The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1900-06-23

said he had not heard from his son for
long time and wanted me to find him.
Many will remember the father, Jere-
miah Sullivan, at one time justice of
the peace, a tall and we'll proportioned
gentleman, with as prepossessing gen.
eral appearance as any gentleman who
walked our streets. wrote to Washing
ton, and received II, answer that
the close of the Wa. 'etr :
letter was note marked ofL.
unofficial" "Tell Sullivan's ta...
read the news from Mexico. l enclose
some scraps from a New Orleans news
paper, and the Colonel Sullivan therein
mentioned is reported to be the late
Lieutenant Sullivan of the regular ar
my" Some time afterward an officer
OF the army gave me the following ac-
count:
After the close of the war with Mex
leo some of the officers were tarrying
late at dinner, when Lieutenant Sulli-
van entered and was saluted with: "Will
you join us, Lieutenant Sullivan?"
Colonel Sullivan, if you please, gentle
men," was the reply. Whereupon one
of the officers said: "It would not sur
prise me at all if you are Colonel Sui
livan. If your killing that Mexican was
of so much account as to put you on
an equality with us who have studied
four years at West Point and have seen
considerable active service, little per-
sonal favoritism might carry you still
higher and make you colonel. Why,
Lieutenant Sullivan, if you were to kill
another Mexican, those politicians at
Washington would make you COM
mander-in-chief" Gentlemen" said
Sullivan, cts business that brings me
here. Here is my commission as col
onel in the Mexican revolutionary army.
Now you have my authority. And now
here is my business in this paper, which
will read" He then read paper au-
thorizing him and requesting him to
employ a competent engineer on his
staff. The officers reminded him that
they knew nothing of the face of the
Mexican country, had no maps, knew
not his route, and insisted that they
could be of no service to him.
"You do not understand me-" replied
Sullivan. 1T is not for what am going
to do that I want your assistance. I
only want you to map it out after have
done it. You are always talking about
your military school and what you have
studied, and the like of you will be at
school hereafter and they will want to
study Sullivan's route to the capital of
Mexico; and if ever I should be en-
peror whom would want for secretary
OF war but my own engineer" Sulli-
van set out on his route with no one
to map his way. He penetrated regions
where no man had ever been before.
He came out of forests where men least
expected him; he appeared to be every
where, and the inhabitants could make
no calculations where he was not. They
either all joined him or fled before him.
He had everything his own way until,
in his efforts to join the Mexican army,
he found himself in a fortified country.
Here he missed his engineer and his
| military education. He was wounded,
taken prisoner, marched into the Plaza,
a bullet pierced his heart. That was
the last of Sullivan. But it just took
a Chicago boy to teach Emperor Maxi
milan how to die the death of soldier
some twenty years afterward, and Sulli-
van had as much right to Mexico as
Maximilian.