The Press., 1898-10-20
HOT BLOOD IN CAMP.
ARMY ouARRELS THAT ALMOST END-
 ED IN TRAGEDIES.

ARMY QUAHHELS THAt AlMOSl cND- ED IN TRAGEDIES.
 The Story of Captain Who Had Murder In His Heart-A Fiery Lieutenant Colo mel Who Wanted to Kill His Superior
 Omoer-A Peacsmaking Adtutant. "Tragedies in our own camps, out side of battles, were more common than the public knows" said 8 distinguished soldier.
 "The shooting of Major General Nell son at Louisville by Brigadier General Jeff O. Davis because Nelson ill a fit of anger had called Davis 8 long string of hard names. is one of the few that cane to the surface. You wouldn't thil1 it probably, but myself was once so close to a tragedy that it makes my gray hair rise up as recall it.
 "While & number of officers of the regiment were in the major $ tent said something that a captain took excep- | tions to, and a war of words followed. When he pumped out, You are liar !! I struck out with my right and set him to bleeding. He came back at me like tiger cat. We clinched and for three or four minutes had it hot and sharp; then the others separated us. He made all sorts of threats was adjutant. He ranked me, and confess that for time I did fear he would make me trouble in | the way of court martial. but the mat ter seemed to blow over.
 | "One fall afternoon the captain invit- ed me to take a walk with him. Think ing that our troubles had completely healed, consented. On the way back to camp we passed through an orchard. I climbed a tree to get some apples. Just as reached for an apple saw the captain reach for his revolver and glare at me like Q very fiend. Instantly l loos- eDed my hold and dropped to the ground. Seizing a stake, I took my place y his side and said, Now, you cowardly dog, put up that gun or I'll brain you. This time he was kept on a hot griddle for a month, though I made no threats and had no thought of reporting his atte1Lpt to assassinate me.
 "The next fight we got into we made up for good and all and remained fast friends until the final round up, when General Joe Johnston had his men throw down their guns and go home to make a crox.' It happened in this way: The colonel had given the order to form line of battle. As adjutant it was my duty to see that each captain carried out the order. When reached the would be assassin and had performed my duty and started to go away, he called out, 'Adjutant. come back. , When complied, he took my hand, looked me squarely ill the eye and said: Lieutenant, can you forgive me for all of my meanness to you? I hope 50. have never had good hour since that incident in the orchard
 "'With all my heart. captain. No one but you and myself knows any thing about that little affair.
 "As I said, nothing else came up to separate us while in the army. We never met after being mustered out. He died three years ago. Of course could have sent him out of the army in dis grace and placed him in the peniten- tiary after he was out, but I've always been glad did not. He was 8 good sol dier in battle, as brave as they made them, but bulldog in camp. He left the army a major. His name? Never mind that. It is 8 true story. I wish it were not, for cannot forget that at one time in my life was in 8 fair way to be murdered.
 | ,rReport to your headquarters under ar1iest, sir.
 The colonel of @ western regiment missed that remark to his lieutenant colonel as he dismissed the parade one evening in December, 1864, few miles back of Petersburg.
 "I refuse to go. d. you, was the reply.
 "Adjutant, see that Lieutenant Colo nel Blank goes to his quarters at once, |" said the angry colonel, who was in the right, for the lieutenant colonel. who had been drinking, had disobeyed or. ders.
 The adjutant knew both officers we'll, and that it would not do for them to come together that night. He had a merry time of it keeping them apart. The lieutenant colonel would jump up and start for the cabin door with 6 threat to go to the colonel's quarters and cut him down with his sword. He was powerful man, able to carry out his threat unless the colonel should get the drop. Once the arrested officer got away and was half way to the oolonel's cabin, with sword drawn. "Stop, man," said the adjutant. Would you blot your record of three years by com hitting murder? Think of that. Think of your wife and children. Come back to your quarters. You shall not go a step farther in that direction until you have killed me-"
 "I don't want to kill you. but I'm going to kill the colonel"
 "An right, kill him. but wait until tomorrow-until it is light Don't shoot a man in the dark. That is no way for a brave man to do.'
 He went back to his bunk and slept until morning. When he awoke, he came to me and said:
 "How can get out of this scrape. adjutant?''
 Write the colonel an apology"
 He wrote it, and the adjutant took it to the colonel, who read it, laughed and said, "Bring Colonel Blank to my quar- ters' They met like pair of brothers, and to this day the adjutant believes that he prevented an army tragedy, and I guess he did.-Chicago Times Herald.
 Safe Guardian.
 "Do you like candy, mamma?" asked 4-year-old Bessie.
 "No, dear," was the reply. "It al ways makes me sick"
 "I'm awful glad of 1t, " said the lit tie miss. You're just the woman I want to hold my candy while I dress