The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-10-09

quite a joke to let the bosn and cap
tain stand our anchor watch. Feeling
| thus, we decided to go on to Trieste
and take in some of the sights.
Arm in arm, chained across the road,
We five made our way into the city,
sampling the various vintages of the
wine gardens that we happened to
pass. At one of these places we got
separated somehow, and Juan and L
found ourselves alone. Finally we two
/ brought UP before a brilliantly illum-
| mated resort in a small by street, and,
feeling tired, we entered. The place
was large cafe, and numbers of men
were seated at small marble topped ta-
bes. quietly drinking beer, wine or
coffee. In the rear was another room,
| beyond which, through two large win
/ dows that touched the floor, we could
see the pillar of a balcony that over
hung am open space, either a street or
canal.
! For half an hour or so, perhaps an
J hour, Juan and l sat i'm that cafe, sip
! ping black coffee There was a low
| hum of conversation about the room.
rather soothing than otherwise. Sud
! denly there came the stamping of many
| feet on the pavement outside. gradually
drawing toward the door. The screen
door tapped open and a dozen or more
roughly clad British sailors entered 1t
/ requires no keeHness of observation to
recognize d British seaman-his APP
pearance shrieks the fact at you. even
were it possible for him to keep his
mouth shut for ten successive minutes.
Then these fellows were all half drunk.
] NJ BRIT gb TtiV n, hf
/ seameH of other nations seek their
drink as the tigers hunt-alone or in
/ pairs.
! The sailors were too noisy TO be
! agreeable and the walters tried to get
/ rid Of them, but that was impossible.
/ Finally they were served some beer a
IA large table By themselves in a corner
of the room. This seemed to quiet
them for awhile and DO further notice
was taken Of their presence.
Presently one OF the Bridshers arose
and pounded the table with his glass.
| The hum Of voices stopped
| Attention there. We damned Dutch
! dagoesr' began the sailor in an aggres-
! sive tone. listen there, while l tell ye
! who ] am. I am Bill Shocks of New
! Bedford-ye6sir, I am an American. an
! don't you fergit it
This introduction received a round Of
I applause from Bits mates.
Go it. Yank," shouted one, tell EN-
( 90 We are
/ 'Yessir." continued Bill, Il am a man
/ wOt We seldom meets. an l kin lick any
/ damned dago wot walks on two feet,
/ or on four, for that matter, if there be
! any"
Here he glared savagely about the
room, finally resting his eyes on Juan
/ and me. He was drunk, evidently, but
I was that kind Of a drunk where a man
retains all the animal senses and is
hunting for fight
''Yessir. he said, Il am a-lookin' at
/ ye, We red-headed lobsters-my eles is
! on yet, an | kin lick the two Of ye at
once"
/ NV companion's swarthy features
turned livid. His little black mustache
dropped over the corners of his mouth.
As I have said before, Juan understood
some English.
Besides the British seamen there was
almost a score of other men in tie
room, natives OF the city. Most of them
were now laughing. for. not under
( standing the Americans language. they
took il to be bit Of humor At the
same time with Juan and myself sat
young Australian soldier. a sergeant, I
| believe. TO judge by the short sword at
his side. Whether he understood Eng
( lish or only read the sailors facial ex-
| preston. I can't say, but he did not
/ laugh. He took matters seriously. And
his mustache dropped, too.
| We'll. continued my l0quacious
! countryman, - seein' a6 how there amt
no fight in any Of ye I'll ask ye all to
go to hell"
whereupon lie lifted his glass and
heaved it directly at our table. II
/ struck the young soldier. not hurting
! him in the least. but splitting beer over
his trousers For one brief moment
| there was a deep expectant silence;
then came q sharp scrape against the
stone floor. and the young soldiers
chair shot backward from under lin
( With a bound he reached the sailor.
hurled him to the floor. and there held
him down. his fingers clOtching Tie sea-
mans throat his knee on his chest.
. But the Austrians advantage was for
only a moment.
AT 'em, boys" shouted one Of the
< Englishmen. give EN- ell"
Up they all sprang and threw them-
selves on the soldier. carrying him
down by their brute weight. Before
they could injure him he had a dozen
allies. The walters and guests sprang
90 his assistance and endeavOred TO
I bedL OH the EhSllSnindH, out lHdl was
no easy task
In moment the room was in a saw
age turmoil. Chairs were used as weap-
Ons. tables upset, flying bottles crashed
into mirrors. curses and cries Of pain
mingled with the splintering glass-all
one mad uproar
Near as we were. Juan and I could
not avoid being in it. A bloY from one
OF the Englishmen almost sent me 90
the floor
"Ye damned Turk, I ad my heye on
you" I heard him yell hit back and
he rolled under a table. but another
fellow spraug at me and We Srappied.
He fixed his teeth I'm my shoulder. I
tried TO grasp the sheath knife i'm my
sash. but his body covered it. Sudden
" he threw back his head, gave a yell,
his hold lcosened and he dropped on
the floor. I caught just a Photographic
glimpse OF the Austrian sergeant be-
fore me, his naked sword in his hand.
but in another second he disappeared in
the melee.
Just what happened or what I did
remains bnt indistinctly IN my mind
saw fash Of knife blades. saw pale.
blood spattefed faces, writing men on