The evening times., 1899-06-03

hurting him much, but damaging the door
| good deal. Pennack was flung after Male
| through the window. Then the others
| rushed all at once. and Bunt. Trewhelia,
Williams, PenhalI the Quarter Bioke, and
PoIglaze himself were all in one great heap
on the foor, fighting. struggling. punching,
kicking, almost biting. Then Polglaze
shook himself free. Bunt lay still on the
ground, stunned. having hit his had
against something or something having hit
his head Trewhella, Williams, and Pen
ball gathered themselves together in a
| semi-circle ready for another rush. Pol
glaze got his back to the counter ready
for them. The canteen sergeant slowly
| rose up from behind the counter with the
pot which Polglaze had flung at him in his
hand. He raised it up to strike at the
back OF the madman's head: but the latter
heard the buttons Of the serge catch
against the counter and, turning quickly.
caught the canteen sergeant we'll on the
point of the jaw and sent him down as
sharp as rockies piled arrs. Then Trew-
hells, Williams. and Penhall sprang at him.
and they all four rolled around on the
floor locxed in each others arms. They
fell apart again. breathing hard and get
ting up their strength for another strug-
gle. The crash came once more. Pol
glaze. getting his great arms around the
thIee OF tnein, ncnS them clean out or the
window onto the gravel below.
Then he turned his attention to the
canteen sergeant. who lay like a log. He
dragged the senseless body from behind
the bar. and said to it: Fed smash T.
back of my head in with pot, would zee?
I'm a-goin' t smash your face in with n
He deliberately fetched the pot from
the floor of the bar. where it had fallen,
lifted the body on the billiard table. drew
up chair, and sat down, lingering the
pewter pot lovingly. Then he heard the
| noise at the door behind him. without
turning round be said: Go home; I'll
smash t skull of any man I come in
here
Suddenly he felt the pot jerked v:o-
lently out of his hands. He turned round
and looked up. II was Kitty. the canteen
sergeant's daughter. a girl about as un-
dersized as Po!glaze was diversified. She
was little fair thing. with sharp nose
and chin and with thin lips.
Go home. ded zee say. Sergeant Pol
glaze? said she. Ee ought t be 'shamed
Of 'eeself to spake or look at me, after
| what 'ee've done. Pick up my vaither.'
"Polglaze stared at her in a dazed way
and did not move. She stamped her foot
Pick up my vaither.
''Polglaze took the man tenderly in his
arms.
Garry n t quarters
''Polglaze carried him.
Put n abed.
'POlglaze put him on the bed.
Cav an fetch the DOCTOR
"Polglaze fetched the doctor.
Now. Sergeant Polglaze, Just gaw Z
quarters an gaw L bed 'eeself, an dun't
zee dare t get out'n ct tell tomorrow's s
rouse. Eff vaither do die, I'll have zee
| hanged. II do live. I'll give zee such a
dressin' down tn my tongue, L cell be
sorry zee wasn't hanged
Die? OF course not. Canteen sergeant
was a Truro man. and down to Truro
they've heads as hard as the quartz.
But when / was up to London ! got
to Waterloo Station little after o'clock.
| went down the steps into big tunnel.
and hearing a noise up toward the CELL
ing. looked up. and there was Polglaze.
He was wearing light grey uniform with
red facngs and little grey forage cap,
something between a cavairyman's and
pork pie.
Whatever clothes have zee got on"
asked 1.
Regmental uniform said Polglaze.
What regiment
Hundred an thirtieth Midilesex. I'm
drill to Saturday afternooners. an I've ju
come from seein' n do class
Have 'ee fallen so low? Lift me UP
an let me whisper in ZEE ear. I'm doin' the
same But how are zee. them
" Brave. thank zee. Here's my vile. He
DO know She
Il looked down. and, hanging on his arm,
was the oantesr sergeant's girl
How be 'ee9' said she. 'Tes Sergeant
Hardin now. esn't et?'
-. 'Iss. sure. Mrs. Polgiaze.' said /. Bat
dedn't know zee were married
Us just fell in love thicey night
threw ZEE vaither out o door. an tried [
kill mine til pewter pot. \ was so big an
strong | couldn't help lovin' n
An her braved me when no man
would an / couldn't help lovin' her. Her
always comes [ meet me from shootin'.
just t keep me In order an out o mis-
chief.
"a wants a power of a lot Of keepin' in
order
Her eyes and his both locked love. But
her thin lips got thinner and her sharp
nose got sharper. They are devoted TO
each other. But l do think fvestone
gets the better of twenty-five. st.
James Gazette.