St. Louis Post-Dispatch from St. Louis, Missouri on July 22, 1900 · Page 29
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A lamp burned on the table In the hall, a sphere of light in a cube of gloom, for the shadow.) ciur.sr heavily to the ancient wainscoting. The embers" of a pitifully small fire had ceased to giow. Even the few sticks that had been burned there constituted an extravagance, for Mildred and her mother were very poor. They had the nominal ownership of the prtat, decaying mansion, but a twist of the law forbade them to sell it, or even to mortgage It for Us own preservation. Mildred shivered, perhaps, at siht of the cold hearth. A chiliy draught seemed to come down the big chimney; there was a flutter of pale blue smoke that pasped out Into the room, and Instead of fadlns? in the air. hung wavering, srew firmer and at last took definite shape. A human form appeared, at first in outline, then with some solidity of aspect, and finally In complete detail, with coloring In the clothing and even In the visage. It was a man of small stature, with a crook In his back that seemed due to age and habitual posture rather than original deformity. He wore the dress of centuries ago. with cloak and sword. His face was deeply wrinkled and severe, even menacing in its expression. Yet Mildred was not afraid; it came to her as a great surprise that phe was not. Instead of fear she felt a considerable influx of womanly dignity, the superiority of her sex, and when she addressed the apparition her tone was firm, airrTost commanding. "Why are you here?" she asked. "You know me," he replied, "and you know why I am hero. You have heard the history of your fnmi'y." Mildred trembled, and a deadly faintness began to steal upon her. "You are Sir Charles Courtney," she said. The figure nodded and said, almost as if repeating a set speech: "In accordance with my resolve, made many years ago, I have com to forbid this marriage." "I must know your reasons," sho said. "In the old days," he replied, "the Courtneys ruined themselves about every third generation by a foolish marriage. When I was the head of the houte our estates and our good name wera burdened and compromised by the results of Euch alliances. I made up my mind that it would liavo to stop." "If you mean to tell me," said Mildred, "that my marriage with John Yv"etherell will result In unnappiness. I rrplr that there is littie else In tne world. I was not taught that happiness was to be expected or ever made the leading motive of our uvts. If I were marrying him with so low an idea of life you would do wtTI to warn him, not me." "I don't know what you art talking about," rejoined the ghost; "but this I do know, if you marry John Wetherell you will regret It. Now take my advice. Find another man. You won't have to look far away." ' "You refer to our neighbor, Mr. Henry Hawkins, I suppose?" '"And why not. my lady?" cried Sir Charles. "There's a man for you, in a good way of business and with money put by. It's out of reason that you should prefer this fellow Wethcrell, a two-penny officer of tho watch." "Mr. Wethercll." said Mildred, with spirit, "is an inspector in Scotland Yard, and I hold the post to be highly honorable. He has devoted his life to the defense ot soci'ty, and though barely -5 he has attained distinction In hi3 calling. His family is not to be despised either, for he counts among his ancestors a high sheriff of England." "Well, I don't think much of sheriffs, higli or low," replied Sir Charles. "And I tell you again that if you marry Wetherell you will regret it. He's a poor man, and your mother doesn't approve of him." 