The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-07-16

'aving the brains to think of it. It's
fair astonishing
Never you mind my brains" said
the warrior, annoyed. Don't think
it's as easy as Smelling peas. 1t amt.
I've 'ad to look sharp, l tell you. I've
'ad to read up a bit of history. She
lends me books about the Crimea, so |
manage all right"
Il once 'ad copy of life Of Gen
eral Gordon" said Mr. Cadgitt, with
a melancholy shake of his head. 81
pinched it off bookstall when the
owner wasn't looking, and pawned il
for one and slxpence. / wish l adn't
now-pawned it, mean. It'd ave
come in useful"
That's your Ignorance said Mr..
Snider, contemptuously. General Cor
don weren't in the Crimea. 1t were
Lord Raglan. And Marshal Canrobert
was leading the French"
go on" said Mr.. Cadgitt. 1--WE
wasn't fighting the French. We was
fighting the Roosians."
That's your ignorance again." said
Mr.. Snider, cOntemptuously as before
1T amt no use your trying the game
Henery. You'd only make a hash OF
it,
"I1l work ard" said Mr.. Cadgitt
eagerly. Il tell you wot it is, sam
You take me up to the old lady and tell
er as I'm pal of yours that fought
through the war with you. Tell 'er as
l was in at 'er husbands death like
you was. We can share this ERE cot
tage It'll hold two comfortable. AnC
you can pitch the yarns until / get the
hang Of them"
Mr.. Snider regarded him with aston.
ished asperity.
You always had cheek" he re
marked. but this caps all. I've given
you the tip. Go and find an old lady as
as lost er husband in the Crimea fol
yourself"
There amt too many of 'em about,
pleaded Mr.. Cadgitt. I'D rather ave
share of this one She could keer
the two Of us as easy as one"
NO." said Mr.. Snider, decssively
''No, it wouldn't do. You see, Henery
you don't look the part. Anyone might
take me for an old soldier; whereas you
you look like-like-"
He paused for an appropriate smile
Mr.. Cadgitt danced before him upon the
path, black with rage.
WELL" he shrieked; SAY it say it
Wot do look like? Say 1t if you're
man, and I'll give you a clip on the
jaw ASH make you wish you'd beer
killed in the Crimea yourself"
II amt saying anything against you
except that it wouldn't do" replied the
veteran, calmly judicial. IF you was
to say as you'd worn Her Majesty's uni
form, they'd think as there 'ad beer
broad arrows on II. You'll ave to fine
another way of earning your living"
I'm going to find one now," said Nr
oadSltls tulhlllS away,
And when ave found one, you'll b,
looking out for job yourself"
He marched down the path and or
the road. AS he turned the corner oil
the village street. he became aware OF
an elderly lady advancing In bis direc
ton. There was something in the dig
nified sorrow in her face that made hin
pause. Mr.. Cadgitt was a man of in
stinct Instinct told him that this lady
was going to the cottage he had left
Instinct told him that she was Sam!
patroness. And instinct babe hin
strike whilst the iron was hot.
BEG your pardon, num-" he whined
but could you spare trife for al
old soldier?'
The lady looked ut him with a sud
den, quick interest.
a soldier" she said And wher,
have you fought, my MANI"
Most anywheres, num- replied Mr.
Cadgitt, cautiously. II were in tn,
Crimea."
The lady's interest quickened.
'Ah," she said, softly. My husband
fought in the Crimea."
did he'now?" said Mr.. Cadgitt, will
very fair affectatiOn of surprise
What might his name have been now?'
He was Captain Alvin" she an
swered. Did you know him.
My old officerr" exclaimed Mr. Cad
gift. ecstatically. Suddenly his face
dropped. But he were killed there
mum :" he said, in dulcet tones of sym
pathy Perhaps it amt the same
NO" replied the lady, sadly. II
was the same. He was killed by {
Russian bullet"
She was evidently moved. Her eyes
filed with tears.
"Ah, we'll said Mr.. Cadgitt. gently
'IIe couldn't 'elp it. poor fellow. An(
perhaps 'e's better off where e is thar
me. that was swindled something crue
when | got back from the war"
"Swindled." exclaimed the lady, sur
prised. How swindled, my gooC
MANI"
at were this way, your ladyship,
said Mr.. Cadgtt. when l got 'omt
from the war 1 fell into bad company
There was low, sneaking fellow of the
name of Samuel Snider, who got me
into bad ways--drinking and such. Al
that time e 'ad a Wrinkle barrier in q
low part of London, but e lost Is