Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-29

his fortune in the colonies of North America.
She constantly migrated with the troops; and
it was seldom that they became stationary
for two days at a time but the little cart OF
the bustling woman seen driving into the
encampment loaded with such articles as she
conceived would make her presence most vel
come. With celebrity that seemed almost
pernatural, Betty took up her ground and com
menced her occupation. Sometimes the cart
itself was her shop; at others the soldiers
made her a rude shelter of such materials as
offered but on the present occasion she had
seized on a vacant building, and, by dint of
stuffing the dirty breaches and half-drted linen
of the troopers into the broken windows, to
exclude the cold, which had now become
severe, she formed what she herself had pro-
nounced to be most iligant lodgings"
Such, then, was the mistress of the mansion,
who reckless of the cold northern blasts,
showed her blooming face, from the door of
the building to welcome the arrival of her ia
vorite Captain Lawton.
"Ah, by my hopes of promotion, my gentle
Elizabeth but you are welcomed" cried the
trooper, as he threw himself from his saddle;
this Yilainous fresh water gas from the
Canadas has been whistling among my bones
till they ache with the cold, but the sight of
your fiery countenance is as cheering as a
Christmas fire"
Now, sure, Captain Jack yes always full of
your complmentaries," replied the sutler, tax
ing the bride of her customer; but hurry in
for the life of you, darling; the fences here
abouts are not so strong in the Highlands,
and there's that within that will warm both
sowl and body"
The group within were all young men, and
tried soldiers; in number they were rather
more than dozen, and their manners and con-
versation were a strange mixture Of the blunt
ness of the partisan with the manners of gen.
tlemen. Some were endeavoring to sleep on
the benches which lined the walls, some were
walking the apartments, and others were seat
ed in earnest discussion on subjects connected
with the business of their lives. Dunwoodie
sat by himself, gazing at the fire, and lost in
reflections which none of his officers presumed
to disturb.
"A song, a song from Captain Lawton!" cried
two or three of the party in a breath, on OBJ
serving the failure of some of the points of
good-fellowship in the trooper, silence for the
song of Captain Lawton"
Gentlemen" returned Lawton, his dark eyes
swimming with the bumpers he had finished
though his head was as impenetrable as a post;
Il am not much of nightingale, but, under
the favor of your good wishes, | consent to
comply with the demand"
silence for Captain Lawton's song!" roared
FIVE or six at once; when the trooper proceed
ed, in a fine, full tone, to sing the following
words to a well-known bacchanalan air,
eral of his comrades helping him through the
chorus with fervor that shook the crazy
edifice they were in:
Now push the mug my jolly boys,
And live, while live can,
To-morrow's may end your joys,
For briefs the hour Of man.
And he who bravey meets the foe
His lease Of life never know,
Old mother Flanagan
Come and fill the again!
For you fill, and can swirl,
Good Betty Flanagan.