Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, February 20, 1888, Page 3

ATRACIC TALE OF TOMBSTONE | BSoclety and Politios in an Arizona City. A BITTER FACTIONAL FIGHT A Stage Coach Robbery—One of the Most Desperate Battle on Record ~A Bkeich of the Notori- ous Earp Family. St. Louis Republican: The Bird Cage opera house was the most popular institution in Tombstone from 1879 to 1982. William H. Hutchison, always called Billy, was the proprietor. The Bird Cage wasa big frame building sit- uated on Allen street, the principle thoroughfare of the town. There was a bar in front and a stage in the rear of a large hall on the ground floor. It was a story and a half high, and up- stairs were arranged twelve boxes, six on each side, and back of the stage was 8 wineroom. The Bird Cage wus the headquarters of all the bloods of Tomb- stone, and between 8 at night and 5 in the morning it was one of the liveliest institutions in the western country. There was an excellent variety troupe always maintained, and the bar gen- erally gave employment to three bar- tenders twenty-four hours daily. The Bird Cage was the soul of Tombstone at night. If you wanted to meet a leading lawyer, a mine or mill superintendent, the sheriff of the county, the chief of police, the mayor of the city, the editor of any of the daily papers or any of the bright particulur stars of desperadodom the chances are that if you penetrated the Bird cage you would have found them. Asa general rule all the male population of Tombstone not otherwise engaged spend the night at the Bird cage. And such nights as they were during 1879, 1880 and 1881. Phew! It is enough to make the hair ttand even at this distance, to veflect on them. In 1880, the factional fights in Tomb- stone were at the zenith of their desper- ation. Virgil Earp was the city mar- shal and John H. Behan was the sherift of the county. Between these two offi- cials there was a deadly feud. Behan was a democrat, an honest man, a good official and possessed many of the attri- butes of a gentleman. Karp was the head of a band of deperadoes, a repub- lican, a partuer of stage robbers and a friend of gamblers and profes- sional friends. It was the cus- tom that the friends of Behan should occupy 3he boxes on the right of the stage and that Earp's followers and friends should hold_the boxes on thn left of the stuge. What pleased the Behan people was certain to displease Earp people, and if applause or dissent on one side or the other became too en- thusiastic shooting was sure to ensue. Johnny Behan was a little thorough- bred. He would fight a buzz-saw in full motion, and after doing up his worst enemy he would give him his last cent if the prostrate foe needed it. Virgil Karp was equally brave, but he was dishonest. Virgil was the oldest of the famous, or rather infamous, Karp family. At that time the people of Cochise county. of which Tombstone was the county seat, were in reality di- vided between two factions—the stage robbers and cow robbers. Now, I do not mean to imply that all the people of Co- chise county were either stage robbers or cow robbers, but it is s fact that all the peovlo, through the machinations of politics, were aligned with either one faction or the other. The current name for the stock thieves was the rustlers, while the stage robbers were known as such. A cancatenation of cir- cumstances brought it about that the democratic rtisans were known as rustlers, while the republicans were called stage robbers. Sheriff Behan, though not a cowboy or a rustler him- self. was solidly supported by the cow- boys, the ranchmen, and the wander- ing cavaliers who had nothing to-day, but were possessed of their neighbor’s live stock to-morrow. The connection of the Earps with the stage robbers was a matter of question, suggestion and suspicion for some time. About the beginning of 1882, however, the posi- tion of the Earps was brought out straight. The agent of Wells, Fargo & Co, in Tombstone was named Barshal ‘Williams. The agent and the Earps were great friends. They ate together, played together, fough and killed side by side and were chums at all times. 'he agent of the ox‘)reml company at Tombstone was the only man in the set- tlement who knew to a certainty the value of the freight thatleft Tombstone on the stage. It happened that the stage was never attacked and robbed only when the booty was considerable. This, of course, engenered some talk, but nobody - could prove anything. Agent Willinms and the Earps were like two brothers. Virgil Earp was the city marshal of Tombstone, his brother, ‘Wyatt, was the boss killer of the region, nnfi another brother, Warren, was the chief express guard on board stages car- rying valuable ex‘)rons freight between 'ombstone and the railroad station at Contention. When the stage was robbed, a8 it was whenever there was anything worth taking on board, the city mar- shal of Tombstone and his brothers always organized a posse to pursue the robbers. This was profitable employ- ment for the Karps and very ex- pensive for the express com- pany. Well, to make a long story short, it was discovered after a while that Agent William and the Earps had formed a combine for express robbery. ‘Whenever the nfivnt had a valuable