Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1857-08-28


TIM, and n wonderful deep drink he tuck
more bctokcn his eyes danced and his heart
warmed. and he felt as boud as brass.
VIII you sign now says the deceiver
Ten years says Tim; the times too
short,
It's long enough to find the likes Of you
in provisions and whiskcy, says the ould
chap.
It's not long enough for the likes O. me
to nte and drink my fill of them, SAYS Tim
viii you give me chance for another
spell, or Just put clause in the writins
You only want me, and don't be blazcn of
wild my bits Of traps and duds; or anything
in the world that belongs to me. such as
as they are
HIark you, Tim saws the ould gentle
man, It's only you want, and if you find
anything belonging to you about me when
I'm going to take you off, I'll give you ten
years more
Agreed, says Tim, there's my mark.
There's mine, and my note of hand.
says the ould chap, giving Tim a grip of
the fist that nearly scorchcd the fingers off
him
Ten years passed, and Tim was sitting
mighty melancholy in the ould cabin
smoking his last pipe and drinking his last
punch, when the quare ould gensleman
stepped in and sat down,
Times up, says he
Not for ten minutes, says Tim point
ing to the clock, 'sit down and make your
self at home
Il will, says the ould one, and I'll do
as much for you, Tim, soon
Tim WINGED, but went on smoking
4 A IL 4. a L =
ing to heap Of shoemaker's wax on a
three legged stool what's that, and what
is it for
That's a secret, says Tim, but | may
as well tell you've use it to take dogs
tails off.
DO you' says the ould one; Tim, dar-
ornaments myself
i know that says Tim, 'more's the
pity, but for that you'd be the dandy itself
so you would
Tim, how can use the wax
Nothing aisier, says Tim; It's no use
to me now, so you re welcome to it. Sit
down on it and | Il be bail your tail will
come off as clean as a whistle
Good luck to you Tim says the ould
one, taking his seat. You'll get place
near the windows for this my boy.
lie had mt been there long before the ould
clock began hammering twelve.
Come, says the ould one
i won't says Tim.
You must. says the ould ono.
'Give me my stool, says Tim.
Up Jumped the ould one, but the wax
was melted and the stool stuck as tight to
HIM as if it was his skin, and the devil
haporth could he pull it off.
1T was lie about the tails, Tim, you
thnfe.'
Faith you're right, your sable majesty
III have you next time, my boy.
Perhaps not, says Tim.
Time flies, says Tim. when the second
ten years was up and his visitor appeared
You'll fly this time, Tim, and without
wings, too, my boy.
'Or course ! will. says 7 i'm.
Come at once said the ould one.
Not till my time S up, it wants a quar-
ter.
In give you no quarter, says the ould
one.
in take it. says lin, won't you take
a safe
The only safe I'll take, will be a resatc in
full for YOU, and that's Yourself, says the
ould one, barring says he, with grin -,
you've any more o that wax handy TO
humbug me again
Not haporth,' says Tim Carroll.
What that = says the ould one, point
ing to an ilegant pump on the floor.
The most beautiful shoe that iyer was
inyinted made it for you try it on
lisa handsome shape says the ould one
Its the model of your foot, and what 5
! that but a beauty, saws Tim.
Don't blarney me. Tim.
NO blarney in life says Tim, 'what
good would it do me, now III hold you
a noggin it fits you
Done, says the Ould one.
Done YOU are, says Tim, and down he
goes on his marrow bones, and buckles the
ould one s foot into the shoe he had nailed
to the ground as tight as leather and steel
could make it.
Hammer, hammer, goes the clock
Come, says the ould one
'Give me my shoe, says Tin.
Take it Off, roared the ould one.
Don't you wish you may get me, says
Tim.
Done again, says the oud one.
Brown, says Tim.
The third times luck, says the ould
one.
4 hope so' says Tim
IIere you are again, says Tin.
Here am for the last ttime ; no bother
but come aloHg I'll have you as sure as
| herings is fish.
Don't be unpleasant says Tim, you
were ever and always pleasant spoken.
'Bathershim' says the ould one, cont
at once
"Give me twenty minutes, says Tim.
Il won't, says the ould one.
'Ten, saws lin,
NO. roared the ould one
Bad luck to you, how long will you give
me, says Tim.
IN give you till that half inch Of rusl
candle is burnt out, and never Il second tn
more
Hurry says Tim as he jumped like MAJ
from his safe, snatching the BIZ Of rus
from the stick, blew 1t out, and clapping
between the leaves Of the old Bible, sd
down upon the blessed book Hurry Nv
done you again You said it should burr
out before you took me, and sorrow the liSl
shall ever come near 1t, OF the blessed boo
it is in.
Its no use repatins the bad lansuag
! the ould one used, but from that mOmcr
he never appeared again. Tim cut til
pOteen and stuck to the good book, bccan
, II dacent, respectable man, and lived to
! good ould age, and that's the real story
: How 1 III Carroll did the ould one -
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