ti rad a ROL FSS LSC LEP EL eS eeeevercse NS BLACK JACK, PIGIOFS AS ————$—$$—$—$ BY RUDYARD KIPLING, + = LSTA SSSA SAAS SAA egs es ray EBELELZZZED There is a writer called Louis Stevenson, who makes cate iniay-work in biack and files out to the fraction of a has writtten a story abeuf a Suicide Clab, wherein men gambled for Death, because other amusements did not bite My triend Private Mulvaney nothing about Mr. Stevenson, but he once assisted informally at a met zr of almost such a club as that genticman has described; and his words are true. Mr. Rabert most deli- white, and hair. He Meaientle suliicienti® knows As the three musketeers share their silver, tobacco, and liquor together, as they protect each other in barracks or camp, and as they rejoice together over the joy of one, so do they divide their sorrows. When Ortheris’s irrepressible tongue has brought him into cells for a season, or Learoyd has run amuck through his kit and accoutrements, or Mulvaney has indulged in strong waters, and under their influence reproved his commanding officer, you can see the trouble in the faces of the untouched twain. And the rest of the regiment know that comment or jest is unsafe. Generally the three avoid orderly rvom and the corner shop that follows, leaving both to the young bloods who have not sown their wild oats; but there are oc- | For instance, Ortheris was sitting on the drawbridge of the main gate of Fort Amara, with his hands in his pockets and his pipe, bow! down, in his mouth. Learoyd was lying at full length on the turf of the glacis, kicking his heels in the air, and I came round the corner and asked for Mulvaney. Ortheris spat into the ditch and shook his head. “No good seein’ ’im,”’ said Ortheris, *‘ 'e’s a bloomin’ camel. Lis- ten.’’ { heard on the flags of the veranda op- posite to the cells, which are close to the guard room, & measured step that I could have identified in the tramp of an army. There were twenty paces crescen- do, a pause, and then twenty diminuenda. “That's ‘im,’’ said Ortheris; ‘‘my Gawd, that's *im! All for a bloomin’ button you could see your face in an’ a bito’ Hp that a bloomin’ Harkangel would ’a’ guv back.’’ Mulvaney was doing pack-drill—was compelled, that is to say, to walk up and down for certain hours in full marching order, with rifle, bayonet, ammunition, knapsack, and overcoat. And his offense was being dirty on parade! I nearly fell into the rort ditch with astonishment and wrath, for Mulvaney is the smartest man that ever mounted guard, and would as soon think of turning out un- cleanly as of dispensing with his trousers. “‘Who was the sergeant that checked him?’’ I asked. **Mullins, o' course,"* said Ortheris. “There ain't no other man would whip ‘im on the peg so. But Mullins ain't a man, 'E’s a dirty little pigscraper, that's wot ’e is.’’ ‘““What did Muvaney say? He’s not the make of man to take that quietly.’’ **Said! Bin better for ’im if ’e’d shut ‘is mouth. Lurd, ‘ow we laughed! ‘Sar- gint,’ "e sez, ‘ye say I'm dirty. Wel,’ sez 'e, ‘when your wife lets you blow your own nose fer yourself, perhaps you'll know wot dirt is. You're himper- fectly eddicated, sargint,’ sez ’e, an’ then we fellin. But after p’raae, 'e was up an’ Mullins was swearin’ ‘imself black in the face at ord'ly room that Mulvaney ‘ad called ‘im a swine an’ Lord knows wot all. You know Mullins. 'E’ll ‘ave *is ‘ead broke in one o’ these days. ’K’s teo big a bloomin’ liar for ord’nary con- sumption. ‘Three hours’ can an’ kit.’ sez the colonel; not for bein’ dirty on p'race, but for ‘avin’ said somethin’ to Mullins, tho’ Ido not believe,’ sez ’e. ‘you said wot ’e said you said.’ An’ Mul- vaney fell away sayin’ nothin’. You know 'e never speaks to the colonel for fear o’ gettin’ 'imself fresh copped.”’ Mullins, a very young and very much married sergeant, whose mamners were partly the result of innate depravity and partly of imperfectly digested board schocl, came over the bridge, and most rudely asked Ortheris what he was do- ing. **Me?’’ said Ortheris. ‘‘Ow! I'm wait- a oe pe y 2 bs SICK HEADACHE bs Positively cured by thcse Little Pills. They <iso relieve Distress from Dyspepsia, Indigestion and Too Wearty Eating. A per- fect remeay for Dizziness, Nausca, Dr wsi- ness, Bad Tastcin the Mouth, Coated Toagus Pain in the Side, TORPID LIVER. They Regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable Small Pill. Small Dose. _ Srnall Price. Substitution the fraud of the day. See you get Carter's, Ask for Carte:’s, insist and demand Carter's Littic Liver Pills | THE DAJLY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, DECEMBER 23 1897. ing tor my along yit?”’ Mullins turned purple and passed on. There was the sound of a gentle chuckle from the glacis where Learoyd lay. ‘"E expects to get his c’mission some day,"’ explained Ortheris; ‘‘Gawd ’elp the mess that ‘ave ~ put their ’ands into the same kidd’y as\'im! Wot time d’vou make it, sir? Fower! Mulvaney’ll be out in ‘arf an hour. You don’t want to buy a dorg, sir, do yon? A pup you can trust—'arf rampore by the colonel’s grey’ound,’’ ‘Ortheris,’’ [ answered sternly, for I knew what was in bis mind, ‘‘do you mean to say that—’"’ © Misslon, Seed 16 comin **I didn’t mean to arx money o’ you, any’ow,’’ said Ortheris: “I'd ‘a’ sold you the dorg good an’ cheap. but —but —I know Mulvaney'll want somet%in’ after we've walked ‘im orf, an’ I ain’t nor ‘’e asn’t sooner sell you the dorg, sir. °S I would!” A shadow fell on drawhbrid ga, and Crtheris beean to into the air, lifted by a huge hand tpon his collar. “Onything but t’braass,’’ said Lea- rord quietly, as he held the Londoner ever the ditch ‘“‘Onything but t’braass, Orth ‘ri 3 n m! Ah’ve Zot one rupee eight ma own.’? He two coins. and replaced Ortheris on the drawbridge rail. ‘Very good,’’ I said; ‘‘where are you going to? neither, I’@ trewth got nothin’, the riec ri i’ S annas of shawed ‘Goin’ to walk ’im orf wen ’e comes out—rwo miles or three or fower,’’ said Ortheris, The footsteps within ceased. I heard the dull thud of a knapsack falling on a bedstead, followed by the rattle of arms. Len minutes later, Mulvaney, faultlessly attired, his lips compressed and his face as black as a thunder-storm, stalked into the sunshine on the draw bridge. Learoyd and Ortheris sprang from my side and closed in upon him, both lean- ing toward as horses lean upon the pole. In an instant they had disappeared down the sunken road to the cantonments, and 1 was left alone. Mulvaney had not seen fit to recognize me; wherefore, I felt that his trouble must be hee vy "pon him. I climked one of the bastions and watched the figures of the three muske- teers grow smaller and smaller acress the plain. They were walking as fast as they could put foot to the ground, and their heads were bowed. They fetched a great com ss round the narade-ground. skirted the cavalry lines, and vanished in the belt of trees that fringes the low land by the river, I followed slowly, and sighted them— dusty, sweating, but still keeping up their long, swinging tramp—on the river bank. They crasbed through the forest reserve, headed toward the bridge of boats, and presently established them- selves on the bow of one of the pontoons. 1 rode cautiously till I saw three puffs of white smoke rise and die ont in the clear evening air, and knew that peace had come again. At the bridge-head they waved me forward with gestures of wel- come. ‘*Tie up your ’orse,’’ shouted Ortheris, “an’ come on, sir. We're goin' ‘ome in this ’ere bloomin’ beat.” From the bridge-head toe the forest officer’s bungalow is buta step. The mess-man Was there, and would see that a man held my horse. Did the sahib re- auire aught else—a peg, or beer? Ritchie Sahib had left half a dozen bottles of the latter, bnt since the sahib was a friend of Ritchie Sahib, and he, the mess-man, Was a poor man— I gave my order quietly, and returned to the bridge. Mulvaney had taken off his boots, and wus dabbling his toes in the water; Learoyd was lying on his back on the pontoon and Ortheris was pretend- ing to row with a big bamboo. “I’m an ould fool,’’ said Mulvaney, retlectively, ‘‘dhraggin’ you two out here bekase I was undber the black dog —sulkin’ like a child. Me that was soldtrin’ when Mullins, am’ be damned to him, was shquealin’ on a counterpin for foive shillin’s a week, an’ that not paid! Bhoys, I’ve took vou foive miles out ave natural pervarsity. Phew!’’ ‘*Wot’s the odds as long as you're ‘appy?’’ said Ortheris, applying himself atresh to the bamboo, ‘‘As well ‘ere as anywhere else,’’ Learoyd held up a rupee and an eicht- anna bit. and shook his head sorrowfully. ‘*Five mile from t’ canteen, all along 0’ Mulvaney’s blasted pride.” “IT know ut,’’ said Muivaney, peni- tently. ‘*Why will yo come wid me? An’ yet I wud be mortial sorry if ye did not —any time—though Lam ould enough to know betther. But I will do pennance. I will take a dhrink av wather.’’ Ortheris squeaked shrilly. The butler of the forest bungalow was standing near the railings with a basket uncertain how to clamber down to the pontoon. ‘“*Might ‘a’ know’d you'd ‘a’ got lisuor out 0’ bloomin’ desert, sir,’’ said Ortheris, gracefully, to me. Then to the mess-man: ‘‘Easy with them there bot- tles. They’re worth their weight in gold. Jock, ye long-armed beggar, get out o’ that an’ hike ’em down.’’ Rearoyd had the basket on the pontoon in an instant, and the three musketeers gathered round it with dry lips. They drank my health in dne and aneient form, and thereafter tobacco tasted sweeter than ever. They absorbed all the beer, and disposed themselves in pictar- esque attitudes to admire the setting sin —no man speaking for awhile, Mulvaney’s head dropped upon his chest, and we thought that he was asleep, ‘‘What on earth did you come so far for?’ I whispered to Ortheris. ‘“*To walk ’im orf, o’ course. When ’e’s been checked we allus walks ’im orf. ’E ain’t fit to be spoke to those times—nor ’e ain’t fit to leave alone neither. So we takes ’im till ’e is.’’ Mulvaney raised his head. and stared straight into the sunset. ‘‘I had my rifle,’’ said he dreamily, ‘‘an’ I had my baynit, an’ Mullins came round the corner, an’ he looked in my face an’ gripned dishpiteful. ‘You can’t blow your own nose,’ sez he. Now, I can not tell fwhat Mullin’s expayrience may ha’ been, but, Mother av God, he was nearer to his death that minut’ than I have iver been to mine—and that’s less than the thicknuss av a hair!’’ ‘*Yes,*’ seid Ortheris calmly, ‘‘you’d look fine with all your buttons took orf, an’ the band {Ig front o’ yey, walkin’ roun’ Blow eune. Were poor Lront-reoKk men, me an’ Jock, when the rig’ment’s in 'ollow square. Bloomin’ fine you'd look. ‘The Lord giveth an’ the Lord taketh awai—Heasy with that there drop! —Rlessed be the name o’ the Lord!” He gulped in a quaint and suggestive fashion, **Mullins! Wot’s Mullins?’ said Lea- royd slowly. ‘‘Ah’d take a comp’ny o’ Mullinses—ma hand behind me. Sitha, Mulvaney, dun not be a fool.’ “You were not checked for fwhat you did not do, an’ made a mock av afther. "Twas for less than that the Tyrone wud ha’ sent O’Hara to hell, instid av lettin’ him go by his own choosin’, whin Rafferty shot him,’’ retorted Mulvaney. “And who stopped the Tyrone from doing it?’’ I asked. “That ould fool who's sorry he didn’t | stick the pig Mullins.’’ His head dropped again. When he raised it he shivered and put his hands on the shoulders of his two companions, **¥o'’ro walked the divil bhoys,’’ said he. Ortheris shot out the red-hot dottel of his pipe on the back of his hairy fist. ‘“They say ’ell’s ‘otver than that,’ said he, as Mulvaney swore aloud. ‘You be warned so. Look yonder!’’