consignment of bullion of currency he ave Nirgil Earp the tip, and he posted is trusty and reliable men along the road; and his brother Warren, on the stage front as guard, was careful to be caught so thur he had to obey an order to throw up his hands when ordered. It was an ntoroxallnF enterprise. The agent, & partner of the thieves, piped off the booty to the thieves, and when the robbery was affected, the thieves were entrusted with the capture of themselves. Of course, the Earps al- ‘ways put the blame of the robberies on the rustlers. This was properly re- sented by the rustlers, and a feud dangerous to life and property, ensued. One beautiful evening in the fall of 80, Tombstone was excited with a rumor that the stago coach had been robbed about four miles from town. Occurrences of this kind were so fre- uent that on‘liy ?N“mmml robbers, or those affiliated with them, sympathetic- ally for political purposes, were more than ordinarily heated up. The town talk, of course,” was full of the enter- prise. It was more daring than usual, and the boot amounted to $25,000. The Earp people were full of enterprise to tup & posse to pursue the robbers. 'he Behan people were laughing and insinuating ly that if the Earps would go into jail themselves the |h‘l;;3-dwnrl(} b‘l’k leouted.h ’l‘haroi was a leal of talk amgng the partisans on the streets, and about \loP\'-lluck, as one of the stars of the variety stage at the Bird Cage was doing her fine work the Behans applauded her, The Earps, On the other side of the hall; hissed, All of a sudden shots were cxchanged, and the ball opened. Shooting at the Bird Cage was noth- ing unusual, but as there were twelve men killed within its precincts the night I write of, afew details may not be out of place. Johnny Behan and Jack Ringo were sitting in & box on the east side of the house. On fthe knees of each sat one of the linnews of the cage. The Earps were on the other side, and there were words not passable in these col- umns frequently exchange. Dolly Adams, a new arrival from San Francisco, whose reputation had pre- ceded her, was singing on the stage. It happened that the night before she had gone o supper with Curley Bill, Jack ingo’s bosom friend, and, of course, this made her a foe of the Earps. The rustlers cheered her efforts and the stage robbers groaned her. The Behan people made some remarks about the singer not being on the inside of stage robberies,and the Earp peopla answered that the stage robbers, with all their faults, were never mean enough to be appreciated by Behau. While these remarks were being exchanged Ned Curtis of the Earp faction was leanin back in his chair and his boots, spirre and muddled, rested on the slender par- apet. All at once Curley Bill lost putience, pulled his gun and s bullet went through the foot of Curtis. This was the signal for shooting. The men in the boxes turned loose on each other. The hall below was crowded, and as the shooting began there was a rush for the door. The actors who were aligned with the factions according to their jealousy, took & hand in the proceedings. Pistols kept popping for twelve minutes, and then the rustlers found themselves in posseossin of the house. When the smoke cleared away twelve dead men and seven badly wounded, representing both sides, were found. mong the wounded was Barshall Williams, the agentof the express compnndy. Williams was badly wounded, and Dr. McSheedy told him he was going to die. Unde the shadow of death, as he sup- posed, he made a full confession. He told that there was a partnerghip bee tween himself and the Karps, and that as agent of the express cempany he gave away to the Eurps all the big consign- ments. The Earps run Tombstone and the stages. They were the thieves, and they were chosen to capture the thieves. In the fulfillment of both positions they did their duty well. Wyatt Earp, when Williamr made bis confession was on a hunt for the robbers in the surrounding hills. When he returned he heard of Williams’ confession and immedi- ately prepared to defend himselt. Behan, the sheriff. was sustained by the Clantons, McLowrys and Ringo, and the Earps, with their followers, armed and prepaved to resist. The Earps were sustained by the republicans and the repubiican governor of the ter- ritory, and by the republican adminis- tration at Washington. The president was induced by republican representu~ tions in Arizona to issue a proclamation ordering the cowboys to disperse and fig to their homes in peace. The cow- vs were, in reality, the posse the sheriff had summoned to arvest the stage robbers. The presidential proc- lamation, however, had the effect of making the criminals the law officers, and the law officers, and the law officers the disturbers of the peace, and not- withstanding the revelation of Williams the Earps continued to lord it over Tombstone. How the Earps and their followers were dethroned will be told in a subsequent chapter. [ SHE ‘SOT” HER STAKES ON THE WRONG CLAIM. Written for the Bee by Catharine Foos. “I dou’t think Jake will be here with the mail to-night,” Sadie said, asshe saw Lettie looking nervously toward the road. ‘‘It is getting dark, and he probably will not stop.” 4“0, yes, he will. I told him that I