The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-18

ran out of the regiment said his friend.
He wants to fight you duel IN so over
as a second"
Il don't want to drag you into 1t,
Smith," said the other
Selfish heart Want all the fun your
self, do you? Come along"
At the Aston House the clerk sent up
their cards, remarking that they were the
first non-alcohOlie consignment of the day
to that particular room. Presently the
boy returned with the cards. grinning.
to say that the room was dark and he
thought oil the gentlemen were asleep.
''All right; we'll wake EN- up" said
Scudder, and he and Smith went to the
room.
1t was pitch dark when Scudder opened
the door, and a rhythmical blend of voices
suggested profound slumber on the part
of several persons. The voices seemed
to come mainly from the floor.
Looks like an ambush" remarked
Smith.
Sounds like a bombardment," said his
principal Gimme a match"
AS the gas fiared up It showed a fair
imitation of a battle scene-after the bat
tie In the chairs and on the table were
assorted weapons. On the floor were three
soldiers In uniform. On the bed was a
fourth In the draught OF their com
bined breathing the light hckered and the
floor thrilled
Horrors of war" said scudder Guess
the article on the bed is Skies. Here, wake
up!
Learning over he rubbed severely the rp-
per ear of the somnolent nero but with
out effect. Smith brought over a pitcher
of water and poured IL over the eleeper's
head, whereat he began slowly, and with
frequent relapses, TO wake up. As soon
as he had taken one beary look around
he turned his eyes upon the visitors.
How are your he said, heavily.
"Havva drink?'
My name is scudder" said the cores
pendent by way of explaining his call,
but the warrior was impenetrable to ex-
plantations.
"scudder, oil man." he said: Don't
happen & have a boil o whiskey up your
sleeve, do your"
You invited me over here to fight"
said scudder, wildly; mot to drink"
'Fight?' said Skies. winkhng his
brows. "Cer'nly. Drink first; fight after
ward. I'm greatest fighter yet ever Any
man says not's liar" He swept his eye
over the PROSTATE forms on the floor
KILLED these 'smornin." he explained.
Il just came over to tell you" said
Scudder, that you'-
do tell me anything" interrupted the
warrior. 'unles you can back it with
whiskey. Beware terrible fatel Beware
terrible fate?'
Again he pointed to the men on the
floor, then rolling gently over, fell instant
ly fast asleep. This time 1t was Smith that
reused him.
you sent my friend scudder a chal-
lenge,' he said, very slowly and distinct
| ly. "A challenge. Underst and THAR
"Cer'nly. Cut his heart out. Shoot holes
in him ha,sechailas1se about2"
He wrote an article rejecting on your
courage"
Don't say mother word. Remember all
about it now. Will have blood But will
have whiskey first. Where's whiskey?'
Damn you and your whiskey, you
drunken idiotr cried Scudder, losing his
temper. 81 came over here 10 warn you
that If | hear any more of this foolish
ness from you I'll kick you up Broadway
from the Battery to Central Park"
Dawning intelligence appeared in the
eyes Of Skies. He numbered off the bed,
and with his feet stirred up the three
sleepers on the floor one after another,
but elected nothing more encouraging than
grunts. Then he walked 70 the table and
reached for revolver, but Smith was
too agile for him
mo you don't" said that gentleman.
you might hurt somebody
I've been insulted," said Skies, begin
ming to weep. "Insulted in my own house.
Mong my own friends. Sweet, sleepin'
friends. Couldn't wake EN- up with
cannon. Where's man that insulted me?''
With sudden spring he leaped at Scud
der's throat, but Scudder jumped aside,
caught him by the shoulders, turned him
around and kicked him soundly across
the room and onto the bed.
Skies sat upon the bed and sobbed tenn
pestuously. Scudder and his second sat
down in disgust and waited Little by 1T
tie the sobs died away into snifiles and the
sniffies into gurgles. The head dropped,
the body rolled over and stretched out,
and the long nasal croak again rising in
the air told that Skies had returned TO
that realm where every man is hero 10
himself.
"Wel. this is a wasted hour" said the
correspondent. Nothing more 20 be done
here. Let's go down and get a drink"
'And leave them this way?" said Smith.
you haven't the true artist soul"
Stripping the two pillow cases from the
bed pillows, he affixed them firmly over
the heads Of two OF the sleepers on the
floor. The third he carefully wrapped up
in the blanket, and from the sheet he con-
cocted an Ingenious and moustrous night
cap for Skies. Then producing some pa
per, he swiftly sketched four drawings
of skull and crossbones, which he pinned
on the breasts of the warriors.
"Give EN- a pleasant surprise" he OBJ
served, when they wake up. ! left our
addresses on Skies so that he'll know
where to find us
But Skies has not bothered either of
them since. Possibly some CLEAN of
memory of the evenings performance
came back 10 him on the following morn
ing. Possibly he seeks other victims for
his blood-thirst He has been making
deadly threats, It is said, against various
other correspondents and writer's, and in
particular against a well known young
magazine writer. When a Sun reporter
called at the magazine writer's house last
night nothing had been heard of Skies
there. The tenant doesn't expect to bar
ricade until further developments, any
way.
Krag-Jorgensen Bullets Puzzle the
Indians.