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THI2 ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, MAY 6 1891. THE AKGUS. Published Daily and Weekly at 1G24 Second Ar enac, Rock Island, 111. J. W. potter. Publisher. Ttois Dally, 60c per month; Weekly, fS.OO per annum. All communications of a critical or arpuraenta tWe character, political or reliulous. mnst have real name attached for publication. No each arti tlclea will be printed over fictitious signatures -Anonymous 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 part. 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 world. 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 Bible. "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. (Rep.) 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 own instigation. 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. CHAPTER UL 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 down. "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 me" "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 little girl. 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 trembling lips: "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 away. 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 of it! A figure of an old man with white hair, wearing an officer's sword, stepped out of the shadow and halted. "Col. Sanchez?" The colonel looked up and responded briefly. "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 slowly. "Yes. Possibly you may have heard of the name by which I am called. 'The White Colonel?" " "The White Colonel r " repeated Col. Sanchez, springing to his feet. "Are you" 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 obey you." "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 jiccept" '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. B ABSOLUTELY PURE 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. CHAPTER IV. Tlic sister snnfc on her knees beside the bed. 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." U. S. Gov't Report, Aug. 17, 1889. Batata femfer ,M v t J. B. ZIMMER, THE WELL KNOWN erchant Tailor, M Star Block, Opposite Harper' House. ba purchased for the Spring and Slimmer of 1891, A larger and finer stock than ever. 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