particularly wanted my mail,” “But, Lettie,” Sadie said, reprov- ingly, “you kuow it must be a mile be- fore our trail strikes Wilson's, and two miles is quite a distance on a dark night.” “Well, T will goover and meet him, then,” Lettie answered.” “Maybe Hen will ride over after sup- per, if Jake does not come,” was the reply. Hen coming in at this time, Lettie asked: “If you are not too tired, would you not as lief ride out to meet Jake? It seems too bad for him to come two miles after dark,” “*Well, I should smile!” came the reply, “You must think I haint been doing nothing all day.” *“Well, what have you been doing?” Lettie asked, looking at him steadily. “I have been riding after them blamed cattle, and that’s enough.” Lettie did not answer. ‘She and Sadie had been washing, and as the well was out of order, had carried the water nearly a half mile. She gave him a look of scorn and began busying herself setting the table. “Lettie was thinking of walking over to Wilson’s trail, and I thought per- haps fvou would go instead,” ie said, timialy. “Well, let her go—the lazy whollop!” Hen answered, in his brutal manner. “She might as well begin one time as another to learn to rustle for herself. Dick haint a been doing nothin all day. Let her take Dick. 1 suppose,” he continued, pull- ing his chair up and planting his feet on the hearth of the stove, so that Sudie had to walk around him in passing from the table to the stove. **May be she thinks she will see some- thing of that man Furman., Well, I never saw any girl so tuk_ with a man as she is, and he a married man at that, Now there’s Bob Wilson, worth two of him, to my notion. Yes, worth two of him, and );:'uuy well fixed with a real good bunch of cattle of his own, besides :hu&y his father will give him some ay. Lettie shot a disgusted look at her sister, but said nothing. “I'll tell you,” Hen went on,as though addressing an unseen publie, *“‘that fel- low would make things move, if he wanted to. He don’t have those fine black eyes for nothing.” And then he hugged his kneesand laughed. Lettie supposed he meant herself by *‘things,” and Bob Wilson had never before ap- peared so unfavorably in her eyes. After supper Lettie took her bound jacket and started out. Sadie followed. “Take Dick,” she 'said gently, ‘‘and Lettie, if Bob happens to come ' along shall I keep him until you come back?" Lettie looked at the thin, brown face wondered how any sentiment could be behind those hard, pinched features. It seemed to her that the winds, the continuous, relentless winds, must have dried out any feelings that she had brought from civilization. Poor Sadie! She was afraid of everybody—as much of Lettie us of Hen. She stooped and kissed her wnderly, sadying: *Do just as you please, Sadie,” and in a short time was cantering across the country with her faithful Jack following. Reaching the road she stopped & mo- ment, aud looked around. The ride had exhilarated her a little, and she began toblame herself for the discontented life she led. Hen in the family, and father's death, ~ findin, themselves with very little mouey, an been . /. no means of support, her mother had decided to go out west and take up some land. Hen had immedintely become one of the family, and Sadie had mar- ried him. Her mother succumbed to the hardships and disappointments of such a lifeand died. After stopping a few minutes, Lettie began to have that same depressed feel- ing, that always came over her when out at night in the wilderness of sand- hills. In whichever direction she looked she would see the uneven tops of the sandhills, outlined against the murky light of the horizon, and the stillness was 0 intensc she almost feared to move. The dog had curled down be- side Dick, who with his ears pricked stood “flrlectly still, as though wonder- ing what this incustomary proceeding meant. All at once the silence wus broken by the howling of coyotes. She had heard them many times, before, but to-night when one would prolong his cry to a long howl and another would join with a quick, sharp bark, and then would come that wierd chorus that only apack of coyotes can make. Lettio shuddered, she began to think the still- nessless terrible. Jack barked furi- ously in spite of her efforts toquiet him. But finally the coyotes became quiet and silence again reigned until the pum, bird set up his mournful reproac against nature generally. After a little time Lettie became awure, by the way Dick threw his head and gave little emphatic snorts, that something was C()mhlg. She waited only a few moments, and saw distinctly coming down the trail whatappeared to be a two-horse team. There was no an- swer to her hello and the team was just going past when she discov- ered that there was no driver. She shouted to the horses and they stood still. She, dismounted, examined the wagon, but still found no one. She soon discovered, however, that it was Furman’s train, Had some one way- laid and robbed him, ending their work by killing him? Where was he? She would drive back to Johnson's and_see. Hitching Dick to the end of the light wagon, she started back over the well- worn trail, wondering what next would befall her. As she reached the point— the opehing in the sandhills between two valleys—Jack