The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-12-29
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"Begolly. and will your honor be
whistling the hornpipe for me TO be
dancing Off" he cried
fSpang went his fist into Wessner's
face. and he was past him into the
swale.
And would you be pleased to tune
up little livelier?" be gasped and
clipped his ear as he sprang back.
WeSSner lunged at him in blind fury.
Freckles. seeing a n opening. forgot the
laws of genfleman'S game and drove
the toe of his heavy wadng boot into
Wessner'S middle until he doubled up
| and fell heavily. In fash Freckles
was on him. For time Mclean could
not see what was happening "(io.
Go to him now" he commanded him
self. but so intense was his desire to
see the boy win alone that he could
not stir
At last Freekles sprang up and back
| ed away. Time he yelled like a
fury ''Re getting up. Mr.. Wessner,
and don't be afraid of hurting me. I'll
| let you throw in an extra hand and
| lick you to me compIate satisfaction.
! all the same. Did you hear me call
the limit? Will you get up and be
| facing me?"
AS Wessner struggled to his feet he
resemhled battlefield. for his cloth
| ing was in ribbons and his face and
hands streaming blood.
IL guess got enough" he mum
bled. !
"Oh. do you?" reared FreckIes.
swell, this amt your say. You come
| on to me ground lying about me boss
and intimatin' Id stale from his very
pockets. Now. will you be standing
up and taking your medicine like a
| man or getting 1t poured down the
| throat of you like u baby! l amt got
enough. This is only just the begin
| ming with me. Be looking out there!"
He sprang against Wessner and sent
him rolling. He attacked the unre-
| sisting figure and fought him until be
| lay limp and still and Freckles had
no strength left to lift an arm. Then
he rose and stepped back. gasping for
breath. With his first good lungful
! of air he shouted. Time" But the
ngure of Wessner lay motionless.
Freckles watched him with regard
| full eye and saw at last that he was
completely exhausted. He bent over
him and. catching him by the back Of
| the neck. jerked him to his knees.
Wessner lifted the face of whipped
! cur and. fearing further punishment,
burst into great shivering sobs. while
| the tears washed tiny rivulets through
| the blood and muck Freckles step
ped back. glaring at Wessner, but sud
| denly the scowt of anger and the ugly
disfguring red faded from the boys
face. He dabbed at q cut on his tenn
pie. from which issued tiny crimson
stream. and jauntily shook back his
hair. His face took on the innocen,
look of a cherub. and his voice II
vailed that of a brooding dove. but
into his eyes crept look of diabolicaI
mischief.
He glanced vaguely about him until
he saw his club. seized and twirled II
like drum major. stuck it upright IN
the muck and marched on tiptoe over
to Wessner mocha nically. as puppet
worked by a string. Bending over.
ner'S waist and helped him to his feet.
Careful. now" he cautioned; "be
careful. Freddy. There's danger of you
hurting me-
Fishing a handkerchief from back
pocket. Freckles tenderly wiped Wess
ner's eyes and nose.
"Come. Freddy. me child" he ad
monished WesSner: "it's time little
boys were getting home. I've me work
to do and can't be entertaining you
any more today. Come back tOmor-
row if you amt through yet and We'll
repate the performance"
Again an awful wrenching seized
Mclean. Freckles stepped back as
WeSsner. /tottering and reeling like
thoroughly drunken man. came toward
| the path. looking indeed as Ii wildcats
had taken their ill Of him.
The cudgel spun high in air. and.
catching it with an experiences ac-
CURED by long practice on the line. the
boy twirled it second and. stepping
out into the trail. followed WeSSner.
Because Freckles was Irish it was i'm
possible TO do it silently. and presently
bis clear tenor rang out. though there
were bad catches where he was hard
pressed for breath:
cit was the Dutch. 1t was the Dutch.
Do you think It was the irish hollered
help? Not much.
1t was the Dutch. 1t was the Dutch
WesSner turned and mumbled: wv hat
you following me for: What are you
| going TO do with me-"
/ FreckleS called the LimberloSt to wit
| ness. Flows that for the ingratitude
| of beast? And me troubling meself
| to show him off me territory with the
| Donors of war;"
Then he changed his tone completely
and added: "Relike it's this, Freddy.
| You see. the boss might come riding
| down this trail any minute, and the
| little mares so wheedleSome that If
| she'd come on to you in your priSint
state all of sudden she'd step that
| short she'd send MIR. Mclean out over
| the ears of her. No disparagemen in
| tinded TO the sinse of the marer' he
| added hastily.
Wessner helched fearful oath, and
Freckles laughed merrily.
(T0 Be ContInued.)
| AN ALARM AT NIGHT