The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-02-24
"You little rascal Have Won no con.

81 guess not-have You, so 'can'see what
it's likes
g He hits you again, Frank" said Durant
laughing. Il guess the boy has as much con-
science as either you or I, and he would have
precious little at that. You had better give !
him the extra ten and make him clean up and
get better clothes. think when the dirt and
rags are off, I'll remember who it is that he
looks like"
I'm give You another ten-dollar bill, but
you must go and wash and get some better
clothes on if do, so you can go with me to
the house. Will you do it ~
"In course l will. I'll ketch cold, maybe,
takin' off the rough dirt, but it isn't no worse
than the measles. I've had THEM"
Can you get other clothes tonight ~
Yes night is just the time to work down
on Water or in Baxter street"
Colonel Mansfield had just finished his |
morning toilet the day after the occurrences |
just narrated, when servant brought up a |
card, and announced the gentleman whose |
name 1t bore as waiting below.
So Lieutenant Muggins "A singular name. |
remember no such officer but never mind
show him upr' said the Colonel
In couple of minutes Lieutenant Muggins |
entered. He was not in uniform. He wore |
black frock-coat that was rather secdy His |
clothes had been good and fashionable once,
but it was long, long ago" His face was
| not prepossessing. 1t had that brutalized
| look which the constant use of strong drink
will give to any man. And yet there was
something in his air, erect carriage, even in
| I ha in NH ba In.
his hat, that said he had once been a gentle
| man.
"Is this your card, sir-are you Lieutenant
Muggins?" asked the Colonel, as he handed a
chair TO his visitor.
THAT is my name, sir. Have / the honor
to address Colonel Edgar. Mansfield - replied
| the other.
| my name is Mansfield, and / commanded
| the -th cavalry during the late unpleasant
ness. May ask to what branch of the SER
vice you are attached, as the lack of uniform
does not permit me to judge without asking:"
To none at present. | was in the infantry
but got sick and resigned. i have called, sir,
on very disagreeable business that is to any
but us MILITARY men it would be disagreed
BILE"
And Lieutenant Muggins Strengthened up,
took out very shallow-looking pocketbook,
and from it extracted note"
Rising, he extended this to the Colonel and
said:
81 have the honor, sir, to say that when you
have taken note of the contents of that d, Gu
ment, shall be most happy to be referred to
the friend whom you may select TO arrange
preliminaries.'
The Colonel took the note. 1t was IN
sealed. He read it and sarcastic smile played
over his features as he did so. 1t took but a
, few seconds, and then he quietly tore the mis-
sive into scraps and threw them on the floor.
"What am | to infer from that action, sir
What reply am to take back to my friend,
. Mr.. Frank Belphor:'' cried Lieutenant Mug
gins.
81 have no reply to make to a man of his
!, class and business" said the Colonel, quietly.
''When he dies, if justice is done, the HANG
MAN will expedite him on his route below.
1t is not work for gentleman to do. If you
remain here one minute more, LIEUTENANT
Muggins, after the declaration that you are
the FRIEND of gambler and a scoundrel, you
will have the opportunity of saying that 1
condescended to kick you out of my room"
You would kick me-ME, siry Fll-TLL-"
"Well, sir, WHAT will you do?"
And Colonel Mansfield rose from his chair,
and began with a slow, measured step to add
vance toward the Lieutenant, whose face was
very red-almost purple-but now began to
whten.
"rll 90, sir, without being kicked, to tell
! him you refuse to fight; and he'll post you,
sir, and chastse you, tool Maybe you'll
kick HIMl''
The Lieutenant was hurryng over the thresh-
old when he said this, and as his face was
yet turned toward what he deemed the point
of attack-that is the end of the Colonel's
heavy cavalry boot-he did not see where he
was going, and being at the head of fight
of stairs, he made an Unexpectedly rapid de-
scent.
All the Colonel saw of him was his heels as
they went up and the head went down.
He felt great anxiety about his fate, how
: ever, and finishing his toilet started shortly
: afterward to meet his dear young sister
Major L., his worthy host, smiled as he
passed on, and remarked quietly
s'You made a ten-strike a little while ago.
Colonel. / knew what was up, and was glad
to see you end the game as you did" The
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y the opening part of THE SHADowED AL
= TAR" was much delighted with it that in a
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: ing lines
!, Oh, listen, maidens, listen
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q Their wedding and it's cost
- Their troubles and their trials
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r And handsome Cousin Walter
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