'Mildred smiled somewhat bitterly. "In accordance with my custom," said the ghost, "I shrill appear again, on the third night from this, either to warn you once more or to approve your course if you yield to my advice. That will be Wednesday. "As you please," said MilJred, inclining her head slightly aa if to intimate that the interview was at an end, and at the same time moving toward the stairway. Ascending a few steps she pause 1 to take a candle from a niche and. light It. As she did so she observed that tho spectre of S.r Charles -wa extinguishing the latnp upon the table. .Mildred was Courtney upon her father's side, but her mother had imbibed a strong belief In the family legend lrom her husband. As the apparition's voice was in such perfect tune with her own desires, Mrs. Courtney naturally held Its warning to be heaven-sent, and she besought Mildred not to disregard it. The girl, though deeply affected, would promise no more than that she would lay the facts before her lover without delay. As early as might be upon the following morning Mildred sent a telegram to Wetherell at Scut-land Yard, and in response to it the young man came out from the city that evening. Inspector Wetherell was precisely the Ideal policeman. He was just six feet In height, and very broad across the shoulders. His face was regular in outline and distinctly handsome. Mentally he was extremely well equipped for his work. Moreover he was gifted with unyielding perseverence and tenacity. He was not the man who would admit his own unworthiness upon the unsupported allegations of a family ghost. "This Is a very serious matter," said he when Mildred had told her story, "but we must not forget that it rests on Sir Charles' word alone. Let him bring proofs. If he knows anything against me he must state it in the form of a complaint and support it with legal evidence. Don't you think so. dearest?" "I can't think at all," said Mildred. "I feel too terribly sorry." "What kind of a man was Sir Chrales when he was alive?" asked the Inspector. "I'm sure I don't know." replied Mildred. "He was a baronet In the time of Charles II." "Well, It doesn't do to believe a man Just because he Is a baronet," said Wetherell. "I'll have to look him. up. If there's any way of getting at his record I must have it. Then again, what's his motive?" "He takes a deep interest in the family," said Mrs. Courtney. "That's what he says," rejoined the Inspector, "but the matter will stand investigation. He's done this sort of thing before, and I want to know why. If there's any list of the marriages he has tried to prevent I'd like to examine it. Terhaps we can work down to him and find out his method. Tell me, Millie, did he look you straight in the eye when he was telling his story?" "No. he didn't." answered the girl promptly. The Inspector slapped his knee with his right hand, and his face took on a look of satisfaction as he glanced from Mildred to her mother. "The case begins to look better," he said. "There's a very good clew that I haven't said one word about, and I'm not going to mention it until I have had a little more time for investigation. Xow then, where can I get the facts about Sir Charles?" "Our oius!n, Mr. William Courtney of London, knows all about the family," replied Mildred. "He has histories and documents going back hundreds of years." Inspector Wetherell Jotted down the address of Mr. William Courtney in his little black book as hp rose to go. "You will come again soon?" cried Mildred. "On Wednesday evening," replied the inspector, g-lancing at the open book. "I have an engagement here with the ghost of Sir Charles Courtney." The early hours of Wednesday evening brought neither word nor man; It was nearly 11 o'clocK when he entered the ancient hall where Miidrea and her mother sat In silence and the girl in tears. She took both his hands, and then drew back scared by his looks. He was haggard and hollow-eyed, and anxiety had aged him beyond belief. "I have been at work upon this case night and day," he said. "I have not slept since Monday, except a few minutes at a time In 'Jjusses and trains. Our case looks bad, Millie, dear, very bad. I've worked down to our man thoroughly, and I'm afraid. I'm very much afraid, dearest, that he's all rig-ht." "He may be a good man and yet do a bad deed," raid Mildred. "He may have left no record of wrong end ctlll be bad at heart." "No, sweetheart," said Wetherell. gently. "A good man doesn't do wrong things, and a bad ma.l always leaves a record. Honest folks are honest, and crooks are crooks, to the end of t:me and eternity." M.ldred was moved to tears by his conviction, yet she fund strength ti say. "Even a man may be mistaken." "I've looked that point up alio." he naM sadly, "and I fir.d th.t family ghosts are always well up in their facts. That Is the record, and there's