stopped and barked furiously. She got out and soon dis- covered that the dark heap in the road was Mr. Furthan. She felt his face and hands, trcmblinf in every limb and fearing she would find blood or some other evidence of foul play. But no he was warm and natural. Leaning down and trying to rouse him, she soon dis- covered, from the strong scent of his breath, what the trouble was. He was dead drunk, and had evidently fallen from the wagon after fastening the lines to the dash board. She stepped away a moment, the tears coming to her eyes. ‘What next would come to her? Should she leave him there? A cold wind was now blowing, and a blizzard might come up any minute. She listened to his heavy snoring, and had such aloath- ing for anything like_this, she could not make up her mind to touch him, and then he was a large man. What should she do, or what could she do? At last feeling that she must in some way get him into the wagon,she let down the end and prepared to drag him up to it. Jack, wise dog that he was, scemed to know what was wanted and took hold with his teeth, pulling vigor- ously. A new idea came to her as she saw Jack pull, and jumping into the wagon she made Jack, follow telling him to lic down. She then took the seat of the wagon, and managed to get Furman on it, and then with an'effort pulled him up the bed of the wagon. Jack instantly clutched him and together they succeeded in getting him in. It was still three miles 1o Johnson's, but Dennison’s empty sod house was not a mile. She made up ;u_:r mind that this was the place to take him. It was & much easier matter to un- lock the door, the key of which she always carried, and backing the wagon up to him to dump him out. Then with Jack’s help, she got him in a bed that stood there. After starting a fire in the stove to dry the air a_little, and throwing the robe and an old piece of carpet over Minx, she lett the house to attend to the horses, which she hitched in a shed. Jumping upon Dick she was soon flying over the country to- wards home. A glad little grunt of satisfaction escaped her to think how well she had gotten through with it all. Not until this moment had she given herself time to think, but now that she was on her way home and necessity for action had ceased, she began to realize how tired she was, both from excite- ment and tho physical strain through which she had passed. “Dear me,” she said to herself, ‘‘and all that ironing to be done to-morrow. 1am glad it is not necessary for anyone to know of what has occurred. Hen awould say it was a preconcerted meet- ing. Disgustini! Meeting a man who makes such a hog of himself. Dear me,” with a sigh. “Hen is one kind of abrute and Kurman another. When Furman is sober to be sure, he brings a tone of civilization with him, that to me is very interesting, But when he is drunk, he brings—well, I another tone of civilization.” ra pause, “I wish I could stop thinking!” Just then, coming around the point, she saw a horse and rider coming to- ward her at a furious rate. She drew Dick up and stood still, then recognized the man as Bob Wilson. Seeing her,he stopped, too, for a minute, then wheeled about and darted across the prairie. Never, to the end of her life, did Lettie know what possessed her. Before identifying the man she had involuntarily jerked out the pistol that she carried in her jacket pocket, and ;.:;rnlng Dick’s head, had started after im, ‘When he did not stop, she fired; he turned, fired back, then dashed on. 1In doing this, something white fell to the ground. When she reached the spot, Jack had it in his teeth. Slipping from the horse, she found it was a piece of paper. Folding it and putting it in her pocket, she turned Dick’s head toward home. ‘When she reached the barn, she lit the lantern and read by the dim light: “You need not come here to-night. I have changed my mind. I will not go with you, and you just try to bull-doze me and you will find that two can ply at that game. And I'll bet that I will be the boss player. I still have that self-cocker. Itisa little beauty, you know.” g . Folding the paper carefully, and find- ing the door nm. she found in the dark- ness an old handkerchief case, a worn- out relic of better days, and putting the note between the linings, quietly got into bed, and soon fell asieep from sheer exhaustion. She had not slept lon when she was awakened by hearing he! name called. She awoke with a start, and saw a man standing at the window. “Lettie,” he repeated in a little above a whisper. She threw something around her and went to the window. *What is it, Bob?” she said natur- u;lly not being surprised at seeing him there. “You followed me to-night, Lettie, flg fired at me. Why did you do o) “I don’t know,” she answered; “‘I saw you running from me and fired. I did not want you, and can’t see what pos- e. sessed me. “*Did you find a piece of paper?” OMAHA DAILY BEE: She saw the stokl'of his revolver, and that it was pointed Wward her. If, at that moment, she could have remem- bered what she hisd done with the note an hour before, she would have tten it and given it tohtm. All this fiashed through her mind in an instant, but she could not remember. She answered steadily: “‘No, I' found no paper; but what i the matter, Bob. What