Pittston Gazette

              * Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Vi llev. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. ESTABLISHED*! 850. D VOL. X LI11. NO. 5 7. i OCTOBER (i, 18SKt. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I*' "°£SvaS'm • "On, ne cant understand yon, eapt'in. Ah, don't be hard on him. Only this mornin' he was sayin' how the eapt'in reminded him of the ould foine days whin the officers was all glntlemen and soldiers. He's truer to ye than all the rest of thim, sir. D'ye moind that, eapt'in? Ye wouldn't belave it, inabby, but there's them that can tell ye Loot'nant Waring was no friend of yours, 6ir, and worse than that, if ould Lascellescould spake now —but there's thim left that can, glory be to God!" tax. v» nat part tne deceased uan taken in the struggle could only be conjectured. A little five-chambered revolver which he habitually carried was found nome an through, but business languished then, they had to contribute much, and his younger brother, M. Philippe, had cost him a great deal. Philippe was an otlicer in th« zouaves raised in 1SC!1 among the French Creoles, and inarched with them to Columbus. and was wounded and came home to be nursed, and pmilie took care of him for weeks and months, and then he went back to the war and fought bravely, and was shot again and brought home, and this time M. Lacclles did not want to have him down at the house; he said it cost too much to get the doctors down there; •jo he came under Madame's roof, and she was very fond of the boy, and Emilie would come sometimes and play and ping for him. When the war was over M. Lascelles gave him money to go to. Mexico with Maximilian, and when the French were recalled many deserted and came over to New Orleans, and M. Lascelles was making very little money now, and had sold his town property, and he borrowed money of her to help, as he said, Philippe again, who came to visit him, and he was often worried by Philippe's letters begging for money. Seven thousand dollars now he owed her, and only last week had asked for more. Philippe was in Key West to buy an interest in some cigar business. M. Lascelles said if he could raise three thousand to reach Philippe this week they would all make money, but Emilie begged her not to, she was afraid it would aU go, and on the very day before he was found dead he came to see her in the afternoon on Rampart street, and Emilie had told her of Mr. Waring's kindness to her and to Nin Nin, and how she never could have got up after being dragged into the mud by that drunken cabman, "and she begged me to explain the matter to her husband, who was a little vexed with her because of Mr. Waring." But he spoke only about the money, and did not reply about Mr. Waring, except that he would see him and make proper acknowledgment of his civility. He seemed to think only of the money, and said Philippe had written again and must have help, and he was angry at Emilie because she would not urge with him, and Emilie wept, and he went away in anger, saying he had business to detain him in town until morning, when he would expect her to be ready to return with him. ! civu runctionary rumea, and tnis was bad for the battery. Cram never had any policy whatsoever. Lieut. Doyle was the next witness summoned, and a more God-forsakenlooking fellow never sat in a shell jacket. Still in arrest, physically, at the beck of old Braxton, and similarly hampered, intellectually, at the will of bold John Barleycorn, Mr. Doyle came before the civil authorities only upon formal subpoena served at post headquarters. The post surgeon had straightened him up during the day, but was utterly perplexed at his condition. Mrs. Doyle's appearanae in the neighborhood some weeks before had been the signal for a series of sprees on the Irishman's part that had on two occasions so prostrated him that Dr. Potts, an acting assistant surgeon, had been called in to prescribe for him, and, thanks to the vigorous constitution of his t ■"•it, had pulled him out in a few Wart. - it this time "Pills the Less" had found Doyle in a state bordering on terror, even when assured that the quantity of his potations had not warranted an approach to tremens. The post surgeon had been called in too, and "Pills the Pitiless," as he was termed, thanks to his unfailing prescription of quinine and blue mass in the shape and size of buckshot, having no previous acquaintance, in Doyle, with these attacks, pooh-poohed the case, administered bromides and admonition in due proportion, and went off about more important business. Dr. Potts, however, Stood by his big patient, wondering what should cause him to start in such terror at every step upon the stair without, and striving to bring sleep to eyes that had not closed the livelong night nor all the balmy, beautiful day. Once he asked if Doyle wished him to send for his wife, and was startled at the vehemency of the reply: "For God's sake, no!" and, shuddering, Doyle had hidden his face and turned away. Potts got him to eat something towards noon, and Doyle begged for more drink, but was refused. He was the levee in front of her place. A stranger was seated beside him. There were two gentlemen inside, but she saw the face of only one—Lieut. Waring. WRING'S PERIL. about a month grass-widowed when Waring came on his first duty there. He had an uncongenial lot of brother officers for a two-company post, and really had known of this girl and her people before the war, and she appealed to him, first for sympathy and help, then charity, then blackmail, I reckon, from which his fever saved him. Then she Struck some quartermaster or other and lived off him for awhile; drifted over here, and no sooner did he arrive, all ignorant of her presence in or around New Orleans, than she began pestering him again. When he turned a deaf ear, she probably threatened, and then came these anonymous missives to you and Braxton. Yours always came by mail, you say. The odd thing about the colonel's —this one, at least—is that it was with his mail, but never came through the post office." STILL aT THE FAIR. weight, lying across a doctored statement.BILL NYE MENTIONS IT IN THE COURSE Black Jim has realized twice since on certificates of deposit. In one case it took what silver the bank had left to keep the president's braius from getting tanned. on the floor close at hand. Two charges had been recently fired, for the barrel Nobody else could throw any light on the matter. The doctor, declared the knife or dagger was shaped exactly as would have to be the one that gave the death blow. Everything pointed to the fact that there had been a struggle, a deadly encounter, and that after the fatal work was done the murderer or murderers had left the doors locked and barred and escaped through the windpw, leaving the desk rifled and carrying away what money there was, possibly to convey the idea that it was only a vulgar murder and robbery after all. OF OTHER REMARKS Bu GaDt. Charles R. Kino. Aatkor of "Diimn Butch," "Ai A raj Partis," was black with powder; but no one had heard a shot. How Jim Kelley liaised $18 From a De- "A