rio going back of it. Millie, there's but one chance for us. You know I'd give you up and die brokenheartedcheerfully, if a fellow can do such a thing rather than bring you sorrow In our marriage. Yet there is one chance. Tell me. sweet-' heart, where did Sir Charles stand during your interview?" "Just behind that chair." said Mildred. Wetherell ank into a seat and buried his face in his hands while he murmured softly and many times: "He blew out the lamp; he blew cut the lamp." At that njoment the sound of the midnight chimes was Iwafted through the window. Mildred's glance turned from hr lover to the spot that she had indicated a few moments before. "There!" she cried. 'There Is Sir Charles!" And indeed the shadowy figure stood once more in the old hall. Wetherell regarded It Intently and with evident emotion, yet the spectre seemed even more disconcerted. "Well." he cried at last, "have you made up your mind?" Mildred wis about to reply, when Wetherell checked her .fc ith a gesture. "As I understand It," saM he, addressing the ghost, "You are here In the Interest of Mr. Henry Hawkins." "Yes. sir; I am," said the ghost, "and a flna man he is, I'll be bound." "A fine man. is he?" rejoined Wetherell. "Have you looked him up?" "I know ail about him," replied the spectre. "O, you do?" sail Wetherell. "Then you know, for one thing, that he is dirtctly descended from your own butir." The ghost shifted about uneasily. "Well, sir. what of that?" he demanded. "Many a fine gentleman today woulj find worse than, butlers behind him if ho should go back 300 years in his family." "None of them could find worse people than this particular butler," said Wetherell. "He wa a rascal of the moat perfect type. Why, you yourself had him sent to prison, and nearly had him hanged. I've looked the whole case up." "It's of no consequence whatever," eatd the ghost. "Bygones are bygones" "Xot in my profession," replied the Inspector. "We deal with two things, records and motives. Now what may your motive be for recommending this scion of an iniquitous race who Is himself far from honest?" The ghost's eyes roamed round the room, and at last seemed to find some comfort In the aspect of Mrs. Courtney. "I want to find a good husband for this girl." said he, "and one that her mother approves of." "Very well," said Wetherell, and observing that Mildred sank into a chair exhausted by the strain of this Interview, he also seated himself. "Why don't you sit down, Sir Charles?" The rhost hastily and amkirardly sat down. Wetherell, with his elbows on the table, regarded the apparition Intently. "I w 11 tell you vhat is a fact." said he at last: "it's all up, my man. The game is over. I know ou." "Why. what ! you mean?" cried Mildred. "Jle blew out the lamp," replied Wetherell: "that was my first clew. Who blows out tha lights and lo. k up tho house w hen th famidy goes to bed? who stanJs up when others are seated? Who stands 1 hind tht chair at tha head of the table? Is It lr Charles CourtneU baronet? Not for a thousand to try to frlxhten a flrl out of marrying an honest man and Inli marrying a oamp? Is It Sir Charles, whose honor wis spotless and his eye keen to detect a knave? I say never. Mildred, darling, we are dealing with, an Importer. This is the ghost of Sir Charles sco ;n!relly butler, the original Henry Hawkins. Pefore Mildred con". 1 sufficiently command her faculties to reply they all saw the ahost lej out of his choir and fprlr.g back In alarm. Instantly there appeared a tall and oourtly figure with cloak and swvrd. He bowed gracefully to the ladies and wavtd his hand politely as if to ask their pardon in advance for something that ha was about to do. Then with dignity but great energy he kicked the ghost of Henry Hawktna through the front door which was c'ed at tha time, so that a roost extraordinary visual effect was produced. "Madame," salj he, "and rretty Mistress Mildred, what's this I hear of a marriage with jwir rascally neighbor? Has this masquerading villain who stole an old family secret as In life he stole everything he could lay his hands upon persuaded you by the use of it to think favorably of so mean a man?" "He's got wind of your letter," whispered Wetherell to Mrs. Courtney. Hut the