The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-31

The Wayfarer carried his beWIldeTrneuts
with him 10 a house Il entertainment III
Lite BOurke street, where morning, noon
AMI nICat the barTOJm presented a con
stant scene Of turmoil Men damned the
d3orways and crowded the room, fighting
and wTauglinE and shouting together, the
forward rows hslding over heal glasses OF
liquor 10 the thirsty souls in tue rear.
W hat with the surglng o. the crowd, and
tie unsteadlness, r carelessuess Of the
hands 10 which the ligui IS in transit we're
lntrusted. an Intermittent rain Of alcoholic
liquors was sprilkled everywhere. so that
alter an hour spent in the middle Of the
apartment man might count on being
plenteously believed with every kind Of re-
st1rative beverage from colonial ale to
champagne. Penetrating into this resort
by main force, Potter was
hailed from half a dOZ o parts of the
apartment BY old companions, and by each
ami all Of them was called upon to drink.
He accepted Rnd returned the hOspitalities
thus prohered, and in the SPACE Of some Two
hours retired from the alcoholic combat In
sheer imDuissance, and fell asleep upon an
empty beer barrel 10 q corner. Waking
partially refreshed, and meeting more cid
the fray, found oblivion there,
and awcke next morning to
discover that he was in bed with his boots
on, ana that he suffered from a horrible
nausea and headache. The contemplation
OF these two facts for awhile absorbed his
whole intellectual powers, but by ana by be
tegan to piece the events Of the evening
together. He had q dream-like feeling
that he had sworn n compact of eternal
brotherhood and friendship with some
body, but as to who that somebody might
be be could +. rm no idea Awhile later
memory presented him with a blurred
drawing Of man of foreign extraction, Il
man with an enormous mustache. a rhine
of beard and whsker, and face like o
wrlnkled russell pippin in color. The
blurred picture grew clearer, took ro-
tuudtty and form and at last began to talk
with vivid gesture and frantically express
sive facial play in language OF which Sam
Potter understood not one word.
When Sam had cleared things up TO this
point he fell asleep again. all but the head
ache and the accompanying thirst which
would insist on keeping faithful watch and
ward together over him. He was awakened
by a considerable clatter, and rolling
drearily over, saw before him the identical
foreign person Of his memory, who, having
slept In the same room, was now complete
ing his toilet by putting on his boots and
stamping in them TO secure an easy fit.
80, you're there, are yol:" said Sam, re-
garding his sworn brother Of the night ba-
fore with no exceptional enthusiasm of af-
fiction.
Yes" said the foreigner, ~ am here.
and my head is here. l do not know The
poor liJtle apartment contains head 30
large. Your eyes, my FRIEND" he inter-
jected, suddenly, "are boiled"
They feel like it" Sam confessed.
This is Australia said the little man,
chirpily. "Zat is W. This is Breetish do
meenion, my friend. In British domeeaion
you must be sometimes drunk or be out of
the fashion And hero haxy Hriulrt n bo7
they drink, all day, ell night for ever!
And such Hquds.'
NV here are we" asked Sam, groaning.
How did We come heres l don't remem-
Der anything"
ut is still the wheel of fortune his com
panion answered, how we got here9 We
rolled here. o, youvea nice man TO get to
bed. Your boo s. You would have your
boots. Do you carry your money in your
boorsP'
Never you mind where carry my
money" Sam answered with unwo1ted sur
illness.
AS II matter OF fact, a half score of five
pound bank notes lay tucked away for
safety between his stocking and the sole of
his right boot, and he resented the inquiry
as displaying too intimate a knowledge Of
his personal methods.
why should mindF' said the French
man.
He offered the question with a smiling
vivacisy, but suddenly clapped both hands
to his head and groaned.
II do not understand" he continued. at
is to me u puzzle, an enigma my arms are
not long, and yet with my hands l can en-
brace a sphere which is bigger than the
world Australia is big place, my friend,
but how, ah, how does it hold my head?n
Hair of the dog" said Sam, struggling
upright "HaVe q drink -
"a drinkw shrieked the little French
man, never more in this accursed landn
The noise and wrangle we're in full swing
below when the two descended, and the bar
teemed with the surRing crowd as if there
had been no interregnum since the night
before. The two sat down sadly to their
morning meal, but made bat little progress
with, and just as they had ordered away
ne scarcely tasted dish Of steak aud onion,
the slovenly waiter brought III a letter to
the Frenchman, who, having merely
opared it and glanced at its signature,
looked up at his cOmrade with a meaning
erlmace
1--WE talked last night" he said. "of Mr..
Hetheridge. | told you | expected to hear
from him, but did not expect SO soon.n
Il don't remember" Sam answered.
Mot rememberp cried the little French
man. Our whole talk was Of him for an
hour. OF him and Of the little child.
told you Of my own child, who is fer away
from here in my own country"
Il don't remember" Sam said again.
You talked lot in your own lingo.
couldn't make head OF tale of it,"
And l thought you 80 sympathique"
said the Frenchman. laughing. I'VE shook
hands when had finished, and you said
was your brother. Wen, there's no harm
done, ehM
EAciing nothing but grunt in answer,
the vIvacious little man took up his letter
! and reed it intently.
Yes" he said, when he had finished,
that will suit me very we'll. l will go and
see our MIR. Hetheridge. You said last
night that yon had been 10 his house. Per-
haps you Will be so obligiug as TO show me
the way.n
I'm go with you" said Sam, "a breath Of
fresh air viii do me good.n
The Freedman thanked him, and they
set out together. Sam steering by yester-
| days landmerks Iiloted his companion 70
within a hundred yards of Hetheridge's
| house, and then sat down upon bank Of
wasto earth to smoke and muse until he
should return. After a lapse of q quarter
OF an hour the Freedman .reappeared, and
with him came John Hetheridge. The lit
tie man fell a step or two TO the rear and
made signs in dumb show to his new found
comrada Potter construed these rightly to
Indicate a desire that he should give no
sign Of recognition, and he smoked on stol-
Idly until Hetheridge halted abreast Of him
on the other side of tee road and surveyed
him with a look of scornful inquiry.
YOU'RE here again" he began. Now,