Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-09-13

trayed us to the entire community.
whose ancestral traditions and personal
dignity had developed in it already a
holy horror of such 'shigh jinks" as had
ONE under its notice.
Bubbles these heightened suscepti-
bilities we would have been a bright
and shining light unto them, for we
had no quarrels, not even the green
ghost of jealousy. A divine mantle of
charity rested upon us the livelong
summer; it was just one brilliant deli
cious midsummer dream.
To half-a-dozen of us older women
was vouchsafed the keenest enjoy
ment of all. This was to be permitted
to sit under the wide-spr eading trees
with the officers, in the purple and
golden glory of the sunsets, and listen
to their racy, characteristic stories.
We all told whity-brown fb the very
first thing, vowing that we delighted in
tobacco smoke, in order to put them
completely at ease. 1t was very easy to
do it, for they near stopped smoking
after that. :,
One night they had been telling side
splitting stories about Magruder, who
lisped, and "Beauty," who was also a
Commodore, when Capt. Rowan said.
By-the-way, Porter, what has be-
come of old Boyle? have completely
lost sight of him." .4c f...e 49,.
g "Well the last time I saw him." an
swered the Captain, smoothing down
his great silky brown mustache, 81
was his second in duel" AS he spoke
his dark bright eyes flashed with some
droll recollection, and his well-shaped
lips parted in broad smile. q t..
Certain that the strain of amuseme nt
in the mellow voice and the tell-tale
face betokened duel without tragedy,
we women clamored for the story.
chad gone" said Capt. Porter, obey
ing beautifully at once, "with half-a-
dozen other fellows, all navy officers, to
spend week at Shrewsbury little
half pony town in Jersey here; and one
evening as we were sitting in the bar
room of the tavern, smoking, telling
anecdotes, and talking between whites
with the natives, who should come
sauntering in but old Boyle.
"Any room for me?" he asked.
"Why, yes; come in," we all cried;
and we were soon telling him the news
Boyle in turn relating his adventures,
perhaps romancing little, and at last
ending with
"Well, anybody here worth know
ing?"
"Yes," I answered; "there is one
Jersey giant, 6 feet 2 in his stockings,
and the greatest bully on record"
"Ah what's his name?"
"That's the best Of it. His name is
George Washington Kosciusko Peter
Bonaparte Solomon Job Slimcum."
"Phobus what a name p exclaimed
Boyle, bursting ont laughing. Whats
the gentleman's profession % 9
"He spends his time cultivating q
bean-patch, threatening the poor vii
layers, and brow-beating the women
and children"
"Does-does he? Well, he's the very
boy for me. I wish he would come in.
I'd like to have little talk with him."
"Why, my dear fellow" said I,
/" he'd make three of you. Fact is, we
all keep to the windward side of him
no use getting shot for such a land
lubber."
At this a lanky party with a pro-
tentous nose, who had been listening
to every word, rem arked, through his
nose:
"Wa'al, I s'pose you naval men
think yourselves thunderin' brave, but
I kin tell you our Curnel could fight
all on you to onst, with his right ham
tied behind him. You naval men
needn't think you're goin' to 'nopolize
all the brass and buster"
Boyle's ears pricked up at this, and,
as you know, Rowan, he is regular old
sea-lion, afraid of nothing, from a pow
der monkey to a sea serpent at sea, and
a mouse to an elephant on shore. So
he bounced round on our nasal friend,
and snapped out at him, like q pugna
cious bull-terrier:
whats that? Want to try our brass
and buster! Where's your big gun :?
Trot him out 4! I'd like to see him!
"Wa'al, there he is" said the man,
with sort of snort of triumph; and
sure enough, in staggered the round
shouldered, puttyfaced giant. He had
tufts of dry grass for beard, a large,
fabby, pusillanimous nose, small, OBJ
lique eyes, and two hay-colored dabs
of hair, one on each temple, known to
scientific explorers of the New York
Bowery as "soap locks" He was eat
ing peanuts, or popcorn, as he entered;
and jerking a chair round, he threw
himself into it with a contemptuous
nod to the company, and ordered a
glass of toddy hot, in voice of taun-
der.
Little Boyle sat quiet, watchful, OBJ
serving, a curious smile curving his
good-humored mouth; while the other,
half shutting his eyes, with an air of
lofty disdain, slowly s1pped his hot tod
dy.
!" Oh, pshaw! p sneered our nasal
friend, in whisper to Boyle, "you
darsn't tackle him. He'd make you look
womblescroft in jihy."
But Boyle, seeming not to hear this
impertinence, turned to us, saying,
with lazy air, "Pm going to see if
there's any grit in him." and approach