The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-31
MORNING SUNDAY, JANUARY 81, PAGES

his big white mustache. and turning the
palms Of both hands upward, - am
stranger here. ] should lose myself in the
first i've minutes"
Hetheridgs turned round on him angrily,
but pIs restraint upon himself
wait here a minute be said, brusque-
ly. and with that swung back toward the
house.
do you think. asked sam Potter. when
Hetheridge had disappeared. now put it
70 you, do you think as that's the sort Of
man 70 take little child. geu OF a year
old, and nuss 1t and breed it up for nothing
but kindness sakei Do you think that
matey, ehl'
No" said Monsieur Dom, 81 do not think
it."
~ dessay," continued Potter. "he has got
enough of a mans natural feelin's in him
not 10 let a harmless Little creeter die.
/ That's why he took the kid, l dessay, but
he's sticking 70 her to spite another man as
wants her. That's my opinion, anyhow"
VERY likely returned Monsieur Dem:
very likely, but be can DO SO much better
for the child than you can"
perhaps be cau,n Sam answered, but
will hel And, mind you, ruatey. there's
more to little soft, up-growing thing like
that than having plenty of swell toys and
big house to live in. A kid looks natural TO
being played with. and made much of.
Does that look like the kind of cove 70 do it
for her?n
Monsieur Dom. little perplexed by his
companions idio:n, shrugged his shoulders
and threw up the palms Of mis- hands again
Potter accepted this as a sign OF emphatic
assent.
Il knowed cove once" he said, laying a
heavy forefnger on the Frenchman's
shc ulder, II knowed a cove once in camp.
He'd got kitten from somewhere, that
cove had. couldn't take a hkln' to chap
as has pleasure IN an 'armess dumb ami
NAL, a toy animal like a kitten, don't you
see, mateyp
Monsieur Dom, with more emphatic
shrug than ever. testified that he saw quite
clearly.
well. now" pursued Potter, with his
whole hand heavy on Monsieur Dom's
shoulder by this time and slow flush of
passion Using In his face, What's that
cove dos One day. when everybody but
himself and one black chap was out of
camp, ne roast that there poor innocent
'ermless little thing alive.n
What for" gasped Monsieur Dom, re-
firing IN obvious horror at the story.
Why" said Potter, ITO emily it's suffer
in. There's men like that, matey."
II hope not" the Frenchman answered.
81 wish, my friend, not to hear Of these un-
pleasant things. l shall be unhappy for a
day. Why do you contaminate my ears
with this abominationY'
I'm tell you," said Potter. "When set
eyes on that chaps face last night for the
first time, I'd sworn to heaven I'd seen
him afore. | wondered whore I'd como
across that ugly mug of his'n. l know now.
He's the livin' image of the man as did that
act He's the very spit of him"
'lt is not a good face" said the French
man, lit is a cruel face, but we do not to-
day believe in Blue Beard, my good friend.
Blue Board is dead, and all the wicked
giants that took little children for their sup
pers have been killed.
Hetheridge reappeared, walking with an
angry and determined step.
Look here, you" he said, as be drew
near, i've made arrangements to have a
policeman on permanent duty here II you
arc found loaflng about this neighbJrbood
III have you in the clink before you cansay
knife"
This is the queens highway. this is, )" ro-
turned Mr.. Potter, tranquil. 81 know the
law as veil as you do. In your own house
it's different On tho queens highway one
mans as good as another I've got as much
rights to be here as the governor of Vic
toria himself, and I'm going to stay here
just as long as it suits me-
do it" said Hetheridge, with a tren7-
ulous passion in his voice, land do it at
your PERIL
His face was dark with rage, and the
warning hand he held before it shook as his
voice did
"Who roasted that there kitten?" Potter
esked, and the enraged step lie took in
Hetheridge's direction, combine! with the
surprise of this most unexpected query,
caused his enemy SO suddenly to recoil that
be tripped upon a bank of rubbish aud sat
down as if the accusation had been accom-
panied by blow. at was you,n contirued
Potter, "or else it was Your very own born
brother | don't believe there was ever two
such mugs in IN the whole world before"
Hetheridge 70 staring. and brushed
the dust from his coat taile with both
hands
The mans mail" he said, appealing to
Monsieur Doh. STARK, sta~irg, raving.
mad. You understand, you fellow" shak-
ing passionate forefinger at Potter.
You show yourself here again at your
PERIL
Monsieur Dom waited until Hetheridge
had turned his back. and then with a new
shrug of the shoulders, and q grimace so
complicated as to offer no oew to its own
meaning, he followed, leaving Mr.. Potter In
momentary possession Of the field.
ITO BE CONTINUED