A brass-buttoned attendant answered his ring and superciliously inquired his business.

Captain Elisha, not being greatly in awe of either buttons or brief authority, calmly hailed the attendant as "Gen'ral" and informed him that he was there to see Mr.Sylvester, if the latter was "on deck anywheres." "Tell him it's Cap'n Warren, Major," he added cheerfully; "he's expectin' me." The attendant brusquely ushered the visitor into a leather-upholstered reception room and left him.

The captain amused himself by looking at the prints and framed letters and autographs on the walls.

Then a round, red, pleasant-faced man entered.
"Pardon me," he said, "is this Captain Warren ?" "Yes, sir," was the reply.

"That's my name.