good lady was beyond speech. Hha merely stared at Sir Charles and said not a -word. "That is all happily ended," said Mildred; "but we htank you very much for your vinit. Sir "He's got wind of your letter," whispered Wetn-erelil." "I have not the least objection," responded tha baroi.et. "We brought that rascal to book most admirably. I arrived in time to hear a part cf If, and very shrewd work it was, uion my honor. "I thank you. sir." said Wetherell modestly. "My success came from adherence to fixed principals of action upon which all good police work depends. To separate Mildred and nx was a crime, and when crime Is committed we. In my profession, turn with confidence to the criminal class. Thus I caume across tha record of your butler, and with that at my command the result was certain. For If a man Is a crook his ghost will be a crook, and If there is such a thing aa the ghost of a ghost that also will be crooked." NINE Ss LOUISANS of various ages and occupations WERE BORN AT SEA. Each Has Related for the Sunday Post-Dispatch, as Nearly as He Knows or Can Remember, His Unique Life Story. SONG OF ST. LOUIS' BORN-AT-SEA CLUB. For I mlfht have been a K'l-sinn, Or a Krein limiiii, Turk or I'nissian, Or erlinis Italian; But la Fi'ite of nil temptations To belong io ether mitiuiis, I became Americas. 4 --- IiN St. Ijouis there tire nine men who were born at sea. Did they choose to orKunizo a I'.orn-at-Se.i Club, they might adopt for ttho club son. the foregoing parapluase of the familiar coxswain's font; In "Pinafore. " According to International law, a ptrsoi born at sea may decide hU own nationality, lie is freo to become n citizen of a.ny country he may Select. These men Jill ot-cluretl taemschea American. Here they art-: John Anderson, foundry employe, 3307 Hickory street. Herman Kumle, machinist. 1417 Salisbury atr-et. Jacob J. Octter, grocer, Blair avenue and Jdonroe street. James fcprolt, driver, SJ4 Sautih Sixth atreet. Fred l.lock, cooper, 3G33 Hebort street. 1twreme Stephens, retired merchant, 42K1 Kossuth avenue. Frederick W. Coons, painter, 230 nagel avenue. jcirga J. Schubert, deputy city collector. North Broadway. Henry O. Be H. y, driver and street car man, tH7 MadiKun street. OriginaJly there were eleven born-at-sea citizens of fct. Bouls. Capt. John Ilae. who died at the Masonic Sloine. la;;t Sunday, was born on a vessel owtici by (his father, while crossing the English Channel. He was S4 years of age. In hlj youth ho was apprenticed ca a Bailor ind finally became tihe, captain cf a vessel. He had resided in it. Louis many J tarn. Jacob I'loch, who resided at 3T,15 Cozens avenue, was also horn at sea. Several months ago-ho. gave up his residence in ft. Bouls fctid became an Inmate of the Illinois Soldiers and Sailors' Home at (junlcy. Euch of the nlnn men has related to the Sundajr l'ost-Dlspatoh, as nearly aa ho knows or can remember, his unique lifa history. w By Jacob J. Octter. I WAS born. I think, in the Guff of Mexico. At least that is about how I ilffure It. You see my father anil mother were coming to this country from llavaria. They sailed from Bremen tfept. I, 1S0S. That date la exact, tH.cau.se I got It from my mother, who is still living in this city at SM Kn.ipr Ftreet. They took passac on a trolling vet-sol and did not reach this country until Nov. 10. Then they landed at New Orleans. I was born Oct. 80. At that rate the ship must have entered the gulf by the time I was born. I don't know the name of the ship positively. My tnotJher does not speak Kngilsh. and from the way shn pnnoutK-s its name in German, It sound like "Terry Green." But I doubt very mueh if a boat sailing from a German xrt would have such a muin- I have Jived nearly all my life in fit. tvouls and have bi'en In .tin grocery toualr.iaa iur several yaia. - I have always been able to vote, not-witthstan ling the fact that the sea was my birthplace. By James Sprott. J WAS born somewhere cn the high seas In th'3 year 1S44, but I am unable to tell ju.st Where. I was too young at the time to look at the chart. My parents were coining over from the Fatherland in a German ship. I do not even know the name of the ship nor tha pott from which fcbe sailed. It was a long while ago, and I was very