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The Oregon Scout. VOL. II. UNION, OREGON, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3.1, 1885. NO, 18. I THE OREGON SCOUT. An Independent weekly Journal, Issued every Saturday by JONES & CHANCEY, Publishers and Proprietors. A. X. Jones, 1 Editor, f J D. CnAscr.r, ( Foreman. KaTES OF STilJSCItlPTION: t)ne copy, ono year Sir $1 CO i oo 'JLIirco months To Invariably cnsli In advance Kates of advertising mado known on appli cation. Correspondence from all parts of tl ? county solicited. Address all communications to A. R. Jones, Editor Oregon Scout, Union, Or. lioiljjo Director'. OnANn Kondb Vam-ey Loc-an, No. W5. A. F. nnd A. M. Meets on tho second and fourth Saturdays of each month. O. F. Deli., W. M. C. E. Davis, Secrotary. Union Lodge, No. !K. I. 0. O. F. Itenular meetings on Friday eveninps of enchwevkat their hall in Union. AH bicthrcn in koo1 sttmdliiK nro Invited to attend, lly order of the lodpe. tf. W. Loxa, N. G. O. A. TiioMrsoN.Secy. Clmrcli IMrpctory. M. E. 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BURLEIGH, Attorney nt Law, ICvnl statute nnd Collecting Agent. Land Oflico Business a Specialty. Office at Alder, Union Co., Oregon. JESSE XUBDESTT, W. EUELTON THOMAS FITCH. FITCH, SHELTON & HARDEST!, ATTOItlV U V8 AT IAW. Will practice in Union, Baker, Grant, Umatilla and Morrow Counties, also in tht Supreme Court o! Oregon, the District, Circuit nnd Supreme CourU of the United States. Mining and Corporation business a spe icalty. Oiiice in Union, Oregon. THE MESSAGE OF LIP From tho Youth's Companion. Twenty years nso I wns one of many witnesses of a scone tltnt hnslcft upon my memory an impress perhaps deep er than that of any other occurrence of that stirring time. The sequel of thestory, which I learned some months afterwards, is narrated hero with tho pi'incipal event; and botli together de serve a larger audience than any that has yet heard them, because they touch tho heart and arouse those feel ings of sympathy which make tho whole world kin. It, was in February, 180o. I was a stafT-ollicer oi a division of tho Union Army stationed about Winchester, Virginia; and military operations be ing then practically over in that region, I had succeeded in getting leave of ab sence for twenty days. The time was short enough, at best, for one who had been long absent from family and friends, and two days were to be con Burned each way in getting to and from my northern home. I lost no time in making tho first stage of my journey, which was a brief one, from Winchester to Harper's Ferry, bv rail. I went back to tiio hotel after an hour's stroll, wrote some letters, read all tho newspapers I could find about tho place, and shortly after eleven o'clock went out again. This time my ear was greeted with the music of a band, playing a slow march. Several soldiers were walkingbriskly past, and 'inquired of them if there was to bo a jnilitary funeral. , "No, "sir," ono of them replied; "not exactly. It is an execution. Two de serters from ono of the artillery regi ments hero are to be shot up on Boli var Heights. Hero they come!" The solemn strains of tho music ,wcro heard near at hand, and tho cor tege moved into tho street where wo stood, and wound slowly up the hill. (First caiiio thoband; then Gen. Steven son, tho military commandant of the post, and his stall; then the guard, preceding and followingan ambulance, m which wore tho condemned men. A 'whole regiment followed, marching by platoons with reversed arms, making m tho whole a spectacle than which nothing can bo more solemn. , Close behind it came, as it seemed to me, tho entire population of Harper's Ferry; a motley crowd of several thousand, embracing soldiers off duty, (camp-followers, negroes, and what not. It was a raw, damp day, not a ray of sunlight had yet penetrated tho thick clouds, nnd under foot was a thin coating of snow. Nature seemed in sympathy with tho misery of the occasion. The spot selected for the dreadful scene was rather more than a mile up tho Heights, where a high ridge of ground formed a barrier for bullets that might miss their mark. Arrived here, tho troops were formed in two largo squares of ono rank each, one square within the other, with an open face towards tho ridge. Two graves had been dug near this ridge, and a coilin was just in rear of each grave. Twenty paces in lront was tho nring party bf si."; files, under a lieutenant, at ordered arms; tho geneial and his staff sat on their horses near tho cen tre. Outside tho outer square, the great crowd of spectators stood in perfect silence. Tho condemned man had been brought from the ambulance, and each ono sat on his coilin, with his open grave before him. 