is it all about?” *Never you mind what it is all about. Swear you will never tell of seeing me m—nl’hc, or I'll jput a bullet through You ) “I'll not swear," she said, smp'lllng out of his range. ‘If you have done anything wrong and . it is never neces- sary for me to tell it, I'll—" Sadie had wakened, and before she finished her sentence was'in the room, ““What is it?"”’ she asked in a frightened tone. “It is Bob. He is going away,” and already the thud of his horse’s feet was lost in the heavy grass. “‘What did he say?” Sadie asked. “Nothing; only he wus going away,” and she crept back to bed with her brain in such a whirl that she thought she would go mad. ‘When she awoke in the morning, the eastern sky which she faced, wis bril- liant wath the red glow of sunrise; from the horizon to the zenith there were, piles upon piles of blood-red clouds. ~There was noth- ing to obstruct the view, and the gorgeousness of these glorious reds, would at any other time have filled her with an awful admiration; but this morning, with nerves wrought up to the highest pitch, and body exhausted, it seemed to oppress her with horror. “It looks like blood,” she. said to herself with a half suppressed sob. ‘It looks like all the blood of the Christian martyrs. That great round one the Christians under Nero. The top one the inquisition.” She wondered what Bob had done. She did not doubt that S. A. meant Sophia Alden Furman. But she had little time to think, being obliged to get up and assist with the work. Hen went out with the cattle as usual, but came in about noon, saying: “The country’s all up. Furman’s wife was shot in the night. Slaughter went down to the settlement early this morn- ing and old man Alden and his wife are up there. Furman stopped all night at Dennison’s, so he says; but the Aldens are going to have him took un.” “Have who took up?”’ Sadie asked, adopting her husband’s expression. Furman, of course. And there’s a darned sight of talking around every place, and them as has been a holdin’ their heads so high had better look out where they have been a settin’ stakes a jumpin’ on claims ain’t their'n.” Lettie said nothing. She was too tired to talk; but Sadie looked scared. “What is it, Hen? What do you mean?” she asked, as she saw him give a knowing look. “Them as is meant, knows; they al- ways knows,” he gaid oracularly, and started out of the house. O*Does he megn you?” she asked Let- tie when Hen h: one. “I am sure I don’t know,” and really I am too tired to care.” *‘Go and lie down and let me finish the ironing. Are you sorry Bob has gone?” ! For a minute - Lettie was stupefied. ‘Was this her sister? Could it be the same girl,who had been a girl with her? ‘Who had worn ‘dainty dresses and de- tested coarse things? Could it be that Sadie thought she was heart sick because Bob had gone? - She had no doubt in her mind who had killed Mrs. Furman. Evidently Bab had tried to make her word an e\‘i\luntlg' she had refused to o with him, and in spite of the little eauty of a self-cocker, she had become worsted in the struggle. Beside Fur- man _himself had been too drunk, Would she tell her story at the inquest? Then she tried to remember what she had done with the letter, but could not. She went into the room that she called her own. It was a_poor rough place, with pine boards inside and sod outside, but the neighbors thought it was pala- tial. She looked through everything she possessed, but could not find the let- ter. Throwing herself down tired and ex- hausted, she had just fallen into a troubled sleep when' she became aware of some ¢ sion outside, and getting up, discovered several men, Furman among them at the door. Sadie met her in her doorway. ‘‘Furman wants to speak to you,’ she said, *‘butif I were you, I would not have much tosay to him.” Furman stepped up to her as she came out. *Did you hol# me into Dennison’s house last mght? His manner wus very embarrassed. *Yes,” she simply replied. “Do you know who killed my wife?"” “Do you?” she asked in return. “Yes,” he answered a little hoarsely, “‘but how do you know?” Then she told him about the letter. “You need not testify in the matter unless there is no ocher way to prove my innocense. I don’t know which will be the greater disgrace to my child, my innocent death or my wife’s character made public.” She looked after them and thought in a dull way, that he did notseem to mind it much. “No onc dtemed to think about it as T do;” she said to herself, and then she began to wonder if she was right in her mind. What had she done with the letter? What had she done with it? She did not hear Sadie’s carn- est u})puul with regard to the conversa- tion between herself and Furm: She heard nothing If she could remember what she had done with the letter. The days that followed were like a dreadful nightmare, only the forerun- ner of what was to come. She went about her work quietly. She looked paler than usual, She didn’t know why, only that she was so tired, so dreadfully tired in both body and wind. Hen wopld come in and look at her solemnly and remark: ‘‘Them as knows things will have to tell,” and ‘‘them as thinks they are stoopen low now, will find themselvesg stoopen lower before they are through,” and several other epigrammatic gentences, which Lettie knew were aimed at her; but they did not trouble her at all, She never thought of anything coming from them, It was Sunday ‘evening. ‘Do you know miss,” he said *what people are saying? Do you know?” he replied ina threatening tone, ' ‘‘About what?”" Lettic asked looking at him steadily, ““About you.”