The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1890-09-06

70 send back a shot and a curse in the
direction of his pursucrS.
I'll learn You 10 spy on me-" nc
shouted; "Tll learn you to give me dorg's
names, Come on the ole lot o YOU ,
Col. John Anthony Deever. c. t. :" he
turned toward the infantry mess and
shook his riilc-'You think yourself a
great man-bu, tel! YOU that if you put
your ugly old carcass outside o. that door.
I'll make YOU the poorest lookin' man in
the army. Come out. Col. John Anthony
/ Dcevcr. {. Il. Come out and see me
/ practSs on the rainge. I'm the crack
shot of the ole bloomin battalion" In
| proof of which statement Simmons fired
at the lighted windows of the mess
! house.
" Private Simmons. Z Comply on the
Cavalry p'rade ground, sir. with thirty
rounds, " said a sergeant brcathlessly to
the colonel. "ShOotin' right and lcf',
sir. Shot Private lesson. What's to
be done, sir!r
Col. John Anthony Decver. {. g., sal
lied out only to he saluted by a squirt of
dust al his feet
Pull up" said the second in COM
mand. II don't want my step in tina.
way, colonel. He's as dangerous as
mad dog" g. ~
":Ssoot him like one. them" said the
colonel bitterly, - if he won't take his
chance. My regiment, too, If it had
been the T0wheads could have under
stood"
Private Simmons had occupied strong
H., 4 IL
parade ground, and was dcfying the |
regiment to come on. The regiment !
was not anxious to comply with the re-
quest, for there is small honor in being
shot by fellow-private. Only Corporal |
Slanc, rifle in hand, threw himself down
on the ground and wormed his way
toward the well.
Don't shoot" said he to the men
round him; like as not you'll 1T me.
I'll catch the beggar Twin. "
Simmons ceased shouting for awhile.
and the noise of trap wheels could be
heard across the plain. Major Oldyne,
the Horse Battery, was com
ing back from dinner in the civil lines:
was driving after his usual custom
that is to say, as fast as the horse could
20.
IAN OFFICER. A blooming. spangled
orr GER, shrcked simmons; ri make
A scarccrow of that orf'cerw The trap
stopped.
Whats this" demanded the major
Of the gunners. 'lou, there, drop your /,
rife"
why. its Jerry Blazcs l amt got
40 quarrel with you, Jerry Blazes. Pass,
'rien'. an all's wellr' {
But Jerry Blazcs had not the faintest $
Intention of passing dangerous muir
ierer. He was, as his adoring battery G
wore long and fervently, without
knowledge of fear, and they were surely {
he best judges, for Jerry Blazes. it was I
notorious, had done his best possible Il
kill a man each time the battery went |
nut.
He walked toward Simmons with the 7
intention of rushing him and knocking
i'm down. "
Don't make me do it. sir" said Sim N
IONS; Il amt got nothing agin YOU. All,
GU wouldE'-thc ma jor broke into a run o
Take that, them" i'
The major dropped with a bullet III
trough his shoulder, and Simmons e.
.ood over him. He had lost the salts II
sction of killing lesson in the desired CT
ay: but here was helpless body to III .
Is hand. Should he slip in another 81 81
lrtridge and blow off his head, or with o
lie butt smash in the white face? He "a
opped to consider, and "A cry went I'D II
ON the far side of the parade ground: d, al
Hes killed Jerry Blazes"' But in the =. i
lelter OF the wcll-pilars Simmons was u
lie, except when he stepped out to fire. at at
I'll blow yer 'andsome cad off. Jerry eil
laHes, said Simmons ref1ectively; ''six d
/ three Is nine an one is ten, au' that
aves me another nineteen, an one for
yself.' He tugged at the string of the
cond packet of ammunition. Corporal
ane crawled out of the shadow of a
INK in the moonlight q
Il see YOU" said Simmons: s.comc SUI
furder on an I'll do for YOU" pt
I'm comm, said Corporal Slane.
iefy; you done bad DAYS work Sa
m. Come out ere an come back with ~,
e." Wv" lsf
Come TO -" laughed Simmons. vi
ndlng cartridge home with his thumb. I'D
Not before I've settled you an Jerry 30
azes." OF
The corporal was lying at full length c.
the dust OF the parade ground, a rifle i ;o
der him. Some of the less cautious ins
N IN the distance shouted: sShoot =,
1! Shoot i'm, Slauer' Tn,
''fou move and or foot, Slanc." said lh
nmons, IAN I'll kick Jerry Blazes' ma
al in. an shoot you after" pr,
Il amt movin'," said the corporal.
sing his head; you daren't it a man eN
is legs. Let go Jerry Blazcs an come .i'