The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-17
PAGES II no 20.

fool, key Marstons. 'Iowd for to wipe me
out, all on account OF this yer little argey-
ment; an amt got no weppings left. He
has one" the redoubtable Mr.. Peters shiv-
cred.
"Yes?'
1T came over in the Mayflower, and
worked down In Canady," said Mr.. Peters,
presumably abiding to keys weapon.
TITS got nozzle like a bell and he fills
1t up to busting with cut slugs. When it
does go off they spreads for miles" and
again he shivered apprehensively.
"Oh, but that's all right; I'll talk to
key" said Clinton kindly. II was quite
as much to blame as you were. In fact,
I began it."
IT'S that red hair of hers" said Mr..
Peters lamely. 1T sorter blinds a man,
and he's carvin' folks up afore he knows
anything about it,"
"Dutish Of hospitality" said thick
voice on the threshold, and Ikey appeared
solemnly swaying to and fro, but cover
ing Mr. Hank Peters with the heirloom
that worthy had so feelingly described.
Mr.. Hank Peters slowly backed into a
corner.
"Hansh up" insisted Ikey with drunken
gravity.
Hank Peters hurriedly did as requested.
And his countenance all over,
Suddenly like death did prove"
"Dutish of hospitality" again insisted
Ikey, "musht be obsherved. Sho they will
lin five minutes" and he brought the
muzzle of his old gun in convenient prox-
unity to Mr.. Peters speaking countenance
Likely you old idiot drop that thing at
once" commanded Clinton.
But Ikey deigned no other reply than his
customary formula. 1t was evident that
he meant mischief Clinton could not lie
there and see man murdered before his
eyes. He raved and stormed and inn
plored Ikey to relent, but in vain. Out
ish hospitality. Hesh goln' under" was
all that could be extracted from Mr. Mar
ston. 1t was exceedingly probable If he
carried out that threat that good deal
Of iron would be extracted from Hank Pc
ters in the shape Of old nails, keys, and
other choice fragments.
Peters was touched by Clinton's anxiety
on his behalf. II amt gon' to beg nuthin
from an old fool like that" he said scorn-
fully but did let on to die like a man,
an not be scattered round in bits, by this
yer dynermite cartridge"
At this insult to his beloved weapon,
| Ikey laid his finger on the trigger Sud
| denly, a white hand clutched the barrel
and threw 1t up there was "a roar as of an
| earthquake, and Ikey rolled on the floor
| kicking, gasping, but completely sobered
| by the shock.
Sal had noiselessly entered and grasped
| the situation-and the gun barrel-at the
critical moment Fortunately for her the
| recoil of keys primitive weapon had been
| directed against his own person; that por-
| ton of the human form which a cele-
| brated humorist has somewhat euphemis-
| tically designated "the lower chest"
| When the smoke cleared away 1t was
found that Mr.. Hank Peters had done
likewise The ceiling was riddled with
| jagged holes.
! Old Man Logan arrived on the scene
| with an air of placid annoyance. when
| you wants to blow the roof off," he OBJ
served severely, 'praps you'll make 1t
convenient to blaze away at your own,
/ Ikey. It's sorter keerless If there's any,
body upstairs. I'll have to pick most OF
that scrap iron out Of my bed. It's tedi-
| Gus. Don't you do It agin."
key rose to his knees, and looked crest
fallenly round Then his eyes fell on the
| ceiling. Thar amt another like her in
the hull of Canady," he said, affectionate-
| ly patting the brown barrel of his favor
| lite. II don't know which end of hers the
wust. That thar Hank Peters would ha'
| been spread all over the room by this time
| IL he'd stayed like a man"
maybe you'll git up and have some sup
per-" suggested Old Man, as If the matter
did not admit of further discussion.
key shook his head slowly made for the
door 81 don't allow for to have much
appetite this week." he said mournfully.
when she kicks she sorter knocks the
stuffin' outen one" and he melted away
into the moonlight.
Sal came to the couch to calm her ex-
citable patient. what would you like for
supper?" she asked, with shy happiness.
Clinton drew Sails face to his and shook
down her beautiful hair until 1t rippled
and flowed and famed around him. Old
Man discreetly looked the other way
Dearest, "he said, tenderly, 81 think I
could eat a wolf"
'Tn course" said Old Man, blowing his
nose violently; "in course, says you, you
could eat a wolf. I'll go an look for
one" and he went out leaving the lovers
together
1.-THE End