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‘ *Eyah,’ I'm not for de yan in the wurruld?’ VL

sez I, ‘O'Hara's a divil and nyin’at, Sut is he the only ‘tt him go. He'll

get tired av findin’ our kit foul an’ our fcoutrements onproperly ke P’. . ‘We will not let him go,’ sez they. ‘Thin take him,’’ sez I, ‘an’ a dash- ei poor sield you will get for your thr: uble.’ “ ‘Ie he not misconductin’ himself wid Slimmy's wife?’ sez another. * ‘She's common to the rig’mint,’ sez

1 ‘Fwhat hi: 1s made a a anddint!

‘Has he not put his spite on the Stated ay ns? Can we do arythin’ that he will not check us for?’ sez another. * *That’s thrue,’ sez I.

ye this partic’lar

‘Will ye not nelp us to do aught,’ geez another—‘a big, bould man like you?’

‘Iwill break his head upon his

shoulders av he puts hand on me,’ sez I. ‘I will give him the lie av he says that I'm dirty, an’ I wud not mind duckin’ him in the artillery trough if it was not that Im thryin’ for my sthripes.’

‘Is that all ye will do?’ sez another. ‘Have ye no more spunk than that, ye blood- dhrawn calf”

** *Blood-dhrawn I mag be,’ gettin’ back to my cot an’ makin’ my line round ut, ‘but ye know that the man who comes acrost this mark will be more blood-dhrawn than me. No man gives me the name in my mouth,’ I sez. ‘f_aderstand, I will have no part wid you ia amytbin’ ye do, nor will I raise my fist to my shuperior. Is any wan comin’ on?’ sez I.

“They made no move, them full time, but stnd growlin’ an’ snarflin’ together at wan ind av the room. I tuck up my cap and wint out to canteen, thinkin’ »o little ay mecilf, an’ there I grew ondacintly dhrunk in my legs. My head was all reasonable.

* *Houligan,’ I sez to a man in E Comp’ny that was by way av bein’ a frind av mine ‘I’m overtuk from the belt down. Do you give me the touch of your shoulther to presarve me formation an’ march tne acrost the ground into the high grass. I'll sleep ut off there,’ sez I: an’ Houligan—he’'s dead now, but good he was while he lasted—walked wid me, givin’ me the touch whin I wint wide, ontil we came to the high grass, an’, my faith, the sky an’ the earth was fair rowlin’ undher me. I made for where the grass was thickest, an’ there I slep’ off my liquor wid an easy conscience. I did not desire to come on books too frequint; my characther havin’ been shpotiess for the good half av a year.

““Whin I roused, the dhrink was dyin’ out in me, an’ I felt as though a she-cat had littered in my mouth. I had not learned to hold my liquor wid comfort in thim days. ‘Tis little betther I am now. ‘I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head,’ thinks I, an’ I wud ha’ risen, but I heard some wan say: ‘Mul- vaney can take the blame av ut for the blackslidin’ hound he is.’

** *Oho!’ sez I, an’ my head rang like @ gcuard-room gong: ‘fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige ‘Tim Vulmea?’ For ’twas Tim Vulmea that spoke.

“IT turned on my belly an‘ crawled through the grass,a bit ata time, to where the spache came from. There was the twelve av my room sittin’ down in

a little patch, the dhry grass wavin above their heads, an’ the sin av black murdher in their hearts. I put the stuff aside to get clear view.

‘* *FPwhat's that?’ sez wan man, jump- in’ up.

** *& dog,’ says Vulmea. ‘You’rea nive hand to this job! As I said, Mulvaney will take the blame—av ut comes toa pinch.’

‘“*'Tis hard to swear a man’s life away.’ sez a young wan.

** *Thank ye for that,’ thinks I. ‘Now, fwhat the divil are you paragins con- thrivin’ against me?’

“"'Tis as easy as dhrinkin’ your quart,’ sez Vulmea. ‘At seven or there- on, O'Hara will come acrost to the mar- ried quarters, goin’ to call on Slimmy’s

says I,

tho’ I gave

wife, the swine! Wan av_ us’ll pass the Wurrd tu the room an’ we shtart the divil an’ all av a shine—laugbin’ an’

erackin’ on an’ ’trowin’ our boots about. Thin O'Hara will come to give us the ordber to be quiet, the more by token bekase the room-lamp will be knocked Over in the larkin’. He will take the Straight road to the ind door where there's the lamp in the verandz, an’ that'll bring him clear against the light as he sthands. He will not be able to look into the dhark. Wan av us will laese off, an’ a close shut ut wil! be, an stame to the inan that misses. *Twil)

he Mulvaner’s rile, she that is at the bead av the rack—there s no mistikin’ that Jong-shtceked, cross-eved biceh even in the dhark.’

