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. " - 9 t " BT JOHN" ELFRETH WATKINS. THE millions who tomorrow pay tribute to the great . generals and admiral of the Ctvil war will be Interested to learn how fate Is dealing with the children and grandchildren of those heroes. Manx of their offspring have chosen for their profession the science of war, and the most thorough realization of the now complete reunion of our country is enjoyed by those who. In the drawing rooms of the National Capital, have , seen a Grant, and a Lee, a Sheridan and a Beauregard, a Porter and a Longstreet touching elbows Incased in the same uniform. Other descendants of these immortals of B-65 are attaining success of one kind or another Id purely peaceful pursuits. Some haye noble titles and some vast wealth. "Weirdly Like Ills Father. Grant's eldest son, Major-General Fred erick Dent Grant, whose likeness to his father Is weirdly striking, was the other flay put in command of the military de partment of the East, with headquarters at Governors Island, New York. Mad not Dr. Leonard "Wood been allowed- td or ganize the Rough Riders and thereby make his splash in the war-with Spain, General Grant would now be the. tanking officer of the army and, very probably, chief of staff. As it' is, he must retire on Memorial day four years hence, where- as General Wood will remain at the head of the army for 14 years, or until 1924. May . 30 was a date memorable in the Grant family before Memorial day origi nated and even ' before the war opened. General U. S. Grant remembered it each year of that struggle, because it was the birthday of "little Fred," who was. 11 years old when the war opened. Tomor row the present General " Grant will be 80 years old. He was graduated from "West Point In 1871," while fiis father was President, and resigned 20 years later at the close of eight years' service on the frontier. Then, after serving as Minister to Austria and as Police Commissioner . Df New York, he got back Into the regu lar army by entering the war with Spain as a volunteer colonel. All of President Grant's other children ,are also living. Jesse R., the youngest -son, is in New York, where he is interested in mining tnterprises. He is S3 years old and has leserted the party of his father to be ;ome a Democrat. His brother, Ulysses S. Grant, Jr., is a' Republican, having been a delegate to three recent conventions. He Is a lawyer and lives in San Diego, Cal. His wife is the daughter of former SANDY BROWN, lived and moved and had his being In Bo(id street. In fair weather or In foul you could find him somewhere in the short thor oughfare between Broadway and the Bowery. For 30 years and more this had been Sandy's llttie world. You never saw him anywhere else save in Bond street, and always walking up and down the pavement, slowly, solemnly, with his hands behind him. And Bond-street folk tolerated Sandy poor, old, eccentric Sandy, who was a trifle queer in his head. ' But really, to be very truthful, the old man was no longer sandy. His red beard had turned to iron-gray. So had his hair. He was lean and lank, long-armed and long-legged, and more or less ragged. There were lapses here and there in his front teeth, and his Adam's apple reached out into space like the breast bone of a Thanksgiving turkey. Detective Bdll Connor, of the Sixth Precinct, had known . Sandy Brown a goodly number of years more than he could remember, and litany and many a time he had . stopped to chat with him. And, If you recall having ever met Sandy, you will remember how the old man could talk about anything and every thing, in the earth, over the earth, un der the earth it was the same to Sandy. But there was a weak spot in the old man's brain one- small wheel that went all wrong, and mads him queer. War was Sandy's weakness the Civil War that Is what rattled him. He was a ' veteran so he said had fought in many a battle and poor old Sandy could not seem to . realize that the war was over. Mentally, he was 45 years behind the times. He complained because the newspapers gave him no news of the war. Early one afternoon in May, Detective Connor and Sandy Brown came face to face in turning the Bowery corner. "Hello, old chap! How be ye?" was Bill's hearty greeting. "Tolerbul, tolerbul. Cap," ' replieof the other. "Any news from the front today? Where's Lee's army now?" Connor shook his head. Some one had told him years ago that Sandy had been struck a blow on the head at the battle of Gettysburg that that was what made , the crooked streak in his brain. "Well, news or no news," said the old man, "it's about time the durn war was over. They been fitln a long while now. .Been expectln' er letter from my brother for more'n a year. Cap. Oh, he'll write en tell me soon as the war is over." "Your brother, did yon say, Sandy?" . asked Connor, wonderingly. "Why, yes; don't you know my brother, . 