Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-17


 nearly a year. and believed him to be | at Key West.
 Alphonse, the co1ored boy, was so
 terrified by the tragedy and by his de- tention under the same roof with the murdered man that his evidence was only dragged from him. Nobody sus- pected 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 was to close the shutters when the storm broke. He: left 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. He had slept soundly, as
 negroes will, despite the gale and the roar of the rain that drowned all other noise. It was late the next morning l when his mother called him. The old nanny was frightened to see the
 front gate open, the deep water in the streets, and the muddy footprints on l the veranda. She called Alphonse, who | found that his master must have come
 in during the night, after all, for the |
 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 masters bedroom; it was empty
 and undisturbed. Neither had madame
 nor Mile. Min Min been to their rooms. Then he was troubled, and ! hA
 out into the rain. They could tell the rest.
 Grams story is already told, and he
 could add nothing. The officials tried
 to draw the batteryman 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
 anything2 Yes, but nothing worthy
 of consideration, much less of repeti-
 tion. Had he not loaned MT. Waring
 his team and carriage to drive madame
 to town that morning? No. How did
 he get it then? Took it! Was MT.
 Waring in the habit of helping him
 self to the property of his brother
 officers? Yes, whenever he felt like it,
 for they never objected. The legal
 official thought such spirit of cam
 araderie in the light artillery must
 make life at the barracks something
 almost poetic, to which Cram re-
 sponded: ''Oh, at times absolutely
 idyllic." And the tilt ended with the
 civil functionary ruff1ed, and this was
 bad for the battery. Cram never had
 any policy whatsoever.
 | nOU1a hn no~f ryifnasS
 summoned, and more God-forsaken-
 looking fellow never sat in a shell
 jacket. Still in arrest, physically, at
 the beck of old Braxton, and similarly
 hampered, intellectually, at the will o1
 bold John Barleycorn, MT. 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 condi-
 tion. Mrs. Doyle's appearance in the
 neighborhood some weeks before had
 been the signal for 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 con
 stitution of his patient, had pulled
 him out in a few hours. But this time 'Pills the Less'' had found Doyle in g
 state bordering on terror, even wher
 assured that the quantity of his pota tions had not warranted an approach
 to tremens. The post surgeon hat been called in too, and "Pills the Pitt less," as he was termed, thanks to hi. unfailing prescription of quinine anC blue mass in the shape and size O. buckshot, having no previous acquaint ance, in Doyle, with these attacks , pooh-poohed the case, administered | bromides and admonition in due pro ) | portion, and went off about more i'm ! portant business. Dr. Potts, however stood by his big patient, wondering f ! what should cause him to start in sucl terror at every step upon the stai l \ without, and striving to bring sleep t. 3 eyes that had not closed the livelonl s night nor all the balmy, beautiful day !. Once he asked if Doyle wished him t. send for his wife, and was startled a r the vehemency of the reply: 'Fo : Gods sake, no!' and, shuddering t Doyle had hidden his face and turne 0 away. Potts got him to eat something e towards noon, and Doyle begged fo }, more drink, but was refused. He wa . sober, yet shattered, when MT. Dral1 e suddenly appeared just about stable S call and bade him repair at once to tn j. presence of the commanding officer d Then Potts had to give him a drink, O 0 he would never have got there. Wit a the aid of a servant he was dressed n and, accompanied by the doctor t reached the office. Braxton locke d him over coldly.
 O "Mr. Doyle." said he, ''the civil al + thorities have made acquisition for But he had got no further when Doyl e staggered, and but for the doctor h help might have fallen.
 $ "For Gods sake, colonel, it isn Il true! Sure know nothing of it at a d at all, sir. Indade, indade, was blin e dhrunk, colonel Sure they'd swear IS mans life away, sir, just because h D. was the one-he was the one that" l; ''Be silent, sirl You are not accused that know of. It is as witness yo g are needed. Is he in condition to te n tify, doctor?"
 y "He is well enough, sir, to tell wh; s. he knows, but he claims to know not