The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-11-22

The blolu fclt and Uds fOllOlCed by a holcI
Of pain from KdDdndgh.
pier hanging down from his side under the
left arm. Shifting his stick for an instant,
he drew the bent weapon out and flung 1t
aside In that brief space Kavanagh turned
and took to his heels, but Gordon pursued
and overlook him before he had gone a
dozen yards and a struggle ensued, Kava-
nagh graphing close to give Gordons stick
less play. But he WAS no match for Cor
don III wrestling, and presently he went
over Gordon's shoulder, falling in the road
with u thud. He would have been content
to lie there, but Gordon dragged him onto
his feet, and running him along at arms
length thrashed him without mercy until
the miserable wretch threw himself down
in the road again and slammed uncon-
seriousness.
Gordon declared he was unhurt, spoke
scornfully Of Kavanagh's rapier and won
dered how an old hand could rely Oh two
penny halfpenny sword stick for defense.
But when we returned to the hcuse he
helped himself to a liberal dose of whisky
and said he thought he would lust go up
stairs and put himself straight Bit" He
was in his room some time and came down
in another suit of clothes.
"Ive helped myself to n suit of yours"
heard him say to Taras. That beastly
spit pricked me under the arm and made
my togs in a bit of mess. couldn't make
out how it was I felt wet all down that
side" . -.....
1--WE can't afford to let you trile with
yourself" said Taras. "If the wound is
serious"-
"Wound2 Hang tits only scratch,
man! I've sSIck lump Of wadding out OF
your dress Coat on the place-the muscle
under the arm, don't you know-and shall
be as right as rain after supper"
About the same time the gardener, who
had been sent to look after kavanagh, re-
turned and informed us that the gent
was getting on pretty nicely-seemed n lit
tie upsetlike-kind of knocked up, in n
manner of speaking, but he had found his
hat and could manage to limp along pretty
lively, If we understood what he meant.
What happened to Kayanagh after this
| was witnessed by William Wright, one of
the kiln hands at the pottery at Lambeth.
AT 5 o'clock on that Friday the office was
closed as usual. Old Mr.. Bell was the last
TO leave. Before going he went through
the works and stopped to chat with William
Wright, who was coaling up the brown
| ware kiln; talked about the quantity of
| fuel used and asked Wright whether he
didn't think IL cheaper coal would answer
| the same purpose as that they were burn
| ing, and so on. Always on the lookout for
means of economizing, Mr.. Bell. Never
theless he gave Wright twopence for
| pint of ale when he bade him Good night"
in his friendly way. Wonderfully nice old
gentleman. At 9 o'clock the bell rang, and
all hands went away from the pottery ex-
cept Wright, whose turn 1t was to keep the
| fires up till Stevens came at to relieve
| him.
About 7, Wright having coaled up went
| to the side door In Ferry street to get a
breath of fresh air. While he was standing
there smoking half pipe an odd looking
little fellow came UP to him and passed
the time Of day. He had queer, monkey
ish sort of face, with a short, bristly red
beard, and he wore n fur cap.
as Mr.. Kayanagh in the worksf" he
asked
"No' answered Wright "He went away
this afternoon and won't be back till Mon
| day."
'.Can you tell me where 1 might find
himSh
"You'll have to go to Betterford-that's 8
beyond Woking-to find him."
"Woking, that's long way Are you
sure he is there?n
"Certain, cause had to post the letters
to him there as they came in by the last
post"
.This is very awkward. I'm potter,
and counted on getting bit of work"
"YolI're a Russian, amt your
"Yes. How do you know"
"Because you talk like the parties who
come to ask after Mr.. Taras."
s'You work late here?" said the little
man after pause.
of OFF Tim hnra IN firnf n,
Fridays sailing day with u.s."
He had to explain the process of salt
glazing before the foreigner understood
this.
1--WE don't glaze like that in our country.
] expect your kilns are quite unlike ours.
Have you any objection to my looking at
them!'
"Well," said Wright, after little hesita-
ton, 'it's against the rules to let strangers
: in, but as you're going to be hand in the
works don't mind"
Wright took him round the kiln and
! showed him the fire holes; the foreigner
looking about, taking notice Of everything
with his round, deep sunk eyes; then he
led him up TO the throwing floor, where
the foreigner was interested in the potters
wheels and the boards of clay jars set
| round the body of the kiln to dry; thence
Wright took him up the steps onto the salt
, ing floor, which is level with the dome OF
; the kilns. The huge kiln here begins to
taper into funnel passing up through the
|, roof. In one side is an opening about the
; height of q man and or feet wide, and
| through this one sees, on a level with the
floor, the dome covering that part of the
kiln in which the pottery is exposed TO the
flames. In the middle OF the dome is an
opening through which the flame rises ina
compact body William Wright took his
visitor to the opening in the side of the
kiln and pointed out the holes through
which the salt is poured to glaze the earth
enware, but not content with this the little
foreigner went inside, right OH the dome OF
the kiln, and looked down into the inside.
Wright says he looked like a demon in q
pantomime as he stood almost within singe
ing distance of the flame, grinning down
into the fiery pit below
TITS better than anything we've got in
Russia" he declared when he came out.
There's nothing more to see; now well
go down again. said Wright.
| But when they reached the throwing
floor, nothing would satisfy the foreigner
but he must go poking about right as far
as the warehouse steps leading down to the
Office
Here, come on, mate, you've seen
enough said Wright, who by this time
began to suspect that he had not done well
to infringe the rules.
At this remark the foreigner followed
Wright to the ground floor, and there
again the spirit Of inauirY WAS strong unnu