1 F 2 - "United States Senator Chaffee, of. Colora do, and their son is an officer In the regu lar army. . . Grant's Grandsons. This is Ulysses S. Grant, 8d., whom President McKinley appointed to the Mil itary Academy 11 years ago, and who was graduated there In 1903, Just 60 years after his grandfather got his diploma at the same institution.. Ha was lately ap pointed superintendent of the State, War and Navy building. In Washington. He Is 28 years old, having been born on Inde pendence day, 188L Patriotic dates seem to stick to the Grants. . An army career was chosen by another grandson of Presi dent Grant Algernon Sartoris, Jr., son of the general's only daughter, Nellie, who in 187$ married Algernon Sartoris, Sr., deputy jleutenant of Caermarthon ahlre, whose- mother was Adelaide, sister of the family, actress,- Fanny Kimble. Sartoris, Sr.,' died, soon after marrying the American ' President's daughter, and their son Algernon, after serving in the Spanish '.war as a first lieutenant of en gineers and captain of Infantry, received a commission as lieutenant of regulars, but resigned, after' serving one year. More recently, ha reoeived an appointment as secretary, of legation to one of the Latin American - republics, but resigned after serving but -a few months. His mother was . not the only descendant of General Grant to marry a foreigner. His cousin, Julia. Dent Grant, a few years ago mar ried Prince Michael Cantacuzene of the Russian Imperial Guards. Robert K. Lee's Sons. Two of General Robert E. Lee's sons are still living. George Washington Cos. tis Lee. the eldest, who will bo 77 next September, lives at Burke, Va., and since 1897 has been president emeritus of Wash ington and Lee University. His mother was the daughter of George Custis, the adopted son of President Washington and grandson of Martha Washington. This scion of two distinguished houses has never married. He was graduated at the Military Academy, at the head of his class, in &4, and was a lieutenant of engi neers attached to the War Department In Washington when he and his father resigned their commissions at the out break of the war. In that struggle he built the fortifications around Richmond, and was aide-de-camp to Jefferson Davis and finally major-general of the Confed eracy. In 1871 he succeeded his father as president of Washington and Lee Uni versity. Robert E. Lee, 2d, another son of the Confederate Commander-in-chief, is liv- Dannel?" went on the veteran. "Why, Dannel is a twin of me, only he ain't got an Adam's apple like mine, en his teeth ain't so bad. Dannel's Jest about 60 min utes younger than I be, mebbe that's why he ain't lost enny of his front chewers." "I'm paralyzed, old man,", exclaimed Connor, "to hear you talk about having a brother. You never said a word about him before, and I've talked the war over with you a few times now, haven't I?" "That you have. Cap." joyfully cried the old man. "Put It there," and he held out a long, bony hand, which Bill Con nor clasped sympathetically. . "Ye know," continued Sandy, "my brother Dannel en I both fit in the war Dannel on one side me on tother Jest happened so, ye know one o' us llv ln' North, en one livin' South when the war broke out en each one goin' his own way sort of re ad in" his Bible and holdtn' his gun In the direction It looked right to him so one goes with the Yanks and t'other fights with the Johnny Rebs. And Dannel got the best of it he is fitin" yet, I reckon, but I got hurt in the head and couldn't stay they toted me round in hospitals and such, en first thing I knew here I was in Bond street." "Hurt at Gettysburg, I heard some one say once," remarked Connor quietly. "That's it. Cap, you've got it right," exclaimed Sandy, with a show of ex citement. "You see, it was on the sec ond day of the fighting at Little' Round Top, and I, like a durn fool, was hell bent on capturin' a big regimental flag I see comin' over the hill jest in front of me." . There was a blaze of fire In the old man's eyes. The blood came to his pale cheeks, and he clenched his bony hands in the great enthusiasm that now possessed him. "It was a hot fight a great fight!" cried the old . man. "Flags f lyln' the Rebs yellln" to beat hell stormin' the rocky slopes of Round Top I can see 'em at it now hand to hand man to man Lee's boys and Meade's boys bullets whlzzln' bayonets shlnln' swords flashln' en you could smell the blood In the air above ye. Oh, it was a great fight, Cap!" Sandy Brown was wiping the per spiration from- his