Griggs courier., 1893-07-21

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tinued Jones, ignoring the order.
II have" said Tim with dignity.
But it's for the cook to drink and not
the cooks police. Av yez want drink.
60 down to Reed the sutler an pay for
it. Now take yer dirty boots aft that
shtove, Jones Second, and attind to yer
juties wild thin camp kittles."
''All right, Tim," said Jones. wink
ing at me; and off he went, returning
with his kettles 80 full that he stopped
generous share of their contents ON
offense by clapping their black bottoms
in the water.
Tim regarded this proceeding with
eholcric disfavor, for his kitchen was
his pride, and he had the military vir-
tue of cleanliness ingrained in him.
"Well, may the divil shake you.
Jones Second" yelled Tim in disgust.
''Yer as dirty as Navajo squaw. and
hivins only knows what med you think
sejer clothes cud make sojer out av .
Jersey milkman."
This unkind allusion to the civil con-
dition and military incapacity of Jones
Second irritated that gentleman, and
he inaugurated q wordy war of epithet
and personal reflection with Mr..
Maher, that made the forenoon pass
vivaciouslV.
BY the time the officer of the day got
round to inspect the mess-room and
cookhouse, Tim was as sore as boil
and had reached the bottom of his
whisky bottle.
On this fateful day Second Lieut..
Goosehawk, wcaked-mouthed, uncer-
tain young man, was the officer of the
day. He was recent appointment
from civil life and knew no more about
soldiers and soldering than the man
in the moon; and, as he had an idea
that he was ridiculed by the wits of the
ranks, his ignorance and suspicion kept
him in chronic state of touchy dignity
that was intensely amusing.
AS he approached the cookhouse,
with his cape thrown back to show its
yellow lining and his saber Gathering
noisily at his heels. he saw Tins red
face withdrawn from the. door and
must have heard him say to me: ''Here
comes that dingtoed recruit lootenant,"
for he was nervous and nearly tripped
himself up with his saber, when Tim
yelled with drunken lustiness: ''Ten-
shun fer the aficer av the day."
AS Jones Second and stood to atten-
ton beyond the range, Mr.. Goosehawk
demanded. in q voice huskily and
emotionally stern:
''What have you for dinner, Maher?"
'Rigimintal bane soup, petaties,
gravy an slow deer, SIR" said Tim.
winlking at us with tipsy gravity.
'What is slow deer, Maher?' con-
tinued the green lieutenant
"Wan Of the company pigs, ye omad-
haun," blurted Tim, forgetting disci-
pline in his eagerness to catch recruit
with stale company joke.
Had Mr.. Goosehawk been struck with
a club, his dignity could not have re-
ceived a greater shock than it did from
Tins words; and, as we choked trying
to preserve a respectful de1neanor, the
officer of the day grew red and stut-
tered out:
''Private Maher! You are drunk and
insolent to the officC of the day. What
do you mean by SUI n language to your
superior officer, sir?"
Tim had now reached that stage Of
spirituous exaltation where he cared
little for articles of war and nothing
for officers of the day. He eyed the
nervous and indignant officer with
drunken disdain, and nd,remembering only
that he was a recruit, spakc:
'Arrah, w by the divil don't ye look
in the pots an see pwhat the grub is
instead of askin' yer foolish questions.
Sure there isn't an ould sojer in the
phost, from Badly Price to Jones Sec
ond there, would be askin' the likes.
It's Jack dandies like you that never
saw a gun or brass button that comes
hoppin' into the service to be bossin'
vetherans that was atm hard tack whin
ye wor dhrinkin' yer mothers milk.
Gwan out av here altogether"
Mr.. Goosehawk was Mortified. It was
his first experience with Tim, and as he
trembled with rage and affronted dig
nity-forgetting even to keep exposed
the yellow bravery of his cape lining
he said tremulously:
"Jones! Call the first sergeant"
Jones hastily crossed the quadrangle
to the ordcrly-room and returned with
Sergt. McGrath, who. as he entered
the cookhouse, took in the cause Of his
summons.
he saluted with q sober face and
waited for Mr.. Goosehawk, who said
with all the steYnness he could master:
''Sergt. McGrath! Have Private
Maher taken to the guardhouse, and
tell the sergeant Of the guard to make
him carry a log from fatigue call re-
treat, and enter on the guard book
charges preferred
The first sergeant saluted, and or
dered, curtly: 'Get your blankets.
Maher. Jones Second! Tell Corporal
Brown to get a file of men and march
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