Soldier'! Secret," Etc. The barkeeper at the Pelican could throw but little light on the matter. The storm had broken, he said, with sudden fury. The rain dashed in torrents against his western front, and threatened to beat in the windows, lie called to two men who happened to be seated at a table to assist him, and was busy trying to get up the shutters, when Lieut. Doyle joined them and rendered timely aid. He had frequently seen Doyle during the previous month. Mrs. Doyle lived in the old Lemaitre house in the block below, and he often supplied them with whisky. They drank nothing but whisky. As they ran in the side door they were surprised to see cne ui u suiuuum at the edge of the banquette, and the driver begged for shelter for his team, saying some gentlemen had gone inside. The barkeeper opened a gate, and the driver put his horses under a shed in a paved court in the rear, then came in for a drink. Meantime, said the barkeenfx. whose name was Bonelli, three gentlemen who were laughing over their escape from the storm had ordered wine and gone into a private room. Doyle with them. The only one he knew was M. Lascelles. though he had seen one of the others frequently as he rode by, and knew him to be an officer before Mr. Doyle slapped him on the back and hailed him as "Sammy, old buck!" or something like that. Mr. Doyle had been drinking, and the gentleman whispered to him not to intrude just then, and evidently wanted to get rid of him, but M. Lascelles, who had ordered the wino, demanded to be introduced, and would take no denial, and imvited Mr. Doyle to join them, and ordered more wine. And then Bonelli saw that Lascelles himself was excited by drink —the first time he had ever noticed it in the year he had known him. The funct Hank A Few Kindly and Well We have changed our meal place from Beloit, Wis., one of the northern suburbs of Chicago, and now feed at a private house not far from the grounds. It saves car fare and gives more time to see the exhibits, which are out of sight and no mistake. (OmnchV MSB, by J. B. Llpptneott k Co., ui »o- Cliown Uem.nrk* About Taxidermy—Nye llib.d by ipmuU as Justice of tlie 1'eace. (CONTINUED.) [Copyriirht, 18B3, by Edgar W. Nye.] Rue de Plkasance, Sept. 19, 1893. From this congress the better element of the commissioned force was absent, the names, nationalities and idiomatic peculiarities of speech of the individual members being identical in paost instances with those of their comrades in arms in the ranks. "Brax" had summoned Minor, Lawrence, Kin- Bey and Dryden to hear what the post surgeon had to say on his return, but cautioned them to keep quiet. As a result of this precaution, the mystery Df the situation became redoubled by one o'clock, and was intensified by two, when it was announced that Private Dawson had attempted to break away out of the hospital after a visit from the same doctor in his professional capacity People were tempted out on their galleries in the driving storm, and colored servants flitted from kitchen to kitchen to gather or dispense new rumors, but nobody knew what to make of it when, soon after two. an orderly rode in from town dripping with mud and wet, delivered a note to the colonel and took one from him to Mr. Ferry, now sole representative of the officers of Battery "X" present for duty. Ferry in return sent the bedra'r?led horseman on to the battery quarters with an order to the first sergeant, and in about fifteen minutes a sergeant and two men. mounted and each leading a' spare horse, appeared under Ferry's gallery, and that officer proceeded to occupy one of the vacant saddles and, followed by his party, went -clattering out of the sally-port and splashing over to the levee. Stable caU sounded as usual at four o'clock, and, for the first time in the record of that. disciplined organization since the devastating hand of yellow jack was, laid upon it the previous year, no officer appeared to supervise the grooming and feeding. Two of them were at the post, however. Mr. Doyle, in arrest on charge of absence without leave, was escorted to his quarters about four-fifteen, and was promptly visited by sympathizing and inquisitive comrades from the Hotel Finkbein, while Mr. Ferry, who had effected the arrest, was detained making his report to the post commander. Night came on apace, the wind began to die away with the going down of the sun, the rain ceased to fall, a pallid moon began peering at odd intervals through rifts in the cloudy veil, when Cram rode plashing back into barracks, worn with anxiety and care, at eleven o'clock, and stopping only for a moment to take his wife in his arms and kiss her anxious face and shake his head in response to her eager query for news of Waring, he hurried downstairs again and over to Doyle'B quarters. All was darkness there, but he never hesitated. Tramping loudly over the gaUery, he banged at the door, then, turning the knob, intending to buret right in, as was the way in the rough old days, was surprised to find the bolt set. "Oh, for God's sake shut up," spoke Cram roughly, goaded beyond all patience. "Doyle, answer me!" And he shook him hard. "You were at the Pelican last night, and you saw Mr. Waring and spoke with him? What did he want of you? Where did he go? Who were with him? Was there any quarrel? Answer, I say! Do you know?" But maudlin moaning and incoherences were all that Cram could extract from the prostrate man. Again the woman interposed, eager, tearful. My Dear Henry—It is a good thing that Napoleon Muzzy, or Pole, as we used to call him, came to the fair. He is that much ahead. His bank at Eagle Run, back home, has busted. He has got his round trip ticket bought and paid for and money enough to get back home all right, but the bank will not even allow him to use dp a new check- I like the specimens of taxidermy best of all. I can stand by a stuffed bear and enjoy it for hours. Taxidermy originally comes from the two Greek words, taxus, "arrangement," and dermy, meaning to skin. Thus we have skin arrangement, or skin game, where game is thus prepared. I tell you this because a man can go through college and yet miss a few things. I knew a college graduate once that could speak nine languages, but he did not know any better than to go skunking at night in a dress suit. Of other persons who might throw light upon the tragedy the following were missing: Lieut. Waring, Private Dawson, the cabman, and the unrecognized stranger. So, too, was Anatole's boat. "That's all very Interesting," said the little civilian, dryly, "but what we want Is evidence to acquit him and convict somebody else of Lascelles' death. What has this to do with the other?" VI "Sure he was there, eapt'in, he was there; he told me of it whin I fetched him home last night to git him out of the 6torm and away from that place; but he's too dhrunk now to talk. Sure there was no gettin' down here to bars for anybody. The cabman, sir, said no carriage could make it." When four days and nights had passed away without a word or sign from Waring, the garrison had come to the conclusion that those officers or men ol Battery "X" who still believed him innocent