escape from the country after his ven
geance should be completed.
One night while going his rounds Of
the sentinels Perlotte was suddenly
seized, bound gagged and thrown into
a cart driven by Drummer, and by
daylight the following morning was a
dozen miles from his quarters and in a
very sparsely settled part Of the coun-
try.
Drummer dragged his victim out Of
the cart and sat him against the wheel
until the party had eaten breakfast,
when he informed Perlotte Of the fate
he had in stooe for him..
This section of the country is infest-
ed with a species Of tiny black ants
which build large mounds, and are
about as vindictive m insect as can be
found anywhere in the world.
II am going to stake you down and
let the ants eat you," said Drummer,
as he cut the cords on his victim s
legs. Four stout stakes were taken
from the wagon and driven into the
ground around one of the largest ant
hills, and then the victim was stripped
to the skin.
Perlotte screamed, cursed and pray
ed, but he had shown no mercy when he
had left Drummer to die in the cave,
and he received none now. Ten poems
dragged him to the stakes, tied his
feet securely to two Of them, kicked
the ant hill to pieces and then threw
Perlotte on his back and quickly
bound his wrists to the other two
stakes.
In an instant the writhing victim
was covered with the terrible ants
and was being literally eaten alive by
them.
Drummer remained long enough to
make sure that his enemy was dead,
and then, leaping on horse, he made
his way to the coast and escaped to
New York on sailing vessel.
Three days after Perlotte had dis
appeared his skeleton was discovered,
but every particle Of flesh had disap-
peared, and the bones looked as if they
had been bleached.-A Ne,o York ED-
change.
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with LOCAL APPLICATIONS, as they