The Oregon Scout.
VOL. II.
UNION, OREGON, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3.1, 1885.
NO, 18.
I
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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,