The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1902-10-17
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"Baron," pulled he in a gruff voice,
where got we this fine III burgundy?
TITS a rare bottle, as I'm damned! Have
We no found it to your highness'
faster" turning to the young prince.
Indeed I have" said the latter.
There's none better in London, I'll be
sworn"
"'Tis but just come in the last
packet" replied the baron And Sir
Henry would hear but 1 should AXE
some Of it."
otis helped by the voyage, indeed
1T u.s." puffed h governor again.
Washington's silly trick with Rocham-
beau?"
"Mr. Merton could tell us much if
he would" answered Major Purdy. I
was in the act of lighting my clay pipe
when this startling answer froze me
as l sat with the taper in my hand;
and then I took a long breath as he
went on, Hes just come from New
port. Is it not so, sir?"
"Oh, aye!" cried the governor. "Tou
are the messenger that saw Sir Henry
last night, eh?"
THE French are safe and sound in
Newport" said I. And like to stay
there"
Let 'em be safe in hell, as soon as
they WILL" said the general, land all
the rest of the frog eating traitors"
"A health to the governor!!' cried
Major Sproat, getting heavily to his
feet. And damnation II confusion
to the rebels all! May the whole lot rot
in prison soon!" Down went more
wine, II whether t was the drink in
me or the thought of tomorrow night,
T y-n roao ~, ~ Ii,,, Pow Iic r,,rcn1
British toast. 1 moved my chair to
join some Of the younger men. and
found myself close to Atherton, who
was droning a song through his tipsy
lips.
Aye" said he, good! II is a prop
er sentiment. To hell with them all!
But I'll give We another. I'll bid we
drink to the brightest pair of eyes in
the town, that were but just now not a
hundred yards from Jul friend here"
Good! Good!' cried Princ Henry,
and they drank what I and all knew
to be a toast to Mistress Philipse.
"They say her cousin Pendleton's
case goes by hard roads," said a young
fellow in a big red coat, land that
she'll none Of him in spite of her
father" II
II would I had his chance" mumbled
Atherton. I'D win by fair or foul
means, and tina soon, too! For there's
no finer bit Of female flesh in the col
onies."
I cursed the drunken beast under my
breath, and held my chair to keep my
self from driving his words down his
throat. =
Hell win her yet" said Sprout.
''They tell me Sir Henry is none too
sure of the fathers loyalty, n some
of the family, so t is whispered, are
starving with the rebels at this mo-
ment." At this I pricked up my airs,
and the strange fleeing resemblance
she bore to Rob Curtis came to my
mind. -.F
II hear today, too," laughed a young
subaltern, that a reconnaissance was
foiled at the judges country house up
above Gowan's Ferry but q week ago.,
and some good fellows lost. IT Is ru-
mored the old man knew somewhat of
how t was DONE"
forehead. Had ] perhaps made her lot
the harder by my work? Curse these
scandal-mongers for fools! ~.
Tut! TUT" laughed Atherton, lean
ing forward and leering at he COM
pany. There's more behind that little
episode than Sir Henry knows"
what is 1t, NAM" .-led one or two
drawing towards him..
THE little girls will have their fling,
eh, your highness? And she is no saint,
they say, and a reconnaissance may
not always be to study the enemy"
The crew laughed out, n cried to
know the story.
NAY, boys, you should not hear it.
IT will take your thoughts from the
cause" said Atherton, leaning back
n looking over the company with a
~patronizing air. p
But they cried out for it, and, with
my breath coming quick and short, I
leaned forward too.
He slowly drank another glass and
looked about him. Then, lowering his
voice, he said: ~
1.-THE house is in neutral country, and
empty, and the lady has been on a lit
tie vista little visit, you understand
somewhere, and q well known coach
was found hard by broken down. I
saw it myself, for I was up there on
special, duty. And my little wench
could spend a day or two in peace and
quiet with her cavalier
"'T Is a foul lie!" T cried, striking
the table with my fist till the glasses
jumped about. inc rising, T stood over
him, scarce realizing what I had done.
For I knew him not well. IT was the
Jolly good fellow" Of Gowan's tavern!
They were all On their feet in an in
slant, excepting Atherton, who looked
at me with a cool smile on his face. d..
"And what pup are you my colonial
squire, that trot about telling gentle
men they lie?"
"Do not burden your dull brain to
learn who I am. IT is but a cowardIy
gentleman, as you call yourself, who
would blacken the fair name Of a
woman over his cups. Therefore I tell
ye, We lie! The girl is as pure as
snow!"
49,. Continued Next week.)