'lliey wero very different m tlieir aspect. One, a.man of more than forty years, showed hardly a traco of feeling in his rugged face; but tho other was a mero lad, of scarcely twenty, who gazed about him with a wild, reckless look, as if ho could not yet understand that ho was about to end tiro tho terrible punishment of lws offence. Tho proceedings of thocourt-mnrtial wero read, reciting tho charges against these men, their trial, conviction and sentence; and then tho order of Gen. Sheridan approving tho sentence "to be shot to death with musketry," nnd directing it to bo carried into effect at twelve o'clock noon of this day. Tho whole scene was passing immediately before my eyes; for a staff-uniform will pass its wearer almost anywhere in tho army, and I had passed theguards and entered the inner square. A chaplain knelt by the condemned men and prayed fervently, whispered a few words in tho ear of each, wrung their hands, and retired. Two soldiers Btepped forward with handkerchiefs to bind tho eyes of tho sufferers, and I heard the officer of tho firing-party tgivo the command in a low tone, "Attention! shoulder arms!" ' I looked at my watch; it was a min ute past twelve. Tho crowd outside had been so perfectly silent that a flutter and a disturbance running 'through it at this instant fixed every body's attention. My hpart gave a great jump as I saw a mounted order 'ly urging his horse through tho crowd, and waving a yellow envelope over his head? The squares opened for him, and ho rode in and handed the envelopo to ithe general. Those who were per mitted to see tne aespatcn, reau ino following: Wjibhinoto.v, D. 0., Firs. 23,1805. Gen. Job Stevenson, Harper's Ferry. Deserters reprieved till lurther orders. Stop the execution. A. Lincoln. Tho older of the two men had so thorouahlv resinned himself to his fate, 'that be seemed unable now to realize that he was saved, and he looked around him in n dazed, bewildered way. Not so the other; ho seemed for the first time to recover hisconseiousncss. He clasped his hands together, and burst into tears. As thoro was no militarv execution after this at Har per's Ferry, I have no doubt that tho sentence of both was finally com muted. Powerfully as my feelings had been stirred bv this scene, I still suspected that tho'despatth had in fact arrived before the cortege left Harper's Ferry, and that all that happened afterward was planned and intended as a terrible lesson to these culprits. That afternoon 1 visited Gen. Stev enson at his head-quarters, and after introducing myself, nnd referring to tho morning's scene on Bolivar Heights, I ventured frankly to stato my sus picions, and ask if they wero not well founded. "Not at all," he instantly replied. "Tho men would have been dead had that despatch reached mo two min utes later." "Wero you not expecting a reprieve, general?" "I had somo reason to expect it last night; but as it did not come, and as tho line was reported down between hero nnd Baltimore this morning, I had given it up. Still, in order togivo the fellows every possible chance for their lives, I left a mountrd orderly a I tho telegraph office, with orders to ride at a gallop if a message came for mo from Washington. It is well 1 did! the precaution saved their lives." How the despatch came to Harper's Ferry must be told in tho words of tho man who got it through. tup. TniiUniupiinn's story. On tho morning of the 21th of Feb ruary, 180i), I was busy at my work in the Baltimore Telegraph Oflico, send ing and receiving messages. At half past ten o'clock, for I had occasion to mark the hour, tho signal C A L, several times repeated, caused mo to throw all else aside, and attend to it. That was the telegraphic cipher of the War Department; and telegraph ers, in those days, had instructions to put that service above all others. A message was quickly ticked off from the president to the commanding of ficer at Harper's Ferry, reprieving two deserters who wero to beshotat noon. Tho message was dated tho day be fore, but had in somo way been de tained or delayed between tho depart ment and tho Washington oflico. A few words to tho Baltimoro ofllcc, which accompanied