forehead. t "Well, and then what?" questioned Connor, much interested. "En I'd got the flag, too," continued Sandy. "If a feller hadn't knocked me on the head with a gun-barrel; cracked me a good one right on the top of the dome en then I saw stars en well, there was no more fitin' for me after that. How they ever got me up to New York I don't know but here I am waitin' for the fitin' to stop, en to see my brother Dannel en you bet you won't see Dannel till the fitin' is over. Dannel always was a tight sticker. He'U stay till there ain't another fish left in the river, Dannel will." "And the war has been over for Kit, THE SUNDAY Sona and Grandsons of Civil War Heroes, Whose Graves Will Be Decorated Tomorrow 1 19 IF - i ii ' ' I I'm Tm" ' " ', I ! '.- "y rw -'.; --j. -v I H . I t ' ' - 'f 3 11.19 1 - o. . J T 1 Ing upon his plantation at West Polnt. He was born 56 years ago at Arlington House, that stately colonial mansion which now stands In the Arlington Na tional Cemetery opposite Washington, and which was then the property of his mother, Mary Randolph Custis Lee. He left the University of Virginia In 1862 to enter the Confederate army, where he won a captain's spurs. Since the war he has devoted his life to agriculture and the writings of the "Recollections and Letters" of his father. A grandson and namesake of the Con federate commander-in-chief Is Robert XL Lee, 3d. son of the late General William Henry Fltzhugh Lee, who was the second son of General Robert E. Lee. This young man, now 40 years old. Is a grad uate of Washington and Lee University, a lawyer and a politician. For several years he was a' member of the Virginia house of delegates. Young Fits Lee. Captain Fltzhugh Lee, of the ' Seventh Cavalry, the dashing young officer who was President Roosevelt's favorite riding companion, also his military aide, and whose attentions to Miss Ethel Roosevelt were at one time the subject of com ment. Is the son of the Confederate Gen eral Fltzhugh Lee, who was a nephew of General Robert BL Lee, and who aftar the Civil War was Governor of Virginia, Consul-General to Havana and major general in the Spanish-American War, afterward re-entering the Regular Army, from which he had resigned In '61. Young Fltzhugh will be 34 next week. He en tered the Spanish War from civil life as a lieutenant of volunteer engineers, and four months later w?s commissioned a second lieutenant of the regular Infantry. But his father's blood within him yearned for the cavalry, to which arm he was soon transferred. He got his captain's commission five years ago. "Little mil's" name also lives In the regular service. It may be remembered q By WILLIAM Ml CLEMENS; Authorrof "Detective" Connor's Christmas Adventure." "Detective Connor's Heart Adventures, etc T nearly fifty years," thought Bill. "Would you know Daniel If you saw him?" he asked. "What me know Dannel?" the old man shouted. Connor nodded. v ' "I'd know my brother Dannel the minut I set eyes on him. He's red headed, too. Dannel Is jest like me, beln' my twin." Bill Connor, at the moment, was not thinking of Sandy's brother Daniel. A sudden thought, born of an impluse, had flashed through the detective's train. That very day orders had been received at the Sixth PTecinct detailing Connor for special duty on the ap proaching Monday. And Monday was Memorial Day! All the plain clothes in town were to look out for pickpockets on Monday along the line of parade. Bill was booked for the Soldiers' and Sailors' monument, where there would be a great crush around the reviewing stand. "I say, Sandy." he said to the old man, "you'll want to see the parade you know Monday Is Memorial Dav. Suppose you go along with me, and I'll spot you in a good location to see the whole show." Sandy Brown looked bewildered. Memorial Day meant nothing to him. He had not gone west of Broadway in twenty years. He had never seen the veterans on parade. Folks were not in the habit of talking to Sandy they listened to him they tolerated him pitied him, but no one had ever taken the trouble to explain to him how the Nation cherished the memory of its heroic dead. "You'll see the soldiers and the cap tains and the colonels and the gener als," said Connor. "Soldiers.!" cried Sandy. "See the sol diers! Sure, I'll go with ye, Cap. Why, the -war must be over if the soldiers are coming back." -, ..