Arizona republican., 1898-09-15
that same whin I tux service wid ye,


 sor.'
 Throw that blamed goblet over board and go and get my spy-glass, as told you, you internal idiot!" "Yes, sor.' said John, calmly tOss- ling the glass over the side, and in do- ling so narrowly escaped dashing it up- on the upturned face of our executive officer, Lieutenant Commander George Dewey. Mir Dewey was on tour of inspection. circling the frigate in one of the cutters. The Colorado had just arrived from Trieste. The passage down the Adriatic sea had been q stormy one. and the painstaking ex- ecutive wanted to see for himself how the old ship looked after her battle with the waves.
 i It was a lovely spring Sunday morn ing. We had dropped anchor in the beautiful Bay of Naples, and I had crept up into the mizzen-top, to drink | in, with bOyish Zest, the delights of our glorious surroundings. Off our beams lay Ischia and Capri, standing [ like stern Roman sentinels on guard, at the horns of the bay. Ahead, lay the Cam panaila; from it's center rises old Ve- suvius, from whose grim apex 1 could see floating upward a hay wreath, sig nificant of the unrest beneath. 1 watched the old admiral with a great deal of interest; had I been kodak fiend I should, then and there, have forfeited my appointment by taking a snap shot at the irate officer as he gaZed at the sleek, unconcerned menia1.
 Go below, you blundering Irishman,
 before 1 have you tossed over after the glass!" The man disappeared, with just the suspicion of a smirk on his innocent looking face.
 MT. Dewey would like to have you find out, sir, who is heaving crockery
 over the side of the ship, sir" This came from one of the crew of the cut ter; he had come up with the order and spoke to Lieutenant Commander
 John Crittenden Watson, at the time officer of the deck. The admiral oyer
 heard the message of the angry ex- lecutive and laughed quietly.
 'Tell MT. Dewey that it was the ad- miral, my man," said he, soberly; then turning to MT. Watson, he remarked
 He can't very we'll put the admiral in
 the brig, though I may deserve it''
 He may look around for substi-
 tute. admiral" answered MT. Watson
 smiling.
 "Oh, no, Dewey has too keen a sense
 of justice; besides I remember him
 saying once that he had no use for sub-
 stitutes'
 A few moments after this, MT
 Dewey himself came over the star.
 board gangway, saluting the admira with rather naughty air You see
 tsn-pounder may spin merrily pas
 a fellows head aboard a man-o'-war hio1
 to hang the old time jest about a "mis! being as good as a mile,'' but when plain matter of fact, plebian tumblel . shoots past you, contrary to the article: of war, and in direct violation of es tablished naval etiquette, the circum
 stance that you have escaped mutila ton is only an exeresence alongside O : the glaring fact that your dignity ha. been very violently assaulted. The admiral looked down and tool in the situation. Descending to th,
 quarter deck, he approached Dewe! ' and said with friendly air: "I say Dewey. did you ever read Hand, Andy?'
 , ''Yes. sir" rather shortly. Well, now, I must have his cousil , aboard;' and the admiral related th,
 glass incident. The two laughed owe the biunder, Mr. Dewey having recov ] cred his usual good nature by this time You see, Dewey,>I have a sort o l interest in the fellow; the secretar, 2 recommended him to me as good 3 faithful serving man; he had been at
 ',ached to Mir. Lincoln as his persona , attendant, and tcok the scamp partl [ on that account. An, here he come e at last with my glass. John, did MI r Lincoln ever score you for your awk e wardness?'
 3 No. sor, he never did; many tn
 time he tould me that i. wor mere : that We were thegither, because, sai he, his mind were taken off affairs c state by thinking did Le wurruk harde = tellin' me how to Go things than if Il
 wint and did them hilnself'' n Doubtless, doubtless" said the ad
 miral, laughing.
 ''I want you to rem member, John, . said Mir. Dewey. severely, ''that it 5 strictly against the rules of this shi ' to throw anything over the sides. Yo 7. came very near striking me in tn E, head with your glass-tossing. :, That were pity, sor." u "A pity!" exclaimed Dewey, say
 agely, "Id have come up and had yo - strung up at the mainyard arm, like y dog"
 !, No, sor, axin' yer pardon, I hop q not.''
 Whats that?" roared the admira :. angrily. ''Throth, sor, dye mind, the mornin = tellin' me that ye was to do the thinE
 in, an was to obey orders, even if e bruk owners?"
 rI,l, |. : and John went below with flying co q ors.-San Francisco Examiner C