“The thief misnamed my Piece out av jealonss~—I was aV¥ that—an’ usb made me than all.

“But

ould firin’- pershuaded more angry

Valmean goes on: ‘O'Hara will dhrop, an’ by the times the light’s lit again, there’ll be some six av us on the Chest avy Mulvaney, cryin’ murdher an’ rape. Mulvaney's cot is mear the ind door, an’ the shmokin’ rifle will be lyin’ under him whin os knocked him over. We know, ’ all the reg’ment Knows, that Mulv: hl nas given O'Hara More lip than any man av us. Will there

any donbt at the coort-martial? Wud twelve honust sodger-bheys swear away the life av a dear, quiet, swate-timpered Man such as is Mulvaney—wid his line 4VY pipe-clay roun’ his cot, threatenin’ is wid murdher av we overshtepped ut, a8 We can truthful testify?’

‘Mary, Mother av Mercy!’ thinks I to mesilf; ‘it is this to have an unruly Mimber an’ fistes fit to use! O the SReakin’ hounds!’

“The big dhrops ran down my face,

I was wake wid the liquor an’ had not the full av my wits about me. I laid shtill an’ heard thim workin’ themselves "Pp to swear my life by tellin’ tales av ivery time Lhad put.my wark on wap

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or anothtr; fin” my fafth, they was few that was not so dishtinguished. "Twas all in the way av fair fight, though, for niver did I raise my hand excipt whin they had provoked me to ut.

Tis all well,’ wan ‘but who’s to do this shootin’ ”’

** “Fwhat matter?’ sez Vulmea. ‘’Tis Mulvaney will do that—at the coort martial,’

‘He will sez the man, ‘but whose hand is put to the trigger—in the room?’

** *Who'll do ut?’ round, but divil a man answered. began to dishpute till Kiss. that was always playin’ shpoil five, sez: ‘Thry the kyards!’ Wid that he opined his jackut an’ tuk ont the greasy palammers, an’ they all fell in with the notion.

‘Deal on!’ sez Vulme, wid a big rat- tlin’ oath. ‘an’ the black curse ay Shielygh come to the man that will not do his duty he kyards say. Amin!’

‘Black the masther,’ sez Kiss, dealin’. Black Jack, torr, I shud expaytiate to you, is the ace av shpades which from time immirorial has intimately connect wid battle, murdher an’ sudden death,

‘“‘Wanst Kiss dealt Sign, but the men wWas workin'’s av their sowls. dealt, an’ there was a gray shine on their cheeks like the mess av an egg Three times Kiss dealt an’ they was blue; ‘Have ye not lost him® sez Vul mea, Wipin’ the sweat on: him. ‘Let’s ha’ done quick!’ ‘Quick ut is,’ sez Kiss, t'rowin’ him the kyard; an’ ut fell face upon his knee—Black Jack!

‘Thin they all cackied wid laughin’. ‘Duty thrip-pence,’ sez wan av thim, ‘an’ damned ean at that price!’ But 1

ud see they all dhrew a httle away from Vulmea an’ lef’ him sittin’ playin’ wid the kyard. Vulmea sez no word for a Whoile but licked his lips—cat-eways. Thin he threw up his head an’ made the men swear by ivry oath, known and un- known, to stand by him not alone in the room but at the coort-martial that was to set on me! He toull cff five av the biggest to stretch me on my cot whin the shot was fired, an’ another man _ he tould off to put out the light, an’ yet another to load my rifle. He wud not do that himself; an’ that was quara, for ‘twas but a little thing.

“Thin they swore over again that they wud not betray wan another, an’ crep’ out av the grass in diff’rint ways, two by two. A mercy ut was that they did not come on me. I was sick wid fear in the pit av my stummick—sick, sick, sick! Afther they was all gone, I wint back to canteen an’ called for a quart to put a thought in me. Vulmea «vas there, dhrinkin’ heavy, an’ politeful to me be- yond reason. ‘Fwhat will I do—fwhit will I do?’ thinks I to myself whin Vul- mea Wirt away.

**Presintly the arm’rer sargint comes in stiffin’ an’ crackin’ on, not pleased wid any wan, bekase the Martini-Henri bein’ new to the rig’ment in those days we used to play the mischief wid her arrangements. *“Twas a long time before I eud get out av the way av thryin’ to pull back the back-sight an’ turnin’ her over afther flring’—as if she was a Sai- der.

