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THI2 ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, MAY 6 1891.
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enac, Rock Island, 111.
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communications not noticed.
Correspondence solicited tram every township
I D Rock Island county.
Wednesday, Mat 6, 1891.
Susan B. Anthony baa some good
ideas. She believes girls should study
law so they can conduct their own di
vorce suits after marriage.
The Kansas farmer has a hard time.
No sooner had he succeeded in killing off
Ingalls than lie chinch bug and the Hes
sian fly put in an appearance and now
his time is taken up fighting these pests.
Gkbmaky has officially accepted the
invitation of the United States to take
part in the world's fair, and will at once
grant an appropriation and appoint an
imperial commission to arrange and sun
pervise the exhibit.
Tiieodoee Tiltojj ii living in Paris,
where he is writing articles on the syndi
cate system to earn subsistence and wriN
ing poems to satisfy and gratify himself.
His articles go, but his poems are to be
published only after death . This may be
a very sensible conclusion on Tilton's
Would-be Minister Blair declares that
he does not care a snap of hia fingers
whether he goes to China or not. This,
however, is not the state of mind of his
fellow-countrymen. They want him to
go, if not to China, then to Japan, or to
any other country on the other side of the
A St. JosErn (Mo) firm recently or
dered through a drummer five gross of
pins. The order was sent to the whole
sale house, by mistake, for five great
gross of pins, and now there are nearly
eight hundred pounds of pins, or 103,000
papers, at the depot in St. Joe waiting a
settlement of the matter.
James Knox Polk was the eleventh
president of the United States, defeating
Henry Clay in 1844. Ilis home in the
city of Nashville and at present occupied
by his Bged widow, has been advertisad
forsale for city taxes, amounting to $1,
000. That billion dollar congress ought
to have rendered such an indignity impoa
"U. O. D." are the mystic initials under
which a new society is announced having
for its object the proscription of Roman
Catholics in all the relations of life.
"U. O. D." must mein United Order of
Damfools. St. Louis GlobeDemocrat.
Well, Mr. Democrat, there is quite a
branch of the new order in Rock Island
and if reports are true, the membership
consists mainly of republicans.
A closed carriage dashed up to the
polling place in a Kansas city and a well
drctaed matron rathor timidly stepped out.
Seeing a young man of her acquaintance
without the rail, she ca'.Ied him to her and
placed her ballot, carefully prepared, in
bis hand, with a request that be "put it
in for me, please." Before the substitute
could explain matters she was gone, and
the ballot, of course, was not cast.
T. L. James, of New York, is a man of
manyexs. He is an ex-editor, exin
spector, ex-deputy collector, ex-postmaster
and ex-postmaster general. He is
not yet exbank president, says an ex
change. But he is likely at any time to
be bo and at the same time both extin
guished and extinct. That will be about
the time of his permanent exit from the
Btage of life.
What with its tariff laws and other ec
centricites the United States government
is not a comfortable party to a contract,
says the New York World. A contractor
named McGill agreed to import certain
Scotch enamelled brick for the congres
sional library. They were to be free of
duty. Some of the bricks, howeyer, were
found to be defective and were rejected,
and now the treasury has compelled the
unfortunate contractor to pay 45 per cent,
duty on these defective brick9. The
present administration seems to find great
pleasure in rdining any one who is wicked
enough to import anything, even at its
The foreigner, reading descriptions of
the presidential train and the fittings of
the Palace hotel in San Francisco while
the presidential party was domiciled
therein, would naturally be inclined to
scoff somewhat at American boasts o
"republican simplicity." says the New
York World. No monarch of civilized
Europe travels in such state or is receiv
ed with such pomp and ceremony. Such
regal splendor is reserved for some bar-,
barian shah or maharajan, who holds
half bis subjects in rlavery. In the pres
ent case the simile is fitting, for our
president is the choice of the protected
barons and railway monopolists, who
hold the people with a tighter grasp than
ever feudel lord held bis henchmen. Just
now tbey are providing the splendor; la
ter the people must foot the bills.
The White Colonel.
B5 ALFRED BALCH.
El Coronel Blanco.
In the conrt martial which was 1 eld
two days after, in the absence of the
coward, Rafaol Cordoba was condcrn ied
to bo degraded from Lis rank and shot
for desertion in the face of the eneny.
