The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-27
PULLED HIS NOSE.

The colonel Of the Red Hussars was an
Irish man, who was as proud Of his nations
atty as il is possible for an Irishman to be,
aud that is not saying little by any means.
He carried his patriotism so far as to aver
shat not only we're the Irish the finest, the
most courageous, the most gifted of the
four nationalities, but that nearly all the
really great Englishmen were really irish
men. He justified this HibernianIsm by a
mode Of reasoning which was highly origi-
nal but not wholly convincing. 1t would
have provoked shouts of laughter in the
mess If it had pr ceeded from the iiDs Of a
subsltern but the colonel was a different
person TO deal with.
When he launched out on his favorite
tonic therefore, he was listened to in disre-
spectful silence by his subordinates, but in
revenge 1t was the greatest delight Of the
wags OF the regiment To mimic his voice
and manner, and to represent him as utter
ing the most astounding Hibernian false
hoods, gernished with numerous expressions
Of a wholly profaue character.
This was called doing old Pat" and was
Q very popular amusement IN every mess
room where the colonerJ personality was
known. His real name, of course, as the
army list will tell you, was Col. Dominlck
sydney Power, but this is comparatively
tri1ing detail
Therefore, when the Red Husssrs heard
that Sir James Macleod had been Razetted
from the Blues TO their own regiment, con-
lecture ran very rift among the ofilcers
whether Sir John would contrlve TO hit 1t
off amicably with ''Old Pat"
II was generally felt that the stranger
would probably prove q Scotchman of the
deepest dye, with q very large allotment of
Scotch pride and patriotism, while, no
doubt, after his experience in the Blues, be
would be inclined TO regard a mere colonel
in a husesr regiment with more compassion
than reverence.
ut would be great fun il he goes for old
Pat, and gives It TO him hot, when he be-
gins the usual rot" said young Faushawe,
With broad grin, and il was generally
agreed among the junior officers Of the reg
iment that it would be great fun indeed.
While his subordinstes were coming to
this insubordinate decision Col Dominick
Power was engaged In reading long letter
from an old schoolfellOw Of bis, and a
former brother officer of Sir James Mac
leod's, 20 whom he had written a few lines
previously, In order to make some inquiries
with regard to the new importation into the
meas room of the Red Hussars and the
baronet's motives for effeoting the ex
change.
"A woman is at the bottom of 1t, as
usual, wrote Capt. Fletcher of the Blues,
Macleod was very hard hit, and she threw
him over for no reason that any one can
divine. He knew that you were ordered
abroad, and he wants TO get out of the
country without appearing to run away.
He IL a capital fellow; he is a good sports
man: AL shot; and very popular in the
regiment There is only one point on which
] had better caution you. Don't bet with
him. He is q very devil at bets, and always
wins"
Sir James Macleod proved to be a tall +,
fair young man, whose long features and
high chsekbones testified very clearly that
the place of his birth lay beyond the Tweed.
His manner was that of O thorough man OF
the world, and It is not remarkable, under
the circumstances, that be got on at once
with the young men who were to be his
companions for the future.
I'VE thought you would be no end OF a
heavy swell, - said young Fsnshawe. in a day
or two, during which friendship had ripened
into familiarity, but you amt bit"
W herest Sir James Macleod laughed good
humoredly.
"Whas shall you do when old Pat begins
his usual rot" continued Fansnawe, in a
confidential tone, "about Ireland being the
finest country iu the universe, and every
body else being miserable scarecrows aud
outsiders! Shall you stick up for Aud
ReekleP wish you would. 1t would make
Pat so sick"
"What do you mean Z" inquired the other.
Young Fanshawe explained his meaning at
some length.
"And you think that he would be furious
II any one contradioted him" inquired
Macleod, fixing wary eye on the other.
Furious. / think he would have fit"
Macleod deliberated for q moment with
the same wary expression Of awe, and then
he said quietly:
II should like to make a bet with you.
uyfi Law 20. ,N4,
that il you will draw the colonel out on his
favorite topic, will contradict him on
every point, we will have a most angry
discussion and at the end the colonel will be
as good humored and pleased as if-well, as
Ii | had put 9l00 in his pocket"
"You don't know Old Pat" replied Fan
sha we, shaking his head He'll make the
regiment too hot to hold you in less than no
time
swell, shall | take the petT' suggested
Macleod blandly.
"No, won't bet on certainty"
care you sure, 5" inquired Macleod, with
an air Of doubt. that it isn't that you don't
feel-quite-up-to drawing Old Pat"
"You may book the bet," cried Fan
Shave, haughtily, and his cheek flushed
with anger. land If you lose you will have
no one TO thank but yourself"
And so 10 came about that that same
evening after dinner, when the wine wa:
circulating pretty freely, and mellow
glow was beginning to make its appearance
on the coloners ripe visaRe, young Fan
shave, to the CONSERVATION of the mess,
proceeded to introduce the subject of GER
tain dece ssed Irish politician.
"Wbas q scoundrel that fellow was" said
young Fhnshawe, apropos Of nothing, aud
dragging the dead leader into the CONVEX
sation precisely as Mr.. Dick used to hoist
King Charles the FIrst's head into the
memorial"
The other subs looked at young Fanshawe
with an expression of amazement. Had he
gone out of his senses or had the wine got
into his heads Closer inspection, however,
showed that he looked unnaturally sober
and unusually intelligent.
Then there must be some game on-some
game at the colonels expense This would
probably be good sport, and it would be as
well TO be in it at the death.
DlOld Pat was not to be drawn by young
Fanshawe. He snorted Indignantly, but re-
served his steel for worthier foes.
The circle Of watchful eyes now turned to
Fanshawe. What would be his next moves
My pater has just bought hogshead OF
she finest Scotch whisky" said the youth
coming up to time with commendable alac-
rity and cheerful smile. II hate Irish
whisky. It is such sickening, soapy stuff
think Scotch Is much the best"