Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1894-05-05


Of pain from RdrttriHgh.
pier hanging down from his side under the
left arm. Shifting his stick for an irst ant,
he drew the bent weapon out and flung IL
aside In that brief space Kavanagh turned
and took to his heels. but Gordon pursued
and overlook him before he had gone a
dozen yards, and a struggle ensued .-kava
nagh graphing close TO give Gordon's stick
less play. But he was no match for Cor
don at wrestling, and presently h+ wepS
over Gordon y shoulder, falling IN the roap
with thud. lie would have been content
TO lie there, hut Gordon dragged him onto
his feet, and running him along at arms
length thrashed him without mercy until
the miserable wretch threw himself down
in the road again and slammed uncon-
sciousness.
Gordon declared he was unhurt, spoke
scornfully OF Kavanagh's rapier and won
dered how an old hand could rely on n two
penny halfpenny sword stick for defense
But when we returned to the house he
helped himself to a liberal dose of whisky
and sAid be thought he would Just go up
stairs and put himself straight bit" He
was in his room some time and came down
in another snit of clothes. a.&
"I've helped myself to suit of yours" !
heard him sAy TO Taras. That beastly
spit pricked me under the arm and made
my togs in bit of mess couldn't make
out how il was ! felt wet all down that
side"
1--WE can't afford TO let you trifle with
yourself" said Taras If the wound Is
serious"--
"Woundi Hang tits only IA scratch,
mani I've stuck n lump of wadding out Of
your dress coat on the place-the muscle
under the arm, don'tyou know-and shall
be as right AS rain after supper"
About the same time the gardener, who
had been sent to look after kavanagh, re
turned and informed rs that the gent
was getting on pretty nicely-seemed lit
tie upsetlike-kind of Knocked up, in a
manner of speaking, but he had found his
hat and could manage to limp along pretty
lively, If we understood what he meant
What happened to Kavanagh after this
was witnessed by William Wright, one of
the kiln hands at the pottery at Lambeth,
At O'Clock on that Friday the Office was
closed as usual Old Mr.. Bell was the last
to leave. Before going he went through
the works and stopped to chat with William
Wright, who was coaling up the brown
ware kiln; talked about the quantity Of
fuel used and asked Wright whether he
didn't think IL cheaper coal would answer
the same purpose as that they were burn
ing, and so on. Always on the lookout for
means OF economizing, Mr. Bell Never
theess he gave Wright twopence for a
pint of ale when he bade him Good night"
In his friendly way. Wonderfully nice old
gentleman AT O o'clock the bell rang, and
all hands went away from the pottery ex
cept Wright, whose turn it was to keep the
fires up till Stevens came at Ito relieve
him. n
About z, Wright having coaled up, went
TO the side door IN Ferry street to get a
breath of fresh air. While he was standing
there smoking half pipe an odd looking
little fellow came up to him and passed
the time of day. He had a queer, monkey
ish sort of face, with short, bristly red
beard, and he wore IA fur cap
rs Mr. Kavanagh in the works" he
asked.
"No," answered Wright. He went away
this afternoon and won't be back till Mon
day."
"Can you tell me where might find
himY"
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