There areno braver nor more gallant tj ien
on earth than the Colombians, and it
was with an almost sickening feeling oi
repnlsion that men who had known tnd
loved his father voted with tears a
shameful death for that father's son.
But they never executed the senten ;e,
for Rafael Cordoba was not seen .aga in.
After the battle of Pamplona, on the Is!
of April of the following year, the List
of the war, CoL Sanchez returned tc
Cali. His father met him some miles
away. The shameful story had pie
ceded him, and he heard that Seuora
Cordoba was dead, dead of a broTnr
heart. His father seemed to Pepe to x
many years older, and strong man ;it
Col. Sanchez was he almost feared to at k
after Elodia. When at last he me:i
tioned her name Senor Sanchez brol:t
"She goes about like a ghost, my son.
At first she would not believe the story.
None of us believed it. How conld w.-'i
But then the official bulletin came, and
I saw it was true. It nearly killel
"It has nearly killed me, ray father.'
broke in Pepe's deep voice.
"Then Senora Cordoba took to her bci
and sent for the Padre Gomez. He cried
like a child as he came from her. Sh-:
never got up. and we buried her. Elodi. i
stormed about the house, declaring i;
was a conspiracy. She went to Senorn
Cordoba and never left her while sh
lived. Since then she has been quiet
but, oh! Pepe, she is so White and thin
It will make yon cry to see her eyes,'
and the fond old man sobbed as he ben1
his head and murmured a prayer for hit
Pepe's 6tern face grew sterner &9 thej
rode along in silence. When thej
reached the house he went in, and his
sister met him at the head of the stairs.
He saw her, and a great wave of pitj
swept over him as he took her in his
anus and kissed her gently. His mothei
would have spoken, but Pope checked
her by a look. Elodia busied herself
with caring for his comfort, going about
with a face that wrung the brother's
heart. Neither then nor afterward did
she ever speak of Rafael, but when,
some time in the spring of '42, she de
clared her intention of becoming a sistei
of charity, and Pepe tried to dissuade
her, she looked at him and said with
"Dost think, my brother, there is any
consolation for me except from God?'
And Pepe was silent.
So far as may be known, during the
war in Mexico between Maximilian and
Juarez, "El Coronel Blanco" The White
Colonel first made his appearance.
There are rumors concerning him during
the various revolutions ia the Central and
South American countries prior to this
time; but there is nothing certain about
them that I have ever been able to learn.
Sure it is that he joined the forces un
der Juarez, and that he cared for neither
rank nor yiy. His one request was to
be permitted to take part in the fight
ing and to be placed where there was
the greatest danger. He was a man of
average height, thin and worn, with
deep sunken eyes, in which was an ex
pression of intense sorrow.
He called himself Jose Garcia, but
was much more often addressed as "Senor
Blanco," the name given to him by the
soldiers, who were struck by the snowy
whiteness of his hair and beard. He
was intensely religious, and many spoke
of him with bated breath oh of a man
under a vow. But he was a thorough
soldier, there could be no doubt of that,
not only in his drill, but in his care for
the welfare of his men, in his knowledge
of what was needed for their health, in
his sympathy with them and his willing
ness to spend any amount of time look
ing after them. And in return his men
worshiped him. They would follow him
anywhere, confident that he would lead
them to victory. Twice during the war
the desperate charges of his regiment
turned the tide of battle. Juarez, the
greatest leader in Mexican history,
learned to lean on the white haired, silent
man as a sure support; but when the war
was over and Maximilian was dead, the
White Colonel refused all the brilliant
offers made to him, declined the wealth,
the rank, the honors which Juarez
would have heaped on him, and disap
peared. The men who banded together and
sought to free Cuba from the rule of
Spain had no more skillful volunteer
than the thin, white haired man with
the sorrowful eyes who appeared so sud
denly among them. To his strategy and
ability a goodly proportion of their power
to keep up the long struggle was due,
and he risked his life as freely as the
jvuDgcs there. His indeed
seemed to be a charmed life; death or
disease stalked by and touched him not
When the Cuban struggle failed, once
more he disappeared, but came to the
front again in the war between Peru
and Chili, fighting then on the side of
the Peruvians when their country was
invaded. That war ended he was lost
sight of until the Gaitan revolution in
Colombia in 1SS4 and 1S85. It is probable
that he took part in some of the attempt
ed rebellions against Barrios in Guate
mala, but I have no information of this
kind. No one knows nor in all probabil
ity will any one ever know where Senor
Garcia lived between the wars in which
he served or what he did to support
himself. He simply appeared when
there was work for him and disappeared
when it was done.