- , "And,"; continued Connor, "you'll hear the bands play "Rally 'Round the Flag, Boys', and "When Johnnie Comes " "Hurrah for you, Cap, you're a brick!" shouted Sandy Brown. ' And so, then and there. It was arranged. Old Sandy, under the escort of Detective Connor, would journey northward to the Soldiers and Sailors monument on the following Monday. Sandy would call at the station house at 9 in the morning, and Bill would be waiting for him. . When Monday came, Sandy walked into the station house as the clock struck 9. Connor met him at the sergeant's desk. But no sooner had he looked at the old OREGOJJTAX. PORTLAND. i.s&k -r. ' swe that he watted until 14 years after the war and until he had gone iwell along Into middle age before marrying-. In 1S79, the daughter of General Rucker, who died last Winter, In his ninety-eighth year. In the Summer of '80 there came Into being a little "Little Phil," who was only 8 when his distinguished father died. Ten years later, when he was 18, President McKinley appointed him to "West Point, and now he Is a lieutenant in the Fifth Cavalry. x "Little Phil's" Little Phil. His uncle, Michael V. '6heridan, who was the general's youngest brother. Just turned 70 a few weeks ago. He served as a volunteer aid to his brother early In the war, and afterward rose to the rank of volunteer captain. After the war he was given the straps of a lieutenant of cavalry and was In command of his regi. ment when, at the outbreak of the Span ish War, he was made a brigadier-general of volunteers, and later of regulars. He retired In 1902 after 30 years' continuous service. He was his brother's aid-decamp from '70 to 78, and his military secretary from '78 to '88. One of General Sherman's sons, Phile mon Tecumseh, is a lawyer In New York, where he was elected an alderman on the Citizens' Union ticket In '88. In 1906 he was made commissioner of labor for the state of New York. He was not born until after the Civil War, and Is now a bach elor of 43.- The . general's elder son, Thomas Ewing, is a Jesuit priest, and was chaplain of a volunteer regiment in the Spanish-American War. He has more lately been a missionary lecturer, with headquarters In Chicago. Both he and his brother are Yale graduates. A grand nephew of General Sherman's is also in the serves. This Is Lieutenant Sherman Miles, of the Third Field Artil lery, whose father, Lieutenant-General Nelson A. Miles, married a niece of the great Union general. The full name of the illustrious Ad ORS memorial --............,................., r IT I HE WAS TAKIXC LOSG LEAPS TOWARD THE COLORBEARER. I -.... .i MAT 29, 1910. miral Porter is borne In the naval service by his grandson. Major David Dixon Porter, of the marines, who, af ter serving through the Spanish War. fought all through the Boxer troubles In China and participated In the relief of the guard at Pekin. He was recom mended for bravery In this trying cam paign, and again for his courage In several troublesome expeditions in the Philippines, Including- the march across the Mar with Wallace In search for the Filipino bandit leaders. He was then a young Lieutenant, but for brav ery In the battle of Noveleta he was given a Captain's rank. He has been recommended for bravery In his every engagement since entering the service. He Is the fourth Porter In a direct line to serve his country In the naval service. Our D. D. Porter of Today. Commodore David Porter (foster father of Admiral Farragut) was his great-grandfather, and his father, Colonel Carlisle P. Porter, is a retired officer of marines. And In addition to having the great Farragut for a fos ter great-granduncle, he had Commo dore William D. Porter for a grand uncle of the blood. Ben Butler's Millionaire Grandson. General "Ben" Butler's grandson. Butler Ames, is a young millionaire Congressman on the sunny side of 40. As a youngster he decided to follow the profession of his distinguished grandfather, as well as of his father, General Adelbert Ames, who also was a Civil War. hero as well as Senator from Mississippi, and who married Blanche Butler, the celebrated Gen eral's daughter. So it was with this military ambition that young Ames entered West Point, where he was graduated 33 classes behind his father. tsut ne naa been in the Army but a brief period when a yearning for me chanical pursuits got the better of I DOINC3- mt him "and, resigning from the service, he w.ent through the Massachusetts Institute of - Technology. Then came the Spanish 'War and. longing again for a soldier's career, he entered as a volunteer., earning a Colonel's com mission in the skirmish at Guanica and Yauca road. Five years after the war h was elected to Congress from Low ell, Mass., and in the recent uprising in the House he voted with the in surgents for the overthrow of Speaker Cannon from the committee on rules. In spare moments he amuses himself by inventing things. He built the au tomobile In which he rides to and from the Capitol, and is now said to be at work upon an aeroplane. He Is a bachelor with a prospective fortune which has been rated up to $6, 000.000, and which comes through the paternal and not the Butler side of the family. McClellans, Beauregsrds and Earlys The career of "llttla Mac's" son, George B. McClellan.. 