Connecticut western news., 1895-05-30

 is at present living on his farm near Clinton and is said to be as rollicksome and as fond of his joke now as he was then. One day Bronaugh approached Boles, explained the situation and asked that Golf be transferred to his company.
 "All right" said Captain Boles. "Who can you give me in his placer"
 "Well. I've got man named Jones you can have"
 "Is he a good soldier?"
 "The best fighter ever saw"
 "Done, said Captain Boles, and that part of the matter was settled. The only consent to be transferred, and this was done in the following manner:
 "Mr. Jones'" said Captain Bronaugh one day, II understand you are trying to get out of my company and into Cap tain Boles' want you to understand, sir, that don t propose to permit you to do anything of the kind If any officer has got to be losing his men for every little fool reason that may come up, there'd just as well not be any officer at all 1"
 d statement of the case, and then remark ed that he'd be dash blank dashed if he would stay in any such double dashed company any more-just see if he would i! In this manner his consent was won, and the next day he applied to Captain Boles for transfer. The application should have been sent to certain superior officers, but Captain Bronaugh was unwilling for this to be done, for fear he might lose his trade.
 "No use to bother Colonel Lewis about little thing like that" he said to Boles "Just let's wait till the thing has about had time to go through the rounds and then just swap the men our selves
 Accordingly, some two weeks later, Bruin was informed that his transfer had been granted, the two captains ex- changed the names and the trade was settled.
 The next time the two captains met was several months later in Bosier par ish, Louisiana, and-shall confess it. at a dance. If this statement should meet the eyes of any of his church off, cials, they are respectfully requested not to turn him out on account of it. The offense was committed over 30 years ago, and do not really think he makes practice of dancing today. However, he and Boles were both on the floor and dancing, when the latter exclaimed:
 Say, Bronaugh, I've got crow to pick with you.
 "What is it?''
 "You remember that fellow Jones you traded off on me? What did you mean by telling me he was good sol dier?'
 "I never said it, Boles. said he was the best fighter I ever saw" "Oh, that was it, was it? I believe you were right about it too. He's whip ped every private in my company all ready, and they say he is going to begin on his being a fighter" ]"
 The last time Captain Bronaugh ever saw Bruin was in the hospital at Mem phis. The first face he noticed when he entered the ward was his, and it was pale and still as death. Hoping to be of some service to one of his former men, the captain stood at the bedside for a moment. Just then the closed eyes open ed, the face lighted up with its old ex- pression, and in the half stifed accents of death the old stream of profanity be- gan to flow. Bruin was Bruin to the { last.
 Hundreds of old Confederate soldiers | in Missouri will recall poor Bruin with a ghmmer about the eyes that is half a smile and half a tear. Nobody knows what his first name really was nobody ever knew where he came from. It used to be asserted that he was from Arkan- sas, but perhaps this was merely from a humorous desire to lower the reputation of that state. No one knows who his people were or what his past history was. Let us hope, though, that he who knows all about him saw something in his early life that could account for the hardness of heart of this Timon of Athens of the Confederacy and made some allowance accordingly.-P. w.. | Horn in St. Louis Republic.