The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-03-03
The Three DaNiIa.

Seymour, have you heard the story
Paddy Sullivan tells Of himself?"
"No. Is that the man that lives in
the neat, white washed cottage on the
bank of the river T.
'.The same" replied Richard Butler
to his cousin, Mr.. Seymour, as they sat
over their wine, on beautiful summer
evening. The whole of the surround
ing country belonged to him and there
were few of the peasantry you met for
a mile round who would not, when
asked who he was, reply, "the Mas
ther," thinking that explanation enough.
"The same-but you must hear him
yourself May trouble you to pull the
bell-thank you-it is nothing without
his own description. John Ito SER
want, send up to Paddy Sullivan, and
tell him l will thank him to come
down"
Paddy was soon seen spreading"
down; he seemed a fine stout man
about forty, who, when he entered the
room, exhibited laughable exterior.
His Sunday coat was taken from "the
box" and donned over his everyday
waistcoat, and his old working breeches
formed but poor contrast TO bis bright
light blue stockings, part of the Sunday
attire also. And to crown all, the
could caubeen" surmounted his tall
person, like the "cap of liberty" on
May-pole. ,.
"a fine evening, Paddy" said Rich
ard.
"Wisha, an that's the truth for your
honor, God bless it !" was the reply.
"Paudy, / sent for you to beg you
would tell the story OF "The Three
Devils to Mr.. Seymour, my cousin. +"
"Ya then, tits would do 80 for your
honor's dog, let alone the fine young
gentleman, and tits sorry l am tits not
better, Masther Richard. But the
story, sir. 1t was just next Michael
mas five years, afther our having most
of the harvest gother in, in the little
haggart, when l came home from the
work, an sure enough | was tired; it
was about FIVE O'Clock, an twas for all
the world such an evening as this.
Well, as l was saying, atther / came
back, | went outside the door and sat
down; an sure l hadn't been there
long, when up comes three little de-
cent-loOking men, all in black, an to
tell the truth, l didn't like their looks
at all. Well, one of the fellows says to
me, 'Arrah, Paddy Sullivan, isn't that
your name"
"That's tErue for you" says l twas
that was christened surely; but how
do you know my name" Z" says l-Gor
if | was to be shot, l couldn't say say
sir to the fellows.) .gr. e
"Don't be aflher asking what you
know nothing about" says the little
fellow. ...r.."
sAnd sure that's my reason for ak.
ing" says l, ''bekase don't know it. .
w"Why then Paddy" says he, ,"do yor
think I'll make you as wise as myselfF
An thin they all set up laugh, an
such laugh An thin says anothel
feller to me, says he, "Paddy, do yoV
know the way to the roadf'
FAX, if ! don't, ought" says /
an wild that the first feller, who wa
the master over them, as you are ovel
us, sir (nOt that / compare ye), say
mighty hard and slow .a
NPaday Sullivan" says he, ''you haC
betther answer the gentleman, say
he, "dye hear?'
'sWeil do, if that will plaze ye,
says |, though smart ! spoke, ! wa
shiveriDg all over. -. ~
can fye do" says the masther
"will you show it to us, as we want t
know the way'" a 4Ga.
a."There' a word wantin'," says1.
ooh, iss!" says he, an wild that h
cocks up his nose IAN a fine one he ha
of bis own, that is a big one, / mau'