The Connecticut labor press., 1920-08-07

chiefs way. But hIs otllcers-ther, are some of them who will not get off so lightly Some deeds have been done these last twenty years that have not been forgotten. There are a few old scores to be settled. But it's peace, -peacer and away he went once more with his great tankard, hopping round his bonfire
 Well, we stayed some time with the major, and then away we went down to the beach, Jim and I, talking about this great news and all that would come of it. How little did Jim know at that moment, as he strode along by my side so full of health and of spir- it's, that he had reached the extreme sur41nit of life, and that from that hour all would in truth be upon the downward slope.
 There was little haze out to sea, for it had been very misty in the early morning, though the sun had thinned 1t. As we looked seaward we sud denly saw the sail of a small boat break out through the fog and come bobbing along toward the land. A single man was seated in the sheets and she waved about as she ran, as though he were of two minds whether to beach her or no. At last, deter mined, itNnay be, by our presence, he made straight for us, and her keel grated upon the shingle at our very feet. He dropped his sail, climbed out, and pulled her bows up onto the beach.
 "Great Britain, I believer" said he turning round and facing us.
 He was man somewhat above middle height, but exceedingly thin, we'll dressed in a suit of brown with brass buttons, and he wore high boots which were all roughened and dulled by the sea water. His face and hands were so dark that he esmight have been a Spaniard, but as he raised his hat to us we saw that the upper part of his brow was quite white, and that it was from without that he had his swarthiness. He looked from one to the other of us. and his gray eyes had something in them which had never seen before. You could read the question: but there seemed to be a menace at the back of it, as if the answer were a right and not favor.
 Great Britain?" he asked again, with a quick tap of his foot on the shingle.
 "Yes," said I, while Jim burst out laughing.
 "England? Scotland?"
 Scotland. But it's England past wonder trees.'
 "Bon! I know where I am now. I've been in a fog without compass for nearly three days, and I didn't thought I was ever to see land again." He spoke English glibly enough, but with some strange turn of speech from time to time.
 "Where did you come from, then?" asked Jim.
 'I was in a ship that was wrecked" said he shortly. ''What is the town down yonder"
 "It is Berwick"
 "Ah, we'll, I must get stronger be fore I can go further" He turned to- ward tfe boat, and as he did so he gave a lurch, and would have fallen had he not caught the prov. On this he seated himself, and looked round him with face that was flushed and two eyes that blazed like a wild beasts.
 "Voltigeurs de Ia Garde '" he rOared in a voice like trumpet call, and then again, "Voltigeurs de Ia Garde!" He waved his hat above his head, and suddenly pitching forward upon his face on the sand, he lay all hudd1ed into a little brown heap.
 Jim Horscroft and I stood and stared at each other. The coming of the man had been so strange, and his questions, and now this sudden turn. We took him by a shoulder each and turned him upon his back. His lips were bloodless, and his breath would scarce shake a feather.