The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-10

'Pve had facer tonight. boss, said the
latest arrival. "a real right down regular
facer You might have crumpled me up
with feather for about five minutes. |
never was that staggered in all my puff"
Sam being duly astonished and interested
at this exordium, his companion plunged
into history which almost from its begin
ming fascinated Mons. DOM
| i've talked to you, boss )" he began, adj
dressing Sam, ''abouu mate O. mine as an
swered 10 the name of joe"
Sam nodded to signify attention.
1--WE two" the narrator continued, hook
ing Dom into the conversation with a sun
tanned forehnger. and then leaning heavily
| on the table as II TO compose himself for a
| long story. 1--WE two was boundary riding
in the Wallagong district nine or ten years
ago. Joe lighted on a chap III the bush,
stark naked, mad with thirst and as near
! his latter end as made no matter. We got
| the chap into our hut, and we took turn aud
turn about to nurse him. 1t took matter
O three weeks to pull him round again.
| While he was lying there somebody rode by
| and left Melbourne paper with us, and
there we read about cove named Hether-
| idge who'd got pushed between Wallagong
and Bakers creek. The paper give him up
for dead, but our comm on the chap we
| found within thirty mile of where the other
one was lost, started US on the notion, don't
you see, that these two was the same.n
Yes" Dom assented, more eager to con-
ceal his curiosity than to express it. That
| was very natural"
"Wel," resumed the historian, "when the
chap got round bit we asked, me and Joe,
if his name wasn't Hetheridge! No, he
said, it wasn't His name was Cashmere
| That's what he said his name was, CASH
more. He was a sneakin' good for nothin'
| brute. He'd got lot Of money with him as
we found with his coat, right in his tracks a
boo, do L.,
| lie pretended 1t didn't belong to him-sald
! he'd got it on trust, and couldn't touch a
penny of it to save him from starvation. OF
| course, neither me nor Joe wanted his
money, but we didn't like the bloke's mean
| ness, ana as soon as he was fit to go, we fired
him out | never set eyes on him again
| from that day to this-until tonight"
Tonight" cried Dom, startled into a
display Of the interest he had meant to
hide.
Tonight" said the historian.
banging his heavy hand upon the table
| Hes III this house now, or was at all events
when | come into it. Now marx you,
boss, me and Joe saved that hang-dog beg
| CARS life. He denied his very name to us
l suppose he thought we might find out as
| he was rioh-he was worth quarter of a
| million so they say-snd he thought we
| might 60 and sponge on him. And so he
| lied to the very men who saved his life and
nursed him like a brother for fortnight"
Didn't you say he was here, natey 2"
| Sam questioned.
Here, yes" the other answered. HE
shouldered me outside at the door mighty as
you please. l turned round on him and
| 'Hullo, Cashmore,' I:seys, how are your
YOU'RE mistook,' says he, my good
man. don't know you, and that amt my
name
with that he goes upstairs Well. 1
IskOn and ca1
NO" Sam answered. "Me and my
matey here was talkin' between ourselves"
IA, said the other, 'that accounts for it.
l was as sure about him as l was about
| you, but that old booster, the waiter, comes
up and, ssys he:
"'Bos, you've mistook. That's Mr..
| Hetheridge; party as well be known here
as the town pump
| "Now." he concluded, banging the table
with his great hand again, and staring
| fercely from one auditor to the other
What do you think OF that for a starte"
Before either Of them could express an
| opinion, the latch of the door clicked and
Hetheridge himself entered the room. He
took three or four steps. for~
ward before looking round and then
sighting Dom, made as if he
would retire, but the indignant reciter Of
! his meanness in the Australian bush had so
stirred his own bile by the narration of his
| story that he was irnpelled to leap to his
| feet and to set his broad back against the
| door.
You don't know me, Cashmoreg' he
asked, wrathfully.
No" snapped Hetheridge, in a cold dis
| dain. II do not know you"
do you know nose-ender when you
get oneg" the big bearded man shouted
Why, you skuIkin' cur You lynn
thief"
~
interpose. Take il easy. If he's what you
say he is. it amt worth while to get into a
wax about him, is it! l know him well
| enough myself I've got somethin' again
him, but | don't know rightly what it is.
aud it mithers me to think about it."
Dom's glittering eye was fixed once more
on Hesherdge with a look of strange
meaning. The criminal felt that the gaze
| held a threat, and his heart stood still within
| him.
II saved your life, you skulking hound, "
cried the man at the door and you denied
| your name to me. is your name Hether-
| idgeP says I, and No. says you; 4 never
heard of the mani Looked me straight in
| the face he cried, told that lie to the men
who dragged him out of the grave"
"Ah, WELL" said Dom. ut may be a
mistake. Mr.. Hetheridge has forgotten
me, daresaY, but l was once in his ser-
vice"
| II remember you well enough" Hether-
idge answered, but as for this fellow, I
never saw him before. If l did," he added,
raising q hand in answer to threatening
gesture from his accuser. IF l did have
no memory of it. Anybody who knows nv
history will tell you that for two years after
l was lost in the bush had no memory of
my own identity. l let great fortune lie
unclaimed all that time and had trouble
enough in recovering it,"
"You can't fool me, " MS accuser answered
"You knew me when you saw me. / could
tell that in your eye, and when you left that
hut up in the Wallagong you were as sane
as you are now. That pig won't fly. boss {;
you'd better find another
Hetheridge laid his hand upon the bell.
will you let me passm he asked, "or
shall | ring for the policep
Sam Potter swung his companion from
the door, and Mons. Dom never turning
that shinging glance Of his away from Heth-
eridge, opened it and bowed little
81 shall hope" he said, in his own precise
and family foreign accent. ito have the
pleasure of meeting you again"
Hetheridge walked out, frigidly defiant to
look at. but his heart was like water, and
an actual bodily angugh of fear sent a
tremor through him from head to foot.
Welsted was too hot for him, and in the
solitude of his own room he determined to
! visit il no more In his coWed and broken