tho despatch, ox- plained that it had "stuck" at Balti more, that an officer direct from the president was waiting at tho Washing. ton office, anxious to hear that it had reached Harper's Ferry, and that Bal timore must send it on instantly. Baltimoro would have been very glad to comply; but tho lino to Har per's Ferry hail been interrupted since daylight; nothing whatever had pass ed. So I explained to Washington. Tho reply camo back before my lin gers had left tho instrument. "You must get it through Do it, somo way, for Mr. Lincoln, lie is very anxious, lias just sent another messenger to us." I called tho office-superintendent to my table, and repeated theso despatch es to him. Ho looked at tho clock. "Almost eleven," ho said. "I see just ono chance a very slight one. Send it to New York; ask them to get it to Wheeling, and then it may get through by Cumberland and Martin burg. Stick to 'em, and do what you cam" By this time I had become thorough ly aroused in tho business, and I set to work witli a will. Tho despatch with tho explanation went to New York and promptly camo tho reply that it was hopeless; tho wires were crowded, and nothing could bo done till Into in the afternoon, if then. I responded just as Washington had replied to mo. It must bo done; it ia a case of life and death; do it for Mr. Lincoln's eako, who is very anxious about it. And I added for myself, by way of emphasis For God's sake, let's savo theso poor fellows! And I got tho Now York people thoroughly aroused as I was myself. Tho answer camo back, - Will do what wo can." It was now ten minutes past eleven. In ten minutes more, I heard from New York that tho despatch had got as fat as Buffalo, and could not go direct to Wheeling; it must go on to Chicago. Inquiries from Washington were re peated every five minutes, nnd I sent what had reached me. Half-past eleven, tho despatch was at Chicago, and they wero working their best to got it to Wheeling. Something was tho matter; the Wheeling office did not answer. Tho noxt five minutes passed with out a word; then huzza! New York says tho despatch has reached Wheel ing, and tho operator thero says he can get it through to Harper'B rierry in time. At this point tho news stopped. Ne York could learn nothing further foi me, nfter several efforts, and I could only send to Washington thnt I hoped it was all right, but could not bo sure, Later in the day tho lino was work ing again to Harper's Ferry, nnd theu I learned that tho despatch had readi ed tho office thero at ten minutes before twelve, nnd that it was brought to th place of execution just in time. James Fkanklin Fitts. Rev. Thomas Thomas, of Fayette ville, Ark., is 114 years old. There it some sense in his asking his hearers. "Why will ye die?" Boston Trail script. AXGIK'S OEMJT. "You may not see me ngain in an age. Brot her Emory. I have arranged for a European trip for the summer," Mra. Alice Lylo remarked ns she dain tily sipped her tea at tho neat little table in tho breezy dining room. Mrs. Lylo was making ono of her brief and invariable bi-monthly visits to the pretty country house of heron ly brother, oven though he was a sim ple farmer and situ the gayest of tho gay city belles. "Well, for my part I never could make out what folks can find so un commonly comforting in going to Eu rope," said Brother Emory's wife a plump and tidy matron whoso su premo idea of tho comforting was a jaunt to the busy market place just when her excellent dairy 'products commanded tho most gratifying prices. "You mean, Sister lluldah, thatyou consider my tastes deplorably ex travagant and worldly." Mrs. Lylo ob served wit h a little laugh of unruffled amiability. "Mother means she would bo better pleased if you wero not going," Broth el l'mory hastened to say. "Sho will be mightily lonesome not having your Bisterly visits, Alice." "And, oh, Aunt Alice, did you not promise I should have a long visit to you this spring?" piped an innocently reproachful voicofromthe back stoop, where a tall girl Was sitting, her pink gingham sunbonnet pushed back from a handsonio brown head, her lap full of golden brown russets which she had just brought lrom tho unexhausted winter storo of tho capacious cellar. "Angie will bo mighty 'disappointed, lam afraid." said Brother Emorv: "tho child has been thinking and talk ing of nothing but that visit oversinco you promised her nigh six months ago.'5 "Ah, but I intend to tako her homo with me