The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-06-11
Chapter III.
REDCOATS AND TORIES.

REDCOATS AND TORIES.
Time did not draw the two brothers to-
gether, for Dickie continued to 60 his way.
He believed in his uncle; he agreed with the
Tories; he no harm in gaming. Frank
did not know everything: the wings were
tirely wrong and Captain Sotherans was a
man to be admired. Thus he said daily to
himself. -
He was fond of Frank in spite of himself
He had admired him as manager; he could
see that he was fine fellow. The deception
aside, Frank a brother to be proud OF,
though Dickie would not show his feeling
to the world.
Dickie was not at home with himself; he
tried to forget himself, and went more and
more into the lively company whose object
was pleasure. But a sulkiness pursued him,
descending upon him whenever he remem
bered himself At such times, Dicke was
not happy at all.
Such time came one day toward the end
Of October, when he sat with his chosen
friends in the large room of the tavern.
There met the association, SO called with
many other longer names, of officers ana
tories, for the SIMPLE purpose of amusing
themselves at cards and dice and the more
serious pursuit of winning each others
money.
Captain sotheran was it's organizer. presi
dent and leading spirit. He held, and meant
to maintain, position in the town: as the
most experienced officer in the science of fask
living. Thoroughly versed in all the ways
of London, he set the fashion and drew
around him the youngest of each regiment
with those of the provncials who yearned for
instruction. The club already had a reputa-
ton in the town. and Sotheran as its leader
was adding luster to laurels gained in Lon
DON 1t was he who had invited Dickie to the
meetings.
That day, as on other days, Dickie won
constantly at cards or dice, yet he could not
smile. Just now, when Dr.. Church had
paused to look in at the door,, and the tories
had challenged him to dice their champion,
Dickie had won ten guineas in two throws
and the doctor had left an I. o. U. with
sotheran but the money lay cold in the lads
pocket, and he could not rejoice with the
tories at the defeat Of wing.
''And the doctor is deep in debt, they say
cried Anthony in exultation. His country
house is heavily mortgaged."s
Nonsense" grumbled Dickie.
"Tis true asserted Anthony. my father
says so. Remember how -extravagantly he
lives and how much he games. Did you see
how his face changed when he lost? Even ten
guineas is of weight with him
Poor devil, them nuttered Dicke. He
could not agree with his friends that morn
p" ing. The smoke of pipes was offensive to
his nostrils, the loud laughter disagreeable
to his And the man whom the. officers
were now quizzng-he who had announced
himself as New York tory bringing work.
men to the town to build the barracks-dis-
pleased Dickie by his noisy words.
mot a shilling of profit, upon my word,''
the fellow was saying His broad, red face,
with boldly staring eyes, coarse hair in a
careless queue, great, bare hands that held
a broken riding whip, spashed boots, frayed
- hat and faded green coat, all we're disagree
able to Dickie. And as I wrote to the gen.
,eral, if the policing of the town is put in
my hands, Boston will soon be as quiet and
orderly as London" ..
"A grand sirnile!'' cried Tudor, laughing.
..Our London mobs would put Boston crowd
to shame. mot manned man, nor one" beat
en- to death have l heard of since I came.
Nay, not a pane of glass;, If to change Bos-
ton to London be your object, friend, twill
not appeal much to the general --.. >
Excellent wine said the New Yorker, I'M
abashed. II will fill again by your leave.
Gentlemen, remember that the finishing of
the barracks is my doing. :"
And still they stand. commented Soth-
eran, mere frames. ,"-
tsNor is half the good begun that mean
to do for the town of Boston. To repress
the wings, root out vice, take some of the
spirit out of the lower people, as I assure
YOU we know how to do it In New York-in
short"
ITO tame the devil put in Tudor.
even that Yes, gentlemen, I am the man
for all tneSe. ana IL ul6 King army mere
in Boston does not bless my coming
Dickie rose. The noise and smoke, the hi
larity in which he could not join, disguised
him. But the New Yorker saw him and
called his name
Hey! ills young Elery, upon my word
Dickie paused, regarding him with suriy
eyes GLOW do you know Ine?" he asked
The tory winked at - officers. my name
is Brush-Crean Brush. I know you we'll.
Do you not remember me? I ann the one
that first reported the drowning Of your
brother
Diokie smiled sourly. you saw him drown.
if remember r. =. E<e:.tc
Truly did /, and could not prevent"
Hot cried Anthony. q
Uncle paid a reward % asked Dickie.
!. The officers burst out laughing. "Egad''
cried Tudor, :" twas easily earned. Can you
restore it?'' s Il
.'What mean you, gentlemen ?'' asked Brush
my brother is not dead. ;" said Dickie
Tho tory's face was a study, and the COM
pany began to laugh afresh But he recov-
cred himself and bowed My dear sir, am
]. heartily sorry for you.'''', Then the laugh