were idiots. So did the civil authorities; but those were days when the civil authorities of Louisiana commanded less respect from its educated people than did even the military. The police force, like the state, were undergoing a process called reconstruction, which might have been impressive in theory, but was ridiculous in practice. A reward had been offered by business associates of the deceased for the capture and conviction of the assassin. A distant relative of old Lascelles had come to take charge of the place until M. Philippe should arrive. The latter's address had been found among old Armand's papers, and dispatches, via Havana, had been sent to him, also letters. Pierre d'Hervilly had taken the weeping widow and little Nin Nin to bonne maman's to stay. Alphonse and his woolly-pated mother, true to negro superstitions, had decamped. Nothing would induee them to remain under the roof where foul murder had been done. "De hahnts" was what they were afraid of. And so the old white homestead, though surrounded on every side by curiosity seekers and prying eyes, was practically deserted. Cram went about his duties with a heavy heart and light aid. Ferry and Pierce both commanded section snow, as Doyle remained in close arrest and ''Pills the Less" in close attendance. Something was utterly wrong with the fellow. Mrs. Doyle had not again ventured to show her red nose within the limits of the "barx," as she called them, a hint from liraxton having proved sufficient; but that she was ever scouting the pickets no one could doubt. Morn, noon and night she prowled about the neighborhood, employing the "byes," so she termed such stray sheep in army blue as a dhropof Anatole's best would tempt, to carry scawling notes to Jim, one of which, falling with its postman by the wayside and turned over by the guard to Capt. Cram for transmittal, was addressed to Mister Loot'nt James Doyle, Lite Bothery X, Jaxun Barx, and brought the only laughter to hii lips the big horse artilleryman had known for nearly a week. Iler customary Mercury, Dawson, had vanished from sight, dropped, with many another and often a better man, as a deserter.VIII. "This much: This letter came to Braxton by hand, not by mail—by hand, probably direct from her. What hand had access to the office the day when the whdle command was out a' review? Certainly no outsider. The mail is opened and distributed on its arrival at nine o'clock by the chief clerk, or by the sergeant major, if he happens to be there, though he's generally at guard mount. On this occasion he was out at review. Leary, chief clerk, tells Col. Braxton he opened and distributed the mail, putting the colonel's on his desk; Root was with him and helped. The third clerk came in later; had been out all night, drinking. HIb name Is Dawson. Dawson goes out again and gets fuller, and when next brought home is put in hospital under a sentry. . Then he hears of the murder, bolts, and isn't heard from since, except as the man who helped Mrs. Doyle to get her husband home. He is the fellow who brought that note. He knew something of its contents, for the murder terrified him. and he ran away, rind his trail, and you strike that of the woman who wrote these." In this country taxidermy was introduced in 1828 by a man named Scudds, who began the establishment of a museum containing rare upholstered beasts. Sometimes the work of a taxidermist is not successful. I knew an army officer who.used to fill up wild animals with arsenic and autumn leaves, but they kept getting riper and opening up like a boll of cotton, so that the servant had to keep putting back the autumn leaves. The officer also poisoned three private soldiers by keeping his arsenic in solution in a deserted gin bottle. "What cabman? That's one thing 1 want to know. Who is he? What became of him?" "Sure and how do I know, sir? He was a quiet, dacent man, sir; the same that Mr. Waring bate so cruel and made Jeffers kick and bate him too. I saw it all." "And was he at the Pelican last night? I must know." He stuffed a mountain lion, or puma, once and placed him on exhibition at headquarters. The commanding officer used to shy when he passed by it as a delicate complimenWo the taxidermist, but he almost knew it was not a live animal. No one was fooled by it except a man who had been seeing things for over a week in the guardhouse while suffering from alcoholism. "Sure he was indade. sir. Doyle said so when I fetched him home, and though he can't tell you now, sir, he told me thin. They all came down to the Pelican, sir. Waring and Lascelles and the other gintlemen, and they had dhrink, and there was trouble between the Frenchman andr Waring,— sure you can't blame him, wid his wife goin' on so wid the loot'nant all the last month, — and blows was struck, and Doyle Interposed to stop it, sir, loike the gintleman that he Is, and the cab-driver took a hand and pitched him out into the mud. Sure he'd been dhrinking a little, sir, and was aisy upset, but that's all he knows. The carriage drove away, and there was three of thim, and poor Doyle got caugh.t out there in the mud and in the sform, and 'twas me went out wid Dawson and another of the byes and fetched him in. And we niver heerd of the murther at all all, sir, until I came down here to-day, that's God's troot, and he'll tell ye so whin he's sober," She ended breathlessly, reckless of her descriptive confusion of Doyle and Divinity. AT THE FAIR. book that he got just before he left there. He saya that no bank will ever get him again. He is tolerable hot about it and fays that all a bank is for is to take the deposits of honest men and loan them to "men of push and enterprise" that have a good time at other folks' expense and then take pans green, saying, "Adoo, kind friends, I'm going home." "HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THIS KJVLFE BE The lion was represented to be in a crouching attitude, and as time went by he seemed to crouch more and more, same as an ice cream elephant does under the steady gaze of the fresh air child. He had widely distended jaws and fiery gums. Farther back one could discover the autumn leaves. "By the Lord, lieutenant, if you'll quit the army and take my place you'll make a name and a fortune." "And if you'll quit your place and take mine you'll get your coup de grace in some picayune Indian fight and be forgotten. So stay where you are; but find Dawson, find her, find what they know, and you'll be famous.' Spiders spun their webs across the roof of his mouth and from fang to fang, and mice made their nests and reared their young in his abdominal cavity. I never saw anything that seemed to teach me as he did the terrestrial nature of earthly things. Moths gave him a bald spot on the stomach, and one eye came out and gave the other one a keen, searching glance. Much of thistestimony was evoked by pointed queries of the officials, who seemed somewhat familiar with Lascelles' business and family affairs, and who then declared that they must question the stricken widow. Ilarsh and unfeeling as this may have seemed, there were probably reasons which atoned for it. She came in on the