The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-06-05


water front. No boat was to be allowed to
come or go with merchandise The COVER
nor left the town for Salem, with all the
officers Bells telled in all the churches,
there were mourning embenls on whig
houses, and gentlemen appeared In black upon
the streets. Ship building ceased, sailors,
and docknaen were thrown out of
work Trade of all kinds was affected the
the tailor, the baker, the market
man, all felt the blow at their prosperity.
Yet at the Ellery yard there was activity:
and the manager, as he went about his work,
knew that the thanks of his men silently fol-
lowed him. .-.s'
For almost immediately suffering began in
the town, from lack CT money to buy food.
1t was small consolation to self respecting
man that he could live on the contributions
which came in from other towns IN the prov
ince. To go daily to the donation commit
teee for dole Of food and fuel, to idle in the
streets, was evaporation to men who had
always been self-supporting. There was no
present hope of change; the town, in a
crowded meeting, refused to pay for the tea,
and until the payment was made the acts
were to continue in force.
Almost daily throughout June and July
there were new companies OF troops debark-
ing or artillery rumbling through the streets
to the common Gentlemen and ladies went
every day to view, the parade; on the street
the gay coats Of the officers became a. familiar
sight. Yet the whig leaders-Adams, Warren,
Hancock and the rest-wsnt openly about
seditious business defying arrest, and the
governor did not dare to sieze them. =
Dickie marvelled. Arthony's sneers, the
contempt CT the tories for the loft securing Of
the earth,'' could not blind the lads eyes to
the courage Of the wings. And I wish yen
fellows would be more temperate be burst
out one day, as he escaped from the company
Of his friends new thing, a strange de-
parture for nckie. He was trying to think
for himself. n
The mood continued, tor in the streets he
met his manager, tall, silent and observant
Here was Dickies chance to know him bet
ter, and his little feeling Of rebellion against
his friends intolerance prompted a strange
proposal. Where are you going?" he asked.
.'To lunch at the coffee house? May not 60,
too?"
He saw the other flush beneath his tan, and
under hesitation detected pleasure. The man
ager agreed, and the two went to the coffee
house together 1t was an unusual meal to
Dickle. He was with whig, with his uncle's
servant, yet with a. man of character, one
stronger than himself. Dickie's interest in
the manager grew. ... :.
They had been eating alone; the meal was
all finished but the cheese. Then, with great
clatter, half-dozen officers came into the
room Arriving too late to use the table by
the window, which Dickie and the manager
already held, the group stood irresolute, de-,
batting where to sit. 1--WE are nearly An
ished,'" whispered Diekie. "shall we not give
up the table and go?''
by no means" said the other, calmly.
The officers took the table near their own.
Dickie was glad that he had not gone. Every
item Of their equipments pleased hiua-their
swords, their buttons, belts, collars. He for
ont iar, TIo
manager calling for a clay pipe, filled it
and smoked The officers talked, while wait
ing for their food. Diekie heard every word.
There were two that interested Dickie most.
One was a naughty man, whose stern eye,
clean-eut nose, long upper lip and jaw spoke
aristocracy; his manner ease. Dickie saw
him In profile. The other was in fuli-face,
shorter, brighter, gentler far of feature.
quicker Of speech. Between these two were
divided the grace and grandeur Of the soldier.
One Of the officers spoke to the shorter one,
laughing. 'Egad, George he said, you are
the only one~of all the regiment that likes
this Boston ; r
''Well,' said the other, brightly, II have
cause. First, as you knew, Jack, because
like everything, even you" y
Heart they cried. IL,
@tAnd second, because Boston presided in
the stars at my birth, to influence my fate.
even have a liking for these Boston wings. -
They all protested loudly, but the captain s
smile was cheerfully defiant
'''Tls true he said, jauntily. He showed
his white teeth; Dickie loved him, FOR his
face My best friend was Boston Wing
though he is dead"
Explain said one.
The other looked at him surprised. ''Yor
know the story Of my Alice he said, as Il
that were explanation enough
1t was. His questioner lifted his glass
''To Mistress Alee!'' and they drank.
'FBut your worst enemy, George was tn.
next question. rs he yet defined, OF is he
mayhap, also dead?
Thank God he is!'' and his tone was ear
nest. He and T could not dive together OF
this earth
And was he whig?'
'sHe wore the kings livery, but neve
saw him"
Never saw him.
my whig friend killed him. Boys, 70,
know the story
They seemed to know at the explanation
| sfBut his manner" asked one.
ASK sotheran,,''
! The naughty captain had sat unsmiiing
| Now he spoke, and together the others turnet
| to him.
81 know the name, the captain said Tn
Voice was strong and even. "But If 70,
plSaSes Will ACL tSi1 Ii pIChic tecOSulAS
| this az warning not to ask. There was
moments awkward pause before fresh tepi
was introduced, and Dtckie, always curious
1onged to know more Of the forbidden subject
ITO be Continued To-nnrrow.J
|
A mans wife should always be thu
same, especially to her husband, but
she is weak and nervous. and uses Car
i ter'S Iron Pills, she cannot be- TOR the,
make her sfeel like a different person.