The record-union., 1898-12-16
ALKALI IKE AND HIS PARD.
Mistaken Impressions in Regard to
Rough Riders.

few afternoons ago a man from this
city drove down to Bergen Point He
stopped at a wayside hotel to rest in the
breezes Of the bay. On the piazza there
were two sun-browned men in the we'll
known cavalry uniform. Of course they
were Rough Riders. The man from
the city asked them to join him in what
is done the world over when there is a
meeting of one kind of men, and they
accepted with the grace of long prac-
tice.
The two adventurers fell to telling
stories, while the man from the city
continued to supply from time to time
his part Of the entertainment. One Of
the riders was a tall, lean, muscular
man, with a six weeks growth of beard
and the ends of his black hair begin
ming to curl over the top of his coat
collar. He swore volubly, used pic
turesque and unusual slang and spat
tobacco juice frequently in the direction
of the statue Of Liberty. The man
from the city recognized him at once
as Alkal Ike or one of his pards. The
second rider was a wiry little man who
had very little to say about anything.
The man from the city found his new
acquaintance so interesting that the
sun had disappeared before he was
ready to return. Just as he was ready
to drive away a man came out of the
hotel and lighted a lamp that stood on
a post near the road. AS soon as it was
seen by the picturesque individual with
the long hair and the swagger he pulled
out his revolver and emptied it at the
lamp with an orthodox cowboy yell, The
man from the city was surprised to see
that the lamp withstood the lombard
ment unscathed.
The little mans fingers began to
twitch when his companion began
shooting. He presently borrowed the
gun, showed home two cartridges, and
Strengthened his wrist twice. The first
shot went through the glass globe three
| inches above the flame and the second
cut the top of the wick
Hum said the man from the city.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
I'm Texas answered the quiet little
man.
md you? Where do you live?" was
asked of the big one.
ME? Oh, I'm from Dutchess County"
And he spat once more at the statue
of Liberty.
The other day a sportsman went up
into the country to do some early fall
shooting. At noon he stopped for
luncheon at a little tavern, and was
soon the subject of interested rural
observations. One Of the party a lit
tie more determined in the pursuit Of
knowledge than the others, finally inter
rogated him.
"What We doin' here?'' he asked.
Hunting" returned the sportsman.
"Huntin? Huntin' what?"
cartridges" returned the hunter.
"Partridges? Huh! That must seem
purity small game, don't it?''
WELL admitted the other, RI have
shot bigger game"
This was received as a pleasantly,
and was acknowledged with chuckles.
"Gol durn it! How does it feel tkill a
man, anyhow" continued the spokes-
man.
Don't know, I'm sure"
you don't say. Aw, see, yeh don't
think them dagos is men-haw! haw.
Say. when yeh goin' back West?"
West? I'm not going west
"Aw, yeh enlisted from the East, did
yeh?"
Look here" said the hunter, a ray
Of light finally breaking upon him,
what do you take me for. anyhow"
why, yer one o. them Rough Riders,
be'ant yeh?''
1t will be long time before the gray
slouch hat. the canvas clothes, and the
leggings of the Rough Riders Will be
associated with ANYTHING but an inyad-
ing army.-New York Sun