™ *‘What are they ‘saying about me?” she inquired indifferently. “They are saying that you helped Furman kill his wife. She did not feel surprised, She won- dered if anything conld surprise her now. ‘‘Helped,” she repeated, Jooking at him. ‘‘Does a fanchmen need help to fire a pistol?” “By gum,” he said, and he almost (!hllllc“ led, "I believe you did it your- *'I know one thing, if there are such stories afloat I know who started them,” and she literally glared at him. “If you mean me,” he answered in a shame-faced tone, ‘‘you are mistaken, but if you have been adoin’ such a thing I would be the last one to pertect you. The law must hev its course and justice must be done, 1 wouldn’t stand in the way if you war my own sister.” Protect mef! No indeed! : You would help them hunt ‘me down and then you would have my land. That is what you want.” And she went to her own room. She remembered now how she told Bob that she would not swear, Hen was no harder on her than Bob, Sadie came into the room crying bit- terly. “Oh, Lettie, say you did not do it! "Say you did not doit!,” and she threw her arms around her neck and continued to sob. *Of course 1 did not do it. No, I did do it,"” she said, looking at her steadily. *‘Oh, I believe you, but you were gone 80 long, and Peggy, you know who was down in the settlement, had been up on the Rosebud getting wood.” He camped near the point where he heard some fir- ing, and looking out saw two people coming toward our house. All these things, you know, make talk.” Lettie said nothing. If she could only remember where she put the letter. Presently Jake rode up to the door. “If I were you, Hen,” he said ina tone intendea to be low, “1'd take Let- tie and hide her somewhere. Do you know the Aldens are turning over to Furman now and saying that Lettie has been a making “F to Furman until he is clean gone, and that Lettie killed his wife, but he will never peach on her in the world.” And then he rode away without Hen answering him, Lettie stood perfectly still by the open window. She did not move. She won- dered if she could move. She wondered wh‘\;‘she did not faint; why the horror f the whole thing did not affect her more. She even felt the old disgust she had always felt because the people could not understand why she had some time talked with Furman. They had both been educated, and to the narrow ignor- ance surrounding them most of their conversation was a sealed language. Did they mean that the horde from what was called the settlement was going to mob her? Well, they could only take her eut and shoot her. She stood in the same position. She ran over in her mind her whole life. She wondered what she might have done differently. There was nothing— nothing. The more she thought of it the more sure she was that she had done her best. But why did everything seem so ueer and so unsteady? Sunday—but she never knew that the mental und Khys\cnl strain had becn toéo much for er. She fell in a heap on the floor. Sadie rushed in and managed to get her on the bed. When she recovered from her long unconsciousness she was too feeble to talk. She seemed to have for- gotten everything and asked Sadie where their mother was and begged her to come to her. Towards Monday night she heard the scraping of wheels and talking outside. “Who is it?”" she asked. mother?” 2 “I can’t see,” Sadie answered. x:g her hands. lden set.” ‘“Then it all seemed to come to her like a flash. Jumping out® of bed, she went to the handkerchief case, took the letter from its hiding place, and went boldly to the door. John Alden was ;.heru. She handed him the letter, say- ng: *‘Had you let me alone,I should never have shown it.” Alden knew the writing. “When did you get it?” he asked huskily. “Bob Wilson dropped it the night of the murder.” “It was your damned brother-in-law who put us on this scent. {He said to us that he had always told you that you sot your stakes on the wrong claim.” “Yes, he wanted my land,” she an- swered, “‘and now he can have it,” and, taking up his pistol that lay on the table near her, she sent a bullet through her brain, and fell dead at her sister’s feet. When the great resurrection day comes it remains to be seen whose sec- tion stake will be in the right place, Let- tie's or Hen's. e S A Soldier Who Lost His Memory. Chicago Tribune: The strange case of Hugh Thompson has just passed through the pension office. "It is u re- markable story, Thompson left home a boy of eighteen to march with the union forces. At the battle of Chicka~ mauga he was wounded in the head,and from that time until 1872 his life is a blank to him and his friends. The army record shows that he was at the battle of Chickumauga. After that he was reported missing. and until a few ‘months ago his family mourned him as dead. Under this impressiou his father (\p})livd for a pension in 1875, but was refused because he wasnot dependent at the time of the supposed death of