By 1871, Jason Sloan, considered to be one of Little Rock’s finest
citizens, had amassed a small fortune in his business of real estate
development, along with several shrewd investments in various enterprises in the
state. He performed his business duties with the same acumen which had made him
a successful operator on the River. His charm continued to be one of his
greatest assets. He had also by this time a beautiful wife, daughter of a state
senator, who had stood beside him for these past ten years and had given him
three excellent children, two boys and a girl.
There were those who would have avidly supported Sloan had he chosen to run
for governor, and there were those who encouraged him to do just that. But as
we have seen, Jason was a shrewd individual. He knew that power is exercised
not in the offices where the titled people operate, but in the backrooms by
people such as himself, bright, charming, moneyed, and incidentally, ruthless.
He exercised his power in this fashion, and by 1880 nothing moved in the
State of Arkansas without Sloan’s imprimatur. His elder son, John, was in his
third year at Princeton, his daughter, Melissa, who was just this season
presented to society seemed poised to be the next “Belle of the South.” His
younger son, Lewis, at a mere sixteen years of age, decided that enough was too
much and he departed for parts unknown. Sloan himself would say, “Two out of
three is not bad.” But underneath this apparent cavalier attitude was the
breaking heart of a loving father. And, of course, with his resources, and
unbeknownst to Lewis, Jason was aware of every move the boy made, knew exactly
where he was and with whom he was associating.
Following only so far in his father’s footsteps, Lewis boarded a riverboat
bound upstream to Fort Smith. Lewis, though, did not undertake any form of
gambling or graft, for what he lacked in guile, he made up for in
ambition and raw physical work. He traveled as a hand on the boat, chucking
wood, firing boilers and generally taking sharp orders of the sort he would have
resented had they come from his father. He made two runs from Little Rock to
Fort Smith, then decided that life on the river was not a career option. He
worked on the docks in Fort Smith, he worked in the livery, and wherever or for
whomever he worked it was remarked that he was a go-getter.
Lewis Sloan had arrived in Fort Smith at a propitious time for an ambitious
young man. It was a mere five years earlier that Isaac Parker, later renowned far and wide, was named to the bench at the Federal District Court. He, along
with the federal marshals and other law enforcement officers, was “cleaning up”
a heretofore lawless region, including not only Northwestern Arkansas, but also
the Indian Territory across the River. The decade of the 80s was a boom time
for Fort Smith. The population more than tripled to about 12,000 souls. In June of 1886, a packet
arrived with a shipment of goods, including industrial machinery, but the man to
whom it was addressed was no where to be found. The captain of the boat ordered
the stuff unloaded on the dock. Lewis was in the right place at the right
time. With his connections at the livery, he was able to obtain horses and
drays with which to move the equipment, and with his small savings he rented a
building, not much more than a shed, but with a roof overhead. There he placed
his find, and his road to riches, while not yet paved, certainly was under
construction. His business grew with the town.
Lewis married, of course, as young men, given the opportunity, will do. Sally Ford had arrived in Fort Smith by train, the railroad having arrived there a decade earlier. Her father was a furniture manufacturer from Philadelphia, and he was in town to establish a western branch of his company. It was only natural that a manufacturer in need of equipment was going to deal with Lewis Sloan, and one thing led to another.
Marshall Sloan was born in 1888. His parents had just seen their
twenty-fourth birthdays, yet he was the only child born to the union. A family
reunion, one in which Jason Sloan was privileged to meet this new grandchild,
took place in 1891, when the elder Sloan came to Fort Smith to study the
possibility of establishing a glass factory. The recent discovery of gas made
that a possibility, and it was done, but more importantly, the splintered
family was reconciled.
Text © 2014 David W. Lacy
Text © 2014 David W. Lacy
6 comments:
Good story. I'm still not sure if these are fiction or true. Would make a great novel!
That's a great tale be it fact or be it fiction. Is there more to the story?
I could see this playing out as a great TV movie or even on the big screen. I'm with Secondary Roads- is there more to the story?
Shark, I appreciate your comment. From my imagination through the fingertips to the keyboard.
Chuck. there is more to this story.
Shelly, thank you for the vote of confidence. To be continued.
Very interesting. Fact?
Pearl
Pearl, a stab at creating characters and events.
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