Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1855-12-12

Minis, IS trankneSS ltselI anu Dloo-o'o-
rybody knows Bibo. His integrity has
become so proverbial that he is scarcely
recognized by any other name than that
of q the honest lawyer
The willy Peter now suffered his brow
to clear, and even went so far as to favor
Mr.! Jones with smile. He slowly filed
his glass from his own especial decanter,
and then, rising, said
ooh faix, if it's dacent manners among
the quality. here's wishin' long life to'all
of yees An whin the have his corr
pus' time comes round, may yees go
where all good lawyers go !" But
whether that's up or down." thought
Peter, +" sorra bit can tell"
Neither, apparently, could the parties
themselves, for they received the senti-
ment with the dubious glances at one an
other as if they began to have an instinc-
tive impression that, somehow or other,
that they had " caught Tartar
"Hem much obliged to you, Mulroo>
ney." said Jones, breaking the ominous
silence. 'Dare say you meant we'll, Bibo,
if that bottle is empty, it is time to be off"
The bottle was empty, or nearly SO,
and the company rose, soon after, and
prepared to take their departure.
Tins now approached Peter, and ex-
tended his hand. 'Ofcourse, Mulrooney,
you are one of u.s. said he.
'Of coors. said Peter. putting on his
old puzzled air. Sure, how would l
be otherwise, 1 would like to know ?
Twoud thruble me mighty to make out
the differ
'Ah 1 knew you were the right sort
Of man to stand by your friends;' said
Bins
Begory,' responded Peter, sharply,
'l'de like to see the cobogue that 'ud say
| wasn't
L expect you wouldn't mind fighting
for them, too. if it came to pinch, said
Tins.
Tisn't dirty traneen I'd be worth, if
| did, said Peter, boldly.
'Mulrooney,' said Jones, drawing him
aside, and taking out his purse, dare
say you are not overburLhened with mo-
ney just at present.
'Musha, thin, but it is the blissed truth
yees spakin' any way replied Peter.
Thought as much, will you do me the
favor to accept this ten dollar piece I? /
like to encourage modest merit, and l
thought that, perhaps little loose cash
might be of service to you. Understand
me, Mulrooney, give you this freely, and
as matter of friendly feeling, and not as
candidate for Office
'Tis the raj gintlemen, Mr.. Jones. and
I'll be proud to sarve ye. Would ye like
to hire handy boy that can bate all Con-
h. e
I'll think about it after the election,
replied Jones, moving away. 'Oh, by the
BY he added, suddenly, I need not ask
you, suppose, to bring all your friends
with you to the polls, and perhaps it would
be best for you to vote early'
Anan?' said Peter, looking unuttera-
bly, stupid.
4 think they had all better do so. Tins.
'Augh it's there ye are after all !
muttered Peter, with queer twinkle Of
his eyes that augured anything but sue
cess for the Vaccinations of Jones and his
hackers.
20, yes, said Minis, by all means vote
early
Friends vote Did you mane mo 2 in
quired Peter, assuming an expression Of
GAC utIAOSt peI IPIeAIIy'
Not you alone, but your friends also.
It is a matter of the greatest consequence
that we should mako the strongest kind of
an effort
Deed but that's thrue, does be
thinkin',' responded Peter, slowly; but
how will vote. I'd like to know p
Vote why as other people do!'
'Ayeh that's a;sy to say; but
But what? out with it,
Sorry bit am natheralized" said Pc
ter.
Here was pretty breakdown in the
political machinery of Mr.. Jones. He was
fairly caught in his own trap and his din.
ner, his wines, and his ten dollar gold
piece, all given for nothing. Tins. Minis.
Bins and Bibo stuffed their handkerChicfS,
in their mouthes. AS for Jones, he could
scarce retain his rage; but he managed
to stammer out
o. come. Mulrooney, this is no time for
joking; don't 1 know very we'll you have
vote Q
'Musha, thin it's more than does be
KNOWN myself said Peter.
well. then, said Jones, you can surely
bring up your friends, the Fardowns.!
oh, begorra, said Peter, but it's few
frinds have any way an Mim's in an
otter countdryi'
Tins whistled for an invisible dog
Minis hummed The light of Other days ;
Bins was taken suddenly with very Sc
we're fit of coughing, and Bibo was look
ing steadfastly at something in the mea-
dow which no one could see but himself.
Come gentlemen said Jones, let us
go. 1 can make nothing out Of this fool
Of an Irishman.'
Bedad + said Peter, turning on his
heel, I'D be fool if We did. The dirty
spalpeen, TO think Of bribin' gintlemeu
of anshent dissent. Wild a dinner an a ter