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Show THE " END OF GENERAL AGRAMONTE. General Agramonte was a resident of Ogden thirty years ago. He had planned large iron works for this city and had dreams of great wealth. But he failed and later departed for Mexico, Mex-ico, where he was put to death by order of Carranza. Goodwin's Weekly Week-ly gives this description of the man: It is not a surprise to hear that In the turbulence that has churned Mexico Mex-ico for years, General Agramonte has fallen a victim. Indeed It is a wonder that he lived so long, for his was an impetuous, stormy soul. Some men are brave enough to meet any danger that confronts them, Agramonte sometimes went out to find and deride it. Prom the deck of a warship he watched "the chargo of the six hundred" hun-dred" "Into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell" and the final storming of tho Malakoff. That was almost sixty years ago. Then he went to India, How long he remained there we do not know, but some thirty years ago, two swarthv- faced men registered at the Knuts-ford, Knuts-ford, in this city. Agramonte was sitting sit-ting in tho lobby conversing with a friend when they wont to the desk to register. "They look like East Indians." said Agramonte, and a moment later went to the register and read their names and residence, which was Bombay, or Delhi. The strangers had seated themselves in the lobby. Agramonte went straight to them and in a moment, mo-ment, in their own tongue, was in animated conversation with them. His gift of acquiring a strange language was wonderful. We believe the Spanish was his native na-tive tongue. He was so intimato with President Diaz that they were wont to joko each other about their respective re-spective ageH. Even when Diaz was president tnere were oiticers in tno Mexican army who wanted to kill Agramonte, but when ho encouraged them in earnest words to try it, somehow some-how thoy did not care to undertake the business personally. He served as a staff officer in our great war and when it was over came here. Ho lived hero many years. He was not successful in business: he was a born soldier and ho dreaded the complications of business more than a charging column. More than once here, to our certain knowledge, he took his life in his hands to servo a friend. He was intense in his friendship and in a friend's cause he never counted the number of the foes he might meet. It is pitiable to think that after all he has passed through, when past eighty-four yoars of age, he should meqt so tragic a fate. It would be a safo wager that he died with, a smile of contempt for his enemies ene-mies on his unblanched face, for tho spirit in him was modeled after those which in the long ago was described in the fierce prophecy: "But thy nurse will bear no master, Thy nurse will bear no load; And woe to them that shear her, And woe to thorn that goad; When all the pack, loud-baying, Her bloody lair surrounds, She dies In silence biting hard Amidst the dying hounds." God rest his stormy soul. ' |