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Fwhat tailor men to work wid?’ the ‘Here’s Hogan, his nose flat as a table, laid by for a week, an’ ivry comp’ny sendin’ their arrums in knocked to small shivreens.’

** *‘Pwhat’s wrong wid Hogan, sargint?’ sez I.

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sez arm’rer sarzint.

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sez the arm’rer sargint; ‘I

showed him, as though I had been his mother, the way av shtri ippi n’ a *Tini,

an’ he shtrup her clane an’ easy. I toulu him to put her to again an’ fire a blank into the blow-pit to show how the dirt hung on the groovin’. He did that, hut he cid not put in the pin av the fallin’- block, an’ av coorsa whin he fired he was strook by the block jumpin’ clear.

Well for him ’twas but a blanzk—a full charge wud ha’ cut his oi ont.’ “I logked a trifie wiser than a boiled

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sheep’s head. ‘How's that, sargint?’ sez I. ‘**Thia way. ye blundherin’ man, an’ don’t vou be doin’ ut,’ sez he. Wid that he shows me a Waster action—the breech y her all cut away to show the inside— an’ so plazed was he to rumble that he dimonstrated fwhat Hogan had done twice over. ‘An’ thot comes av knowin’ the weppin you’re provided wid,’ sez he ‘Thanke ye, sargint,’ sez I; ‘I will come to you again for further informa- tion.’

‘* *You will not,’ sez he. ‘Kape your clanin’-rod away from the breech-pin, or you will get into throuble,’

‘“*] wint outside, an’ could ha’ danced wid delight for the grandeur av ut. ‘They will load my rifle, good luck to thim, whoile I’m away,’ thinks I and back I wint to the canteen to give them their clear chanst.

‘“*The canteen was fillin’ wid men at the ind av the day. I made feign to be far gone in dhrink, an’ wan by wan, all my roomful came in with Vulmea. I wint awa}, walkin’ thick and heavy, but not so thick an’ heavy that any wan

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SMR bhdury 4 eee was a kyartridge gone an’ lyin’ snug in my riffle. I was hot wid rage against them all, and werried the bullet ont wid my teeth as fast as I cud, the room bein’ empty. Then I tuk my boot un’ the clanin’-rod and knocked out the pin ay the fallin’-block. Oh, ‘twas music when that pin rowled on the flure! I put ut into my pouch an’ struck a dab of dirt on the holes in the plate, puttin’ the fallin’-block back. ‘That')) do your business, Vulmea,’ sez I, lyin’

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easy on the cot. ‘Come an’ sit on my chest the whole room sv you, an’ I will take vou to my bosom for the biggest divils that iver cheated halter.’ I wud have no merey on Vulmea. His oi or his life—little I cared.

‘“‘At dusk they came back, the twelve av thim, au’ they had all been dhrink- in’. I was shammin’ sleep on the cot, Wan man wint outside in the veranda. Whin he whisthled they began to rage roun’ the room an’ carry on tremenjus. But I niver want to hear men laugh as

they did—shkylarkin’ too! ’Twas like mad jackals. ‘“* ‘*Shtop that blasted noise!’ sez

O'Hara in the dark, an’ pop goes the room lamp. I cud heard O’Hara run- nin’ up an’ the rattlin’ avy my rifle in the rack an’ the men breathin’ heavy as they stud roun my cot. I cud see O’Hara in the light av the veranda lamp, an’ @hin I heard the crack av my rifle. She cried loud, poor darlint, bein’ mishan- dled. Next minut’ five men were hould- in’ me down. ‘Go easy,’ I sez, ‘fwhat’s ut all about?’ ‘*Thin Vulmea, on the flure, raised a howl you cud hear from wan ind av cantonmints to the other. ‘I’m dead, I’m butchered, I’m blind!’ sez he. ‘Saints have mercy on my sinful sow]! Sind for Father Constant!» Oh, sind for Father Constant an’ let me go clean!’ By that I knew he was not so dead as I cud ha’ wished.

