Evening journal., 1892-08-20


lady killer. Who is he?
Major limerick, Of the Hessian Chas-
seurs. looks across the table at this gay
rattle and then whispers TO his own
neighbor, Lord Rawdon, Zee dat dab
lnaggaroni, Chack Antre; how he bake
lubb to de breddy Luciel Bajor Gurr
win bide off his cad breddy sood."
"Keir may glover and look like a
cannibal," Rawdon returned, in a whis-
per, "but he win not eat Jack Andres
head so long as there's any Of the veni-
son left"
Il dinked Chack was id Bedsylvadia
or Cherzey,n says limerick, wiping thai
enormous mustache Of his-a coarse
Hessian article, planted like a bushy
abattis before his mouth.
"He was replied Rawdon, "and 1
don't see how he has been able 10 get
here so soon, unless that is his eidolon,
his wrath and moves like the ghost in
Hamlet. / suppose he heard that Kerr
was going to marry the hciress and there
would be an adjutancy looking for an
adiutant and has posted up to offer him
self. He didn't know was to have it.
Jack is in too much hurry to be a great
man, His vanity will get him into a
scrape some Of these days"
Captain Andre whispered soft nothings
to Lucy. And though Kerr glowered
truculently, she listened, much to the
amusement of limerick and Rawdon.
Lucky, perhaps. for the daughter that
mamma, at the head of the table, did
not detect this byplayl She might have
scented revolt and fastened the mar
rage. An hour would have brought
the Tartar's chaplain; five minutes would
have clothed him in his limp surplice.
and in five more Lucy, still quelled by
the old tyranny, would have stammered
'love, honor and obey"-and "die."
She was not always very attentive to
her butterfly companion.
Sometimes she bent forward and
looked at her mother, sitting in all her
glory between army and navy, and the
daughters cheeks burned with shame.
She longed to fly away from all this
splendor. somewhither where she could
dwell innocently and weep away the in
! finite sorrow in her gentle heart. Il
she had not been too bewildered by her
throng Of battling hopes and fears with
| in, by the clatter of the feast and Jacl
Andres mischianza of gossip and com
pliment, her notions Of right and wrong
Of crime and punishment, would hav,
become sadly confused.
Questions did indeed drift across hei
mind.
Il do not succeed in entertaining you
fair lady, says Andre. Your thought
are all for that happy fellow besid.
you,n and he looked with a little snee
toward Kerr, who was applying t
Bottle for the boon of wit
A feeling Of utter despair came owe
poor Lucy, as she turned involuntaril,
and also glanced at the animal Thel
she drew away Indignantly from tn
man who had put this little stab int
her heart.
"Are there no gentlemen in the worldy
she thought. "Do men dare to speak s
and look so at other young ladies?"
"Loog ad de breddy meess," say
limerick, holding wine glass befor
his bushy abatis as cover. "zhe
nod habbie wild Chack nor wild Gurrw
"a dozen fellows Rawdon reioined
behind his glass, "of better blood tina
Jack and better hearts than Kerr woul
have cut in there long ago. The daugf
ter is as sweet and pure as lily. Blu
who dares marry such a mother-in-law:
and he shrugged his shoulders expire.
sively toward the hostess.
The hostess now rose and beckone
her daughter.
Il leave you, gentlemen, to you
toasts," she said. "Alajor Kerr will b
my representative"
She moved TO the door. Army an
navy. Albion and Hesse, all sprang
open for her. A murmur of admiratio
for her beauty and bearing applaude
the exit. Lady Brothertoft seemed
be at her climax.
Kerr Of course did not let the toas
, lag.
"The king, gentlemen~
Cheersl Drank cyathis plenis.
Sir Henry Clinton rises cleaning sta
red nose and all and proposes, "Our hos
essr' Bumpers and uproarl
Then they load and fire, fast and fur
GUS Bottle can hardly gallop ia
G enough to supply ammunition.
"The armylp "Hooray, hoora
, Speech from Lord Rawdonw
1.-The navy!' "Three cheers for Cor
modore Hothamr
1.-The captured fortsw Drank in {
. lence to the memory of Colonel Cam
: bell and Coant Grabowslzi, killed ther
Luck to Jack Burgoynew "PoutiI
3 Jack" Andre suggests. May he be
spiler TO Schuyler, and fling Gates ov
4 the hedge into the ditchl" Laughter al
= cheers, and immense rafting of glass
o on the table.
Here's 10 General Vaughan and
trip up the river tomorrow May he al
q moral TO the Esopus fablesw
q "The Brandywinel and here's hopif
= Mr.. Washington may have anoth
taste of the same cupr
Are modern toasts and dinner tab
= wit Of this came character?
n PART THREE-CHAPTER III.
= There were three headaches ne
, morning at the breakfast table