—he pointed across the river to arnined temple— **Me an’ you an’ ’im’’—he indicated ma by «a jerk of his head—‘‘was there one day when Hi made a bloomin’ show o’ out ave me, myself. You an’ ’im stopped eme doin’ such—an’ Hi was on’y wishful for to desert. You are makin’ a bigger bloom- in’ show o’ yourself now.’’ “Don’t mind him, Mulvaney,’’ I said “Dinah Shadd won’t let you hang your- | self yet awhile, and you don’t intend to try it either. Let’s hear about the Tyrone and O’Hara. Rafferty shot him for fool- ing with his wife. What hapepned before ' that?’ ““There’s no fool like an ould fool. You know you can do anythin’ wid me whin I’m talkin’. Did I say I wud like to cut Mullins’s liver out? I deny the imputashin, for fear that Orth’ris here wud report me~-Ah! You wud tip me into the river, wud you? Sit quiet, little man. Anyways Mullins is not worth the troubie ave an extry p’rade, an’ I will trate him wid outrajis contimpt. The Tyrone an’ O'Hara! O'Hara an’ the Ty- rone, begad! Ould days are hard to bring back into the mouth, but they’re always inside the head,’’ Followed a long pause. ‘*O’Hara was a divil. Though I saved him, for the honor ay the rig’mint, from his death that time, I say it now. He was a divil—~a long, bould, black-haired divil.’’ ‘*Which way?’’ asked Ortheris. ‘*Women.”’ “Then I know another.’’ *‘Not more than in reason, if you mane me, ye warped walkin’-stick. I have been young,an’ forwhy should I not have tuk what Ieud? Did I iver, whin I was corp’ril, use the rite avy my rank—wan step an’ that taken away, more’s the sorrow 4n’ the fault av ne!—to prosecute a nefarious inthrigue, »s O'Hara did? Did I, whin I was corp ril, lay my spite upon & man an’ make his life a dog's life from day to day? Did [ lie, as ©’Hara lied, till the young wans in the Tyrone turned white wid fear av the judgment av God killin’ thim all in a lump, as ut killed the woman at Devizes? I did not! I have sinned my sins, an’ I have made my confesshin, an’ Father Victor knows the worst av me. O’Hara was tuk, before he cud spake, on Rafferty’s doorstep, an’ no man Knows the worst aw him. But this much I know! | “The Tyrone was recruited any fashion in the ould days, A draf’ from Conne mara—a draf’ from Portsmouth—a draf’ from Kerry, an’ that wasa biazin’ bad drat’—here, there and iverywhere—but the large av thim was Qirish—Black Oirish. Now there are Oirish an’ Oirish. The good are good as the best, but the bad are wurrst than the wnhoerst. ‘Tis this way. They clog together in pieces as fast as thieves, an’ no war knows fwhat they will do till wan turns informer an’ the gang is bruk. But ut begins again, a day later, meetin’ in holes an’ corners an’ swearin’ bloody oaths, and = shtickin’ a man in the back an’ runnin’ away, an’ thin waitin’ for the blood money on the reward papers—to sce if ut’s worth enough. Those are the Biaek Oirish, an’ tis they that bring dishgrace upon the name av Oireland, an’ thim I would kill—as I nearly killed was wanst. “But to reshume. My room—’twas before I was marricd—was wid twelve av the scum av the earth—the pickin’s av the cutter—mane men that Iwud neither laugh nor talk ner yet get dhrunk as a man shud, Ther thried some av their dog’s thricks on me, but I dhrew a line ‘round my cot, an’ the man that thrans- gressed ut wint into hespitad fer three days good. '*O’ Hara had put his spite on the ream —he was my color sarzint—arn’ nothin’ cud we do to plaz him. I was younger than I am now, an’ I tuk what I got in the way av dressing down and _ punish- ment-dbrill wid my tongue in my. cheek. But it was diff’rint with the others, an’ why I can not say, excipt that «ome men are borrun mane an’ go to dhirty mur- dher where a fist is more than enough. Afther a whoile they changed their chune to me an’ was desp'rit frien’ly— efl twelve av thim cursin’ O’Hara in cherus (To be Continued ) Gan Now Walk Laid Up for Three Years With a Scrofula Sore, ‘“*T was laid up three years with a ran- ning sore on one of my limbs. 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