Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1892-07-15
Colonel of the regiment betting with

a mere whipper-snapper OF u subal-
tern-newlv Joined, too.
Sir James Macleod proved to be q
tall, fair young man, whose long fea-
lures and high cheek-bones testified
very clearly that the place of his
birth lay beyond the Tweed. He was
not remarkably good looking, but he
carried himself with such an air of
distinction that it seemed wonderful,
as young Fanshawe said, that any
woman could throw over "such a
dasher, and a real, live baronet to
boot" His name however, was
that of Il thorough man of the world;
and it is not remarkable, under the
circumstances, that he got on at once
with the young men who were to be
his companions for the future.
"Wc thought you would he no end
of Il heavy SWELL" said young Fan
Shave in Il day or two, during which
friendship had ripencd into famili-
lrity, ''but you amt Il bit"
Whcrcat Sir James Macleod laughed
good humorcdly.
'sWhat shall you do when Old Pat
begins his usual rot" continued Fam
Shave i'm II confidential tone, .'alout
Ireland being the finest country i'm
the universe, and cvcrvlodv else he
ing miserable scarccrnws and out
>id"rs? shall You stick M for Aud
RcrNic:' wish YOU would. III
would make Pa, so sick"
"W!at do :nn meln:." inquired
the other.
Young I'an,'awe explained his
meaning at some len-t!l.
s..Aiid you think that he would lie
furious ii amy one contradictcd him:"
inquired Macleod, fixing IL wary gray
eye on the other.
''i'urious:? think he would have
Il fit"
Macleod dclibcratcd for Il moment
with the same wary expression of eye,
and then he said quietly:
III should like to make Il bet with
you. will lay you two ponies to IL
tlvc-pound note that if you will draw
the Colonial ont ON his favoritc topic,
l will contradict him on every point,
We will have IA most angry discussion,
aud at the end the Colonel will he as
g5od-humored and pleased as if-wcll,
as if i had put a hundred pounds in
his pocket
''Iou don't know Old Pat" replied
Fanshawc, shaking his head. ''IIc'll
make the regiment too hot to hold
ysu i'm less than no time"
swell, shall l book the bet?:r sug-
gestcd Macleod blandly.
"No: ! won't bet on IL certainty"
care you sure" inquired Macleod.
with an air of doubt, .'that it isn't
that you don't fcel-quitc-up-- to
drawing Old Pat-?"
''You may book the bet" cried
Fanshawe, laughtily. and his cheek
s1nshcd with anger. "And if you lose
yourself"
s'Quitc so," said Macleod calmly,
and he made the entry i'm his pocket
book i'm the most busincss-likc way.
''And if ! lose-wcll, at any rate l
shall afford you some amuscment!!!
And so it came about that OH that
same evening, after dinner, when the
wine was circulating pretty freely
and Il mellow glow was beginning to
make its appearance on the Colonel's
ripe visage, young Fanshawe, to The
CONSERVATION of the mess, proceeded
t0 introduce the subject of IL certain
deceased Irish politician.
s'What Il scoundrel that fellow
was" said young F%anshawe, apropos
of nothing, and dragging the dead
leader into the conversation precisely
as Mr.. Dick used to hoist King
| Charles the First's head into the
s'Mcmorial."
The other subs looked at young
F'anshawc with an expression of
amazemcnt. Had he gone out of his
senses. or had the wine got into his
head? Closer inspection showed that
he looked unnaturally sober and un-
usually intelligent. Then there must
be somt game on-some game at the
Coloncl's expense. This would proba-
bly, be good sport, and it would be as
we'll to be in ut the death.
Every eye was, therefore. fixed on
the Colonel. Old Pat was not to be
drawn by Il young Fanshawc. He
siortcd Indignantly, but reserved his
steel for worthicr foes.
The circle of watchful eyes now
turned to Fanshawe. What would
be his next move?
"My pater has just bought a hogs
head of the finest Scotch whisky
said the youth, coming up to time
with commendablc alacrity and a
cheerful smile. He launched out
into soMe details on the subject and
his intentions thereto, concluding
with the following significant re-
mark: IL hate Irish whisky. 1t is
such sickening, soapy stuff. 1 think
Scotch is much the best"
A joyful CLEAN shonc in the at.
tcntive optics. This was getting in
eeresting. Young Fanshawe was
actually of malice prepcnsc .going
for Old Pat. "Hooray! Yoicks'
Tallyho! Go it, young Fanshawc.
were the sentiments reflected in the
breasts of that hopeful youths brother
subaltcrDs; while even the Major, who
certainly ought to have known bet.
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