The Savannah morning news., 1904-01-24

Fat, you liar, aren't you ashamed
to deceive a credulous old woman like
that? Where do you expect to go to
when you die, anyhow" cheerfully in
CURED one of his companions, as they
set out again. You don't know any
Joe Davis, and you got that pocket
book at Manassas"
"Shure an who knows that better'n
meself," returned the imperturbable
Pat, but she'll niver know it, barrin'
the tellin' by Joe himself. an she'll be
ready to forgive the divil. not to men
ton Pat Doolan, an that comes to
pass. An for the mater o. that, it's
no such great hardship to forgive lit
tie crime like the givin' of a few dol
lars, now you COON to think Of 1t;
which same, by the way, will do her
soight more good than it will the
man who puts a bullet through meself
in the foight, begorra! An if so be
woman's happier for bein' lied to than
not bein' lied to-as for the matther
of that most o. thin are-what self
respectin man that amt a miser at
the heart of him I'D begrudge her the
tellin' av one?"
In the old Railroad Gap, just beyond
the Bull Run Range, Doolan and one
of his commanding officers found them
selves fighting side by side in the
sharp skirmish that took place there.
The contending forces were hardly
twenty yards apart. Longstreet did
not dare to bring his artillery into
play for fear of injuring friends; jack
son could not reach them because Of
the dish in the hill, and meanwhile the
bluecoats were firing over the heads of
their own troops, dropping and explod-
ing shells with deadly effect in the
Confederate ranks.
This domd things gettin' personal"
remarked Doolan calmly, as two COM
rades dropped dead at his feet. Seven
times had the American flag and its
bearer gone down. The Confederate
three hands, and had its staff shot
away above the handhold, but SELLING
it in the middle its plucky bearer con-
tinued, to wave it, when Look at that
Yank on a white horse!" somebody
cried.
There across the field at a gallop
came a brave bluecoat. guerdon in
hand. cheering and rallying the way
ering Federals. Such prominent
mark, of course, drew fire from all
sides, but the rallying hero never wav-
cred. Doolan's commanding officer
borrowed a rifle. stepped to the fence,
rested it on the top rail, and took de-
liberate aim at the horseman. AS the
smoke cleared away, the rider was
seen to throw up his arms and fall
heavily backward. But his mission
was accomplished, for his troops had
returned to the charge. The officer
shuddered and buried his face in his
hands, for the moment completely un-
nerved. Doolan, loading and firing
with cheerful rapidity, took in the sit
uation at a glance.
"Them's my boots Sur" he sung out
genially. II kilt him meself. Yere a
foine shot most tonnes, but this time
shure an we warrent up to Pat Doc
LAM All, but this is an Elegant scrim-
mage, a man can get full outfit, be-
gorra! an niver a bill to pay!"
1t was shortly after this that there
began to be evidences of a too lavish
supply of the cheering potion in camp,
which the most rigid inquiry and strin-
gent punishment failed to abate. Ger
tain it was, the liquor did not come
from Richmond, as none of the Offend
ers had been in or near the place, and
besides the liquor could not pass the
pickets stationed around the town. The
Irish, with their horror of informers,
kept their secret well.
1t was an officer of Doolans own
regiment who finally caught him in
the act Idly watching the man as
he went to the spring with canteens,
OStenSlDiY 10 Hi THEM WIFI WdlSls ule
curiosity was aroused by seeing him
glance furtively about and then
crouching, strike off into the bushes
| 1t was dusk, and the officer followed
| at a safe distance, concealing himself
behind a tree as Doolan marched uI
to the picket line and was challenged
"Fr'ind" was Doolan's succinct re-
ply.
advance, friend, and give the coun-
kersign."
Advancing to the bayonet's point
Doolan said in low tone, but audible
to the listening officer just behind
'.Phisky. An the full av a canten to
We whin I COON back"
The self-instituted detective follow
ed. repeated Doolan's words, and
fioundering knee deep in the swamp
in his wake. reached the Northern
pickets as last, where whisky" was
again the password. Fortunately the
officer had left his sword in camp and
his revolver was easily concealed
among the rags and dirt OF his uni
form, faded and worn past all recog-
milton of rank Meeting Doolan face
10 face in the doorway OF the big tent
lust beyond, he whispered to him, For
your life, don't recognize mel
An l won't, thin; thrust Doolan fur
that" And then, turning to the pro-
prietor of the tent, Coon now, be
afther film them canteens in jiffy
am don't We go to watherin' that
whisky, we chatin ould thafe av
murtherin' suffer-"
The individual whom Doolan ad-
dressed was lank. sandy-halred pa
triot who. with a view to serve his
country hut himself the more had fol-
lowed McClellan's army in the capac-
i4v IF a s,itler His enterpriSing mind
conceived the idea of extending his
sales to both armies. Bribing the
Yankee pickets, he got them to allow
unarmed Confederates to enter the
lines and barter tobacco for whisky,
and he then disposed of the tobacco at
a large profit. In the enjoyment OF
this monopoly, with profits at both
ends of the trade. business indeed
n,oved lucrative, as a Fifth avenue
mansion and horde of United States
bonds afterward attested. Gen. Long
street used laughingly to repeat Doc
lan's story of what happened.
what can 1 do fer you. sir" said
the sutler, leaning over his counter. a
plank across two barrels of whisky
as he addressed the officer.
"As much as that'll buy" returned
the other, laying down a plug of to-
baaco.
"'Pears you be strange in these
parts" said the Northerner, eying him
keenly. IT charge two plugs for 9
canteen full. but SEEM yer a stranger
I'll give better than half a one fer this
sake of better acquaintance"
"Shure, an av that's the way ye
trate strangers" interposed Doolan
"domd av amt the sthrangest
stranger we've seen this mony dayv