arm of the old family physician, looking like a drooping flower, with little Nin Kin clinging to her hand. She was so shocked and stunned that she could barely answer the questions put to her with all courtesy and gentleness of manner. No, she had never heard of any quarrel between M. Lascelles and his younger brother. Yes, Philippe had been nursed by her through hi» wounds. She was fond of Philippe, but not so fond as was her husband. M. Lascelles would do anything for Philippe, deny himself anything almost. Asked if M. Lascelles had not given some reason for his objection to Philippe's being nursed at his house when he came home the second time, she was embarrassed and distressed. She said Philippe was an impulsive boy, fancied himself in love with his brother's wife, and Armand saw something of this, and at last upbraided him, but very gently. There was no quarrel at all. Was there anyone whom M. Lascelles had befeu angered with on her account? She knew of none, but blushed, and blushed painfully. Had the deceased not recently objected to the attentions paid her by other gentlemen? There was a murmur of reproach among the hearers, but madame answered unflinchingly, though with painful blushes and teara M. Lascelles had said nothing of disapproval until very recently; au contraire, he had much liked Mr. Waring. He was the only one of the officers at the barracks whom he had ever invited tn the house, and he talked with him a great deal; had never, even to her, 6poken of a quarrel with him, because Mr. Waring had been so polite to her, until within a week or two; then—yes, he certainly had. Of her husband's business affairs, his papers, etc., she knew little. He always had certain moneys, though not large sums, with all his papers, in the drawers of his cabinet, and that they should be in so disturbed a state was not unustiaL They were all in order, closed and locked, when he started for town the morning of that fatal day, but he often left them open and in disorder, only then locking his library door. When she left for town two hours after him, the library door was open, also the side-window. She could throw no light on the tragedy. She had no idea who the stranger could be. She had not seen Philippe for nearly a year, and believed him to be at Key West. Pole Muzzy says he's about decided to go on a prolonged debauch when he goes home, where it won't cost so much. For 20 years he has sort of yearned for an alcoholic outing, but did not have a real good excuse. Now he feels like "letting the tail go with the hide," as he tersely puts it. You know Pole was always terse. [to be continued ] 1'Jenty of It Too. FOBE?" All of Mrs. Morrison's children were very fond of ice cream, from 11-year-ok Charley down to Clarence, the baby. One day they had all been particularly good, and Mrs. Morrison, who is an appreciative mother, filled their hearts with joy by taking them all to a bakery neai by for some ice cream. Four beaming faces smiled over the little table. sober, yet shattered, when Mr. Drake suddenly appeared just about stablecall and bade him repair at once to the presence of the commanding officer. Then Potts had to give him a drink, or he would never have got there. With the aid of a servant he was dressed, and, accompanied by the doctor, reached the office. Braxton looked him over coldly. He's the man that wrote home from the war that he was just going to a tonsorial artist to get his tonsils removed. I've known many of a man in my life, L Henry, but Pole Muzzy rather oversizes anybody I ever knew in his easy flow of language. That was years before you had taken your place in the great economy of nature.And still the Irishman lay there, limp, 6oggy, senseless, and at last, dismayed and disheartened, the captain turned away. I was a justice of the peace, marrying people ever and anon—people who afterward introduced the half breed into the aristocracy of the west. "Promise to sober him up by reveille, and you may staj But hear this: If he cannot answer for himself by that time, out you go in the battery cart with a policeman to take you to the calaboose." And then he left. "BE READY TO TELL THE STOBY I GIVE YE." "I will take strawberry," said Mrs, Morrison to the waiter. For the word finally, for instance, he always said financially. When I dug my celebrated Hoosick well, he said I would financially get it done, and I did. I got it in the nose—financially. A friend who showed a good deal of genius in this matter gave me a stuffed bird which combined the aerial and amphibious qualities of this beast. It had the fierce intellect and carnivorous head and beak of the eagle and had his tail loaded with lead to keep this massive arrangement from tipping him over. He trunk, of the canvasback duck and the tail of Ihe blue jay. tftlra gentleman ne naa never seen Defore, and could only say he was dark and sallow and did not talk, except to urge the driver to make haste,—they must go on; but he spoke in a low tone with Mr. Lascelles as they went to the room, and presently the rain seemed to let up a little, though it blew hard, and the driver went out and looked around and then returned to the private room where the gentlemen were having their wine, and there was some angry talk, and he came out in a few minutes, very mad; said he wouldn't be hired to drive that party any farther, or any other party, for that matter; that no carriage could go down the levee; and then he got out his team and drove back to town; and then Bonelli could hear sounds of altercation-in the room, and Mr. Doyle's voice, very angry, and the strange gentleman came out, and one of the men who'd been waiting said he had a cab, If that would answer, and he'd fetch it right off, and by the time he got back it was raining hard again, and he took his cab in under the shed where the carriage had been, and a couple of soldiers from the barracks then came in, wet and cold, and begged for a drink, and Bonelli knew one of them, called Dawson, and trusted him, as he often had done before. When Dawson heard Lieut. Doyle's drunken voice he said there'd be trouble getting him home, and he'd better fetch Mrs. Doyle, and while he was gone Lascelles came out, excited, and threw down a twentydollar bill and ordered more Krug and some brandy, and there was still loud talk, and when Bonelli carried in the bottles Doyle was sitting back in a chair, held down by the other officer, who was laughing at him, but, nevertheless, had a knife in hand—a long, sharp, two-edged knife—and Doyle was calling him names, and was very drunk, and soon after they all went out into the rear court, and Doyle made more noise, and the cab drove away around the corner, going down the levee through the pouring rain, one man on the box with the driver. That was the last he saw. Then Mrs. Doyle came in mad, and demanded her husband, and they found him reeling about the dark court, swearing and muttering, and Dawson and she took him off between them. This must have been before eleven o'clock; and that was absolutely all he knew. "Mr. Doyle," said he, "the civil authorities have made requisition for—" But he had got no further when Doyle