Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-06-21
WARNINGS PERIL.
By Capt. Chas. King, of the U. s. Army.
 Copyright by Lippincott.

the mud did what conS1dereu the
 proper thing, and drove them, coram publico, to 'bonne maman's,' never let ting them see, of course, that there
 was any row on tap, and so when saw the old fellow with keen-looking party alongside 1 felt sure it meant mischief I was utterly surprised, theref fore, when Lascelles came up with hat off and hand extended, bow
 ing low, praying pardon for the intru- sion, but saying he could not defer an other instant the desire to express his gratitude the most profound for my extreme courtesy to madame and his beloved child. He had heard the whole story, and, to my confusion, insisted on going over all the details before Allerton, even to my heroism, as he called it, in knocking down that big bully of cabman. I was confused, yet couldn't shake him off. He was persistent. He was abject. He begged ! to meet my friend, to present his, to open champagne and drink eternal friendship. He would change the name of his chateau-the rotten old rookery from Beau Rivage to Belle Alliance. He would make this day a fete in the calendar of the Lascelles family. And then it began to dawn on me that he had been drinking champagne before
 he came. did not catch the name of the other gentleman, a much younger
 man. He was very ceremonious and polite, but distant. Then, in some way, came up the fact that had been trying to get a cab to take me back to
 barracks, and then Lascelles declared
 that nothing could be more opportune. He had secured carriage and was just going down with monsieur. They | had des affaires to transact at once. He took me aside and said: Tn proof | that you accept my amende, and In | order that may make to you my per l sonal apologies, you must accept my ! invitation So go with them I did. was all the time thinking of Grams
 mysterious note bidding me return at taps. couldn't imagine what was up, but made my best endeavors to get a cab. None was to be had, so l
 was really thankful for this opportun-
 ity. All the way down Lascelles over | whelmed me with civilities, and could
 only murmur and protest, and the | other party only murmured approba- | tion. He hardly spoke English at all. | Then Lascelles insisted on stop at the Pelican, and on bumpers of champagne, and there, as luck would have it, was Doyle-drunl1, as usual, and deter | mined' to join the party; and, though l endeavored to put him aside, Lascelles
 would not have it. He insisted on be-
 ing presented to the comrade of his gallant friend, and in the private room where we went he overwhelmed Doyle
 with details of our grand reconcilia- ton and with bumper after bumper of | Krug. This enabled me to fight shy of the wine, but in ten minutes Doyle was fighting drunk, LaGcelles tipsy. The driver came in for his pay, say ing he would go no further. They had a row. Lascelles wouldn't pay; called him an Irish thief and all that.
 I slipped my last V into the drivers hand and got him out, somehow. M. Philippes, or whatever his name
 was, said he would go out-he'd get a | cab in the neighborhood; and the next thing I knew Lascelles and Doyle were
 in fury of row. Lascelles said all
 the Irish were knaves, and black guards and swindlers, and Doyle stum-
 bled around after him. Out came pis-
 toll Out came a knifei I tripped Doyle and got him into chair, and
 was so intent on pacifying him and
 telling him not to make fool of him.
 self that didn't notice anything else.
 l handled him good-naturedly, got the
 knife away, and then was amazed to
 find that he had my own pet paper
 cutter. made them shake hands and
 make up. It was all a mistake,
 said Lascelles. But what made it a
 worse mistake, the old man would
 order more wine, and with 1t brandy.
 He insisted on celebrating this second
 grand reconciliation, and then both
 got drunl1er, but the tall Frenchman
 had Lascelles' pistol and I had the
 knife, and then a cab came, and, though
 1t was storming beastly and 1 had
 Ferry's duds on and Larkin's best tile
 and Pierce's umbrella, we bundled 1T
 somehow and drove on down the levee
 leaving Doyle in the hands of that
 Amazon of wife of his and a couple
 of doughboys who happened to bt
 around there. Now Lascelles was al
 hilarity, singing, joking, confidential . Nothing would do but we must stoI : and call on a lovely woman, bell'
 annie. He could rely on our discretion
 he said. laying his finger on his nose. .anC
 looking sly and coquettish, for all thu world like some old roue of French | man. He must stop and see her ant
 take her some wine. Indeed he said
 mysteriously, it is a rendezvous Well
 was their guest; had no money
 What could I do? It was then afte
 eleven, should judge. M. Philippes
 or whatever his name was, gave order to the driver. We pulled up, and then 0 to my surprise, found we were a
 Doyle's. That ended 1t. told then
 they must excuse me. They protested ' but of course couldn't go in there. s they took a couple of bottles apiec
 and went in the gate and I settled my
 self for nap and got it. I don't knoN !. how long slept, but was aroused b ' the devils own tumult. A shot ha
 been fired. Men and women both wer
 screaming and swearing. Some on
 suddenly burst into the cab beside m'
 really pushed from behind, and the
 away we went through the mud an