The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-10-21
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 2l, 1877.
Chandler and Miles.

Since my friend Zachariah returned
to the congenial shades of private life,
L have recognized the sacred privileges
of such citizenship, and dropped him
from those relegated to that which
u But the prominence o by
Miles in his Indian fight recalls a good
story, which 1 cannot help repeating:
Miles was in Washington while Zach
ariah was in the Interior, and the first
named being appealed to by a clerkess
discharged from the Interior office,
wended his way to that interesting To-
cality, to use his influence to have the
discharged restored. Miles felt in his
military soul that he had influence.
Was he not a relative of the great
Sherman and Ewing families? Was he
not a rising West Pointer, with a re-
cord behind and a career before him?
he thought to End the doors fly open of
themselves as he approached the high
office Of the high old Michigander.
He sent his ~pasteboard, and was bid
to take a seat. No, it was not worth
while sitting, and our military rooster
walked to and fro, expecting every mo-
ment to be summoned. But moments
went by on leaden wings, without a
summons; there must have been some
mistake. He sought the messenger.
The messenger reported that he had
placed the pasteboard before the Secre-
tary. Miles sent in another, and yet no
doors flew open. He walked inpatient
ly until tired, and then he hinged on
his military center and watched, fret
ting his military soul at the delay.
He sought to pass the time by study
ing the people about him. They were a
motley group-running from well dres-
sed men and women down to
common laborers. At last the messen-
ger returned. Here was his call. Not
a bit Of it. The stupid fellow nodded
out n of the crowd who had preceded
Miles. This went on for two hours,
and Miles would have abandoned the
business but for the tenecity of purpose
his late Indian business indicates. At
last he was called into the presence of
the great Michigander, who, worn
down by troublesome demands that he
characterized to n pious member of
Congress by saying that he would ''as
soon be in hell without a fan as in the
Interior without appropriations" was
in a bad humor. Miles helped himself
to a chair, and Zach said, grufiy:
"Well, sir, what is your business?"
Il came, Mr.. Secretary" responded
Miles, smoothly, 'to get Il poor woman
restored to her clerkship."
"What!' exclaimed Zach, with an
emphasis that gave the force and explo-
sion to the word as if shot from the
deadly level of a gun.
81 came" repeated the distinguished
relative, ''to get a discharged clerk re-
stored.n
Zacbariah rose solemnly from his
chair, stalked to the door at which our
friend entered, and, pointing to q
printed placard thereon, reared:
"Can you read, sir?"
Certainly, responded. the military
relative now, with a good deal of the
spunk taken out of him.
Then read that Miles reads; mo
Vacancies in this Department"
"Good morning sir" growled Zach,
and the Sherman Ewing relative hauled
off to repair damages.
1t happened that the very next Sun
day, Miles was entering the grounds of
the Soldiers Home on a visit to Colonel
Pitcher. He had driven. his buggy in
when Zach dashed up, but the sergeant
in charge closed the gate, refusing him
admittance. Zach had n friend with
him to whom he was DESTROYS of show
ing the Soldiers Home, and noticing
this military gentleman on the inside,
sang out:
81 say, Colonel, tell this fellow who 1
am, will your"
Miles dismounted from his buggy,
went back through the gate, and said
slowly to Zachariah:
"Can you read, sir?"
Certainly l can," roared old Zach.
"Well, sir, read that" and Miles
pointed with the end of his whip to the
sign on the gate: 'sNo Admission on
Sundays"
Good morning, sir" said Miles as
he drove away. The sergeant on duty
heard a stout old party in the carriage
say:
well I'll be damned!"[Donn Piatt
in Cincinnati Enquirer.
The Foe of Pam.