San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-03-18


1t was in the Skerrett blood to come
out red at a pinch.
Things do look a little dusky for the
good cause" thought Skerrett, as, wear
ing his buff and blue coat-far too dull
coat for so bright a fellow-he stood
drinking October next morning, as we
have seen him, before Mrs. Birdsells
cottage.
No finer figure of rebel walked the
Continental soil unhung. On his nut
brown face his blond mustache lay low
ingly curling.
Something is going to happen today"
thought the pajOr 81 bubble. shall
boil over ana make a fool of myself be-
fore night. am in that ridiculous
mood when a man loves his neighbOr as
himself. believes in success, wants to tilt
at windmills. Oh, October! you have in
toxicated me! | challenge the world.
Hold me. somebody, or shall jump oven
the Highlands and take Sir Henry Clin-
ton by the hair. then up to Saratoga and
pick up Jack Burgoyne, knock. their
pates together and fling them over the
Atlantic"
A mans legs gallOp when his blood
and spirits are boiling after such fash
ion. 1t did not take the major any con-
siderable portion Of eternity to measure
off the furlongs Of cultivated plain be-
tween Fishkill village and Putnam's
headquarters. In fact he had need to
dispatch. He had slept late after his
journey. The council would be assem-
bled and already muddling their brains
over the situation.
The Van Wyck farmhouse stood and
still stands with its back to the road and
its front to the Highlands.
mot much clank and pomp ana pa
geantry in this army of Israel Putnam,
thought Skerrett. mo tents! Men are
barracked in barns, | suppose, or sleep
under cornstalks, with pumpkins for
pillows. No sentinels! But probably
every man keeps his eyes peeled and his
ears pricked up for the tramp Of British
brogans or Hessian boots on the soil.
There was however, a sentry standing
at the unhinged gate in the decimated
paling of the farmyard
He turned his back and paced to the
end of his beat as Major Skerrett APP
preached
AHA! thought the latter, "Jierck
Dewitt is as quick sighted as ever. He
wants to dodge me- Poor fellow! Bot
tie has got him again, fear Why
can't'man be satisfied with atmosphere
and cut alCohOl?"
Skerrett entered the gate and hailed
"Jierckr
The sentinel turned and saluted.
A clear case of bottle. The colony OF
Jamaica was a more important ally tc
Great Britain in the Revolution than is
generally known. All! if people would
only take their rum latent in its mo
lasses and pour out their undistilleC
toddies on their buckwheat cakes!
''Jierck," said the major kindly, "yor
promised me you would not touch it. "
$50 did," says the man, inficting OF
himself the capital punishment of hang
ing his head; land KEEP stiff as the
lord chancellor till got back home t.
Peekskill below here. There found my
wife had gone wrong"
The poor fellow choked. A bad wifi
is black Dose
1--WE grew up together, sir, on tn
Brothertoft manor lands She was
Bilsby, one of the old families-as brisl
and bright gal as ever stepped. w
were married and travelled just right
she alongside of me and alongside 0
her, pullin well and keepin everything
DRAWN. Well, when shouldered arm
Lady Observation-Disclosures the PATRON
widow-got my wife to go down to Yor
and be her maid. 1t was lettin dow
r. for Squire Dewitt's sons wife to eat i
anybody's kitchen. But that's nothing
The harm is that Lady Brothertoft
house is unlucky. Women don't go int
it and stay straight. There's too niue