2d, as member of Congress and Mayor 4of New York Is familiar to all who. keep abreast of the news. He was born while his parents were on a vllt to Dresden, Saxony, in the Winter Just following the close of the war, and after going through. Princeton he began Ufe as a newspaper reporter in New York. He Is now 44. Another Civil War General whoss son and namesake went to . Congress was Benjamin Grubb Humphreys, the Confederate warrior. Young Humph reys, who Is the same age as young McClellan, entered the House jiat as the latter was leaving, in 1903. He had previously served though the Spanish War as a Lieutenant under Fltzhugh Lee. He is now practicing law in Greenville, Tenn. The Confederate General Beaure gard's grandson, Augustin Toutant Beauregard, is now an Ensign aboard the battleship Tennessee, while the Confederate General Early has two grandsons in the Army, Jubal A., his namesake, and Clifford C, both of whom are Lieutenants in the Twen tieth Infantry. President McKinley ap pointed Clifford to the Military Acad emy, while Jubal came In from ctvil life during the Spanish War. "Stonewall" Jackson's Grandson at West Point. Sons of the Confederate Generals lL.ongstreet, jr-ickett and Wheeler are also in the Army. They are Captain James Longstreet, Eighth Cavalry; Major George E. Pickett, of the pay department, and Captain Joseph Wheel er, of the Coast Artillery. Young Long street's mother, who lives at GalneB- man than he gave a gasp of astonish ment. The Bond street veteran wore an old, gray overcoat, buttonless and moth eaten, and on his head was an old gray slouch hat. He was a resurrected Johnny Reb in his beloved old war uniform. "My soldier clothes!" grinned Sandy. "Thought as long as I was goin' to see them soldiers I'd wear my old duds Jest to keep In fashion." "And did you fight in that coat?" asked Connor, still surprised. "Sure," said Sandy, "with the Sixth Virginia." "But I thought you fought on the other side," exclaimed Connor, a new light dawning upon him. ' "No, durn it. Cap; it was Dannel who went to fight with the Yankees. He's color sergeant in one of them New York regiments en he ought to be comin' back pretty soon." The old man was again dreaming of a war that was still in progress. At 10 o'clock the big detective and the old man left the Broadway car at Sev-enfy-nlnth street. Close by the monu ment, on Riverside Drive, overlooking the Hudson, Connor found a place for Sandy Brown, on the edge of the curb, with his back against a friendly lamp post, to shield him from the crush of the crowd. And here, bewildered by the throngs about him, the old man waited to see the soldiers. In the reviewing stand were men of great renown the Governor, the Mayor, officers of the Army but Sandy Brown took no note of these his ear had caught the dlBtant roll of a drum, and his eyes were strained down the thoroughfare. And up the wide drive came the march ing men, bands playing, flags flying, amid the cheers from a hundred thousand throats. As the advance guard of mounted po licemen reached the monument "Sandy Brown was yelling with the old cry of his war days, his gray hat cutting the air like the eweep of a scythe. And when the grizzled, white-haired veter ans came along, bent with the years, and some of them feeble and limping, but marching true, as only soldiers can marehv- the-' old "lrianr frorn'.Bond street." in the gray overcoat of Lee's men. braced himself against the lamp-post, and stared blankly Into space. He was not cheering now. He stood like a thing of stone, every muscle tense. For a. few minutes he stood thus. Then a tall, long-legged man, carrying a tattered regimental flag, swerved out of his path to escape the heels of an orderly's horse. He was well in ad vance of his comrades the last of his regiment and for an instant stopped directly in front of Sandy's lamp-post. And then, suddenly, an unmistakable rebel yell of battle rent the May day air and rose above the cheers and the beating of the drums. And then a cry - I 1 I - js ' I v- ville, Ga., fought a pistol battle in her house some months ago with a burglar whom she found prying into her silver chest in the middle of the night. While ' her assailant returned the fire, she emptied all of the cham bers of her revolver and finally made him retreat. "Stonewall" Jackson's only grandson, Thomas Jonathan Jackson Christian, is a cadet at West Point, where he plays fullback on the academy football team, and where he has also won the medal as champion wrestler. His grandmother, Mrs. "Stonewall" Jack