staggered, and but for the doctor's help might have fallen. Little Clarence looked surprised. Did his mother prefer strawberries to the dish they all liked so much? No sooner had his footsteps died away than the woman turned on her patient, now struggling to a sitting posture. "I will have chocolate," said Charley with dignity, recklessly wasting his opportunity, as it seemed to his wondering small brother. Clarence turned anxiously to Johnny. Would he order some strange thing too? He's the man that rides around in the set down chairs, as he calls them here at the fair—meaning sedan chairs. "For God's sake, colonel, it isn't true! Sure I know nothing of it at all at all, sir. Indade, indade, I was blind dhrunk, colonel. Sure they'd swear a man's life away, sir, just because he was the one—he was the one that—" Speaking of bank failures reminds me of Jim Kelley—Black Jim, we called him. He failed in the lumber business in the fifties up on the Nimmycoggin, but in 15 years he had managed to pay up even-thing but a claim of f 18 due to IjO Bartlett. One day he met Lo on the street and gave him a check for the amount, for he had deposited it for that very purpose. Lo being out on the Trimbelle buying stove bolts. "Lie still, you thafe and cur, and sware you to every word I say, unless you'd hang In his place. Dhrink this, now, and go to slape, and be riddy to tell the story I give ye in the mornin', or may the knife ye drove in that poor mummy's throat come back to cut vour coward heart out." "Doyle, open. I want to see you at onoe." Mrs. Morrison saw an expression of mingled doubt and determination on the face of her youngest. "What will you have, Clarence?" she asked. "I want vanilla," said Johnny, It was great sport to get old hunters to look at it and tell me what kind of a bird it was. I collected in costs #180, resulting from hand to hand arguments between sportsmen over this bird, and would have collected much more, but the constable could not collect mileage and so disclosed the truth end of two years. All silence within. "Be silent, slrl You are not accused, that I know of. It is as a witness you are needed. Is he in condition to testify, doctor?" "Doyle, open, or, if you are too drunk to get up, I'll kick in the door." Over at Wa ring's abandoned quarters the shades were drawn and the green jalousies bolted. Pierce stole in each day to see that everything, even to the augmented heap of letters, was undisturbed, and Ananias drooped in the court below and refused to be comforted. Cram had duly notified Waring's relatives, now living in New York, of his strange and sudden disappearance, but made no mention of the cloud of suspicion which had surrounded his name. Meantime, some legal friends of the family were overhauling the Lascelles papers, and a dark-complexioned, thick-set, active little civilian was making frequent trips between the department headquarters and barracks. At the former he compared notes with Lieut. Reynolds, and at the latter with Braxton and Cram. The last interview Mr. Allertou had before leaving with his family for the north was with this same lively party, the detective who joined them that night at the St. Charles, and Allerton, being a man of much substance, had tapped his pocketbook significantly. A groan, a whispered colloquy, then the rattle of bolts and chain. The door opened about an inch, and an oily Irish voice inquired: And Doyle, shivering, sobbing, crazed with drink and fear, covered his eyes with his hands and threw himself back on his hot and steaming pillow. "I want ith cream!" was the emphatic reply.—Youth's Companion. "He is weU enough, sir, to tell what he knows, but he claims to know nothing." And this, too, Doyle eagerly seconded, but was sent along in the ambulance, with the doctor to keep him out of mischief, and a parting shot to the effect that when the coroner was through with him the post commander would take hold again, so the colonel depressed more than the cocktail stimulated, and, as luck would have it, almost the first person to meet him inside the gloomy inclosure was his wife, and her few whispered words only added to his misery. Real i »tic. "Hwat's wanted, capt'in?" .t -y n-Y CDC Tf'Kl The bank is long since sunk in oblivion, having gone into that business about half an hour after Black Jim put his money in there. Running across Lq a little while after, he gave him a chock for the amount. I remember a bitter and acrimonious fight that grew out of the discussion of this bird one bright May morning between a man named Lyons from Vinegar Hill and another named Soiled Murphy of the Taj Mahaland, since deceased. "You here?" exclaimed Cram, in disgust. "What business hare you in this garrison? If the colonel knew it you'd be driven out at the point of the bayonet."The morning sun rose brilliant and cloudless as the horses of the battery came forth from the dark Interior of the stable and, after watering at the long wooden trough on the platform, were led away by their white-frocked grooms, each section to its own picketline. Ferry, supervising the duty, presently caught 6ight of the tall muscular form of his captain coming briskly around the corner, little Pierce tripping along by his side. Cram acknowledged the 6aluteof the battery officer of the day in hurried fashion. "8ure, where should wife be but at her husband's aide whin he's sick and •ufferin'? Didn't they root him out of bed and comfort this day and ride him down like a felon in all the storm? Sure it was the doughboys' orders, •ir. I told Doyle the capt'in never would have—" "Why, that won't pro," says Lo. "The bank has closed its doors." "What!" says Jim, getting a shade or two darker. Mr. Lyons was in the office as a witness in another case, and Murphy in his great specialty as a drunk and disorderly. We had just concluded thexase, and I had stepped down from the -CyiS6£~"  sack and hnng the judicial ermine across a chair, intending to put some more wood in the stove, when the attention of Soiled Murphy was attracted to the bird. "Why, she's a wreck," says Lo. "Notice on the door says she may go into liquidation, but at present it is deemed advisable, owing to stringency of the panic, to close." § The water still lay In pools about the premises, and the police had allowed certain of his neighbors to stream in and stare at the white walls and shaded windows, but only a favored few penetrated the hallway and rooms where the investigation was being held. Doyle shook like one with the palsy as he ascended the little flight of steps and passed into the open doorway, stflfe accompanied by "Little Pills." People looked at him with marked curiosity. He was questioned, requestioned, cross-questioned, but the result was only a hopeless tangle. He really added nothing to the testimony of the hack driver and BonellL In abject remorse and misery he begged them to understand he was drunk when he joined the party, got drunker, dimly remembered  rel, but he had no cause to quarrel with anyone—and that was all; he never knew how he got home. He covered his face in his shaking hands at last, and seemed on the verge of a fit of crying. "Oh, be quiet; I