The Detroit times., 1913-05-07

not single memory which his mind
fed upon. that he would have had
changed In the minutest particular, or
that did not add 10 the wretchedness
OF his present plight.
lie thought of the excellent ana
thirsty company that was gathering
there, and the company was always
thirsty lie thought tender.y OF the
little cherished peculiarities OF each
OF his cronies: of Mr.. Harden the un-
dertaker. and the accurate informa-
ton he was always ready to impart
touching the ravages OF sickness ana
death In the county; OF Mayor Kirby,
and Squire Riley. and the argument
on certain mooted points OF constitu.
tional law they had been carrying on
almost nightly. for more years than
he could remember; and which had
become 30 Intricate that these dis
tinguished opponents were as often
as not astonished to find themselves
on the wrong side of the question,
each upholding the opinions OF the
other with a most embarrassing force
and logic; he thought OF Mr.. Bently,
the postmaster. and his interesting
political "reminiscences. the chiefest
gem being the narrative of his meet.
ing with Andrew Jackson. and the
wealth OF whose impressions concern.
Ing that remarkable man-whicn
might be said TO have compounded
themselves most Neutrality-suspicious.
bore no relation whatever to the
actual time which the victor OF New
Orleans had devoted TO Mr.. Bentiy 4
case. generally supposed TO have been
the Benson postOfiice. He thought OF
Colonel Sharp, stately but condescend-
Ing. and his agreeable conversation
embellished as ii was by classical
quotations. which never failed to car
ry sense OF conviction and fullness
TO the mental stomach; of the British
bullet he had brought away from the
disastrous fight at Fallen Timbers,
but which no surgeons probe had
ever been able to locate, and concern
Ing the outrageous behaviour OF which
Mr. Tucker was expected TO show
daily the keenest interest, since the
most subtle change In the weather, q
rise or fall in the temperature. a shift
In the wind, affected this piece or
lead In the most singular manner.
enabling 1t. 50 the colonel stoutiy
averred, to travel up and down his
leg between the knee and thigh quite
at Its own pleasure, but much to his
discomfort.
Probably they were all at the
tavern even now; and here was he,
wet and wretched, with a cold wind
and yet colder rain beating In his
face, miles and miles away,
Then at last, out OF the darkness
and mist and the falling rain. down
the waste OF muddy roads, and far
across the desolate fields, one by one
the lights of the capitol city blinked
at him. He drove up High-st.. past
the Mel House. for he was prejudiced
against SO pretentious an establish
ment; and turning down a side street
drew up In front OF small frame
building, which a creaking sign an
nounced to be Roebuck's Tavern
Roebuck was an old friend, though
they had not met in years: and IL was
ROebuck himself, who. hearing the
rattle of wheels before his door, hur.
ried out from the bar, lantern In hand,
to bid his guest welcome. He was a
burly figure Of man. ford OF face.
but bland and smiling
John" cried Mr. Tucker weakly,
John, wonder II you'll know me-"
Know you?" swinging up the Ian.
tern. Know you?' scrutinixing doubt
fully the limp figure In the buggy
why. God bless me--it's Tucker, of
the Red Brick at Benson"
(Continued)