The Washington weekly post., 1899-10-17

| the hairs on yo1r own n@ad. unless q
been shooting of you drst / know ycu
for the blaekgusrd that your mother sor-
| rowed for"
Tt seems do me dat we're a llddle of
de level. you and /. I said, 'Dere is a
| dready I would like TO see You replied.
Very good: viii come wid you. viii
| dalk to Ailord Horsham: you viii your
dready sdeal.' It durn out ie oder way
round. ] dslk 20 Milford Horsham. you
/ sdeal de dready-my dready."
You've stole II from ne since It's
| you that's the thief; it's no gentleman
| you are"
Dim, what are you oiayingT
| I'm playing on the square; it's you
thats crooked. You come through that
| window"
Il gone drough dat Window
You tie me with your dirty cords"
! Il die you? We march"
as II denying il you are7''
| Il deny noding-nodlng ad ell. Only ]
/ beg you do understand Hat l see your
| liddIe game. You wish me to suppose 6e
| dready is lost; dat you may ask for its
| production a larger brice: not so? Very
| well, den, what is de figureT'
You talk to me like that, when it's in
/ your pocket all the timer
In my pocket? SO! Now, do get it in
4 my pocket; how much?'
/ Listen 70 me, my bonny boy. You
| came through the window: you tied me to
/ my chair; you monkeyed with your pop
gun; you took away my senses with the
| Nth you had OF all these things I'm not
now talking; we'll reach them later.
But before We come 10 them you'll hand
/ me back that treaty. Business first, and
after that we'll enjoy ourselves as. under
| the circumstances, two gentlemen should.
m always ready for a bit of fun"
fou don't sound as If you were drunk.
ana, somehow, YOU don't look as If YOU
were drunk But, If you're sober, den
you re a way beyond me. Again 1 ask
| you, Dim, what is it you are blaying?"
Il talk no more to you. You're in the
| rlght line from Judas. Hand me back
that treaty before l put bullet in you
I You can but a bullet in me If you like,
| but If you do you will be a fool for your
! pains Let me explain If. as you seem
TO infer, someone did come drough de
! window"
IF! By st. Peter and the Holy Keys,
ne stands there just saying If. -
What extraordinary accident can
| cause you DO subbose il was L"
! Extraordinary accident is what he
calls II! I'll tell you what it was; it was
my own two eyes. 1t was them was the
extraordinary accident"
| IF you'll let me know at what dime
you say de OCCURRENCE dook blaze"
''As il he didn't knowl The innocence
| Of him! The amazing face"
Il do nOt know. What 1t is you're blay-
| ing at l don't understand; but will give
you broof, more dan enough, dat l was
not out of my house do-night dill / game
in here just now"
I've all the proof 1 want-my own eye
| sight. Do you call my two eyes liars?
| Don't ] say l saw your"
''DrOugh glass of whisky-eh, Dim?"
| ''Hark to me, Mr.. Gustav Schneider, or
whatever it is you've not pluck enough to
! call your dirty old Dutch name. I'm not
| drunk, I'm sober; worse luck for you, I
not only saw you. heard you; felt you /;
! ! smelt you. And that you should stand
| there, pretending that it wasn't you mis-
| handled me, it's beyond believing, so it is,
entirely.
But that wasn't the worst ! might
have forgiven you If you hadn't rammed
| your filthy muck into my mouth to draw
my senses out! Bah! / taste it now; and
the stink of it! And then. when l was
like babe unborn for ignorance, to steal
from me that which-at the peril of my
good name, which is, as you know very
well. TO me a jewel, and of my liberty,
for which in the cause Of a friend I care
not that-I stole first of all for you, it
bangs Banagher-so it does It's bevond
black ingratitude by all the way from
here to nowhere-it is thatl
But I've done with you! I've finished,
Hand me back that treaty before 1 fill
you up with lead, and I'll return it to the
Saxon hound / had il from-the curse of
Cromwell on him! Do you hear me?
Hand it back, or, when I've counted three
I'll fire, and awayll fly the sowl of you.
One! I'm pointing at the very middle of
your heart. Two! The bullets marking
of the road it's going TO cut right through
you,"
The pleripotentiary from Panama would
doubtless have said "three"-apparently
the word was trembling on his lips-only,
in the exuberance of his own verbOsity he
had not allowed for the alertness of his
friend. Before the syllable was actually
uttered, the plenipotentiary from Caracas,
ducking, dashed across the room with the
swiftness OF some wild creature. Gripping
his colleague by the wrist, and jerking up
his arm before he had chance to fire, he
repeated his former inquiry:
What is it you're playing at?''
playing, am 1? Then, If you will have
a game. and it's for diversion you are, it's
that I'm playing at"
With his disengaged hand he struck at
his friend, who did his best to counter,
but without meeting with complete sue
cess. Don Martinez received the finish of
the blow upon his ear. 1t did not seem to
improve his temper.
You Irish pig! I'll have your life for
datr'
pig is it? Pig, am I? I'll show you
the kind of pig ! am! You German swine,
I'll tear the heart right out of your
The plenipotentiary from Panama took
his colleague by the throat, and his col
league gripped him round the waist for
all he was worth, each putting forth an
amount of energy which was hardly sug-
gestive of that perfect amity between the
representatives Of two great nations
which might have been desired by the low
ers of International concord.
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