The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-02-28

de says ne got knock on the back or his
/ head, and he confesses that it turned his
mind Dit; but as to his having seen Jack
/ HetheFidge weeks after the poor man was
known to be dead, why, Of course, that's
/ madness, and no one but a mailman would
believe 1t. Hullo, Andre Commong VOC
portey VOC, ehf Fulton, here's old Andre
with his bottle. Woo vooly doc cognac.
Eh!n
The old foreigner set his bottle down on
the pewter covered window ledge with
trembling hand, and fumbled in his pocket
for the money for his intended purchase.
Fin it up, Ell. Andrea asked the land =
''Oui, monsieur, :" the old man answered
Eyes, feel heem op."
WOO party bien rAngly by and by. said
| Redwood.
He felE little natural pride in his own
accomplishment, and his neighbors were
| distinctly proud Of him as Of man who
could do Upaor justice in foreign parts il
ever it should please fate to carry him SO
far. IL was true that Redwood disclaimed
an intimate knowledge of the French
tongue. and professed only the most modest
! pretensions in regard 70 1t, but this was
| looked on as a mere personal characteristic.
| He was none Of your Dragging fellows, was
Redwood. straightforward, honest chap
who never laid claim to anything in partic-
| ular, and whose performance was always a
little better than his promised
The landlord had set the tundish in the
neck OF old Andres bottle. and was Just
about to pour into it a measured pint of
| brandy when Sam Potter shouldered clum-
silly into the room.
Look here, mateys, A." he began, thickly.
''who says I'm a Hart Where's TIE man
among youl Let him stand no and have it
| ont fair and square, like a man"
There was no answer, and every one felt
the episode a little awkward.
at was you, wasn't itg' Potter asked.
turning upon Redwood. sit was you as
said | vas a liars"
my good fellow" Redwood answered.
81 said nothing of the kind. dare say, you
| believe everything you say, but l don't
| think you quite know what you're talking
about"
"Don't Ig Potter returned. "You come
outside, and Wen see about that before you
| can say knife"
He began to pull off his coat, but was i'm
| mediately surrounded.
Come, now. Mr.. Potter" said the land
lord. There's nobody in this house that
wants to quarrel with you, and I'm sure
you don't want to quarrel with nobody. A
peacefuller or amiabler gentleman, drunk or
| sober. as she case may be. I never made the
acquaintance of. You don't want to quar-
rel, Mr.. Pottery:
At this combined tribute and appeal Sam
became instantly Modified. He shook hands
all round, and proposed the most Christian
sentiments to all the world.
you've got me, matey," he told the
landlord. "You've described me proper.
Potter ever harmed a fly, nor yet he
wouldn't. Now what are we all a-goin' to
take to drinkgn
snow come, gcome, Mr.. Potter cried the
landlord, patting him comfortably on the
back. you've took a little more than's good
for you already. You 20 and have a little
bit of stretch now in the fresh air. That's
the thing to do you good.A
"All right" said placable Sam, and bid
ding everybody an affectionate goodnight
he walk out as well as he could into the
village street. He strolled on vacantly for
minute or two and then turned to find the
bent foreigner shuffling at his heels.
"Hullo, matey." he exclaimed, you'll
come and have drink, won't youg"
Sank you." the old man exclaimed, ST
veel."
That's your Sort" cried Sam, and took
him by the shoulder with intent to draw him
back to the Bull.
mot Eat way" said the old foreigner, ''zis
way. Come viz me-"
Sam yielded and the old man shuffied and
hobbled at his side until they came to dis
| notwithstanding public house. The old
man, signing to his companion to follow
entered and led the way to room which.
smelt of stale tobacco smoke and rocked
with old fumes of beer.
Nobody COM 'ere," said the foreigner,
seating himself. Il ring bell, ehp Ha
reached out a shaking hand and pulled at
frail old cord which depended from the
ceiling. A cracked tinkle answered from
without, and a slatternly girl came in.
Sam gave his order and the girl obeyed it
and the two were left alone together. 81
like you" said the foreigner In his difficult
and halting English. Nice man, ehs but
frtgnten. oh, too easy frighten."
who's TOO easily frightenedw Sam de-
manded.
"You," said the old foreigner.
Sam was bellicose on a sudden and smote
the table so that the glasses jingled.
Look here, matey, You show me the
man as says he ever see me afraid of any
thing, aud I'll wiring his neck for him.
Where is he? Show him to me-"
ERE" said the old man, e is 'ere."
'But look here, matey,n Sam argued. 81
can't wiring your neck. You're a elderly
man, you are. That's what you are, and
besides we're drinking together. l can't
set about you, you know. That don't stand
| to reason, does itP'
81 thought" said the foreigner. with his
elbows on the table and his chin sunk be-
tween his hands. "I thought big man like
| you would not be frightened"
II amt, neither" Sam responded. ''Not
me. No fear"
You are," said the other, in his level,
monotonous foreign voice, and with no
| change of attitude.
Look here, matey," Sam returned, with
| drunken ponderosity of emphasis. mo.
Pm not goin' to call you mstey. 1 shall
call you boss. because you're an elderly
man, and it's more respectable. Now. look
here. boss, you tell me the man as Sam Pot
ter is afraid Of"
"You are afraid at Redwood" his COM
| panion answered.
afraid OF Redwood" Sam clustered.
why, l could break him across my knee.
| l could tie him into knots"
"Of course, you could said the old man.
''That is Why l wonder. You are brighten
| without cause"
''pll show you whether I'm afraid or not"
said Sam, stag gering to his feet and tossing
OFF his glass of liquor which stood before
him. You drink up and come along with
me, and I'll show you who's afraid"
''Ah, f." said the mischief maker; NOW you
speak like man." "a.
You come back to the Bull" cried Sam.
who was in a condition to fight armies by
| this time. "I'll show you something. You
see me knock chunks off him."