It does not need that 1 should attempt
here to unravel the political snarl out ol
which grew, the revolution led by
Gaitan. It is sufficient for my story
that when Gen. Mateus marched down
the valley of the Magdalena to meet
Gen. Reyes from the coast one of the
regiments of "Loyal Cauca," was under
the command of Col. Jose Maria Sanchez,
CoL Sanchez a grim, grizzled veteran
was wonderfully altered since the days
when he and Rafael Cordoba passed
Calamar on their way home from Paris.
And yet as he walked that first evening
along the bank behind the lino of sand
bags protecting the troops which filled
the little town from the bullets of the
Gaitaneros on the island across the
river, and listened to the bugles as they
rang out tho soft, sweet music of the
"Buenas Noches" "good night" call,
his thoughts went back for over forty
years. The sentries, with their steady
march up and down their posts; the
great guns, not yet in position, but lying
ready for the carriages; tho line of sand
bags; the dying fires of the men; the
very houses, which stood ghost like un
der the pall of the faint . vanished
He saw in memory on the bank be
fore him the spectral figures of twe
young men walking side by side, the
arm of one thrown affectionately around
the shoulders of the other. He seemed
to hear a gay, fresh young voice, and he
could Almost distinguish the words of
hope, of confidence in a brilliant future,
of love for home and country. I
He took his seat on a sandbag and
mechanically took from his sachel a gold
"flint and steel," with which he lighted
a cigar. He remembered, as he looked
at it with its yellow case for the tape,
the day Rafael had bought it for him
when they were in Paris, when he had
laughingly promised to keep it all his
life. He remembered, too, how he had
locked it away -with bitter thoughts in
his heart, and then twenty years after
ward, when time had mercifully softened
the grief and shame, had found it and
once more put it in his pocket. He re
membered how his father, before he died,
had brokou the silence and sent his love
to Rafael if Pepe ever met him. He
thought of that good old man's sorrow
and of his sweet sister's broken life. He
thought, too, of his friend, for Col.
Sanchez was now able to think of him as
a friend, and he wondered what had be
come of him. Was he still alive, and
where? What a pitiful story it all was!
ne had loug ago made up his mind that
Rafael's desertion had been the result of
some overmastering panic which its vic
tim had been utterly unable to conquer;
but even then, the pity of it. the pity
A figure of an old man with white
hair, wearing an officer's sword, stepped
out of the shadow and halted. "Col.
The colonel looked up and responded
"Pardon me, colonel," said the stran
ger quietly; "but I am anxious to serve
with your regiment as a volunteer. I
have applied to Gen. Reyes and I have
his permission, provided I can obtain
yours. My name is Jose Garcia."
"Jose Garcia?" repeated CoL Sanchez
"Yes. Possibly you may have heard
of the name by which I am called. 'The
" "The White Colonel r " repeated Col.
Sanchez, springing to his feet. "Are
Senor Garcia bowed.
"But, senor, I cannot allow one so dis
tinguished, so well known, to serve un
der me. It is I that should be glad to
"No, colonel, pardon me. Gen. Ma
teus and Gen. Reyes have been most
kind, and each has offered me a staff
position. But 1 would prefer greatly to
serve with your regiment if I may."
"Of course. The honor you do me is
too great for me to refuse, although I
i:aunot think to what I am indebted for
t. The captain of one of my companies
is sick, ind if you will condescend to
'The very thing of all others 1 would
like," broke in Senor Garcia eagerly.
"May I report in the morning?"
"Certainly. In the mean time may I
tot offer you a cigar?"
Senor Garcia took, the cigar, but when
be attempted to strike a light with the
flint and steel his companion extended
to him bis hands shook badly, and Col.
