The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1852-05-06
EDENSDURG, THURSDAY, NAY s, 1852

''Oh couldn't CO. exclaimed Paul ''Id
| niver how'd out until that. Inever get my din
ner later than two o'clock. Blur an nouns !
sure, man ought to be going to bed at six
Was it from Tom you larned such outlandish
hours By Cor when he was at home he
wouldn't be done his breakfast till he'd be goin
to bed, though he used to begin whin he'd get
up. He commonly made but one meal day.
but it lasted from mornin' till night"
Indeed, Mr.. Dougherty, I'll take no ex-
cuse you must come and dine at SIX" urged
| Mr.. B.
'Anaugh Betty, do va hear that ?" said Paul
! to his wife.
''Go, Paul, avick, it may sarge Tom," said
Betty.
Faith, an may be so,'' answered Paul
well sur, you wont be put off I'll go and
dine wild you at six
"Well, good bye; I viii expect punctually ;
! farewell -
| And here Dir, Beamton made his bow and with
! drew. But as the subsequent part of our narra-
| tive cannot be given in the third person, we
must leave it to Mr. Dougherty himself to de-
| scribe the entertainment of the evening. We
have taken some pains to give his own words
| UeT6GfiHa, which follows
''Whin Squire Beamton left the house, by
gor [ wint and brushed up my duds, and black
ened my pumps, and put on my buckles but
/ the mint two o'clock KEN thought the stomach
would fall out Ov wild the hunger How
sOmedeyer, sez l. I'll bear everything for Toms
/ sake, so passed it over as well as / could. an
I thought every hour in the day that it was six.
an time for meself to be off, for l had mile ov
| ground to walk to the parade. So I tuck nv
cane an my gloves, and sauntered away very
! leisurely till l KEN TO the parade, an as had
| the number of the door, | recboned upon my
| fingers, an know'd | could make no mistake
Whin had counted the steps l looked up, an
| diyil finer house an place ever I laid my
two good-looking eyes upon than SQUIRE
..Beamtons, wild hall door big enough
for bishop, an the full ov yer first ov q
brass rapper on it, not to talk ov beautiful
brass plate with an illegent big B, an an E af-
ther it, an thin an A, an thin an M-making
beam. Right, by gor SEE l. this is the place
an lifted up the big brass rapper an give a
| pound that 'ud drive a twenty-penny nail to the
! head. Presently the door was opened mighty
smart an jintleman wild a green coat an pow
| dered head, an bundles of goold strings from
his shoulders, and red breeches an white stock
ings-axed meself very snappishIy entirely,
did want to knock down the house o"
''No, sir, in troth thin sez l. .'tisn't meself
that would hurt hair ov its head"
| ''Thin what do ye want" seq he mighty
Grass.
''Why thin, in troth, it Mr. Besnton want.
says l.
eye can't see him., sez he, slappin' the door
in my face.
Blur an turf, sez | to mesef, isn't this Nigh
ty dacent treatment. Well, afther waitin' a
while, thought I'd try again for Toms sake.
not to talk of the starvation that's in nv stom-
ach this mint, on account of keeping my appe-
tite for the jintlemans dinner that he promised
to give me. So L give another rap, an the
same jintleman opened the door agin he looked
} mighty wicked, but afore he had time to say a
word, sez I
| 81 ak yer riverence's pardon but isn't this
! Nisther Beamton's an sure he axed me to dine
with him, an sure this is square threatmint."
whats yer name, sur sez he, mighty po-
lite
''Paul Dougherty,' sez I, takin' off my hat
and showing him my manners.
81 beg yer pardon, SIR sez he "come in ay
ye place"
So he bowed and scraped twice as low as
did, showing me the way in, all the time. Whin
he sut the door, sez he
''Will You show me your hat, sir ?''
"lndade an L will, an welcome, sir" sez /
Fit was made by Beahan, in Patrick street. and
cost but fifteen shillings very dacent man il
you want to buy one.'
''0ch sure,' sez he, 'ye mistake me intirelv
l only wanted ye to give me yer hat
''Give it to you ?" sez 1, 'sbe gor that is too
bad Would ye have me go home in the nigh
without my hat %
fOch sur, ye mistake mel only want t.
put by yer hat till ye go home"
''The divil thrust ye," sez sswhat 'ud max,
me give ye my hat at all, at ALL Can't tax,
care of it meself?"
Sez he-'tEvery jintleman that dimes here
gives me his hat to take care ov.''
Well, ye see the fellow was so persuadin' tha
there was no getting over it. So, sez Och
very WELL PLACE yer reverence, put it in a clan
place"
So he TUX and put it by.
'Ill thank ye for yer cane sur sez anothe
, jintleman, as Ipassed him by.