The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-10-19

"EOrCross ] see, has got on
Eyes, poor devil, he has got Of"
The emphasis was t"D significant 70
pass unnOticcd. The speaker who had
just found Eugene Norcr"ss' name in
the passenger list Of an outgoing steam
or laid the paper across his knee 20
stare at the other one. They were both
club men. One Of them vas called the
Cynic; his real name was Mckenzie.
"What do you mean. Mckenzie?
Nothing. never by any oversight
tax my uttcranccs " II "a = meaning.
Eyes, but, by love, the remarkable
emphasis you put on She word off ii
equal 70 an Indictment"
The cynic shifted his position care
lessly, bringing into his line Of vision a
small table al which two men sat, with
q bottle Of wine between them.
There Is an improving spectacle. It
is enough TO make good tuivcrsalist
Of Digger Indian b. scc such harmony.
Hereafter ] will make no doubt that
everybody win eventually be saved and
occupy the same mansion Of the blcst."
WHAT Is your interesting tahl"au?
I can't turn round and stare without
beastlY rudeness."
1.-Two men hobnobbing over n bottle
Of wine, who according To all precedent
ought TO be at each others throats,
bulldog fashion. They are being false
to their traditions. conducting the
family fcud properly
This was too much for the polite man.
He riskcd "beastly rudcncss," squared
L ~ /. l.. ~.
GENTLY to take in the alcove and its oc-
.cupants. and said, in disappointed
tone:
"Ohl Lorimcr and Fairbanks. What's
the matter with them? Why, they're
regular Damon and Pythias Castor and
EPollux, or any other Of the immortal
'inseparables you choose. One never
comes to the club but the other is sure
ito follow"
The cynic brought his eye-glass delib-
,erately to bear on the men in the
:alcove: "Fairbanks is a supcrb-looking
fellow But what about the vendctta?'
"a rubbishy piece Of inherited lum-
Der. which those youngsters seem in
clined to relegate TO mcmory'S attic,-a
proof Of common Sense to which | take
off my hat"
But the vendetta"
"Oh, yes Well, got the history of
Il from my grandfather, who at one
time owned a plantation between the
belligerents. 1t began with the shoot
ing of bull. Fairbanks shot Lorimer's
bull, or LOrimer shot Fairbanks bull.
Doubtless my grandfather transmitted
the CORY legend correctly to me, but
my villainous memory has refused to
retain it. | confess to certain cOnfu-
sion as to the original ownership of the
bull whose horns have been as the
horns OF very serious dilemma to all
the succeeding Loriners and Fair
banks"
Cannon
Gospel truth. OF course there was a
row over that bull, but believe his is
the only gore that stains the scutcheons
of two proud families
BE serious for once. Mckenzie"
SERIOUS as a sexton, pom honor! My
veneration for family feuds forbids
levity. In the succeeding generation,
tradition hath it, there were boy and
girl of the two households madly in
love with each other perhaps the ia
Their and the mother of this identical
pair. Doubtless by that time the casus
belli-or built, If you will permit a vile
pun-began to look trife shriveled;
SO an imaginary grievance of more re-
spectacle origin was manufactured.
Years of bad blood had not improved
the temper of either family. Con.
sequently, row number two: hands