Sanchez was forced to offer his lighted
c gar to him. The two men then saluted,
a ad Senor Garcia walked away.
Col. Sanchez walked up and down,
uneasily conscious of something, he
knew not what, but the vision which
h id filled his mind did not come back.
On the contrary, he felt irritable with
Highest of ail in Leavening Power.
out knowing why, and finally he, too,
sought his quarters. The next morning
at daybreak he found Senor Garcia wait
ing, and before an hour had passed had
installed him at the head of his new
company. To their charge was given
the great cannon, the "Cabo Junin,"
which had been brought from Cartha
gena, and Col. Sanchez found himself
admiring the skill with which Capt.
Garcia superintended the work of placing
it in position on the bastion. He found
other things to admire before long in
the care which "The White Colonel"
for the old name was revived almost at
once showed for the comfort of his
men. When the gun was mounted the
shots told well on the camp behind the
fringe of trees bordering the island
across the river.
Tlic sister snnfc on her knees beside the
The time at Calamar was a weary
time. The Gaitaneros lay sullenly in
their intrenchments, and the govern
ment troops had no steamers with which
to attack them, so there was little fight
ing except at long range. Gen. Mateus
was sick with the fever, and the com
mand pratically devolved on Gen. Reyes,
his chief of staff. Reyes was tireless in
his work, and he had the troops well in
hand;, but for the time there was noth
ing to do but wait until boats could be
secured. Sickness broke out and the
gallant Brieeno died. Some sisters of
charity came from Carthagena to nurse
the sick who were sent to Santa Lucia,
the little village on the Dique, and so
tho routine of life in camp went on,
with a skirmish or two to break the
monotony. Col. Sanchez heard his sis
ter was at Santa Lucia with others of
the blessed order, and he was away for
two days. They had not met then for
over twenty years.
It was in August, '85, that one of these
skirmishes, a little more vigorous than
those which had gone before, took place.
The White Colonel was workiqg the can
non under his charge, and the gun was
speaking loudly and to the purpose.
Just as the last shots were fired a bullet
struck him in the shoulder, breaking the
bone badly. When it hit him he started,
but did not fall, and it was Capt. Rodri
guez he of the laughing bugle who
noticed the wound first. At his solicita
tion the wounded man consented to
leave the gun and to walk to his own
quarters, and it was a short time before
the surgeon-in-chief , Gen. Martinez, was
at work with him. At first all went
well enough, and to the many visitors
who came to ask after the distinguished
soldier word was given that he was get
ting along all right.
Col. Sanchez came back, but, stirred
by he scarcely knew what feeling, in
sisted on going with the White Colonel
when the patient was ordered to Santa
Lncia. They carried Lim there on a
stretcher, making the trip on one of the
two small steamers which plying up and
down the Dique maintained communi
cation between Calamar and its base of
supplies, Carthagena, The run to the
little village, now a hospital, was suffi
ciently pleasant, nor did the wounded
man, us he lay on his cot placed on the
forward deck, seem to feel much pain.
CoL Sanchez sat near him, but neither
cared to talk, and the well man read
while the sick man looked out on the
low, wide stretching country or glanced
at his companion. Across CoL Sanchez's
nose there rested a pair of spectacles, and
Capt. Garcia smiled in somewhat melan
choly fashion when he noticed them.
"Colonel," he said once, "let me have
your flint and steel. I like to feel it in
my hand," and Pepe, marveling great
ly, handed it to him. Landing at Santa
Lucia, the wounded man was carried up
to one of the houses, where he soon
went to sleep. In the early morning,
however, he had a slight chill, and when
the surgeon heard of it he looked grave.
This was followed by a high fever, but
toward evening the patient became
much better. He questioned Col. San
chez sharply about the symptoms, and
when he found out what they were he
sent for the surgeon, and being alone
with him asked him plainly whether
blotxl poisoning had not set in. The
medical man hesitated. (
"Do not bo alarmed to tell me. I
have seen many men die from wounds.
It is over forty years that I went to my
first war," he said with a quiet smile.
"Well, colonel, should there be a re
turn of the chill, followed by the fe
ver" began the surgeon.
"With delirium and a partial recov
ery yes, I know. But I will be sure to
have my sense to-morrow."
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