The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-11-28

Harry took in. AS the latter had nap
PLY reSllenished the cupboard which did
service for a wine cellar before the crash
came, he was in no immediate fear of
capitulation but the confinement was
rapidly beginning TO tell upon his
naturally buoyant spirits.
On this particular Nov = he felt par
ticularly gloomy. The fog depressed him,
and that very morning he has received a
letter from the aunt at Oman saying she
would gladly help him in his necessity,
but she would first like to make his ac-
quaintance. lest haply he was youth of
evil proclivities upon whom kindness
would be thrown away The journey to
Oman was not more than t2 or eS, and
she felt sure he was not so pressed but
what he could easily run across the chan
mel for the inside of a week AS Harry's
present resources were under half a SOW
ereign, and as the effort might result in
the myrmidons of old Isaacs being sue
cessful, the invitation only intensified his
dependency.
He sat over the fire modify, smoking,
when he heard a peculiar knock at the
oak. 1t was Charley Croftons signal.
He opened the outer door cautiously, and
and his friend, a stalwart youth of ruddy
cOuntenauce, pleasant to look upon
slipped in, and the door closed with a
snap.
Harry handed his chum his aunt's let
ter, pointed with his finger to the sug-
gested visit, and gave hollow laugh
"A flyer would do it; that, and clear
run. If had only that old scoundrel Cox
by himself I'd He paused; the
aposiopesis was suggestive
He returned to his own chair and sat
glaring into the embers of the fire
Suddenly there was a sound of alterca-
tion in the quadrangle. Voices ran high
that of the immaculate Cox piercing the
dense atmosphere like fog horn. Char
ley rushed to the window by Jove,
Harry, here's game. Here two chaps
are batting Cox they've brought n Guy
Fawkes into the inn to collect coppers and
won't go out. Old Cox is just dancing
with rage. Ha, ha! come and look at
him"
Only too delighted to see his enemy's
discontinue, Harry Bertram also went
and looked out. Certainly the spectacle
was sufficiently diverting. Two sturdy
varlets, having successfully run the
gauntlet of the lodge had carried
into the inn Guy Fawkes of the usual
type
There was the mask with the musta-
chiOs, the cooked hat, thehuddled, stuffed
figure tied the chair, the long arms, hang
ing perpendicularly down, the peudulous
W =
arm was attached by an old bOotlace
the conventional lantern. 1t was-a noble
Guy. and had taken time and patience to
create. It's bearers had commenced "A
round of the quadrangle, chanting that
mysterious carol Commencing Guy
Fawkes, Guy hit him in the eye" and
rapping at the ground floor windows to
excite attention and extract the dole of
appreciation. Around them We're troop
Of littlp hOVc Wbp fOT. tho uoT1pn dayidaJ
the porter's stick.
Then appeared Cox. and a lively arpu-
ment apparently commenced, the Guy
bearers making mock of authority In
vain did the porter, like the eye of Ham
let's father, threaten and command they
continued to carry their burden round
the square, picking up a few coppers.
They had well nigh gone round the quad
rangle, and were approaching the win
dow of No. 3, when Cox adjourned hastily
to the lodge, and posting the under por-
ter at the entrance, called Justify for the
police. The men started, saw they were
done, and in dire extremity raped at
Harry's window. where they saw two
friendly faces laughing
"For Gawd's sake, Governor, take our
Guy in. It's with a thick I'm, not to
mention what we hope to make out of it,
You can let it down to us into Potter's
lane. We can get past that slip of
boy before the coppers come. But we
can't abear TO lose the Guy. Will yer,
Goy'nor!
Rather said Harry, only too ready
to wipe out the debt he owed Cox.
Here Charley, open the oak. Bring IL
in and put it down there Now, if YOU
chaps get stout rope and throw it up TO
us from Potter's lane, say in ten minutes
time, wen letit down to you. Now cut
for your lives" f---r
The men darted out--dodged the under
porter, and disappeared.
The oak closed again, and Harry and
his friend stood gazing at the Guy Fawkes
which, still attached to the chair, was
placed in the middle of the sitting room.
"Deuced good guy, Harry" said Char
ley Crofton admiringly. Regular crea-
ton so well filled out, too. Wonder what
he's stuffed with. Hand me that single
stick, Harry, and I'll dust him a bit and
find out"
mo. stow that Mister" said the Guy
with alacrity, as, springing airily from
the chair, its bonds mysteriousl Y loosened.
it whipped the mask from most impu-
dent face, produced slip of paper
which was duly presented to the aston
ished Harry, at the suit of one Emanuel
Isaacs.
The whole scene, in short had been a
most deliberately rehearsed effect planned
together by old Isaacs and Cox, who like
most of US, had his price. The writ had
at last been served.
Harry sank into his chair utterly
and Charley Crofton would
fain have commenced the suggested game
of rap-rascal had not Harry motioned TO
him TO desist. The evil had been done-no
good could come of assault
There was an uncomfortable silence
which was broken by the gentleman
who's histrionic skill had so materially
TO success.
VERY sorry, Guv'nor, but I've honly
done my dooty and should like to drink
your good 'ealth in sumat short, if
might make so bold"
Harry looked up in sheer amazement 81
the rascal's impudence. The face before
him was not comely, slight visual dis
crepancy violated the true canons of
beauty Nor was the harmony of the
face improved by broken nose and a
swollen left ear. In short, Harry read
1.-The Fancy in every line of the repel-
lent countenance.
well" said Betram, you've got fair
average cheek, and no mistake. But ]
suppose if you hadn't writted me some
one else would So here's the whisky
bottle, help yourself, and now US how the
plant was planned" 1as
The unwelcome guest filed himself a
''four-finger'' corker, and having Cooked
toward em, told the story with much
zest.