Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-16

rupted her.
 "Hush, Jim darlin'l Here's the capt'in to see you and tell you he's come back to have you roighted. Sure how could 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 Il see him through"
 But Cram pushed her aside as she bed.
 Doyle, look up and answer. Doyle, I say!''
 Again vehement protestations, and now an outburst of tears and plead ings, from the woman.
 "Oh, he can't understand you, capt'in. An, don't be hard on him. Only this mornin' he was sayin' how the capt'in reminded him of the ould foine days whin the officers was all gintlemen and soldiers. He's truer to ye than all the rest of thim, sir. Dye moind that, capt'in? Ye wouldn't be- lave it, mabby, but there's them that can tell ye Loot'nant Waring was no friend of yours, sir, and worse than that, if ould Lascelles could spake now but there's thim left that can, glory be to Gody'
 "Oh, for Gods sake shut up," spoke Cram roughly, goaded beyond all patience. "Doyle, answer mel" And he shook him hard. "You were at the Pelican last night, and you saw MT. Waring and spoke with him? What did lie 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 incoherencies were all that Cram could extract from the prostrate man. Again the woman interposed, eager, fearful.
 "Sure he was there, capt'in, he was there; he told me of it whin I fetched him home last night to git him out of the storm and away from that place; but he's too dhrunk now to talk. Sure there was no gettin' down here to barx for anybody. The cabman, sir, said no carriage could make it."
 'What cabman? That's one thing want to know. Who is he? What be- came of him?''
 ''Sure and how do I know, sir? He was quiet, dacent man, sir; the same that Mir. Waring bate so cruel and made Jeffers kick and bate him too saw 1t all."
 "And was he at the Pelican last night? I must know" "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 be- tween the Frenchman and Waring,- sure you can't blame him, wid his wife goin' on so wid the 1oot'nant all the | last month, - and blows was struck, | and Doyle interposed to stop it, sir, loike the gintleman that he is, and the l cab-driver took a hand and pitched him out into the mud. Sure he'd been drinking 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 | caught out there in the mud and in the storm, and twas me went out wid Dawson and another of the byes and fetched him in. And we niver heerd ot the murther at all all, sir, until came l down here to-day, that's Gods troot, | she ended breathlessly, reckless of her l descriptive confusion of Doyle and Divinity.
 And still the Irishman lay there | limp, soggy, senseless, and at last, dis mayed and disheartened, the captain turned away.
 "rromise to sober him mp by reveille and you may stay. But hear this: Ii he cannot answer for himself by that time, out you go in the battery cart with a policeman to take you to tho calaboose." And then he left.
 No sooner had his footsteps diec away than the woman turned on he1 patient, now struggling to a sitting posture.
 "Lie still, you thafe and cur, ant sware you to every word say, unless
 you'd hang in his place. Dhrinh this
 now, and go to slape, and be riddy t.
 tell the story give ye in the mornin'
 or may the knife ye drove in tha
 poor mummy's throat come back to GU
 your coward heart out"
 And Doyle, shivering, sobbing, crazet
 with drink and fear, covered his eye
 with his hands and threw himself bacl
 on his hot and steaming pillow. | hC A4LAS oIA 4OoC LII AAA1dAO hA
 cloudless as the horses of the batter came forth from the dark interior 0
 the stable and, after watering at tn long wooden trough on the platform
 were led away by their white-fr -frocke grooms, each section to it's own picket
 line. Ferry, supervising the duty
 presently caught sight of the ta1 : muscular form of his captain comin
 briskly around the corner, little Pierc tripping along by his side. Crar l acknowledged the salute of the batter officer of the day in hurried fashion. , Good-morning, Ferry" he sait
 "Tel me, who were there when yo 3 got Doyle away from that woman ye Q terday2"
 "Only the three, sir,-Mr. and MT
 Doyle and the negro girl" r "No sign of anybody else?" y "None, sir. I didn't go in the hous
 at all. rode in the gate and calle k for Doyle to come out. The woma n tried to barley, but refused to reco 4 | ok an Do,