Waterbury Democrat., 1901-04-11

 name of Murray, who had enlisted with him, and they think Murray knows something about him.
 Where is Murray now?" asked the chief.
 ''In the guard-house at the Presidio. He gave the corporal in charge a good deal of trouble and was placed under guard the morning they reached the city. They had to spend the night with the Iowa regiment at Oakland pier.'
 Again the gray haired general gave himself to thought. Gould you tell how he was dressed when he disap- peared?" he finally asked.
 "A young man in the second sleep CT gave him pair of worn blue serge trousers and his morocco slippers. Somebody else contributed a neglige shirt and a black-silk traveling-cap. He was wearing these when last I spoke to him at Sacramento, where he would not eat anything. I-I had wired ahead for dinner for them.''
 Yes said the general with sud- den indignation in his tone, ..and I'm told the company refused to reim- purse you. What excuse did they give? ?''s
 Its of little consequence, sir,s laughed Stuyvesanta The loss hasn't swamped me-
 That's as may be- answered the general ..It's the principle involved. That company is coining money by ho f,.a1 Nr+i ty,No at full rates, and some of the cars it furnished were simply abominable. What was the excuse given?"
 '.They said, or rather some official wrote, that they wouldn't reimburse us because they had already had to sustain the loss of that car due. to the carelessness of our men, and their own train-hands, general, know there was no smoking and the men were all asleep. Foster had very narrow escape, and Corporal Connel- ly was badly burned lugging Murray out.''
 D The general took from stack of correspondence at his right hand letter on club paper, studied it mo- ment, and then glanced up at Stuy- vesant. Was not Col. Rays regi- met with you at Chickamauga? he asked.
 Ut was expected when left. gen eral. You mean the -7th Kentucky"
 II mean his volunteer regiment yes. I was wondering whether any of his family had gone thither. But you wouldn't be apt to know.
 And Stuyvesant felt the blood be- ginning to mount to his face. He could answer for it that one member had not gone thither. He was won- dering whether he ought to speak of it when Drayton finally turned upon him and held forth the letter. Read that" said he, .but regard it as con- fidential."
 It was such letter as one frank old soldier might write another. It was one of dozen that had come to Drayton that day asking his interest in behalf of some young soldier about joining his command. It was dated at Cincinnati five days earlier, and before Stuyvesant had read half through the page his hand was trem- bling.
 "Dear Drayton," 1t said. T am in a snarl, and I want your help. My sisters pet boy came out to try his hand at ranching near us last year. He had some money from his father and everything promised well for his success if he could have stuck to business. But he couldn't. Billy Ray, com manding my first squadron, was stationed with me- and the first thing knew the boy was head over ears in love with Bi1ly's daughter can't blame him. Marion Junior, is as pretty girl as ever grew up ir the army, and she's brave and winsome lass besides-her dad all over, as her mother says.
 .'Walters ranch was 30 miles away, but he'd ride the 60 six times week, if need be- to have dance with Maidie Ray, and the cattle could go to the wolves. Then came the war. The governor of Kentucky gave Ray the command of a regiment, and l that fool boy of mine begged him to take