The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1903-09-10
CHAPTER XIII.
CONTINUED.

II am talrty-seVen years OLD, anu
have not yet permitted any man to
play master over me. I shall hardly
begin now."
Then he twirled a glass carelessly
and added:
General Jackson, like any other
plebeian who has risen triHe above
his present associates, fancies himself
Cesar. 1t would be good for him
to have his nose pulled.
''I should not care to do that piece
Of pulling" said Faval, dryly; "the
nose OF Andrew Jackson has the pluck
of hero behind it."
Mr.. Vernon laughed; that leonine,
growing chuckle of his came forth
with suddenness and force that fair
ly Jared the table. He seemed to be
rejecting upon something that
amused him greatly. Presently he
said:
"He dismissed MS, FavaI, as if he'@
been district school-teacher and wc
his rather stupid pupils!"
"'If Colonel Loring desires to
fight for New Orleans, said Faval,
mocking General Jackson's manner,
'Iet him report to me at once with q
gum"
"When I report to General Jackson
he'll be very much surprised man."
Loring drawled, with that emphatic
slowness which sometimes means
great deal. "My report will make his
head swim"
ooh, come now, "said Farel. "Don't
60 too far with your resentment.
Doubtless we shall have to fight un-
der the tyrant. We can't turn our
backs"
At this moment gaunt, rough
looking, stern-faced man strobe into
the restaurant, his boots sounding
heavily on the floor.
"There's General Jackson now!"
said Mr.. Vernon, and the others
turned to see.
The deep-set eyes of the comman-
der fixed themselves quickly on Faval,
snd there flashed out of them per-
ceptible glow of displeasure, as if
some sudden vexation had como at
sight of him.
The three arose from the table.
Mr.. Vernon made step forward and
saluted.
With curt but comprehensive bow
General Jackson acknwledged the at
tention of the group. His eyes, how
ever, did not turn from Faval, though
the displeasure vanished from them
evidently by the force Of will.
Colonel Loring stood with folded
arms while he gazed steadily into
General Jackson's eyes.
Mr.. Vernon extended his hand and
the commander shook it perfuncto-
rily.
''May I introduce Colonel Loring,
OF whom we were speaking this morn
iug?" Mr.. Vernon went on in a cor.
dial tone.
"Humphw grunted Jackson. GLOW
do you do, sir?"
The manner and the words were
more careless and indiffer ent than in
any sense malicious or purposely con.
temptuous; but, to say the least. the
ring of downright impoliteness was
urmistakable. 1t was plain enough
that Colonel Loring's presence had
not affected the commander a whit
more pleasantly than had the sugges-
tions in his behalf by Faval and Mr..
Vernon.
Faval made step half around the
corner Of the table, rs he saw some
movement on the part OF Loring.
"I am quite sure, General Jack
son." Mr.. Vernon was going On to
say. "that you and Colonel Loring
will find it pleasant TO-"
The thought in his mind vanished
on the instant, and he stopped midway
of the sentence; but it was too late
20 interpose himself, although he
tried with great promptness and de-
cision.
What followed was, perhaps, the
most astounding incident in all the
turbulent and checkered career OF
Andrew Jackson.
Loring made quick step forward,
reached forth his right hand and,
grasping the commanders nose be-
tween his thumb and fore finger,
tweaked it and wrung it savagely.
"Take that!" he sneered, and then
slapped the astonished mans check.
"I'll report to yon with gun when l
see fit, you conceited ruffiau."
While he was speaking, Loring had
passed briskly along, and in less than
i've seconds he was ont Of the room.
Indeed, General Jackson, quick and
decided as he always was in an emer-
gency, had not recovered from his
Consideration before his assailaat was
quite gone. Faval, who had way.
as most unscrupUlous politicians
have, OF making fair weather for him
SELF Just at the most critical moment,
came to the commanders defense, or
rather to his aid, with pistol which
no snatched forth and fred toward
Tor;no a 1;ff1o Ton late In hit him. the