to-morrow, Mrs. Lylosmiled, as sho sipped her tea and daintily nib bled a creamy, honeyed biscuit. "Do you really and truly, Aunt Alice? Oh, I am so glad!" exclaimed the girl, springing excitedly toiler feet, licr brown eves big and brilliant with delight, her apples falling unheeded from her calico apron and rolling like a shower of footballs down tho wooden steps. "Well, for my part, I can't mnko out why anybody need bo so power fully jubilant just about a weok or so in tlie city," Sister lluldah said with tho conscious acerbity which was characteristic of tho somewhat unpol ished but whollyestimnblolody. "Not as your Aunt Alico is always consid erate enough, and more than enough, in everything. 1 tun not supposing sho can help anything which may hap pen disappointing to you. But just, tho same, in her fine city houso you will meet with a plenty of people too grand tonoticeagirlasis used to noth ing but churning and scrubbing and wearing gingham gowns." "i intend to buy somo pretty dresses for Angie, if you do not mind," Aunt Alico announced pleasantly, but sho did not add that sho had chosen for tho visit a season when Angie would not lio likely to meet her moro fastid ious and oxclusivo guests. Thero vns ono, however, with whom Angie anticipated a certain and glad some meeting ono of whom sho ven tured no mention, neither comment nor question, although his imago haunted her girlish fancies. Sho know Guy Arnold wns often a guest in tho fine cit y mansion which was tho homo of tho wealthy and widowed Aunt Al ico. Sho knew sho would meet him thero, and how surprised and how happy ho would bo to behold her once again! sho meditated. She could not understand what strangely sad thing had como between hor and tho elegant young gentleman who had seemed so fond ot her only ono short season ago, when ho was summering over yonder somowhoro among tho cool, green hills. Only one short season ngo, while the last late blossoms wero fading and falling in tho pretty country garden, ho had linger ed thoro besido her his every glunco iind seemed to proclaim tho love ho did not utter, his overy allusion had seemed an assurance of his constancy. And then ho had whispered tho tender est of farewells, and so left hor, to await messages which had failed her, and to wonder a weary half year at . silenco sho had deemed no lessgriovous to him than inexplicable to herself. Angie could not understand what singular and melancholy thing had como between them, but now sho would meet him once again, and ho would bo so gratified, and so eager to explain tho distressing contingency which had kept him from her such a weary time! Very possibly tltf era of churning and gingham gowns, was nearly ended for her! Very posnibly before the freshly budded garden blooms would bo again faded and fallen, her elegant lover would have taken her away to some splendid nbodo whero would bo only Bweet indolcnco nnd dazzling attire! "I have a presentiment I shall not return here, she said, mysteriously and rather loftily, to astalwart young fellow, who had approached her as sho stood in tho ruby sunlight beneath tho luxuriant lilacs which shaded the gar den gate. "Maybe your ount wants you to travel with her? she wats you for a maid, maybe?" tho young man said with anxious inquiry and with a sud den pallor perceptible behind thu bronzed tan ol his rugged features. "A maid!" she echoed with ineffable scorn. "Please do not bo so simple, Silvester Alan; you only makeyours 11 disagreeable! You ought to know even churning nnd scrubbing are better than being a lady's maid; although if I go to Europe I may require tho services ot that sort of person myself," sheadd ed with an accession of tho lofty nnd mysterious. "I may bo simple enough, Angelina Emory, and I may make myself dis agreeable," her companion retorted moodily, "but all the same 1 can see an tin varnished fact which is as plain ns the steeple on the church over yonder. And the fact is, you have got a stock of new notions, second liand which I do not hold as valuable not beautifyfng. You never grumbled about tho dairy chores before, you never flung it taunt or sneer at honest work, until you met Guy Arnold, strutting about with his diamonds and fancy cane and his sugary twad dle about Heaven knows what." "You mean to accuse the gentleman of talking nonsense, I presume," said Angie, attempting a little air of gra cious tolerance which sho had observ ed her. polite young aunt Alwe assumed