must see Doyle, and S3 I at once." "Good-morning, Ferry," he said "Tell me, who were there when you got Doyle away from that woman yesterday?"Jim went over to the president's room and knocked sort of gentle as he could, considering that he had a fist that could have knocked down a week's receipts here at the fair if he'd of been that kind of a man. "Sure, he's not able, capt'in. You know how it is wid him; he's that sinsitive he couldn't bear to talk of the disgrace he's bringing on the capt'in and the batthery, and I knowed he'd been dhrinkin", sir, and I came back to look for him, but he'd got started, capt'n, and it's—" v 0M I asked him, as an old sportsman, what he thought it was. He stated that it was what was called the canvasback hell diver, with abnormal head, but Lyons claimed that it was an alkali kingfisher. " Only the three, sir,—Mr. and Mrs. Doyle and the negro girl." "None, sir. I didn't go in the house at alL I rode in the gate and called for Doyle to come out. The wo-nan tried to parley, but I refused to recognize her at all, and presently Doyle obeyed without any trouble whatever, though she kept up a tirade all the time and said he was too sick to ride and all that, but he wasn't He seemed dazed, but not drunk—certainly not sick. He rode all right, only he shivered and crossed himself and moaned when he passed the Lascelles place, for that hound pup set up a howl just as we were opposite the big gate. He was all trembling when we reached the post, and took a big drink the moment he got to his room." " No sign of anybody else?" "The difficulty just now is in having a talk with the widow," said this official to Cram and Reynolds, whom he had met by appointment on the Thursday following the eventful Saturday of Braxton's "combined" review. "She is too much prostrated. I've simply got to wait awhile, and meantime go about this other affair. Is there no way in which you can see her?" "Who's there?" was the statement of a voice inside. Other hunters who had hunted free drinks all the way from Julesburg to Yuba Dam had told me how they had killed hundreds of them on Pawpaw creek and south of Dirty Woman's ranch. "Stop this talk]' He wasn't drinking at all until you came back here to hound him. Open that door, or a file of guard will." "It's me." says Jim, "Jim Kelley— Black Jim Kelley of the Niminycoggin— and I'm in something of a hurry." "Well, we're very busy now, Kelley. Can't you come again this evening?" exclaimed the demonetized but silvery Soiled Murphy said they used to just swarm on Hutton's lakes while they were molting, and lived on horned toads, which they swallowed whole for the delirious joy they experienced as the toad went down. "Och! thin wait till I'm dressed, for daoency's sake, capt'in. Sure I'll thry and wAke him." A young artiat whose rent is somewhat behind.—Brooklyn Life. "That will be too remote; I am verybusy myself," said James the brunette, jerking an iron hitching post out of the sidewalk and sanding his hands, like the man at the bat. "Now is the accepted tiuie. Will you open the door, or shall I open it?" voice. And then more whispering, the click of glass, maudlin protestation in Doyle's thick tones. Cram banged at the door and demanded instant obedience. Admitted at last, he strode to the side of an ordinary hospital cot, over which the mosquito bar was now ostentatiously drawn, and upon which was stretched the bulky frame of the big Irishman, his red, blear-eyed, bloated face half covered in his arms. The close air reeked with the fumes of whisky. In her distress lest Jim should lake too much, the claimant of hie name and protection had evidently been sequestrating a large share for herself. There are some people who liave no Imagination, but cling to the literal with painful assiduity. Jim Blaisdell was one of these, and his happy faculty of taking things seriously lost him an elegant wife. A Damaged Eye. Cram relapsed into a brown study. Reynolds was poring over the note written to Braxton and comparing it with one he held in his hand—an old one, and one that told an old, old story. "I know you'll say I have no right to ask this," it read, "but you're a gentleman and I'm a friendless woman deserted by a worthless husband. My own people are ruined by the war, but even if they had money they wouldn't send any to me. for I offended them all by marrying a Yankee officer. God knows I am punished enough for that. But I was so young and innocent when he courted me. I ought to of left—I would of left him as soon as 1 found out how good-for-nothing he really was, only I was so mnch in love I couldn't. I was fastenated, I suppose. Now I've sold everything, but if you'll only lend me fifty dollars I'll work my fingers to the bone until I pay it For the old home's sake, please do." The feeling got more partisan till Lyons made a pass at Murphy with a box of fresh sawdust that had been put there when I opened court. It was obtained from Valentine Baker, a collector of abandoned furniture and bad debts. Alphonse, the colored boy, was so terrified by the tragedy and by his detention under the same roof with the murdered man that his evidence was only dragged from him. Nobody surpected the poor fellow of complicity in the crime, yet he seemed to consider himself as on trial. He swore he had entered the library only once during the afternoon ox evening, and that was to close the shutters when the 6torm broke. He left a lamp burning low in the hall, according to custom, though he felt sure his master and mistress would remain in town over night rather than attempt to come down. u nad slept soundly, as negroes will, despite the gale and the roar of the rain that drowned all other noise. It was laite the next morning when his mother called him. The old mammy was frightened to see the front gate open, the deep water in th» It was this way: Colonel Lafitte is a southerner and very sensitive, especially about his personal appearance, which is quite distinguished. He rather liked Jim. and Jim doted on the colonel's daughter, and it was a foregone conclusion in the family that Jim would win the girl, as the father was on his side. The presideut with the bullion voice opened it, for it was a good door and belonged to him personally. It was not bank assets. Soiled Murphy then hit him over the organ of firmness with the judicial scales, which I had thoughtlessly laid across the woolsack. "Ye-es, he's been drinking ever since. I've just sent the doctor to see him. Let the corporal and one man of the guard go with the ambulance to escort Mrs. Doyle out of the garrison and take her home. She shall not stay." But then came sensation* Quietly rising from his seat, the official who so recently had had the verbal tilt with Cram held forth a rusty, orosshilted, two-edged knife that looked as though it might have lain in the mud and wet for hours. Black Jim turned the kev in the door after he came in and began killing flies on the counter with his iron hitching Then Mr. Allerton had told his story again, without throwing the faintest light oo the proceedings, and the hackdriver was found, and frankly and fully told his: that Lascelles