young, ycti know. I have often heard my parents talk about tho voyage over, but somehow it never occurred to jno to ask tho name of the vessel which was my birthplace. We landed at New Y'ork. I have lived in St Louiis for fifteen years, but before ftiat I was a rover; kind of natural, I gr;ess, for a man born on a moving vessel to be a rover. I traveled pretty much all over this country betore I concluded to settle down. I'm the sort of man that likes to tako things easy, so I'm not worrying about where I was born. By George J. Schubert. I WAS born on the Atlantic fifty-nine years ago. What part of it, I don't know. My rarents were coming from Bavaria to New Orleans at the tima anil they sailed, I suppose, from Bremen. I spent my early years in St. Louis, and during tho war enlisted in an Ohio regiment while it was encamped in St. Louis. I am a member vf Harding- Post, G. A. K., and sin connected witlh the city collector's office. The name of the ship I was born on and tho rest of tho circumstances connected with my birth I do not know. By Lawrence Stephens. 1AM nearly 73 years old. I was born on the Atlantic Ocean while the ship, the name of which I do not remember, was carrying my parents to Baltimore km Jmmf n- sml J ImMf pi J h- . WifK teg? Each Was Entitled, Under International Law, to Become a Citizen of Any Country, but All Chose to Be Americans. from their old home in Hesse-Darmstadt arriving here with five on Nov. 12 of that many years ago and went into the shoe on the Rhine. The date of my birth was ear. So the Ship was three weeks tlis- business. I am retired now and res.de Pept. 21, 1S1"7. I have a record of my tunce at sea when I Vas torn. here witlh my son, William Stephens, at family history. It allows that my parents, My father located In St. Charles County, the northeast corner of Kossuth and Red-Mr and Mrs. Adam Stephens, sailed from near CottleviUe, after ci miug- to this bud avenues. I am an American citizen the old country with four children in 18:17, ffruntry. I cam to St. Louis from there as much as any man who was born in this country. I was born nearer to the ahores of this country than to those of any other. By Harry G. Leroy. I WAS born aboard the ahlp Verenecia off the coa-st of Newfoundland. My father was captain of a soiling vessel which followed Bhe American coaat lino from Newfoundland all the way down to Rio Janeiro. My parents lived aboard the Verenecia end I was born one morning in lS'S, shortly after the vessel left tha Newfoundland shores. I was brought up, I might say, at sea, tut when I was 13 years of age I tired of a salt water life and went ashore. I drifted from one town to another and finally becemo a dime miwura freak. I was the human pin cushion. You couH etick my body full of pins without drawing blool. But I got married and quit that. I came to St. Louis and worked for a lima company. Then I became an employe of the St. Louis Transit Co. When the strike was declared. I was work In on the welding rrachine the machine used to weld the tracks. I was a union man and went out. Now I am drlvirg an ice wagon. I hnve a wife and six dhlldren to support, and being an ex-freak and a eon of the briny deep doesn't help me buy bread and butter. .. u . By John Anderson. I'M a real African, for I was born on board a slave bhip S3 year.s ao. My mother was comlrg over here to be sold int slavery. The ship left the coast f Africa and carr.e stiaight to the Virginia shore. My mjther was taken to ItichmonJ, where she lived for some eais and I was brought up. I saw some hard knocks while I was in slavery', but I'm pretty spry yet for a man who will be M his next birthday, i still woik (hard in the Iron foundry nivl feol like a yt uugster. WHITE MEN WHO HAVE LED SAVAGE FIGHTERS- THAT highly civilized men should desert their kind, Join savage races, and actually tight against their own countrymen sounds almost incredible. Yet thero are many instances of the kind, and in nine cases out of ten these deserters from civilization adupt all the worst traits of the people thry join, and often surpass them In cruelty and cunning. In Cochin China, where the French hnv for nearly twenty years been carrying on a relentless warfare against the bloodthirsty pirates who infest .tha coasts, and especially the great rivers, the naval and military forces every now and again discover that the pirate chiefs whom they succeed in capturing are Europeans. One of these men had deserted from the French army, and hud becom one of the principal lieutenants of the black flag or pirate force of the dreaded chief and mandarin, Doo Tlch. In the Soudan the Khalifa had a large number of Europeans under his orders. Including the ex-I'russian sergeant " of artillery, Klot, and an ex-Austrian officer, who now bears the name of Inger; while his principal lieutenant, the celebrated Osman DlKtia, was the son of a French shopkeeper, was born In Rouen, and baptised in 'he magnificent cathedral of that ancient iS-ital of Normandy. Quite a number of other Freneh-nen en-dea voted to join the dervishes in the Soudan to fight against the English, and the Marquis of Mores, married to the daughter of Banker Louis' Hoffman of New York, lost his life while on bis way to Khartoum. Another case is that of Oliver I'ain, one of the most prominent leaders of tlie French Commune In 1S71. He was condemned to death for his participation In the insurrection, but h'.s sentence was subsequently commuted to one of penal servitude for life In New Caledonia. He su.vecH In effecting his escape, made his way to "-u" rope, and then to Khartoum, and ottered his services to tho Mahdi. For many jearsio was In high favor with the prophet, but finally Incurred his displeasure and wa? burled alive. Both in Egypt and Turkey there are quite a large number of pashas who are nothing more nor lei-s than deserters from more civilized countries. Thus Omar pasha was an Austrian by birth, and served In tirs Austrian army under the name of Mikail Von Lottas. Old Cherlf rasha, who was on numerous evasions prime minister of Egypt, was a son of that French general, De Selves, who reorganized the army of Meheniet All on a European footing, and embraced Mohnmme-alani&tn with the ' object f increasing hit ... , . ... - t. -- influence over his troops. One of the most Interesting renegades of this kind was old Seft-r Pasha, whose real n one was Cour,t Kiisrieleky. and who, whl' holding the rank of lieutenant-colonel i.i the Prussian army, had the misfortune to kill in a duel his commanding offl er. Count Klelst. This led him to expatriate ilmself, and, joining tho Turkish army, he ilstinsuls.ied himself during the Crimean wat an a member of the staff of the Turkish otjmmander-ln-ch!ef, Omar Pasha. Subsequently the count, who had meanwhile becotjo a. convert to Moiiammendanlsm, under the name of Scfer Pasha, transferred his vioe to Khedive Ismail of Esypt. Then there is Mehemet AH Paslia, who, after taking a leading part in tk last Turko-Kussian war, was tent by tha Sj-tan aa one of the Ottoman plenipotei.'jarfe. to the Berlin Congress of 1S73. He nT(wTj escaped being arrested on that occiiWi by the Prussian military authorities as a ve-sertcr, huvlng at one time held a omris-slon as a lieutenant in the Third Reg!m.nt of Foot Guards. During the last war between England af j the great Matabeie tribe under King Lohen. gula. the latter owed much to the advIU .and assistance of an American of the name of Wbittaker. an tx-sergeant ot the Cn:teJ States artillery. PRIEST AS DEPUTY SHERIFF. TTY. EV. FATHER HENDRICK. rector St. KBiiipefs Catholic church, at Rochester, New York, beit.g b.tterly opposed to the open saloon on Sundays, has had himself sworn in as a deputy sheriff at Charlotte, a suburb of that city, with full power to arrest any youth of his parish found disorderly or under the inlluetine f 11-juor. The reverend father spends his Sunday leisure hours at such places as are likely to be patronized by members of his flk, and while naturally of a kind and gentle nature, he allows nothing to interfere with his sense cf right and wrong, and is ever ready to bring the law-breaker to Justice. Father Hendrlok Is one of the most noted priests In New Y'ork State. In addition to being rector of one of tha largest and best known churches in Rochester, he la vice-president of the Humane Society, an officer of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children and a member of . the state board of regents. Father Ilendrark Is a