“O'Hara picks up the lamp in the veranda with a hand as stiddy as a rest. ‘Fwhat damned dog thrick is this av yours?’ sez be, and turns the light on Tim Vulmea that was shwimmin’ in blood from top to toe. The fallin’-block had sprung free behin’ a full charge of powther—good care I tuk to bite down the brass afther takin’ out the bnillet that there might be somethin’ to give it full worth—an’, had cut Tim from the lip to the corner av the right eve, lavin’ the eyelid in tatthers. an’ so up an’ along by the forshead te the hair. 'Twas more av a rakin’ plow, if you’ will on- dherstand, than aclean cut; an’ niver did I see a man bleed as Vulmea did. The dhrink an’ the stew that he was in pumped the blood strong. The minut’ the men sittin’ on my chest heard O’ Hara spakin’ they scattered each wan to his cot, an’ cried out yery politeful: ‘Fwhat is ut, sargint?’

‘* *Fwhat is ut!’ sez O’Hara, shakin’ Tim. ‘Well an’ good do you know fwhat ut is, ye skulkin’ ditch-lurkin’ dogs! Get a doolie, an’ take this whimperin’ scutt away. There will be more heard av ut than any av you will care for.’

‘*Vulmea sat up rockia’ his head in his hand an’ moanin’ for Father Con- stant,

‘* *Be done!’ sez O’Hara, dhraggin’ him up by the hair. ‘You’re none so dead that you can not go fifteen years for thryin’ to shoot me.’

‘* *T did not,’ sez Vulmea; ‘I was shootin’ mesilf.’ ‘ *That’s quare,’ sez O'Hara, ‘for the

jackut is black wid your powder.’ He tuk up the rifle that was still warm an’ begun to lungh. ‘Ill make your life hell to you,’ sez he, ‘for attempted murdher an’ kapin’ your rifle onproperly. You'll be hanged first an’ thin put undher stoppages for four fif- teen. ‘the rifle’s done‘for,’ sez he.

*- ‘Why, ’tis my rifle!’ sez I, coming up to lcox. ‘**‘Vulmea, ye divil, fwhat were you doin’ wid her—answer ume that?’

ae ‘La cyin’!’

“ST. wait till rou ‘an’ thin we two wiil brageons.’

‘*O’Hara pitchel Tim into the doolie none too tinder, but ali the bhoys kep’ by their cots, which was not the sign av innocent men. I was huntin’ ivrywhere for my failin’-block, bur not findin’ ut at all. I niver found ut.

‘* ‘Now fwhat will I do?’ swinging the veranda light in his hand an’ lookin’ down the room. I had hate and contimpt av O’Hara,an’I have now, dead tho’ he is, but for all that, will 1 sny he’was a brave man. He is baskin’ in Purgathory this tide, but I wish he cud hear that, whin he ‘stud Jookin’ down the room an’ the bhoys shivered before the oi ay him, I knew him fora brave mzn an’ I liked him so.

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‘*No wan said a word for some They was all ashamed, past spache.

‘* *Fwhat d’you think he will do?’ sez wan ay thim at last. ‘He knows we’re all in ut.’

‘**Are we so?’ sea I from my cot. ‘The man that sez that to me will be hurt. I do not know,’ sez I, ‘fwhat on- derhand divilment vou have conthrived, but by what I’ve seen I know that you

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can not commit murdhber wid another man’s rifle—such shakin’ cowards you are. I’m goin’ to slape,’ I sez, ‘an’ you

can bow my head off whoile not slape, though, for a long time. ye wonder?

“Next morn the news was throrgh all the rig’mint, an’ there was nothin’ that the men did not tell. O’Hara_ re- ports, fair an’ easy, that Vulmea was come to grief trough tamperrin’ wid his

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rifle in barracks, all for to show the mehanism. An’-by my sowl, he had the

impart’nince to say that he was on the shpot at the time an’ cud certify that ut Was an accident! You might ha’ knockeg my roomful down wid a straw whin they heard that. ’I'was lucky for thim that the bhoys were always thryin’ - to find out how the new rifle was made, an’ a lot avy thim had come up for easin’ the pull by shtickin’ bits ay _ grass an’ such in the part av the lock that showed near the trigger. The first issues of the ’'Tinis Was not covered in, I mesilf have eased the pull av mine time an’ agin. A light pull is ten points on the range to me.

** ‘T will not have this foolishness!’ sez the colonel. ‘I will twist the tail off Vulmea!’ sez he; but whin he saw him, all tied up an’ groanin’ in hospital, he changed his will. ‘Make him an early convalescint,’ sez he to the doctor, an’ Vulmes was made so for a warnin’. His big bloody bandages an’ face puckered up to wan side did more to kape the bhoys from messin’ wid the insides av their rifles than any punishmint.

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said, an’ all my siniunel were tao at to inquire, tho’ he put his spite upon thim more wearin’ than before. Wan day, howiver, he tuck me apart very polite, for he cud be that at the choosin’.

