The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-06-07


covering some third course. but none
appeared. The position seemed to be:
Your whiskers or your life,
One small hope did. indeed, still re-
main. He might not be so very like
Mr. Fitzpatrick as Sergt. OSherry
thought. He. himself. had never seen
Mr.. Fitzpatrick, but he had often seen
his photographic was in every shop
window, and it never had struck him
that there was any very wonderful re-
semblance between that distinguished
gentleman and himself. Now, how
ever, when his attention was called to
it, he could not deny that there was
considerable likeness. As Sergt.
O'Sherry said, it was partly to be ac-
counted for by the similar way in
which both wore their mGstaches and
whiskers But, besides that their
features, build, and he believed height
were much the same There was un-
doubtedly, a marked resemblance be-
tween them.
That resemblance, however, might
not be so great rs to lead an ordinary
person TO mistake them. He hoped
such might prove TO be the case. He
resolved to test it the next morning,
and to abide by the result of the trial.
Immediately after breakfast he made
his way to his m's-Hon. Frank
rrington-quarter's Lieut. Terrinc-
ton had just finished breakfast. After
the usual greeting Capt. baltimore
said in careless sort of way, do you
know. Frank, a funny thing happened
last night? | was actually mistaken
for leading public man here"
Leading public men here said
Hon. Frank, must look doosed stupid"
But seriously, Frank, was, and I'm
most anXious-curious, | mean to
know if there be really any likeness.
Now, would you mind taking a good
look at me- and telling me whom you
think I'm like?"
Hon. Frank looked at Capt. DALI
more as he was requested, in very
languid sort Of way. Suddenly he
opened his eyes as if little started.
WHO is it, Frank?n asked Capt.
baltimore, with a slight tremor in his
voice.
why, Fitzpatrick, to be sure"
| answered Hon. Frank, unhesitatingly.
Its those blessed Whiskers, | think.
You've got EN- docked exactly as he
has
With sad heart Capt. baltimore
left his friends quarters and went to
his own. He bitterly felt that his last
faint hope was gone and his much
| admired whiskers must also 90. He
went to his dressing-room and gazed
gloomiiy into the mirror and caressed
again and again the dear bristles, as
he used to do in happier times. Alas,
they were doomed! If he had been a
| Drawer man he might have clung to
them but he was timid, and would
rather part even with them than his
life.
He took up his razor to remove them,
| but his heart failed him, and he put oil
the dreaded moment yet little while.
He laid down the fatal instrument and
walked about the room depressed and
miserable, hour after hour. The
shades of evening were beginning to
fall, when a desperate resolve entered
his mind He determined as a last
hope, to 90 out to the barracks to walk
about the streets until mess hour, and
see if anyone noticed him. or by any
word or sign showed that he was taken
for Mr. Fitzpatrick.
With a trembling heart he left the
| barracks and hurried along the rear
quay. He was approaching the western
wing of the Four courts, when a
rutlianly looking fellow who was stand
ing at the end of one of the lanes
| which ran up north from the Liffey
| cried out at him, Bad luck to ye for a
| murtherin' villain.
With a wild start Capt. baltimore
turned round and faced the rough.
"Hi!" yelled the scoundrel up the
lane. "Hi. come down wild We. Sure,
here's KILN Fitzpatrick, the coercion
list? Come and well bate him.
Capt. baltimore did not stay to ex-
plain nor stop to be bate With
lightning speed he turned in his course,
and darted off toward the royal bar
ricks, soon reached the friendly shelter
| of their walls.
Flushed, breathless, and panic
| stricken, he hurried up to his dressing
room, and, seizing his razor. cleared
his face Of his whiskcrs, before it had
regaincd its color. Then he paused
and gazed at himself in the glass. He
was no longer the same man; much of
his glory had departed; but, under the
circumstances. he did not regret it.
He felt sorry, but satisfied.
As he sat gazing sadly ut his image
in the glass, it occurred to him that he
would have to give his brother-otficers
| some explanation of his accession to
their wishes It would not do to tell
them the real story; for a soldier to
shave through fear would, he felt, be
! diSgraceful What, then, should he
say? He set about inventing a plausi-
BILE tale. and only settled upon it when
the dinner hour arrived.
Hurriedly finishing his toilet he went
to the mess-room. lie was little late
in arriving, and when, blushing and
heSitating, he entered, all the other
| officers were there. The moment his
face was seen a roar of laughter went
UP from the table Roar after roar
| followed. while Capt. baltimore stood
speechless, crimson to the hair. At
last it became sufficiently quiet to per-
NIT his speaking.
I'm glad" he said. with a sickly
smile. that my act has met with your
approval"
Another burst of merriment was the
answer When it calmed down Capt
baltimore heard Maj. Berkeley voice
Colonel, he said, as he wiped the
tears out of his eyes, "Old Sherry has
won.'
Yes. yes, and gloriously." replied
the colonel. still laughing;;" he has
done in three days what the whole
regiment failed to do in twice as many
years"
Tell me, Frenk, what does all this
mean?"
'Why, man." answered the Hon.
Frank, still shaking with laughter,
''why man. don't you see? You're no
more like Fitzpatrick than you are like
the prince of Wales. Its all a trick of
| O'Sherry's. He bet the colonel a pony
that if we'd assist him he'd make sou
shave inside a week, and that's the
way he did it,
Bobby" cautioned his mother, 1.-The
! Bishon is to dine with us TODAY and