Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-06-15

deslin.' Black Jack, sorr, shud expayt
ate to you, is the ace av sphades, which froI
time immimorial has been intimately col
nected with battle, murdher and suddi
death.
"Wanst Kiss dealt an there was no sigr
bnt the men was whoite wild the workins a
their sowls. Twice Kiss dealt an there wa
gray shine on their cheeks like the mes
av an egg. Three times Kiss dealt an the
was blue. Have We not lost him?' Sc
ha' dom quick?' Quick ut is sez Kiss
THROWN him the kyardt an ut iell face u
on his knee, Black Jackl
"Thin they all cackled wild laughin'
DUTY thirpence,' sez wan av thin, AN
cheap at that pricep But I cud see they al
dhrew little away from Vulmea an lef
him sittin' playin' wid the kyard. Vulmei
sez no word for a whole, but licked his lips
catways Thin he threw up his head an
made the men swear by ivry oath, knowr
and unknown, 10 stand BY him, not alone il
the room, but at the court martial that wal
to set on me. He tould off five av the big
gest to stretch me on my cot whin the sho
was fired, an another man he tould off te
put out the light, an vet another to load my
rife He wud not do that himself; an that
was quare, for t but little thing.
Thin they swore over again that they
wud not bethray wan another, an crep' out
ay the grass in diff'ri ways, two by two.
A mercy ut was that they dud not come on
me, was sick wild fear in the pit av nv
stommick, sick, sick, sicki Afther they was
all gone, wint back to canteen an called
for a quart to put thought in me. Vulmea
was there dhrinkin' heavy, an politeful to
me beyond reason. 'Fwhat will do, fwhat
will 1 do?' thinks to meself whfn Vulmea
wint away.
PRESENTLY the Arm'rer Sargint comes in
stifin' an crackin' on, not pleased wild any
wan, bekaze the Martini Henri bein' new to
the rig mint in those days we used to play
the mischief wild her arrangemints. Twas
a long time before I cud get out ay the way
av thriving to pull back the back-sight an
turnin' her over afther firm as If she was q
Snider.
"'Fwhat tailor men do they give me to
work wild? sez the Arm'rer Sargint Here's
Hogan, his nose fiat as a table, laid by for q
week, an ivry comp'ny sendin' their arrums
in knocked to small shivereens.'
"'Fwhat's wrong wild Hogan, Sargint?'
sez /.
"'wrongp seq the Arm'rer Sargint;
showed him, as though 1 had been his
mother, the way av shtrippin' a TIM, an
he shtrup her clane an easy. 1 tould him
to put her to again an fire a blank into the
blow-pit to show how the dirt hung on the
groovin' He did that, but he did not put
in the pin av the fallin' block, and av
coorse, whin he fired he was strook by the
jumpin' clear. Well for him twas but a
blank-a full block charge wud ha' cut his
OF OUT
"'How's that, Sargint?' sez I.
"'This way, We blundherin' man. an
don't you be doing ut, sez he. Wild that
he shows me Waster action, the breech av
her all cut away to show the inside, an so
PLACED was he to grumble, that he demon
strated fwhat Hogan had done twice over.
An that come av not KNOWN the weppln
you're parvided wild, sez he.
"'Thank We, Sargint, sez 1; I will come
to We again for further information
"'Ye will not, sez be. 'Kape your clan
in rod away from the breech-pin or you
will get into throuble.'
81 wint outside an cud ha' danced wild
delight for the grandeur av ut They will
load my rife, good luck to thin, whole I'm
aways,' thinks 1, and back I wint to the
canteen to give them. their chanst
'The canteen was film wild men at the
ind av the day. 1 made feign to be far gone
in dhrInk an wan by wan all NV roomful
came in wild Vulmea. 1 wint away walkin'
thick and heavy, but not SO thick an heavy
that any wan cud ha' tux me. Sure and
thrue, there was kyartridge gone from my
pouch an lyin' snug in my rifle. 1 was hot
wId rage against thin all au' worried the
bullet out wild my teeth as fast as 1 cud, the
room bein' empty. Then TUX my boots an
the clanin' rod and knocked out the pin of
the fallin' block. Oh! twas music whin
hoT T,1.r Id
my pouch an struck a dab av dirt on the
holes in the plate, putin the fallln' block
back. 'That'll do your business, Vulmea,'
SEE lvin' easy on the cot. Come an sit
on my chest, the whole room av you, an
will take you to my bosom for the biggest
iivils that liver cheated halter Iwud have
no mercy on Vulmea. His oi or his life,
little cared!
cat dusk they came back, the 12 av thin.
IN they had all been dhrinkin'. I was
'hammin' sleep on the cot Wan man wint
outside in the veranda. Whin he wh1stled
hey began to rage roun' the room, an carry
IN tremenjus. But niver want to hear
men laugh as they did-skylarkin', tool
Twas like mad jackals.
'Shtop that blasted noisei' seq O'Hara
n the dhark, an pop goes the room lamp.
cud hear O'Hara runnin' up an the
attlin' av nv rifle in the rack an the men
'reathin' heavy as they stud roun' my cot.
cud see O'Hara in the light av the veranda |
amp an thin heard the crack av my rifle, |
he cried loud, poor darlint, being mis- |
andled. Next minut' five men were hold |
a me down. Go easy sez 1; 'fwhat's ut
II about?'
Thin Yulmea, on the fure, raised a howl |
ou cud hear from wan ind av cantonmints
, the other. I'm dead, I'm butchered, I'm
lind, sez he. Saints have mercy on nv
nful sowI Sind for Father Constantl On,
ind for Father Constant an let me go
leanp By that knew he was not SO dead |
S 1 cud ha' wished.
"O'Hara picks up the lampi in the yeranda |
id hand as stiddv as a rest. 'Fhw at dogs
lrick is this av yours?' sez be, an turns
he light on Tim Vulmea, that was shwim-
lin in blood from top to toe. The fallin'
lock had sprung free benin full charge
v powther-good care TUX to bite down
ne brass afther takin' out the bullet, that
here might be somethin' to give ut full
orth-an' had cut Tim from the lip to the
orner av the right eve, LAWN the eyelid in
lthers, an so up an along by the forehead
the hair. Twas more av a rakin' plow,
, you will understand, than clean cut,
n nIver did see man bleed as Vulmea
id. The dhrink an the stew that he was
pumped the blood strong. The minut'
le men sittin' on my chest heard O'Hara
,akin' they scattered each wan to his cot,
4 cried out very politeful, 'Fwhat is ut,
argint?'
" 'Fwhat is ut?' ser O'Hara, shakin' Tim.
Veil an good do you know fwhat ut is, We
,ulkin', ditch-lurkin' dogsl Get doolie,
Il take this whimperin' scut away. There
i'll be more heard av ut than any av ye
i'll care for ..s--
"vulmea sat mp rockin' his head in his