toward her less polished mother. "But you quite misjudge him, but you are always unjust and harsh and rude, Vess Allen," she con cluded with an amusingly abrupt as sumption of tho grandiloquent nnd superior. "Am I unjust becauso T object to your partiality for him?" ho demand ed, half angrily and half despondent ly. "You have allowed mo to care for you, Angie, and you have al lowed mo to believe you cared for me, and I hold you had no right to listen to what has turned your heartagamst them ns loves you and their homely ways. Maybo with all your lofty pro sentiments you have not a lowly guess judging by yourself, tbatrttdo farmer folks havo feelings, and human feel ings, whether grand or humble, must naturally bo harsh when cut and har ried by tho folly of ono wo havo calcu lated was truer and kinder." Tho girl blushed and pouted, per haps sho looked tho least bit penitent too; but before sho could utter a syl lable of protestor pacification, lie had turned away, and was striding swiftly down thoshadowy road. And in another day, Angio had gone wit h her gay young aunt to tho city. "I am to have a little informal re ception to-night," Mrs Lylo told her nieco tliat ovening, "and of course I shall liko to havo "you in tho drawing room with mo, if you nro not too tired," said tho lady, looking somo how as if sho hoped the girl wero very tired indeed. "Ah, a party is always liko rest to me, if I do not go down your friends might think mo dreadfully queer and uncivil," Angie said innocently. "Well, como down if you petfer," her aunt said with an uneasy smile. "And if you wish you can wear ono of my dresses wo are exactly tho samo height and size, you know, and you may chooso whatever pleases you most." Mrs. Lylo was moro indulgont than judicious perhaps; but that sho did not realize until her inexperienced nieco was arrayed for tho occasion. Angio had selected a pomgrnnnto velvet a showy affair with an exceed ingly low corsago, infinitesimal straps for sleeves, and an iinmcnso court train, which was vory imposing no doubt, but which failed somehow to enchanco her rustic graces. "My dear child," her Aunt Alico gnsped, in horror, "you look precisely liko a peony a monstrous peony, up sido down, with a great, loose petal dangling behind." "Why, I thought," Angio began, and then stopped, her eyes full of mortified tears, her reddened and callous hands fumbling with thogorgcous tram which tripped hor unskilled feet at every stop. "Dear child, what you thought does not matter now," her aunt said, rue fully. "You havo no time for a change of toilette; Mr. Arnold is hero, and I havo asked him to amuse you whilo I receive my guests." Tho girl could feol tho hot blood seething to her already hot face, she could feel hor bare shoulders and arms wero an unmistakably vivid peony crimson just thou, Sho had a confus ing presentiment that hor olegant lov er might deem her dress decidedly moro rcdiculous than charming. "Mr. Arnold," sho stammered, nerv ously. "Mr. Guy Arnold," continued Aunt Alico, who had never surmised that romance and ambition of tho girlish heart, which was plunging and quak ing so tumultuously within tho op pressive pomegranato bodico. "Ho says ho thinks ho may havo eeon you; ho spent several weeks somowhoro near your plnco last summer, I believe." "Ho says ho thinks ho may havo seen mo," poor Angio repented men tal v to tho stiuguling heart, which suddenly seemed to fall liko a stony, icy clog within her bosom. Ho can speak liko that after all his profes sions and promises?" And thon she becamo suddenly mind ful that Guy Arnold had actually pro fessed and promised nothing. Though his overy tone and glance had avowed love, tho word itself had novcr been spoken, though ho hud sentimentalized over their beautiful affinity of soul.hs had never asked her to share with him tho smiles and tears of wedded life; ho had plpdged no constnncy nnd re quired none. Tho splendid mirage wns dissolving before her sight; tho enchanting castle was vanishing in the troubled air; butJ as yet her mortification was not com plete. She silently followed her aunt intof the drawing-room, but the elegant Mr.) Arnold had bivome invisible, and pool' Angie was relegated to a corner sofa, and left to aumso herself. As sho sat there half hidden by some busliy potted exotic, two persons paused near her. "Who is she tho odd, red creature who entered a moment ago?" somo lady was inquiring in cautiously sub dued tones. "Tho