‘* *You’re a good sodger, tho’ you’re a damned insolint man,’ sez he.

** ‘Fair words, sargint,' sez I, may be insolint again.’

‘* © 'Tis not like you,’ sez he, ‘to lave your rifle in the rack widout the breech- pin, for widout the breech-pin she was whin Vulmea fired. I should ha’ found the break av ut in the eyes av the holes, else,’ he sez.

‘* ‘Sargint,’ sez I, ‘fwhat wud your life ha’ been worth if the breech-pin had been in place, for on my sowl, my life wud be worth just as much to me if I tould you whether ut was or was not. Be thanktul the bullet was not there,’ I sez.

‘**That’s thrue,’ sez he, pulling his mustache; ‘but I do not believe that you, for all your lip, was in that business.’

** *Sargint,’ sez I, ‘I cud hammmer the life cut av a man in ten minuts wid my fistes if that man dishpleased me; for | am a gecd sodger, an’ I will be threated as such, an’ whoile my fistes are my own they’ra strong enough for all work I have to do. They do not fly back toward me!’ sez I, lookin’ him betune the cyes.

** *You’re a good man,’ me betune the eres—an’ oh, he was a gran’-builé man to see—‘you’re a good man,’ he sez, ‘an’ I eud wish, for th> pure Trolic av ut, that I was not a sar- gint, or that you were not a privit; an’ you think me no coward when I say this thing.’’

“ “f do not,’ sez I. ‘I saw you whin Vulmea mishandled the rifle. But, sar- giut,’ 1 sez, ‘take the wurrd from me now, Spakin’ as man to man, wid the shtripes off, tho’ ‘tis little right I have to talk, me being fwhat I am by nature ’ This time ye tuk ao harm, an’ next time ye may not, bat, in the ind, so sure as Slinimy’s wife came into the veranda, so sure will ve take harm—an’ bad harm.

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Have thought, sargint,’ sez I, ‘it us worth ut?’ ‘You're a bould man,’ sez he, breath-

in’ hard. ‘A very bould man. But I am a bould man tu. Do you go your way, Privit Mulvaney, an’ { will go mine.’’

“We hid no further speche thin or afther, but, wan by another, he drafted the twelve av my room out into other rooms an’ got thim spread among the comp’nies, for they was not a good breed to live together, an’ the comp’ny orf’cers sawiut. ‘hey wud ha’ shot mein the night av they had known fwhat I knew; but they aid nos,

‘‘An’ in the ind, as I said, UO’ Hara met his Ceath from Rafferty for footin’ wid his wife. He wins his own way too well—Eyah, too well! Shtraight to that affair, widout turnin’ to the right or to the Jef’, he wint, an’ may the Lord have mercy on his sowl. Amin!”’

“Kar, ’ear!’’ said Ortheris, pointing the moral with a wave of his pipe. ‘An’ this is ’im ’oo would be a blosmin’ Vul- mea all for the sake of Mullins an’ a bloomin’ button! Mullins never went

after a woman in his life. Mrs. Mullins, she saw ’im one day—’’ “‘Ortheris,’’ I said, hastily, for the

romances of Private Ortheris are slightly too daring for publication ‘‘look at the sun, lt’a quarter past six!’’

“Oh, Lord! Three-quarters of an hour for five an’ a ’arf miles! We'll ‘ave to run like Jimmy O..’

The three musketeers clambered on to the bridge, and departed hastily in the directicn of the cantonment road, When I overtook them I offered them two stirrups and a tail, which they accepted enthusiastically. Ortheris held the tail, and in this manner we trotted steadily through the shadows by an unfrequented

At the turn inte the contonments we heard carriage-wheels. It was the col- onel’s baroucne, and in it sat the col-

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onel’s wife and daughter. I caught a | suppregzed . chuckle, .and my _ heast

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That digged the Ruby from the earth— More cunning brains that made it

worth The large desire of a King; And bolder hearts that through the brine Went down the Perfect Pear! to bring.

Lo, I have wrought in common clay Rude figures of a rough-hewn race; For Pearls strew not the market- place In this my town of banishment, Where with the shifting dust I play And eat the bread of Discontent.

Yet is there life in that I make— Oh, Thou who knowest, turn and see, As Thou hast power over me, So have I power over these, Because I wrought them for Thy sake, And breathed in them mine agonies.

Smeil mirth was in the making. Now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at Thy feet I lay My wares ere I go forth to sell. The long bazaar will praise—but Thou— Heart of my heart, have I done well?

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