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OUR SHORT STORY. I THE VILLAGE VENDETTA. By RADCLIFFE MARTIN. The trouble about Sam Cheffins W3 3 that he håtl ginger whiskers. Now it is a gooe rule to light shy of a ginger-whiskered man You never have done with him in thi' world. My great-uncle said that a bronze topped woman was even worse, but then his second (wife had red hair, so he in a way cj speaking was a bit prejudiced. The real trouble began when Sam Cheffins walked into the Unicorn one evening Jot Bates ra there, and being a big, jolh chap, fond of his joke, he just held his .J)ipE to Cheffins,' whiskers, drew hard, and says "Thanks for the light, Sam. I don't feel nc match shortage when Sam's about." Non who could tsee any harm in a little friend I: joke like that Everybody laughed, but next thing Sam had hit Joe a welter on the nose. Joe dropped his beer-mug down his trousers, and uext minute there was a fine old scrap, with tables flying all ways. It ended in about ten seconds with Sam Cheffins resting the back of his head in a spit-toon and wonder- ing avhy the fly-papers on the ceiling looked hke stars. The landlord came round and ordered Joe Bates out. Awfully down on scrapping was old Billson, He always said iie'd have no fighting in his house, breaking glasses and risking his I fc-ence when there was a. nice back-yard where customers could have as many rounds as they liked without interference, and him ready to provide towels and sponges free and make a book on the Jesuit. Well, every one said that Cheffins had asked for it, for if a man grows whiskers of that colour when he could shave he must expect jokes, and if he's fool enough to hit a chap a foot taller on the nose he deserved all he got. Only, mind you, none cf r:a said these things to Cheffins. If he tcok a bit of a jcrke like that he'd do murder if you gave him a bit of serious argument. Joe Bates was quite willing and anxious to be friendly afte,v,trds, but Chcffins 11 "wouldn't look at him. You eee, it isn't every man that can take a licking proper, or for that matter give one proper. Two months later Jce Bates was going to get married. That's (1. misfortune that comes to most of us, but it came specially hard to him. He came out of his cottage on his wedding day, all dressed up, with his best man. Who should be at the garden gate but -Sam Cheffins, who knocked his top-hat off, jumped on it, and gave Joe one in the eye before he knew what was happening. ,Well. as soon as Joe understood, being a bit dazed with matrimony and his plugged eye. h-e ga-ve Cheffins one that landed him straight through a gooseberry bush and laid him out for ten minutes. Then Bates had to take his best man's top-hat, which was three sizes too email, hold a pocket-knife to his eye all the way to the church, and. got there ten minutes late with an eve that watered all through the service, and made the bride think he was crying because he'd .got to marry her, and upset things gener- ally. Just afterwards old Billson, of the Uni- corn, was. took so bad that he had to give Tip the licence. Customers are ready to make allowances lor sickness, but they've get to have their beer. So Joe Dates took the Unicorn over, and a good business it was. for, t!wugh I say it who shouldn't, there for, a thirstier village than ours in Eng- isn't land. First rule Joe made was that Cheffins was on no account to bo served, as he was set on keeping his house respectable. Still, that didn't seem to make any difference tc Cheffins. From being a two quarts a night man he became teetotal, and seemed happy on it, which was strange, but his whiskers bristled more than ever. Soon afterwards there came our flower- show, and Joe Bates was standing by his stall. so happy in an honourable mention for his onions and first prize for radishes, diat he'd even have kissed Sam Cheffin. All at once Sam Cheffins comes round the corner, throws a handful of onions in Joe's face, and follows it up with one in the jaw. In two seconds there was a scrap going and the stall upset, and such a rumpus as never was. Then the rector and squire came run- ning up to see Cheffins lying bleeding all ,over the rector's first prize sweet peas. "I'm ashaaned of you, Bates," begins the srector. "You a sidesman too! Assaulting -a much smaller man in this cowardly fashion. You're a disgrace to the Church of England And the square breaks in, "Most disgust ing. You're quite unfit to hold a licence. I'll remember this -at the next meeting of licensing magistrates." Poor Joe was always a bit tong-ae-tied. and was so ashamed of himself that he -couldn't explain things, and the rector and squire gave him hell-for-leather in a way of speaking. I tried to cheer Joe up a bit as he went home. You-'d have thought by his sad look that hed had the licking. And' the more I said that I'd explain things to the rector directly the old gentleman got out of his ^nappiness the sadder he became. Of course, it was no good explaining anything to the jsquire, because he never could be mistaken about anything. "He'll he the ruin of me vet," groans Joe ,ccl always kept myself respectable till I pre- -tended to light my pipe at his whiskers." The next night, of course,, I looked in at 'the Unicorn. Joe drew me' into a corner. "This has* got to stop," he said. "1, can't even go to a funeral now without expecting Sam Cheffins to knock me into the grave." "Well, what are you going to do now?" "I'm gcing to challenge him to fight to a finish in the back-yard and settle it once for all." "I shouldn't like to see you hung, Joe," I said. "It's git to be. It's the only way out." "But jou'.ve finished him 'throe times already." "It's got to lle. Will you go to Cheffins and tell bin' that directly his nose is -straight I'll fight him to a finish?" Well, I round very cautious to •Cheffins. I kne.v it wasn't well to quarrel ) with a iiiiii who had whiskers that colour. I said nothing about his nose. When a man's nose is looking round at his left ear he's touchy about it. So I just said Joe would 'be pleased to light him when he felt fit. "I'll fight him, said Cheffins, "and I'll keen on lighting till I've licked him." "fcut he wants it t-o be once for l all." "Till I've licked him." pays Cheffins, quits ifrm. "I'll 1)0 ready this time next week." Anyhow, it seemed to me to be a pity to ..do the village out of a scrap, so I told Joe what was quite true—that Cheffins Iwas xeadyto fight him. A vreeiz later it came off. There never was such a crowd at the Unicorn as on that evening. The (-ash register tinkled all the time. I said to Joe that as a matter of busi- ness he'd best fight Cheffins every week, but Joe says, "Once for all." Well, we'd a i ii(I towels, and Sponges, and a referee all proper. Hobson, "the policeman, being off duty, was referee. It began, and Cheffins flew at Joe like a -tiger. Everyone was glad to see this for no one wanted to see Joe use hm left right away and end the scrap befo::e it had started proper. But the second round waa just the same. Folk began to diout, "Get into him, Joe!" but Joe seemed nervous. Then came the third round, and just as Cheffins went for hivi again Joe dropped his guard and took it right under the chin. He just staggered back and dropped. The Tf'ferec was so amazed that it was a long time before he began to count. Then he 6tammer. One—two—three," up to ten, and says Cheffins has won and he doesn't 'know how the blazes he has managed it. Cheffins walks up and down like a cock on I a dunghill, end asks if anyone else wants a round. No one did. for everyone was that. i isad they hadn't taken the (:)(I,:Is tgainst Cheffins. I went to pick Joe up. "I'm sorry, Joe," I whispers. "Not me." whispers Joe. "I could have killed the little devil if I'd leant on him, 'but this ''d to stop. I ain't slept proper for three monthn on account of 'im."

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