The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-08-01

The roadster's blood
-D is in his veins.
He greeted me with
heartiness, and I thought | saw some
thing in his eye that ought to be d.
Vulged. Sometimes. when Clancy has
returned from his voyages into the in
formal and the egregious, he can be
persuaded to oral construction. Now
l thought ! saw in him symptoms Of
voluntary discourse. 30 / hastily con-
Voyed him to a little cafe nearby,
where a fan buzzed. mitigating the
torrid sultriness of the New Orleans
summer
"'Tis very near the tropics, this
weather today" said Clancy-apropos
i thought-of the season. But, 1t
appeared, 1t had more to do with his
story. l nodded confirmatorily.
"'Tis elegant weather." continued
Clancy. for filibusterin' IT'S what I've
been dom for two months past, strug-
glin to lfberate foreign people from
a tyrant's clutch. Twas hard work.
tbs strainin' to the back and grows
corns on your hands"
go" l said. you've turned soldier
of fortune in earnest. | hope you made
1t pay. To what country did you lend
your aid?"
Where's Kamchatka?" asked Clan
cy, irrelevantly, l thought
why. off Siberia, up In the Arctic
what doubtfully.
II thought that was the cold one"
said Clancy. with a nod. I'm always
gettin' the two names mixed. Twas
Guatemala, then-the hot one-rve
been filibusterin' with. Yell find that
country on the map. IT'S In the dis
trict known as the tropics. By the
foresight of Providence, 1t lies on the
coast so the geography man could run
the names of the towns Of into the
water. They're an inch long. small
type, composed Of Spanish dialects,
and, It's my opinion of the same sys-
tenn Of syntax that blew up the Maine.
Yes. twas that country l sailed
against, single-handed, and endeayored
to liberate 1t from a tyrannical gov
eminent with q ingle-barreled pickax,
unloaded at that Ye don't under
stand. of course. IT'S q statement de-
mandin' calculation and apologies.
"'Twas one morning about the first
o. June; / was standin' down on the
wharf. lookin' about at the ships In
the river. There was q little steamer
moored right opposite me that seemed
about ready to sail. The tunnels Of 1t
were THROWN out smoke. and a gang
OF roustabouts were carryin' aboard q
pile of boxes that was stacked up on
the wharf. The boxes were about two
feet square. and somethin' like four
feet long, and they seemed to be pref
ty heavy.
Il walked over. careless, to the stack
Of boxes saw one Of them had ben
broken in handlin'. Twas curiosity
made me pull up the loose top and
look inside The box was packed full
of Winchester rifles. SO, So says
to myself: somebody's gettin' twist
on the neutrality laws. Somebody 8
adm with munitions of war. l Won,
der where the popguns are goin'.'
81 heard somebody cough. and
turned around. There stood a little
round, fat man with brown face and
white clothes, a notwithstanding Lit.
tie man, with a four-karat diamond on
his finger and his eye full Of interro
cations and respects. judged he was
a kind of foreigner-maybe from Rus.
STA or Japan or the archipelagoes.
"'Hist!' says the round man, full OF
concealments and condolences. Will
the senior respect the discoveryments
he has made, that the mans on the
ship shall not'be acQuaint? The senior
will be a gentleman that shall not ex
pose one thing that by accident occur.
"'Monseer. says for judged him
to be a kind of Frenchman, that as
sortment of foreigners being doomed
by nature to politeness and dialects
receive my most exasperated assur
ances that your secret Is safe witt
James Clancy. Furthermore. will &C
so far as to remark, Veev Ia Liberty
veev it good and strong. Whenever
you hear Of a Clancy obstructin' the
adjustment Of existin' government.
you may notify me by return mail
"The senior Ia good says the dark
fat man. smilin' under his black mus
tache. Wish you to come aboard m,
ship and drink Of wine q glassT
"Bein' q Clancy. In two minutes m,
and the foreign man were seated at I
table In the cabin Of the steamer witt
a bottle between US. I could hear tn
heavy boxes bein' dumped into tn
hold. judged that cargo must consis
of at least 1000 Winchesters.
"You goin' to stir things up In you
country, amt you. monseerT says
with q wink to let him know I wa
on.
eyes, yes says the little man
pounding his fist on the table. !
change of the greatest will occur. To-
long have the people been oppresse'
with the promises AM the never-te