son, lives at Charlotte. N. C. Shakers Kind to Animals. Harper's Bazaar. Shakers are noted for their kindness to animals. They never abuse or speak a harsh word to their horses, which always look sleek; while even, the very chickens are so cleanly housed, and so well fed. that their white feathers are always a degree more snowy than other fowls, and their yellow feet almost appear to have been polished. The Shakers are largely vegetarians, subsisting chiefly upon cereals and fruit; in fact, they live very close to nature, and their whole life is well worthy of respectful attention and emulation. As regards their religion, they are spiritual ists, but have no creed, and generally do not believe in the divinity of Christ. They reject the doctrine of future punishment, their real belief conforming somewhat, perhaps, , to the- Swedenborgian theory of life hereafter. The music of their hymns (for they are very inusical) is strangely sweet and wild in composition, though the words are often .crude, coming as they do as an inspiration, and written by any brother or sister, regardless of genius. Norway's Simple King. Harper's Bazaar. The Scandinavian is distinguished by a certain simplicity of bearing far exceed ing that of the more sophisticated English-speaking world, and certainly . the people of Sweden display rather more of the great-world' manner than the Nor wegians. Indeed, the western side of the peninsula is comparatively rural, and the young King, seated upon a little throne, is more like the common people. It Is like playing at royalty, and one al most feels that he might at any moment tilt his crown a bit askew and wink his eye. A pretty little anecdote met us in Chrisltana lately. It seems that a quiet tailor-made little lady went into one of the shops one day and bought a pair of shoes, and when the saleswoman asked her address she replied: "You need not deliver them.- Juet have them wrapped. If you please. My husband will meet mo here and he will carry them." And in a moment, his Majesty the King came in, took the Queen's parcel and they walked ont together as If they had never heard of the crown of . Norway. a wild, fierce cry of joy that star tled even the great ones in the review ing stand near by. . Danael! You, Dannel! Dannel Brain en your totln' my flag, came from the very soul of old Sandy. In another, moment he was taking long leaps forward toward the color bearer. He threw his arms around his brother's neck. And then ha seized the flagstaff and hold it high. "It's my flag," he shrieked, "the same durn flag I tried to get at Round Top and now I've got It we've got it, Dan nel you en me. We've got the flag." There were now two lank, long legged men holding the flag Instead of one two old men who wobbled out of line and who no longer marched but staggered about in a circle. Men came running horses came gal loping the police broke through the crowds. The parade had halted. All was chaos and confusion. Bill Connor pushed his way into the center of the broken ranks. He caught Sandy Brown by the arm. "What you doing. Sandy?" he cried in a voice of authority. The old man let a long breath escape ap he recognized his friend, the big detective. "I couldn't help it. Cap," he gasped, as he held up to Connor a rejuvenated face, out of which all the stamp of twisted mentality .seemed suddenly to have vanished, as it sometimes does in moments of great shock. "There I was standin' watchln' the boys marchin' up the street me gappin' en gawkin' jest like an old fool. I wanted to give 'em a cheer, but I couldn't big lump of somethln jest choked up my throat. En my eyes , struck this here long legged feller carryin" the flag well, durn me, if it wasn't Dannel, and he totin the same old flag I see on the hill at Gettysburg. That settled it en I made a break for the flag en when I got close up to it. Dannel en me went to huggin' each other jest like two kids. He knew me all right my brother Dannel did. And so." he ended naively, "the war must be over. Cap, for Dannel has come back." - -The police soon drove the crowd to the curb. The lines reformed. A band struck up the old familiar air, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home." The procession moved again. But Sandy Brown never left the side of brother "Daniel." and he kept one hand tightly clutched to the sltaff of the regimental flag, his flag of Gettys burg, while the two lank, long-legged men marched proudly on the twins with the flag Daniel In his uniform of faded blue Sandy in his overcoat of gray arm in arm, with the glorious old flag floating over them Yank and Johnny Reb brothers knowing neith er North nor South. (Copyright, 1310, by William M. Clemens.)