Evening star., 1934-07-29
1894. by The
Newspaper Co }
CHAPTER XIII.
BY FRANK G. CARPENTER.

CHAPTER XIII.
BY FRANK G. CARPENTER.
~ THE street this morning
met fat Mr.. Cannon and lean
u MFR. Caine from the Mormon
~ State. and I tried to get their
opinion of the report of the
Utah Commission, which was pub
lished today. They were reticent
and could see, I thought, that they
are much troubled about the situation.
The committee recommended making
illegal any but first marriages in
Utah hereafter, and suggested pro-
viding such regulations as to mar
riages as will prevent legal polygamy
in Utah. These gentlemen told me
that they had nothing to say to the
press at the moment. Both Caine and
Cannon seem thoroughly in earnest
in their Mormon belief, upholding it
apparently in all honesty. The ques-
ton will undoubtedly be brought be-
fore the next Congress, and 1t is to
be hoped for the sake of the reputa-
ton of America abroad that 1t will
be settled in favor of strict monogamy-
i
the newspapers commenting Anthony
Trollopes account of his visit to Brig
ham Young. 1t is quite interesting.
He says:
"I did not achieve great. intimacy
with the polygamist of Salt Lake City.
called upon him. sending him my
card, and apologizing for doing so
without an introduction, with the ex-
cuse that I did not like to pass
through the Territory without seeing
a man of whom had heard so much.
He received me In the doorway, he
did not ask me TO enter, but inquired
whether or not IVES miner. When
I told him I was not miner he asked
whether I earned my bread. I told
him did. I guess you are miner
he said. I assured him I was not.
Then how do you earn your bread?'
he asked BY writing books re-
piled Now, I'm sure you're miner
he declared brusquely, and, turning
upon his heel. he went into the house
and shut the door. I was properly
punished as I had been vain enough
to think he would have heard Of my
books"
Gen. Sheridan.
Gen. Sheridan took possession OF
the ONCE of commander in chief of
the Armies of the United States yes
terday. I found him this morning in
the seat so lately occupied by Tecum-
sch Sherman. II is one of the best
rooms in the War Department build
ing and ii looks out upon Pennsyl-
vania avenue just across from the
Corcoran Art Gallery. The room is
large and it is hung with oil paintings
of Western views, the taste of Sher-
man, who liked nothing better than
life on the plains.
Sheridan looks much more like a
soldier than Sherman. He is very
erect, though short and fat. and his
air is martial and commanding. He
dresses better than Sherman and
looks as though he took more care of
his personal appearance. He has a
large face, a broad, full forehead and
fat cheeks of dark red. He wears no
beard, but his mustache, gray and
well trimmed, is decidedly handsome.
He is by no means a bad-looking man,
this new head of the Army. He has
brave look, and though his face
bears a wrinkle, as though much care
had devolved upon him. it is a pleas
ant face. His eyes form its chief
characteristic. They are gray. small
and sharp as a needle. They seem to
look right through you, and they al
ways look straight at you when he is
talking. They show you that they
have a soul behind them. If their
owner is angry, they can, as the
blood-and- thunder novel would say,
glare with look of baleful hate. Gen.
Sheridan has short, stiff gray hair,
smoothly combed; broad shoulders
and short heavy legs. He would. I
think, look bigger on horseback than
upon foot, and l doubt not that as
, Cavalry commander he presented a
striking appearance.
story Is told of the Battle of Chat
tanooga which illustrates the devil
may-care bravery of Sheridan He
and Gen. Wood each commanded q
column and each strove to see II he
could reach the summit Of the noun
tain before the other. Sheridan rode
in front of his ranks under the fire Of
shot and shell, encouraging his men
and swearing at the enemy like
field incarnate. He seemed to bear
charmed life. Twenty rebel batteries
were turned upon his troops. but he
! scorned the danger. At one time he
took canteen Of whisky from his
aide and. filing a cup. raised il high
! in the air. How are you Mr. Bragg"
he yelled as he held 1t out toward the
| Confederate generals headquarters
| Just as he was moving the cup to his