and another gentleman hired him about eight o'clock to drive them down to the former's place, which they said was several squares above the barracks. lie said that he would have to charge them eight dollars such a night anywhere below the old cotton-press, where the pavement ended. But then they had delayed starting nearly an hour, and took another gentleman with them.and that when driven by the storm to shelter at the Pelican saloon, three squares below where the pavement ended, and he asked for his money, saying he dare go no farther in the darkness and the flood, the Frenchman wouldn't pa3r, because he hadn't taken them all the way. He pointed out that he had to bring another gentleman and had to wait a long time, and demanded his eight dollars. The other gentleman, whom he found to be one of the officers at the barracks, slipped a bill into his hand and said it was all he had left, and if it wasn't enough he'd pay him the next time he came to town. But the others were very angry, and called him an Irish thief, and then the big soldier in uniform said he wouldn't have a man abused because he was Irish, and Lieut. Waring, as he understood the name of this other officer to be, told him, the witness, to slip out and say no more, that he'd fix it all right, and that was the last he saw of the party, but he heard loud words and the sound of a scuffle as he drove In the afternoon I tried thecase, Lyons trying to get a change of venue on the ground that I was prejudiced. I denied the motion, telling him that I never allowed anything to prejudice me in a case. I was not only perfectly free to try it, but would rather try it than not. Having seen the fight, how could I be preju: diced? Lyons was found guilty, for why fine a man like Soiled Murphy, who had no money? • One day the colonel took Jim out to ride behind his cantankerous Kentucky mare, and she kicked the dashboard of the buggy into smithereens and landed both gentlemen by the roadside. post. "Why, she's gone, sir," said Ferry. "The guard told me she went out of the back gate and up the track towards Anatole's—going for all she was worth —just after dawn." "Have you ever seen this knife before?" he asked. And Doyle, lifting up his eyes one instant, groaned, shud dered, and said: "What do you want of me?" exclaimed the president, taking a large sight draft out of a tall bottle marked "Mucilage," but smelling more like the matriculating room of a bichloride institute. "What are you intruding here for?" "I wanted to see you with regards to a certificate of deposit I've got here calling for $18." "How on earth did you get here? This wouldn't have been so bad. as neither of them was hurt, and the colonel was doing the driving, but Jim had to discover a fracture in the colonel's right eye, and he at once began to make i fuss about it. "The mischief she has! What can have started her? Did you see her yourself, Sergt. Bennett?" asked the captain of a stocky little Irish soldier, (landing at the moment with drawn saber awaiting opportunity to speak to his commander. "Whose property is it or was it?" At first he would not reply. He moaned and shook. At last: "Sure,the initials are on the top," he "Oh, my God, yes!" "We caunot pay it. Everything is gone. We have taken cash on deposit and loaned on approved security, but we cannot realize at once upon our securities. All we want is confidence." I was always against capital in such cases and rarely fined a poor man. I was always the friend of the poor man anyway, and where I could not get the costs from one of the parties I had to rely on county orders at 60 cents on the dollar. But the official was relentless. "Tell us what they are and what they represent." cried. "You're seriously hurt, sir," he said in •lis most sympathetic manner. "Yes, sir," and the saber came flashing up to the present. "She'd wint over to the hospital to get some medicine for the lieutenant just after our bugle sounded first call, and she came runnin' out as I wint to call the officer of the day, sir. She ran back to the lieutenant's quarters ahead of me, and was up only a minute or two whin down she came wid some bundles, and away she wint to the north running, wild-like. The steward told me a moment after of Dawson's escape." "Nothing wrong with nie," snapped the colonel, who was looking for the mare in a dazed sort of way. "But your eye, sir, is badly damaged." "Never mind the eve. Help me to catch the critter." streets, and the muddy footprints on the veranda. She called Alphonse, who found that his master must have come in during the night, after all, for the lamp was taken from the hall table, the library door was closed and locked, so was the front door, also barred within, which it had not been when he went to bed. He tapped at the library, got no answer, so tiptoed to his master's bedroom; it was empty and undisturbed. Neither had madame nor Mile. Nin Kin been to their rooms. Then he was troubled, and then the soldeirs came and called him out into the rain. They could tell the rest. People were crowding the hallway and forcing themselves into the room. Cram and Ferry, curiously watching their ill-starred comrade, had exchanged glances of dismay when the knife was bo suddenly produced. Now they bent breathlessly forward. "So you are one of these here confi- dence men I've heard tell of, are you?" I was re-elected twice before my political policy was discovered. "No, no; not that; not that! Oh, me Gawd, that I should be called a confidence man by a low, brutal man with a retreating forward and whiskers on his hands!" With that the president put the end of his nose 011 a new blotter to hide a massive tear. Before I leave I may write you another letter from here regarding the fair, giving you more information regarding it. "I must insist on bandaging your eye first, colonel. Why, it is a blurred mass, and I greatly fear yon have lost the sight of it," persisted Jim. The silence for the moment was oppressive.Toe HEED ROT LIE, JEFFERS, ■AID. The dance I spoke of was pulled ju9t before I could get there. If I had known it was really not a moral jig, I never would have thought of attending, but Pilcher, our schoolteacher, who is hero at the expense of the school district obtaining advanced methods and studying rational educational progress, said it was instructive and pleasing. "If it's the knife I mane," he sobbed at last, desperately, miserably, "the letters are 8. B. W., and It belongs to Lieut. Waring of our bathery." "Look here, you young fool," roared the colonel, "can't yon attend to your own affairs. That eye, sir, is glassdo you hear—glass! glass!" "Well, I'm here," said Kelley the black, "to get them $18 or to leave you looking like a Hamburg steak. Eighteen dollars is not much to you. You give more than that every little while toward making the heathen a free moral agent, but I have been 20 years paying up my debts acquired by reason of a rise in the river which took my logs to Corpus Christi when I had agreed to deliver same to parties at Stillwater. Eighteen dollars will relieve this mental strain. Otherwise I shall paper this room with your poor, perishing body and