Connecticut western news., 1896-08-27

 here, paw, paw, now. Can't you give us your paw? We'll, then, lie down. Charge. charge, charge. Down, lie down, down. Can't you charge? Well, then, speak, speak, Bessie, speak, speak now. Wowl Speak" But Bessie could only follow him with his bright, curious eyes and come when called. So the solace of many more hours of pa tient waiting lay in teaching Bessie these and many other tricks until he was the most accomplished dog in all the garrison and greatly beloved at the barracks. Duffy was a little annoyed about the comment tho inappropriate name called forth, but he insisted that it was as good as another, and the in congruity was soon lost in Bessie's pop ularity.
 Caldwell saw the dog only on rare oc- casions. It staid in its masters room and slept on his bed and waxed fat in retirement. He had spoken to it several times, but otherwise took no notice of its existence, which secretly riled Duffy. But Caldwell was preoccupied and not quite himself. He came home good 
 Bessie, being in his way, got kick that sent him crouching to his master's side. Caldwell might far better have kicked Duffy. However, the striker understood and sympathized with the lieutenant s condition. He himself could never have kicked a dog, even after pay day, but all men are not alike, so Duffy petted Bessie and shut him up in his own room and returned to look after the bodily comfort of his master.
 This, considering the wine, was par donable. but the next offense could not be condoned. It occurred in broad day light, and Caldwell was sober. He had been having an explanation with the commanding officer, and that gentleman had made reflection upon some of the Geutenant's fast growing habits that had exasperated tAe already overworried junior almost beyond endurance. He strode into his quarters and found Duffy, who was not expecting him, dividing his attention between Bessie's charms and the buckle of his master s belt. Now, Bessie's disposition inclined him to for give. He ran to Caldwell, looked up to his face with soft, affectionate eyes and put his little paws, one yellow and one white, upon his knee. Caldwell did not dare to kick the commandant, but he kicked Bessie-and broke the yellow paw. It was the one always held out to Duffy to greet him.
 Duffy bandaged the paw, and in time it grew we'll But Duffy hated Caldwell with the most dangerous of hatreds-a silent and waiting one.
 Caldwell's habits did not improve. His fondness for whisky. whether good or bad, continued. He had good whisky in his room, and Duffy knew it, for be who do not look upon cigars or liquor as private property.
 One day, after Bessie's foot was we'll. Duffy went to get drink, because his spirits were low. There was very little whisky in the decanter, barely half a glassful, and an idea suddenly flashed into the strikers mind. Caldwell was officer of the day. He never started to make the rounds without taking enough liquor to keep him warm, and Duffy knew it and saw his revenge laid bare
 The striker took Bessie for a walk over to the hospital to show the steward the mended paw.
 Say" said Duffy, "I've got the toothache. I didn't sleep none last night. Hev you got somewhat that you give me once? Laudanum, was it Kin you let me hev bitf''
 "Why, yes. guess so" the steward answered and went into the dispensary to get it. a-...
 ''Shall take all that?' inquired tht striker, with sweet simplicity. Lord! No, man. Put some on cot ton and stick it in the tooth. " "Oh, and what wud it do to me if wuz to swallow it? Wud it kill mel" ''No, there ain t enough for that Il would put you pretty fast asleep though"
 "Ohr' said Duffy again.
 Then Bessie went through his trick for the steward and trotted back hom, ! at his masters heels
 That night Caldwell finished the whisky in the decanter and grumbleC that the sutler was selling him vii, tasting stuff, then started off a littl, | The next day he was under arrest-fo ] drunkenness on duty.
 And Duffy, who had, with wei played reluctance, given some of th' most damaging testimony in regard tC Caldwell's haNts at the court martial which dismissed the latter, said goodb, to the disgraced man with a sparkle which was not of tears-in his eyes, ant he told Bessie to give the "leftinant tn right paw," which was the yellow one -Gwendolen Overton in San Francisco | Argonaut