Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-05-27

, very reu lace ana MS pale Watery blu,
eyes; but more convincingly by tn,
scar about his left eyebrow, which tn,
Englishman was wont to boast he re
ceived from a saber blade in India
but which Gouveneur knew on mos
excellent authority had been inflicted
by woman with temper. And a.
he looked at the scar and thought oi
Sheila his indignation grew hotter
and his resentment more bitter. Ii
: all likelihood, however, he would have
left the place without so much as 6
second look in the fellows direction
had it not been that Shevln's voice
was so loud, and so high pitched, that
his words came distinctly to Gouver-
neur's ears. He was Safeguarding
America and everything American.
For little while the writhing list
ener managed by supreme effort to
hold his temper in fair check; but
there cme time at length, when this
was no longer possible.
"Rather stupid old ass, brood.
How in Ballyhoo he ever managed to
get together all his dollars is poser.
dare say he stole the most of them
It's way they have over here, don't
you know. High finance they call it;
but high handed brigandage would be
better man,"
Gouverneur listened to so much,
with his blood boiling and his eyes
swapping fire. One fist was doubled
on the tablecloth and the other was
doubled on his knee. 1t was all he
could do to keep his seat.
"The girls fairly pretty, after a
fashion, but | give you my word, old
chap, she isn't three with some
of the Gaiety chorus, when it comes
to dignity and all that sort of thing.
Why, if it wasn't that Pm So
1t was Gouveneur who interrupted
him. He stood at the end of the table,
glaring like an avenging Nemesis, and
his fingers itching for the ribald
speakers throat.
"You filthy rotter," he exclaimed,
his voice tense with consuming pas
sion, you'll answer to me for that
Instantly Lord Shevlin was on his
feet, his chair reeling; while his sur
prised companion, little, bald man,
with a squint, was drawing: "Oh, |
say, don't you know"
Walters who were idling in the
aisles, or with backs against the wall,
stirred suddenly to interest, as hot
exchange of epithets, ordinations and
recriminations followed like the pep
pering shots from pair of gatlings.
Another moment, and stung to fren-
zy by wappish verbal lunge from
the young American, aimed with spec
ial intent to provoke it, Shevlin drove
furious blow at Gouverneur's pug
naciously jutted chin. And the battle
was on. All the pent-up bitterness
and wrath of weeks found outlet on
the furious return to that opening, |
yet cleverly evaded, attack. Shevlin
was no insignificant antagonist; but |
Gouverneur was youger, more angile,
and had shade more skill. 1t was
no mere sparring match. 1t was a
fight, with every parry including a
counter; and it was of whirlwind
swiftnes. Chairs and tables were
overturned in the few seconds it last
ed; and Shevlin's friend and the wait
ers alike hung back in awed admira-
ton, interested and sympathetic nom
combatants; hung back on the very
edge of the encounter, the little, bald
man keen for his compatriot's advant-
age, and the others, Irishmen every
one of them, mentally and soulfully
allied against the Englishman, on
principle.
Of the two antagonists, Gouverneur
was far the cooler. From the first
lie realized that he was far superior
to the Briton. And from the first he
had in view but one object. He wish
ed to disfgure him so badly that a
postponement of the wedding would
be a necessity. Anything to gain
time was his aim. So long as Sheila
was still Miss brood there was hope |
that she might be saved. For this
reason he directed his blows, artfully, |
at one after another of ihs lordship's |
features. Bruta.ly he closed one of |
his watery, blue eyes. He cut red
cash in his long, thin upper lip; and if |
his prominent, slightly hooked nose
escaped breaking, it was from no lack
of intention.
Eventually Shevlin, with half
hook half swing, landed stingly on
Gouveneur's cheek blow that was
meant for his jaw. And the sting of
it further incensed him. He came