Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1895-11-06

Jamie occasionally, hunted his die.
tionary for long words, which hecould
use to advantage in the orderly room.
IT said Conradlike, sir, repeated
the private respectfully. 81
"And what the devils that, sir? Is
it man? Or, if it is a woman. which
amounts to the same thing, who the
devil is she?" Clearness of expression
and grammatical treatment of his per.
sonal pronouns were not Jamie's strong
points. How dare you faunt. your
blasphemous cockney slang in my face ?
You herd him, Pierre? l call you as
witness. :"
And Jamie diyed into a little yalise
| to find hisspencil and notebook
"Hear what, sir? I didn't hear any
thing" said the scout stolidly Have
you two been talking?"
"Oh, holy smoke and Jerusalem r
cried Jamie, springing to his feet.
''This is conspiracy. You two are in
league. You've done nothing but insult
| me since we've been out. And you,
Pierre, you d tell me barefaced, darned
lie, you would" And Jamie's round
face looked as i q glass of port had
been poured over it. ~
"Sir," said the little scout. in turn
getting warm and forgetting himself,
st would respectfully warn you to med
itate just leetle before you talk about
| lying. Gentlemen do not do itn'
"Wel, I'm -. There, now, Town
ley, you heard that; you can't say you
didn't hear that blanked insolence?"
cried Jamie, running about distractedly,
then stopping right in front of the pri-
vate, who turned from the frosted win
dow as if he had been looking out
through it.
''Hear what, sir? Did you address
me?' And the private looked around
with a face SO stolid and stupid that it
would have done credit to Jamie in one
Of his intellectual moods. Cor were
you talking to me, Pierre? I did not
happen to be listening.
Jamie fairly staggered back against
the wall, speechless at this evidently
barefaced conspiracy to set his authority
at defiance. The private and the scout
really feared that the apoplectic fit
which they knew some day must carry
off Jamie was about to seize him just
then and were in no small degree
alarmed. To tell the truth, there was
not one grain of disrespectful intention
in either the private's or the scouts
composition. It was only in self defense
that they had to resort to these ques-
tionable means of evading the serious
delinquencies which their ignorant su
perior would have involved them in
could he have had his own way. Jamie
staggered to the door and went into the
passage
"Well, I'm blessedw said the pri-
vate under his breath. ''Some of the Of
fcers in the Northwest mounted police
are the best friends some of the rank
and file can have, and, Of course, the
Canadian government are at liberty to
pursue their own policy, but when their
policy necessitates the granting of COM
missions to cads and tyrants like Jamie
I think it is time for all respectable
men to leave the force. wish to good
ness I could scrape enough money to-
gether to buy my discharge.
In the meantime tho officer had gone
to the door of the next room and kicked
violently upon it,
"Hello, there, Yorke! he shouted
Jamie usually affected nasal drawl
'sDarn you, Yorke Come here; want
you. What do you mean fooling away
your time for with that wench? want
you to come and put Townley under ar.
rest for rank INSTRUMENTATION, using in
solent language to his superior and
making false statement. III get
Ratchet Face''-which, by the way, was
nickname given by the half breeds
to superintendent commanding the
division-"to imprison him and risk
an appeal"
On hearing this excited speech the
sergeant flushed angrily and sprang to
his feet. Jeanette stepped to the stove
and seized dipper of boiling water.
The beautiful wench referred to cried
mischievously, "Come in!''
But the old adage, ''Once bitten, twice
shy" held good in Jamie's case.
4sOO IL hAOWo IL! VII, uOU 1Ol co-
sephp' was the drawing reply to this
invitation from behind the door. ''I'm
too fly by long odds for that I don't
come in as long as that old she cat has
that dipper of water handy on the
stove. Jamie had wisely reconnoitered
through the keyhole "Get rustic on
there, Yorke, or Til shove a charge
against you.
The sergeant hurried into the passage
so as not to keep his superior officer
waiting.
Come outside into the stable, said
Jamie. II want to talk to you. What?
You want to put your fur coat on, do
you? Oh, never mind IN wrapped up
sufficiently for both Of us. His charac
teristic wit was of light and playful
turn. II declare, Yorke, you're getting
more Of tenderfoot every day. say,
by the way, don't you think you
rushing that girl in there rather too
hard? You want to look out and not
scare her at the start off give her her
head little at first; then just let her
feel the bit, and stay with it until you We
got her we'll in hand Young women are