very bkely asphyxiate the cat with your soul. Your nouse was Hooaea an day," angrily asked Cram. "DawBon! escaped from hospital?" "Sure we made a raft, sir—'Louette and me—and poled over to the levee, and I walked every fut of the way down to follow me husband, aa I swore I would whin we was married. I'd 'a' come in Anatole's boat, sir, but 'twas gone—gone since last night Did ye know that, capt'in?" "Yes, sir. They thought he was all right last evening when he was sleeping, and took the sentry off, and al four this morning he was gone." But no questioning, however adroit, could elicit from him the faintest information as to how It got there. The last time he remembered seeing it, he said, was on Mr. Waring's table the morning of the review. A detective testified to having found It among the bushes under the window as the water receded. Ferry and the miserable Ananias were called, and they, too, had to identify the knife, and admit that neither had seen it about the room since Mr. Waring left for town. Ol other witnesses called, came first the proprietor of the stable to which the cab belonged. Horse and cab, he said, covered with mud, were found under a shed two blocks below the French market, and the only thing in the cab was a handsome silk umbrella, London make, which Lieut. Pierce laid claim to. Mrs. Doyle swore that as she was going in search of her husband she met the cab just below the Pelican, driving furiously away, and that in the flash of lightning she recognized the driver as the man whom Lieut. Warinc had beaten that morning on And that is why Jim didn't marry the colonel's daughter.—Detroit Free Press. VIL "THIS LETTER CAME TO BBASTON BT Nothing New. Forty-eight hours had passed, and not a trace had been found of Lieut. Waring1. The civil officers of the law had held grave converse with the seniors on duty at the barracks, and Cram's face was lined with anxiety and trouble. The formal inquest was held as the flood subsided, and the evidence of the post surgeon was most important. About the throat of the murdered man were indubitable marks of violence. The skin was torn as by finger-nails, the flesh bruised and discolored as by fiercely-grasping fingers. But death, said the doctor, was caused by the single stab. Driven downward with savage force, a sharp-pointed, two-edged, straight-bladed knife had pierced the heart, and all was over in an instant. One other wound there Cram's story is already told, and he could add nothing. The officials tried to draw the battcryman out as to the relations existing between Lieut. Waring and madame, but got badly "bluffed." Cram said he had never seen anything in the faintest degree worthy of comment. Had he heard anything? Yes, but nothing worthy of consideration, much less of repetition. Had he not loaned Mr. Waring his team and carriage to drive madame to town that morning? No. How did he get it then? Took it! Was Mr. Waritg In the habit of helping himself to the property of his brother officers? Yes, whenever he felt like it, for they never objected. The legal official thought such spirit of camaraderie in the light artillery must make life at the barracks something almost poetio, to which Cram responded: "Oh, at times absolutely idyHlc." And the tilt ended with the HAND, NOT BV MAIL." A famous after dinner speaker had a curious experience one evening last spring. He had been invited to make one of a half dozen Bjieeches upon a certain occasion, but circumstauces over which he had no control prevented his arrival at the board until the evening was well nigh at its close. He was caljed upon to wind up the evening's festivities five minutes after his arrival, and then he got upon his feet and made the fin&st effort of his life. Much to his surprise, his best stories fell flat, and he was much disappointed thereat. On his way home he unbosomed himself to the toast master in this wise: Tomorrow we visit the street in Cairo and ride on a harelip dromedary from Ephesus. Respectfully yours, your father,"It's the same hand—the same woman, Cram, beyond a doubt. She bled Waring for the old home's sake the first winter he was in the south. He told ine all about it two years ago in Washington, when we heard of her the second time. Now she's fallowed him over here, or got here first, tried the same frame probably, met with a refusal, and this anonymous note is her revenge. The man she married was a crack-brained weakling who got into the army the fag end of the war, fell in love with her pretty face, married her, then they quarreled and he drank himself into a muddle-head. She ran him into debt; then he gambled away government funds, bolted, was caught, and would have been tried and sent to jail, but some powerful relative saved him that, and simply had him dropped —never heard of him again. She was A groan and a feverish toss from the occupant of the narrow bed interrupted her. - % "Hush, Jim darlin't Here's the capt'in to see you and tell yon he's come back to have yon roighted. Sure how could a poor fellow be expected to come home in all that awful storm this morning, capt'in? 'Tis for not comin' the colonel had him under arrest; but I tell him the capt'in '11 see him through." The present hesitated a moment, and then with a sigh took a roll from his bootleg and paid Jim his little old $18. away. "You will not mention this on the street, of course," said the president, with a bright, wan smile, slapping Jim on the shoulder and raising a cloud of dust. Pat's Seat. And Mrne. d'llervilly had given her testimony, which, translated, was tc this effect: She had known the deceased these twenty years. He had been- In the employ of her lamented husband, who died of the fever In '55, An Irishman was once asked by a friend to go to a concert with liim. Pat consented to go. They had not proceeded far on the way before J'at asked how much the seats were. But Cram pushed her aside as she still interposed between h*rti and the bed. "No," said Jim, giving the presidents hearty slap on the back that shook a lung loose and made it fall the whole length of the poor man's chest, "not till 1 get there." And he left the iron hitching post on the president's desk and came away. When the crowd broke in, they found it there, like a mighty paper- "That was an awfully cold crowd tonight. They didn't take my stories well at all. Weren't they good stories?" Hi s friend said the front seats were a shilling each and the back seats were sixpence each; the programmes a penny each. and motasieur had succeeded to the business, and made money, and owned property in town, besides the old family residence on the levee below. He was wedded to Emilie only a little while before the war, and lived at "Doyle, look np and answer. Doyle, I say!" "Yes, they were,"1 replied the toast master, "but they had already been told by the previous speakers."—Harjjer's Magazine. % Again vehement protestations, and now an outburst of taara and pleadlags, from the Woman. was, a slashing cut across the stomach, which had let a large amount of blood, I bqt Bftlght possibly not have JDeen mor- "All right," saidPat; "I will sit in tba programmes."—London Spare Momenta,