his son. From the bat- tle of Chickamauga until he was restored to his friends Hugh Thomp- son did not know his own name. Until 1872 he had no consciousness whatever. Where he spent the interval he does not know. In that year he was walkin near the little town of Cleveland, in Il- linois, when the memories of the war returned. He did not know his name. He was clad in old soldiers cloth, with a blue soldier overcoat. He dimly-re- called a great battle in_which his com- rades were hard pressed, and that was all. To his mind the battle was over. From that time until last year he waea ceaseless wanderer. He had intelli- gence enough to care for his herses and do 0dd chores, but his name, his family, and his regiment were all a blank., In his wanderings he made his home in Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin Towa, and Kansas, picking up three wives, all of whom are dead, g“fi mis- fortune appealed to the old soldiers. They cared for him, and made many eofforts to learn his history. Among them he was known as “Shorty,” *Old Reliable,” and the ‘‘Nameless Soldier.” In a little Testament to which he clung through all his misfortunes was written the name of Thompson, and this was supposed to he his name. Some time last year he was at a soldiers’ meeting in Michigan. His story was printed in a local paper. This found its way to Van Wert county, Ohio, where the elder Thompson lived. Hope was re- vived in the old man, who had mourned his son as dead for twenty-five years, He began a search for his son, and finally found him in Kansas and brought him back to the o5 of his childhood, Many which had baflled memory were recalled, He had been engaged in youth to a girl whom he remembered as *heavy set,” and although a quarter of a century had Russod there was some peculiarity about er that led him to recognize her at sight. One day he was taken to an uncle’s where many hours of his youth were passed. As he came to the barn a fAash of intelligence cume to his face and he said that was the barn he had so often tried to recall. His own people only identified him through the gf:ml.u- ment which his cousin had given him, and which he had preserved together with some verses she had written. The }wnslnll commissioner ig satisfied of his dentity and a pension will be issued to the poor wanderer in a few day. ————te ‘Wealth, Yower, Happiness are beyond the reach of a man who has nomemory. Professor Loisette’s sys- tem, a marvelous disfiav;ry. truinfl‘t e poorest memory to high powers ina short time. Taught by correspondence. Send for free prospectus, containin, hundreds of testimonials, to 237 Fiftl “Is it ring- “I hope it isn’t the | avenue, New York ciyy- "~ CHURCHILL PARKER, Dealer in Agricuitural Fmplements, Wagons, Carriages and Buggles. Jones Street, botween9th Tt Orialim, Nebrask, o' con b and LININGER & METUALF CO., Agricaltural Implements, Wagons, Carriages l\lll_l'k Kte. Wholesale. Omaha, Nebrask: PARLIN, ORENDORF & MARTIN, rhol-lllo IMV n Agricultural Implements, Wagons & Buggies 901, 906, W06 and 907 Jones !ln_lvt, Omaba. . P. MAST & CO Manufctuers of Buckeye Drills, Seeders, Cultivators, Hay Cider Mills and Luban Pul- verizers, th and Nicholas Streets. WINONA>Im.PIL‘5MENT co., Agricultural lmnhlem‘mfits, Wagons & Buggics OMAHABRA NCHL J.F.SEIBERLING & CO,, (Akron, Ohlo,) Huprpting Nuchinery snd Binder g hOCINE‘MILBURN&STODDARb Co Manufacturers and Jobbers in VIR T e Ok A HOSPE, Jr., Artists' Materdals, Pianos and Organs, 1513 Douglas Street, Omaha, Nebrasks, Jovbers of Boots and Shoes, 1411 Farnam £t., Omaha, Neb. Manufactory, Summer Btreét, Boston. ES & CO. KIR RN D A e O 85 O Wholesale Manafacturers of Boots and Stioes ton Jtubber Shoe Co. 1102, 1104 & 1106 At Lor B S Omaha, Nebriakn, ooksellers and Stationers._ To Dealers Only. Office, 1408 Farnam Street. Omaba. JOHN A. WAKEFIELD, o N0ESEE Lumber, Bl CHAS. R. LEE, Dealer in Hardwood Lumber. nd Parquet Flooring. 0th and Douglag PAXTON & VIERLING, Wronght and Cast Iron Builting Work, PRI Yark OSm Fpde, g th Street, Omah o OMAHA WIRE & IRON WORKS, Manafactarers of Wire and Iron Railings Desk Rails, Window Guards, Flower Stands, Wire Lt B 0in R reet, O d IRON WORKS, Ior “Eor i And Jncison Miar 0" CHAMPION IRON and WIRE WORKS Iron and Wire Fences, Ralllna' flllll!& B preved Amrtms: Lokt MATMC See Biacksmith Works. 4K South 14th st. {MEAGHER & LEACH, Fire and Burglar Proof Safes, Time Locks. General Agenta for Diebold Sate & Lock Co.'s Vaults and Juil Work, 1415 Farnawm Street, Omaba. ¥ £oha 3 TTE ':n :EU.T""” Wholesale Hats, Caps and Straw Goods, 1107 Harney Street, Omaln, Neb, —___Millinery and Notion, 1. OBERFELDER & CO. Importers & Jobbers in Millinery & Notions 20, 210 and 212 South 11th Street. H. M, & S. W. JONES, Buocessors to A. T. Kenyon & Co., Wholesale & Retall Booksellers and Stationers, Fine Wedding Stationery, Commercial Btationery. © Wl rounins Strcet, Omabia, Neb. z Teas, Coffoes, Spices, Baking Powder, Flavoring Extracts, Laundry Blue, Inks, Etc. 1414 AV Or ik ney Bircet Omahu, Kebras Crookery and Gla; W. L. WRIGHT, Agent for the Manufacturers and Importers of Crockery, GlassWare, Lamps, Chimeys, Ete. Offi ce, 517 8. 15th 8t., Omaha, Nebraska. "D, A. HURLEY, Commission and Jobbing, Butger, Egis und_Produce. Consignments s ‘Headquarters for Stonewnre, Berry Boxes and Grapo Buskets. 