The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1903-01-14
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/ wATERLOo-oUR FIGHT, HIS
"1HE sports were over, and there
Il remained still an hour to be
kSTSSTSA filled I'm before dinner. 1t
& was an hour full of danger
to Craig's hopes OF victory, for the men
were wild with excitement and ready
for the most reckless means of "sling-
ing their dust" l could not but ad.
mire the skill with which Mr.. Craig
caught their attention.
Gentlemen" lie called out, we've
forgotten the judge of the great race.
Three cheers for Mr.. ConnorT'
Two Of the shanty men picked me
up and hoisted me on to their shoulders
while the cheers were given.
Announce the Punch and Judy"
he entreated ME In n low voice.
l did SO in a little speech and was
forthwith borne aloft through the street
to the booth, followed by the whole
crowd, cheering like mad.
The excitement Of the crowd caught
me, and for an hour / %squeaked and
worked the wires of the immortal and
unhappy family In n n hitherto
unapproached, by me at least. 1 was
glad enough when Graeme came to tell
me to send the men in to dinner. This
Mr.. Punch did In the most gracious
manner. and again with cheers for Mr..
Punch's master they trooped tumultu-
ously into the tent.
We had only begun when Baptiste
zane I'm quietly, but hurriedly, and
whispered to me-:
"M'sieu Craig, he's gone to Slavin's
and would lax you and M'sieu Graeme
would follow queek. Sandy, he's take
one lee drink up at de stable, and he's
| so mad lax IN diable."
I sent him for Graeme, who was pre-
siding at dinner, and set Off for Slavin's
at a run. There 1 found Mr.. Craig and
Nelson holding Sandy, more than half
drunk, back from Slavin, who, stripped
to the shirt, was coolly waiting with a
haunting smile.
LET M go, Mr.. Craig" Sandy was
saying. II am q good Presbyterian. He
Is n papist thief, and he has my money,
and I will have 1t out Of the soul Of
him."
LET him go, preacher" sneered Sla-
win. "I'l cool him OF for you. But
you'd better hold him If you want his
mug left on to him."
Let him go" Keefe was shouting.
Glands OFF, Blaney was echoing.
I pushed my way in. whats up2" I
cried.
"Mr. Connor," said Sandy solemniy,
ut Is n gentleman you are, though your
name is against you, and 1 am a good
Presbyterian, and 1 can give you the
commandments and reasons annexed
to them, but yon's a thief, n papist
thief, and I am justified in getting my
money out Of his SOUL"
But" I demonstrated, "you won't
get 1t in this way"
"He has my money" reiterated San
dy.
"He is a blank liar, and he's afraid
to take It up" said Slayin In q low, cool
tone. q,
With q roar Sandy broke away and
rushed at him, but without moving
from his tracks Slavin met him with
a straight left handler and laid him fiat.
"Hooray!" yelled Blaney. ireland
%foreverr' and, selling the iron poker,
swung 1t around his head, crying,
"Back, or, by holy Moses, I'll kill the
first man that interferes wild the
gamer
"Give it to himp' Keefe said saw
agely.
Sandy rose slowly, gazing round stu
pidl..
"He don't know what hit him."
laughed Keefe.
This reused the highlander, and, say
ing, "Ill settle o afterward, Mr..
Keefe," he rushed in again at Slav1n.
Again Slavin met him with his left,
staggered him and before he fell took
q step forward and delivered n terrific
right hand blow OF his jaw. Poor San
dy went down in a heap amid the yells
Of Blaney, Keefe and some others Of
the gang.
/ was In despair when in came Bap.
tfste and Graeme.
One look at Sandy, and Baptste tore
off his coat and cap, slammed them on
the floor, danced on them and with q
long drawn '~Sap-r-rr-rie!" rushed at
SlaYin.
But Greene caught him by the back
Of the neck, saying, "Hold on, little
man." and, turning to Slavin, pointed
to Sandy. who was reviving under
Nelson's care, and said, whats this
fort"
"Ask him." said slavin in~solently.
"Be knows"
What Is 1t, Nelson?"
NeBon explained that Sandy, after
drinking some at the stable and q glass
at the Black Rock hotel, had come
down here with Keefe and the others,
had lost his money and was accusing
Slayin of robbing him.
ibid you furnish him with liquor9'
said Graeme sternly.
ut is one Of your business" re.
piled Slavin, with an oath.
II shall make it my business. 1t Is
not the first time my men have lost
money In this saloon"
"You Her said Slavin, with deliber-
ate emphasis.
"Slavin," said Graeme quietly, at is
a pity you said that, because, unless
you apologize I'm one minute, I shall
make you sorry"
"Apologlze?" roared siavin. "Apolo-
gize to your" calling him a vile name.
Graeme grew white and said, even
more slowly:
Now you'll have to take ii. No apol.
ogy will do"
He slowly stripped Off coat and vest.
Mr.. Craig interposed. begging
Graeme to let the matter pass.
SfSuraIv ft fa NOT worth itO