The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1860-04-27

wild hel! of a swagger-a hand on aiche
hip, au' his hat on three hairs, far proud
her an statelier, by gawnies than Mr.. Cro>-
by, or any lord in the kingdom. But
couldn't stand it ! for when seen poor old
Katy pufliu out her ould lanthairn jaws
to make herself look fat an grand like the
landlord, an whin | seen Mick throwin'
out his shins like hin afore day, an com
in up as a cockit to the mother as if he
actialIy thought the gentleman himself
was afore him, gov way, an burst a
laughin SO loud that [ thoroughly fright
ened the acthers out of their wits for the
minnit.
What the devil is that 2 sez Michael
CROWN red.
"'Ogh says the mother, if we're seen
or hard we'll be the shows ov the coun-
thryr
"' Never mind sez Mick again, siger
to begin the practicin', it is some one
sneezin' without, or the gandher cackIin'
Now, yer to spake to me as Misther Cros-
BY
'l'n proud to see you, Misther Mick
ell Neville, ov the mill,' sez Katy, in a
grand tone ov voice, to initiate the squire,
"' I'm delegated to your honor, SIR seq
Mick also grand, but keepin' the hat on,
an the hauds still on the hips.
"' Now, mother sez he agin, you
must say-Misther Neville, I've won my
election canvass an you see the fine an
swer I'll make"
Misther Neville sez Katy, 'Tye
won my election canvass
-haw haw haw sez Mick laughin'
hearty at his own joke.
"'Eh, mother, wasn't that nate p sez
he.
"' Now sez be agin, We outh to say
Misther Neville, will you do my sisther the
honor OF dancin' wild hur an yen hear
as good reply as the other.
Well, Katy repated the words will
you do my sisther the honor ov dancin'
wild hur?'
"' Wad duck swim 2 sez Mick smirk-
in; especially wild beauty for his iliment
ha ha! ha Eh, mother, won't that set
tie their hash 2
oSl IL > NcIScll Is TIE DtS III tuc
mornin',' sez the delighted mother, while [
had the whole tail of my coat thrust into
my my mouth to help me keep in the lsf-
fin.
"' After all, mother cries Mick, you
have no gumpshin Ye must suppose
now, that Miss Crosby an is stanin' on
the hure ready to dance, an it's your busi
ness to represent Jenny Mcguire the Pi-
per SO away wild ye, an get yer chanther'
J Well | looked to see what i'd come
mkt, an before [ could wink my eye-suc
cess to Katy she was satei in style on
couple ov sods oy turf, wild big blath-
er ondher her arm, an stick bethuns her
hands, an she groanin' an gruntin', lettin'
on to tune the pipes.
"' Miss Crosby sez Mick, bowin' as it
we're to the lady, what air shall we dance,
Miss {?
"' Mother, yer to answer for Mis- Cros-
BY in a nate nice voice
"' Suppose T"tther Jack Welsh,' sez
Katy, spskin' small an quite genteel for
the lady.
" Well, my jewil, away goes Katy to
squeeze the blather, finger the stick, an
lit up father Jack Welsh through her
nose, Mick to the fitther at the dancin',
an I-ogh, meila murther to shout, ay,
TO shout larghin'; till losin' all hoult an
all power to keep myself up any longer,
down | tumbes from the roof to the
ground, an l had barely time to run an
get behind ditch, when out comes Mick
an the mother to find out the cause ov the
noise.
"But by gar tha. same tumble didn't
sarve me, an paid for my peepin' for |
turned my ankle in the fall somehow, an |
couldn't walk for day or two afther, so
lost the sport ov watchin the pair for the
remainder of the week. But sez to my
self, sure I'll see the fruits ov the practis,
if | can but make shift to crawl to the
castle on the day Of the faste.'
"Well, that same joyful day come at
last, an | WAS right glad ov it, ye may be
sure, for | expected a power ov fun with
Mick, to say nothin of the good cheer, an
at An early hour was at the castle. OCH
beautiful sight it was for sartin, to see
the great park full ov clane drest, happy
lookin' people, smilin an talkiu' to one
snother-the fine long tables spread out
here and there, with the best Of fine atm
and dhrinkin', and the quollity themselves
welcomin' the people, an shakin' hands
with the ould tensnthry, as plain an free
as the ra'el sort always does. Why, their
very smiles-for they are niver absintees
from us-an' laughin' eyes did our hearts
good. But the happiest man there, sartin-
", was Mick Neville, drest in bis new blue
coat, with brass buttons, a waistcoat, yalla
as yaIIa hammers breast, an his bsauti
fIl legs cased in white cotton stockins for
the first time in his life. My jswil he
was here, there, an everywhere, like pa
per kites tail, showin' himself off; an
thought had lost the use Of eyes and ears
whin | seen him strut up to the young
Squire with the very same airs an atty
tudes he got on with in the barn. ~.
"'Well, Neville said the gintleman,
am glad to see you.'
"'I m obligated to your honor entirely
sir says Mick. 'l'm glad yer worship
has gained yer election canvass, an | hope
soon to see yer riverence set sail--haw
haw haw = an the impstent divil laughed
as be did whin he was practicin' the