The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-04-21

over and over again, in hopes of discovarr, !,
some third course, but zone appeared. The
position seemed to be: Your whiskers ~
your life!
One small hope did, indeed, still remain
He might re be so very like Mr. Kilpatricr
as Sergeant O'Sherry thought. He him
self, had never seen Mr.. Fitzpatrick. bpt ba
had often seen his Photographic was in
every shop window-and it never had strrol1
him that there was any very wonderful re-
semblance between that distinguished pen-
tleman and himself. Now, however, whom
his attention was called to it, he could NOT
deny that there was considerable likeness
As Sergeant O'Sherry said, it was partly n
be accounted for by the similar way in which
both wore their mustaches and whiskers
But, besides that, their features, build and
he believed height were much the same.
There was, undoubtedly, q marked resemb.
lance between them.
That resemblance, however, might mt no
so great as 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 chum's-Hon. Frank Terrington
quarters. Lieutenant Terrington had lust
finished breakfast. After the usual greet
ings Captain baltimore said, in a careless
sort of way: "Do you know, Frank, funny
thing happened last nightl was actually
mistaken for leading public man heren
Leading public men here" said I'm
Frank, ''must look doosed stupid"
''But seriously, Frank, was, and i N n
anxious-curious, mean-to know if n
be really any likeness. Now, woulp
mind taking good look at me- ~and6;,, II
me whom you think I'm liker' |t z
Hon. Frank looked at Captain Datnore
as he was requested, but in very nguid
sort of way, Suddenly he opened eyes
as if little startled.
''By Georgel" he exclaimed, "yoare like
one of them though. 1t never strUf me be-
fore"
'Who is it Frank?" asked Captn DALI
more, with slight tremor in his dice.
"Why, Fitzpatrick, to be SIRE, answered
Hon. Frank, unhesitatingy. It's those
blessed whiskers l think You'e got 'em
locked exactly as he has
With a sad heart Captain Dilimore left
his friends quarters and wentCo his own.
He bitterly felt that his last flint hope was
gone and his much-lovei and tuch-admired
whiskers must also g. He went to his
dressing room and gaed glomily into the
mirror and caressed again md again the
dear bristles, as he ued to do in happier
times. Alas, they we're doomed! If he had
been drawer man lie might have chung to
them, but he was tmid and would rather
part even with then than with his life.
He took up his razor to remove them, but
his heart failed hin, and h. put off the
dreaded moment yet little while. He had
laid down the fata instrument and walked
about the room depressed and miserable,
hour after hour. The shades If evening were
beginning to fall when desperate resolve
entered his mind He determined, as last
hope, to go out to the barracks to walk
about the streets until mess lour, and see
if any one noticed him, or by any word or
sign showed that he was taken for Mr.. Kill
patrick.
With trembling heart he left the bar
racks and hurried along the river quay. He
was approaching the western wing Of the
Four Courts, when a rufianly fellow who was
standing at the end ofone of the lanes which
ran up north from the Liffey, cried out at
him: bad luck to We for murtherin' viz
lain
Witha wild start Captain baltimore turned
round and faced the rough.
"Hir' yelled the scoundrel up the lane
eli, come down wild We. Shure, here's XII
lin Fitzpatrick, the coercionist9 CONG ato
We'll bate him. ~
Captain baltimore did not stay to eEphn
nor stop to be bate" With lightning speed
he turned in his course, and, darting of to-
ward the royal barracks, soon reached the
friendly shelter of their walls.
Flushed, breathless and panic-stricken, he
hurried up to his dressing and Selling
his razor, cleared his face of his whiskers
before it had regained its color Then he
paused and gased at himself in the glass. he
was no longer the same man; much of his
glory had departed; but, under the circum-
stances, he did not regret it, He felt sorry,
but satisfied.
AS he gazed sadly at his image in the
glass, it occurred to him that he would have
TO give his brother officers some explanation
of his accession to their wishes. 1t would
not do to tell them the real story; for a
soldier to shave through fear would, he
felt, be disgraceful. What, then, should be
say! He set about inventing plausible
tale, and only settled upon it when the din
ner hour arrived.
Hurriedly finishing his toilet he went to
the mess-room. He was little late in ar
irving, 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 Captain baltimore
stood speechless, crimson to the hair At
last it became sufficiently quiet to permit Of
his speaking.
Pm glad" he said, with sicllly smile
"that my act has met with your APPROVAL
Another burst of merriment was the an
swer. When it Gained down Captain DALI
more heard Major Berkeley's voice.
"Colonel" he said, as he wiped the tears
out of his eyes, "O'Sherry has won"
Eyes, yes, and gloriously," replied the
Colonel, still laughing; she has done in
three days what the whole regiment failed
to do in twice as many years"
A horrible thought flashed upon Captain
Dallimore's brain Hurrying up to Lieuten.
ant Terrington he whispered to him:
'"Hell me- Frank, what does all this mean %
"Why, man. answered the Hon. Frank,
still shaking with laughter, ''why, ra4s=,i
don't you see! You're no more like Xii
patrick than you are like the Prince Of
Wales. It's all trick of O'Sherry's. He
bet the Colonel pony that if we'd assist
him he'd make you shave inside week, and
that's the way he did it,"
Luck in a Bats Liver.
Of all the queer superstitions Of
which l ever heard, there is one pos