firm believer in law and order. Speaking of his appointment as deputy sheriff he said: "I have long anticipated this itep, but until recently I did not care to have my i nauiitj mf iiLiunea in connection wiijx pouct) 'news. Some rrau!arltles of late, which I waa powsrls a la prevent without balo aa authorized deputy, caused me to hesitate no longer, and being sworn In I have used my power whenever In my opinion It has been necessary. "Although I have been a deputy for over a week now, I have made but two arrests the first In the case of a driver who was unmercifully whipping a horxe scarcely ahie to move his own body, to say nothln? of the heavily lad-n wagon to which lie was attached. My second arrest was made last Sunday, when public decncy was greatly shocked by the vile and olxcene language used by a drunken loafer on tha street In the vicinity of my church." The reverend father went on to) state tht h-a would not make use of his power unless cases were brought directly under his attention, and that he did not seek for any notoriety in this line. V A WORLD'S MATCH TRUST. FRENCH capltalis-ts have submitted a proposition for the control for S years of tha sale of matches In Venezuela. These capitalists are member of the syndicate that has similar monopol!' In Colombia. Bolivia. Guatemala and other countriea. The law provides tal prlcea are to b died by tha revtromnt, ana are never to aaoaed yraeent yrtoasv ,' I recollect a whole lot about the Civtl war. I was In it myself. Of course I didn't fight, but I went aa a body servant for my old master, who was a Federal cf fleer. After the war was over I became my own master. I came to St. Louis, where I Hva witlh my wife In tills little brick cotUge and enjoy Ufa. By Herman Runde. I'M a salt-water man, havfng been born on the high seas 69 years ago. My parents came from Deustedt in faxony. I don't kiior the name of the ship I waa born on. but I know it was twelve wet ks out in the Atlantlo from Europe when my birth occurred. Six wetks later, wa arrived in New Orleans. My father went to St. "harles County, Missouri, after reaching this country, and remained there until hla death. I came to St. Louis when a young nran and bame a. machinist. I have lived here continuously since. By Frederick Block. IWA3 born vnder tha American flag. That much I know, but I cannot tell you tha name of the al.lp. Often Z have heird my parents say that I waa born under the stars and atripes, anl that is enough to prove that I am an American citizen. When I er.llstoj In the Union army I " was i ut down as American-born. I enlisted here In St. Louis and served under Gen. C. Freeman, aling the Missouri river,' I saw the Camjt Jackson fight, but waa not in it. I have lived in St. Louis fifty-seven years, and I suppose I am entitled to bo callnd a native. My parents cam from 1 lancer anl settled In Ripley County. Indiana, Though I don't kr.ow the name of tha fl 'p on wliHi. I was born, I do know tliat , I fit st saw the. lrht of the world on , Christmas day, 1M7. I'm a sort of Christinas gift to the great American nation,, and you can't call ma a tnan without a country. By Frederick W. Coons. I W AS torn on a raii'ng vessel tj year ago tho 3d of last o-t .br. My father had prccejed my mother to the United Ftates bv ahout six months. He waa at Nf.w Orleans'. My mother sailed from Gr- ' jntr.y In a French vsnral. which was seven r eight weeks making the voyaga. Three l.umjdl miles frt m New Orleans 1 became a pas-nger on the vesel. My father mnt us at New rlins artd v-ry soon trier landing wa tame to St. Lou's. I hnve been a resident of St Louis about all my life. xcpt thtra year thai I trrved In the Union erany durlna; rh Ctvat war. I am or ot the youngest vrtersna. I entered the army whn oniy It years oil. tv1 was In Ooropany C. Twenty-ninth Missouri Volunteers, of whloh Jn . Cavender, father of tha poase cortrttatua colonel, waa the flrt comroarwW. I waa In the First Hr!gaJ. con4 Itvtafcw, Fifteenth Army CV rpa, ant was la tha a4- vance guard of flherman'a march tha sea. My army servU-a bef.-ra I waa of s,g made ma a tit It- of tha United Sta4. s born 1-ss.r anoagti me Anertsas . though I brrve I to the oast u

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