The Potteries Examiner : — 1879-03-22 (Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England)

AMERICAN SPY.  There died peacefully a few days since at the Soldiers' Home, Charles S. Bell, who acted as &scout ---in—" _ and spy in the Union Army. He was a man of adHe pauses suddenly, and clutches my arm, glaring mirabk presence t n ear physique.ofinea when e bE:tering the at the door -way in a ghastly manner. I glance in lu.' m'snYbolldness, rf th and indomitable courrlgreoncn' the same direction. The door, which I have ahut, is attracted. the attention of General Grant, whose certainly ajar, and as I spring up, surprised, there is i trusted spy and scout he was until the close of the a rustle of silk distinctly audible ; yet, when Igo war. He was known to enlist in the rebel army, don upon the Landing, it is quite deserted, and I hear the gray uniform, and serve in the ranks for naught save the sighing of the wind. Igo back, and I months eta time, in order to obtain valuable information for his chief. In the character of a rebel say "It is nothing," and ask him to continue ; but i scout in 1863, he led General Chalmers into General he islying with his face half-buried in the pillow, and ' Hulburt's hoes, and in the fight which ensued the does not heed or hear me. rebel general was shot in the face, the scar of which I sit by the bedside, and watch his waning breath. he bears to this day. In 186'2, while serving in the The nurse comes in, sallow and calm, and watches, Trans-Mississippi Department, he conduited a large , too. The clergyman comes again, but cannot rouse detachment of the enemy across the river on the 1 the sleeping spirit. Day deepens into evening— ice, d, ostensiblye tt o i nstuor par i is,ereapaUrzi oan. ams,pa,debut, where evening into night—and still my father makes lICI the entire force was captured. One officer, at sign. the last moment, suspected the deception, but ere At midnight lam so exhausted that I lie down he could make his suspicions known the scout upon a couch. The fire-light plays upon the brass ' shot him down. He was taken prisoner in 1863, a mountings of my father's heavy desk, and throws and his real character discovered, but while on his way to Richmond, heavily ironed, he leapt flashes into my languid eyes. Gradually I drop oft ' from the train running at full speed and made his asleep. I escape. While scouting within the rebel lines in TenA slight noise arouses me. The fire-light is brighter ' nesse, after his last escape, he had hidden his blue than ever, but, there aril no flashes. Something is ' uniform up a sycamore tree, and arrayed himself in betilseen me and the dock' it moves assay, and the Confederate gray. Returning to sefnre his clothes, flashes come again. The nurse is gain, about arrang- Ihe had commenced th climb the tree, when a rebel tug the room. She says it is only han-past twelve, ' lieutenant of gigantic stature arose from the bushes near by, and covering Bell with his pistol, demanded and I sink asleep again. I that he throw up his hands and surrender. The bold When next I awake, the grey dawning of the day scout was equal to the emergency. Gazing fixedly is filling the chamber, and, starting up with an up the valley—" There," said he, "Comm &regiment awful %read, 'I find that I am face to face with of Yankee cavalry; it's my turn now, you are my death ! : prisoner." The lieutenant turned his glance for a moment in the direction indicated, when, quick as Yes, in the dim mysterieus watches of the night, ghtening, Bell drew his revolver and shot him dead. whilst slumber's seal has been upon my eyelids, the ' After the close of the waste edited a small sheet in great Reaper has thrust in His sickle, and gathered Wall Street, New York, devoted to brokers' interests another sheaf. I and finance. But his health broke down, and he has j died of consumption. As fares known he has no reCHAPTER IL . latter living save a brother, who his insane. I Sunday afternoon. An unwearied pall of cloud ' The total value of butter and checse made in the muffling the sky from zenith to horizon. A pale United States during the past year was threfu!aundreci tired-looking girl seated dreamily before a wood fire, and fifty milli& dollars' or fifty million do rs more Myself 1 Moralizing again, lam afraid, for although Tie foen than the tir h p erell'a'neacivienc'raon 'Minister of State, Count I a step is on the threshold, I Mil to hear it. Yon Kielmansegge, died on the 3rd inst. at his profam sitting in a small ante-room, adjoining the perty in Blumenau. chamber of death, into which I can see through the Tc o hundred and eighty young men have been open door. The nurse has left everything in beauti- fin. .1 1.200 marks each at Mulhouse for presenting ev G-olves for the conscription. andl hacvoen,sc,en.tegfo:itlfonrreieiurn Corner, suicide, having cut her throat with a razor. ful order and has gone to seek the rest which she Betsy N% Mile, mffiworker, ot Vundee, has ccranuttea caXil'ihlleyclu'll'es..The Recordership of Maidstone h vacant. Mr. R. tones. He tills me in a few words wtha ha has If. 13. MarsiGm has announced to the Mayor his known of my dead father. This is what he says i resignation of the office. "I knew nothing of him.pntil hip last illness; then Contagious peripneumonia, attributed to importshe sent for me. He seemed to have becn a FELat tions of rows from Italy, has appeared in the southtaveller—had. been all over the known wolrld, and ea't of France. Ad lived for many yeass in America, with his brother Stephen Ashton. He said that he„himself, had Mr. Creormi,Conquest. ss,ho has sold his interest in fel, Grecian Theatre, London. for lip,uoe, will, it is I..irted. take a W st-En I theatre m hand. in early youth doert,l Lis wioa:.ki'cliill. b- grille .