1414 Dodge St., Omubs. RIDDELL & RIDDELL, Storage and Commission Merchants, Specialties—Butter, Kggs, Cheese, Poultry, Game, Oysters, Etc., Kte. '14th Street. WIEDEMAN & CO., Produce Commission Merchants, Poultry, Butter, Game, Fruits, Ete. 20 South lth Bt.. Omaha, Nebrasks. GEO. SCHROEDER & CO., (Successors to McRhane & Schroeder.) Produce Commission and Cold Storage. Omuba, Nebraska. —___GCoal, Coke and Lime. OMAHA COAL, COKE & LIME CO., Jobvers of Hard and Soft Coal, 200 South ISth Street, Omaha, Nebraska. J. J. JOHNSON & CO., Mannfactarers of llinois White Lime, And shippers of Coal, Coke, Cement, Plaster, Lime, Drain 'l1le, and Rewer Pipe. Office, i'axton ), Fai In:ll.flnnu. Neb;’i-lepm o Bl NEBRASKA FUEL C: Shippers of Coal and Coke. 214 South 1ith 8t., Omaha, Neb, Dry Goods and Notion M. E SMITH & CO., Dry Goods, Furnishing Goods and Notions. 1102 and 1104 Douglas, Cor. 1ith &t., Omaha, Neb, KILPATRICK-KOCH DRY GOODS Co Tmporters and Jobbers in Dry Goods, Notions Gents' Furnishing Goods. Corner 11th and Haa sin, O Y — BARTON, GALLAGHER 4667 Wholesale Groceries and Provisions 906, 707, 700 and 711 8. 10th §t., Omaha, Neb. MGCORD, E Wholesale Grocers, 12th and Leavenworth Streets, Omaha, Nebrasks. ~ T RORINSON NSO i i T B T e e N BT Rt Notions and Get's Purnishing Goods 1106 Harney Street, Omaba. CONSOLIDATED TANK LINE CO., Wholsale Refined and Lubricating Oils. Axle Grease, Etc., Omal A. H. Bishop, Manager, ogcsrs etk ARBBOR ko ootos il CARPENTER PAPER CO., Wholesale Paper Dealers. Carry a nice stock of Printing, Wrapping and P Sheeiaattention léon to car fosd orlemsn® "WESTERN NEWSPAPER Auxiliary Publighers, Dealers in Type, Presses and Printers' les. TSuth 1 strvet, Omana. 0 o 48 [e] Manufactarers and Dealers in Rubber Goods Dil Clothing and Leather Belting. 1008 Farnam Pumps, Pipes and Engines, 3team, Water, Rallway and Mining Suppl! 20, 2 and 024 Farnam Btrects Omaun CHUHCHILL PUMP C Wholesale Pumps, Fipe, Fittings, 3toam and Water Su Tloadauart Foost & Co's g0 1 Farhatn He Omaba U. S, WIND ENGINE & PUMP co., Steam and Water Supplies, alliday Wind Mills. 918 and : N Aol s 8t Omaba, BROWNELL & CO., Fngines, Boilers and General Machinery, 8heet Iron Work Steam Pumps, & X Laivonwortu Stieet, Omaha " iuvinh e e——— TTTPHIL. STIMMEL & G Wholgsale Farm, Field gnd Garden Seeds 911 and 913 Jones Btrect Omaha, Storage, Fi;kuvgl;lc & Commi ARMSTRONG, PETTIS & CO., Storage, Forwarding and Commission, Branch house of the Henney Bugky Co. Buggl b CTesae o retaly 1ab L0 RnG T Liard Hireet ™ Omuha._Telephone No. 7%0. NUFACTURERS, " EAGLE CORNICE WORKS, Manufactare Galvanized Iron and Cornice, hn K| ter, Proprietor. 920 Dod e e A S L Bre . STORZ & ILER, Lager Beer Brewers, 1521 North Kigthteenth Street, Omaha. Neb. D. M. STEELE & CO., Wholesale Grocers, 1219, 1221 and 1223 Harney Strect, Omaba, Neb, ALLEN BROS., Wholesale Grocers, 1114 and 1118 Harney Street, Omaha, Neb, Hardware. LEE, FRIED & CO., Jobhers of Hardware and Nails, Tinware, Sheet Iron, Kte. Agents for Huwe Scales, and Miami Powdér Co., Omaha, Neb. HIMEBAUGH & TAYLOR, Builders' Hardware and Scale Repair Shop. Mechanles' Tools and Buffalo Scales. 1406 Douglae Ktreet, Omaha, Nebrasks, RECTOR, WILHELMY & CO., Wholesale Hardware, 10t and Harney Sta, Omaba, Neb. Western Agente for Austin Powder Co., Jeflernon Kteel Nails, i durd Scal o Hoavy Hardware. W.J. BROATCH, Heavy Hardware, Irp and Steel, Bprings, Wakon St ard; Lumb and 121 ¥y , Gma JAMES A. EDNEY, Wholesale Iron and Steel, nd C; e Wood Stock, 1217 und 1219 Leavenworth 5 e Lumber. OMAHA LUMBER CO., All Kinds of Building Material at Wholesale 15th Street and Unlon Pacific Track, Om LOUIS BRADFORD, Dealer in Lumber, Lath, Lime, Sash, Doors, Kte. Yards 7th and Douglas; Coraer [ iglas. ANFIELD MANUFACTURING CO., Manufactarers of Overalls, Jeans Pauts, Shirts, Kte. 1102and 1104 Douglas Street, Owishs, Neb. Et i {. CO,, Wholesale Manu? .cturers of Sash, Duos, Blinds and Moulings, Branch Office, 12th and Izard Streets, Omahs, Neb, BOHN MANUFACTURING CO. Manufactarers of Sash. Doors, Bllndk Monldings, Stalr Work and Interior Hart Wood ¥ a. K16, Cornor Sth and Loavonworth Btroets, maha, Neb. OMAHA PLANING MILL CO,, Mauafacturers of Monlding, Sash, Doors, And Blinds, Turning, Statr-work, Bank and Oftice F tinis. 20th and_ Poppleton Avenue. "H. K. SAWYER Manfacturing Dealer in Smoke Stacks, Britchings, Tanks and General Roller Ropairing. otuo Sreet- Omana Nep, " "o B1b o} PALMER, RICHMAN & CO,, Live Stock Commission Merchan Offico—Room 24, Oppouite Exchange Bullding, Union 3 Hlock Valrda, South 0 b Stock Commission Merchants, Market furnished free on application. Ktockers and furnished on good teris. Hoferences: Hank und South Oumiaha Nationai, U rds, Bouth Omaha, Live Stock Commission, Room 15, Excl -I'I.!fl'l‘-‘l IIVI,::W Btock Yards, C. N. DEITZ, Dealer in All Kinds of Lumber, 13th and California Streets, Omaha. Nebrasks. ALEXANDER & FITCH, Commision Dealers in Live Sock, Roow 2, Opposite Exchango Bullding, Union § P arnds, Bouth Gmste, e Union Beoek 'FRED W. GRAY, Lumber, Lime, Cement, Etc., Bte, Coruer 6 and Douglas Bls., Omaba, UNION STOCK YARDS CO., 0f Omaba, Limited. Johs ¥. Boyd, Buperiatendenty.