Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-04-09

Kenton to his headquarters. The gen
eral looked at the young man before
him for half a minute before saying:
You headed the detachment which
captured the gun in a hand to hand
fight. You did nobly. Who is captain
of your company"
Captain Wyle, SIR
"Ah, yes. Captain Truesdale was
wounded and crippled for life. Il see.
And you are still private?'
Eyes, sir
"H'm! l ought to have remember
you, but l have been busy-very busy.
Is your captain with his company?"
No, sir. He left several days ago ON
furlough''
Him! And haven't you asked for a
furlough too?"
II have not"
well, We'll see about it later on.
Tomorrow l shall be away. The day
after at 10 o'clock in the morning l
wish you to report here to me. Stay!
will write an order to that effect, which
will be your authority for leaving camp.
Show it to your commanding officer
And when Kenton returned to the
guards and related his interview and
exhibited the order all congratulated
him-all except Ike Baxter. That in
dividual felt himself greatly wronged.
and his mutterings took the form of
words:
"Drat that burned Yankee, but he's
jest gwine to boss this hull army if the
captain doan' dun hurry back to camp"
HIS APOLOGY FOR CROSS WORDS.
1t Was n wildcat Scheme, but the Nevada
Cowboy Propitiated the Lady.
ION my overland triI. to San Francis
co l was treated to the exhibition of a
rough ranchman put very much on his
good behavior" said a New York lady.
I'VE had got out at one of the stations
in Nevada for dinner. l have forgotten
the name of the place, if ever l noted it,,
but if it wasn't Poverty Flat it was mis-
named. Not feeling hungry, l leaned
back in my chair. idly looking at the dis
tant sand hills through the open window
opposite, unmindful of the rattle of
knives and plates around me. A rough
voice at my very ear startled me from
my dref n.
Here, why the hell don't you pass
me the butter?
1T came from the nearer one of two
stalwart, sunburned men, who seemed to
be ranchers or miners. They sat beside
me in dusty high top boots and rough
peajackets, with their broad brimmed
hats on, and We're eating as if they had
long arrears to make up in the way of
square meals.
Imagine my establishment at such a
summons, which made no doubt was
addressed to me. But was too much
inundated to be indignant and hastily
handed him not only the butter, but ev-
erything else within my reach At this
he looked round at me for the first time,
and his look of anrazement showed that
he was worse taken back than l had
been. He did not thank me, but took
his hat off and put it under his chair
and nudging his companion said in an
aweStricken stage whisper:
81 say, jim, take your hat off. She's
Il lady
Then, evidently wishing to make fur
turned to me:
Say, marin, hev We ever seen live
wildcat? Cause eff yer amt I've got
one outside here l catched myself, an Ill
take ye out after we get through eatin
an show it ter ye.'
Il thanked him and said l would be
very glad to see it, as had never seen
one. After dinner, having still 10 min
utes to spare, we went to see the wild
cat. 1t was in a rough wooden box with
wooden bars, crouching as far back as it
could get, with its eyes cleaning like
Goals of fire. When one of the men Of
fered it piece of meat on the end of a
stick, it made Il spring that seemed as if
it would break through the bars, but the
stick had sharp point that made it
beat a hasty retreat, though not before
it had secured the meat, over which it
snarled viciously. Its owner told me he
had brought it to the station to send it to
a frieE who kept Il clubhouse what
ever that is, in Carson City. | asked
him to tell us how he caught it, but be-
fore he could answer the conductor
called out, All aboard! AS the train
got under way looked back and saw
my two friends flying across the country
on their mustangs. New York Sun.