Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-26

The gruf voice of Sergeant Feeny broke up the colloquy.
 Corporal Murphy, take what men you have here and groom at once. Feed and water too Moreno, want sup per cooked for eight in 30 minutes Drop those cards now. you men. You should have been sleeping as l told you, so as to be ready for work to- night.
 ''shure wo don't go tonight, ser geant.
 "Who says that?' demanded Feeny quickly, whirling upon his subordi- mates. Tho corporal looked embarrassed and turned to Moreno for support. Moreno, profoundly calm. wasr as pro foundly oblivious,
 Moreno there. began Murphy, finding himself compelled to speak.
 "I?" gravely, courteously protested the Mexican. with deprecatory shrug of his shoulders and upward lift of eye brow. "I2 What know I? do but say the Corporal Donovan is not come. How know you go not out tonight?"
 "Neither you nor the likes of you knows," was Feeny's stern retort.. We go when we will and no questions asked. As for you, Murphy, you be ready, and it's me yen II ask, not any outsider, when we go. I've had enough to swear at today without you fellows playing of on me. Go or no go, no liquor, mind you. The first man I catch drinking I'll tie bT the thumbs to the back of the ambulance. and he'll foot it to Stoneman. No words were wasted in remon- strance or reply. These were indeed "the days of the empire in Arizona days soon after the great war of the re- bellion, when men drank and swore and fought and gamhled in the rough life of their exile, but obeyed, and | obeyed without question, the officers appointed over them. These were the | days when veteran sergeants like Feeny men who had served under St. George | Cooke and Sumner and Harney on tho wide frontier before the war, who had ridden with the starry guidons in many a wild, whirling charge under Sheridan and Merritt and Custer in the valley of Virginia-held almost despotic powers among the troopers who spent that en- listment in the isolation of Arizona Rare were the cases when they abused their privilege. stern was their rule, rude their speech, but by officers and men alike they were trusted and re- spected.
 As for Feeuy, there were not lacking those who declared him spoiled. Twice that day had the paymaster been on the point of rebuking his apparent in- | difference. Twice had he withheld his censure, knowing. after all, Feeny to be in the right and himself in the wrong. And now in the gathering shades of night, as he stood in silence watching the brisk process of grooming, and noted how thorough and businesslike, even though sharp and stern, was Fee ny, the paymaster was wishing he had not yentured to disregard the caution of so skilled veteran.
 And yet the paymaster, having hu- man heart in his breast, had been sorely tried, for the appeal that came for help | was one he could not well resist. Pass ing Ceralvo's at midnight and pushing relentlesSly ahead instead of halting there as the men had hoped, the party was challenged in the Mexican tongue.
 "Queviene?
 To which unlocked for and uncalled for demand the leading trooper, scorn- ing greaser interference in American territory, promptly answered:
 "Go to h-lr'
 All tho same he heard the click of lock and was prompt to draw his own Colt, as did likewise the little squad riding ahead of the creaking ambu- lance. The two leaders of the mules whirled instantly about and became | fanuIn1 Y,rN with fha xx-hanl md | the paymaster was pitched out of a dream into a doubled up mass on the opposite seat. To his startled questions the driver could only make reply that he didn't know what was tho matter the sergeant had gone ahead to see. Presently Feeny shouted "Forwardi" and on they went again, and not until Ceralvo's was mile behind could the major learn the cause of the detention. "Some of Ceralvo's people," answered Feeny; ''d-n their impudence! They thought to stop us and turn us in there by stories of Indian raids just below us-three prospectors murdered 24 miles this sido of the Sonora line. Cochises' people never came this. far west of the Chiricahua range. It's white cutthroats maybe, and we'll need | our whole command. "
 And yet in the glaring sunshine of that May morning, after they had un- saddled at Moreno's, ard the sergeant, wearied with the vigils of two success sive nights, had gone to sleep in the coolest shade he could find, there came riding across the sunbaked, cactus dotted plain at the west young man who had the features of the American and the grave, courteous bearing of the Mexican.
 My namo is Harvey" said he. My sisters, who have been in San Francisco at school, are with me on the way to visit our parents in Tucson. Father was to have met us at the Bend with relays of mules. We have waited IS hours and can wait no longer. Fol Gods sake let half dozen of your men ride out and escort them down here. There is no doubt in the world the Apaches are in the mountains on both sides, and I'm trembling for fear they've already found our camp. None of my party dared mako the ride, so l had tc come. "
 What was Hummer to do2 He didn't want to rouse the sergeant. This wasn't l SOiAS baASA bo StAdANO SS bub AAOlAe uorthward to the rescue of imperiled beauty. He simply couldn't refuse especially when Donovan and others were eager to go. From Mir. Harvey he learned that his father had married into an old Spanish Mexican family al Havana, had been induced by them tc take charge of certain business in Mat amoras, and that long afterward ht had removed to Guaymas and thence to Tucson. The children had been ed ucated at San Francisco. and the sis ters, now IT and 15 years of ago re