spectacle was real ly exhilerating sho really wears a. magnificent Parisian dress which dear Alico Lylo had made for a Stato din ner, or some equally august occasion, and ho could not manage tho train nt all. She is ungloved, she 1ms tho hands of a plough boy, and her man ner b something extraordinary. It. was all too deliciously unique! Who can she be, Guy?" "She is a nieco from the country," Guy Arnold explained with a fleeting jgrimacc and an expressivo shrug. ."My dear Alice asked me toamuselier, but I evaded the honor; tho extraordi nary young person would have been theamnser, I fear, and I should havo "lieen guilty of somo decidedly ungal hint mirth. After our marriago 1 shall certainly persuado my Alice to suppress her grotesque, rustic nieces, ,1 assure you. Behind tho bushy exotic poor Angio nroso slowly to her feet. Sho was no longer red as a penny; but white as death. "Sho would havo been tho amtiserl" sho had always been that to Guy Arnold that and nothing morel he had amused himself with her for tho sport of a summer day, and that wan all. And ho was to marry Aunt Alice whoso dainty shoes ho was not wortliy to unlace! The "girl took a step forward, but sho wns sickened and faint with tho mortification and humiliation of it all; her strongthless feet tripped ngain in tho unaccustomed tram, and tho next instant sho fell headlong and helpless. But sho had not fainted quite; sho was conscious that the startled Aunt Alico knelt pityingly besido her, and sho was conscious that sho hurled somo scathing truths fiercely upon tho elegant Guy Arnold. And tlien sho begged to bo taken home; hor drawing room debut had not been so auspi cious that sho cared to remain longer. Thescrubbing and tho churning, and Iho gingham gowns would never again bo distasteful to Angio; greater evils than theso there were, sho began to realize. Novor again would sho coyctf tho splendors of wealth; greater bliss was thoro in tho content of tho hum blest, faithful lovo. And nover again would honest, blunt Vess Alan seem simple and disagreeable, or rude and harsh to her. "But ho will never lake me back to his heart again," sho sighed, as sho lagged down thoshadowy road toward tho pretty farmhouse. Howovor, at that instant ho hnd espied her from afar off, and ho was speeding to meet hot, all his rugged features softened with joyous surprise. "What haB sent you back so soon?" ho demanded in his straightforward and unpolished fashion. "Maybe, Angolino Emory, you aro sorry you went away as you did, and vexed with mo about nothing as you wero?" "I am sorry," sho admitted with such meek simplicity that his great tender heart was sorely disturbed lest ho had somehow grieved and wronged her. But as sho pleadingly uplifted her tearful, brown eyes, his honost coun tenance brightened, and then "J To clasped licr liko n, lovor, And ho chcurcd her soul with love." And so hand in hand, they entered tho farm-hoii80 together, and beforo tho budding flowers had faded in tho protty, country garden, she had bo como his wifo. "And Angio has done a mightily sen sible thing, too," Brother Emory al ways maintained. Well, for my part, I could nover make out why somo folks havo so much doubting and delaying aforo they know their own minds," Sister lluldah commented with hor familiar acerbity. . Mrs. Alico Lylo did not become a brido. Tho littlo drawing-room cpi Bodo hnd been a rovelation to her.and sho declined an alliance with tho ole gant Guy Arnold, and relinquished tho European trip which hnd been arrange ed as hor bridal tour. "Waters of Carlsbad. iljad is very full this season, and thero nro many American visitors. Tho population proper nnmbers 12, 000. Till tho year 1852 visitors wero welcomed with a flourish of trumpets from tho top of tho tower of tho town hall; now they receivo u demand on arrival to pay a tax of fifteen florins for tho privileges of drinking tho wa ters and listening to tho bauds which play in tho morning. Tho principal industry of Carlsbad is that of hous ing, feeding and curing invalids. fPlirktinli 1ia nlnnA ia nmnll na tvnnw na ten thousand stranger can bo nc commodated nt a time. During ths season, which begins on tho 1st of May and closes on tho 1st of Octobcrmear ly thirty thousand persons spend not less than three weeks in Carlsbad. Thero ia a great industry there in needles and pins, which aro hand made. Whon tho Gcetho was there in 1808 he sent a pound of pins as a present to his Fran von Stein,