The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-09-06

Charley. Well, sir, that's just what I'd done. I'd thrown the candle over on | the bed or somewheres, an when we | got there there wasn't nothin' but the four 'dobe walls left There wasn't | enough of that dead man left to hold an inquest on. Maybe they didn't amuse themselves with me good and plenty. They got out the story that I l killed the man an then burned the house to cover up my crime, an durn- ed fool prosecuting attorney they had in that county wanted to take 1t up, had my troubles over that"
 T was a good joke on you," said | Trooper Jim. Who's got any water | in his canteen?"
 There's a good cold spring about a | quarter of a mile down the road" ob- 1 served the kid" You can't miss it;
 there's dead Spaniard rod above an watkins good"
 Around headquarters there was no story telling that night. Everybody was thinking about the battle and or l those who had fallen. Forgetfulness | had not yet come. Allyn Caprons
 death seemed a personal loss to each | one of his brother officers. Each one had something to say that showed his admiration and affection for the gallant | young soldier. Church broke down as he told of his last moments. I'm done for" he had said, when they raised
 him up. You can't help me- Old man"-to Dr. Church-"won't-you
 please write to my wife?' Then, as
 he was suffering intense pain, the sur-
 geon administered cocaine, and he be-
 came mercifully unconscious.
 Tt was the death he would have
 chosen" said one. He was soldier, through and through"
 But a few days later the dead ap-
 peared to be forgotten. I say "apepar-
 ed.'' They were held in no less affec- donate remembrance in one sense, but amid such scenes as are enacted in
 war one lives years in a few days The events of week ago seem wonderfully
 remote, and ones sensibilities become dulled It is we'll that it is so.
 1 I believe that there Is more story | telling around soldiers campfire than
 in any other place in the world. I am l
 I have been in Cuba than ever in my | life before. Perhaps 1t Is owing to the
 soldiers desire to divert his mind from
 his present surroundings and by re- l calling the past to convince himself | that he really was at one time--to use | his own expression-"on earth" Per-
 haps 1t is because it is about the only | form of amusement. Colonel Roosevelt ! is a good story-t teller, and whether he
 is talking of his little Missouri ranch
 experiences or of the humors of New | York police court he always has a large
 and interested audience. One night he
 was speaking of the Marquis de Mores. Tt was like living wits a cotton1mouth-
 ed adder to be with him" he said, tex
 citing and interesting but not pleasant.
 An intensely spectacular man--dramat-
 ic He would receive an anonymous ] note not to go by a certain butte, where he could never by any possibility have
 had any intention of going: that as-
 sassins were concealed there waiting | for him. Forthwith he would festoon
 himself with pistols and knives, mount
 his coal-black horse and ride around
 that butte. glaring into the darkness. l People fleeced him and humbugged him
 right and left He wanted to join the I Apaches at one time. They appealed
 to him as noble and oppressed race.
 They would have eaten him."
 | Describing one of his western neigh
 bors Colonel Roosevelt said: 'TIe was
 a man of large and liberal views He
 had no foolish and puerile prejudices
 against virtue Some people didn't be- lieve in arson he would reason. Well, l that was entirely their own affair. No reason why I should quarrel with them
 on that account or hold myself above
 them. "--Chicago Record