Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-12-06

in surprised tone; "But l though
that you could surely afford to max
such a profitable customer as meself tn
trifing prisint of cigar"
"Mr. Ryan is perfectly right" sait
one of the gentlemen present, slyly
winking at the bothered barber, who
seeing that the Irishman was in rea
earnest handed him the weed, which wa
accepted with a smile and not tungracefu
bow by the recipient, who then request
ed light, which was given him. HI
Lit the cigar, and after two or thre,
whiffs remarked: "Thls is rale ILL
gent article, and shall recommend ths
same to the b'ys,"
Another laugh followed this remark
He then once more surveyed himself in
the gilss, and as a smile of huge salts
faction illumined his features he turned
to those present and said:
"Sure, gintlemen, me Molly will niv.
er know me, but will take me for an il.
ligant gentleman entirely. Murther
won't have the fun wild her tonight y
He stepped toward the door, and was
on the point of going out, when All idea
seemed to strike him, and he turned
round again and thus delivered himself
"Whiniver l come here again, an
any gintleman wishes to take my
turren l shall not refuse to thrade ~
'Thank you," said Mr.. johnson, 81
am much obliged to you for your Gus
tOm."
A cunning twinkle appeared in Pats
eyes as he took the doOr-knOb in his
hand, and as he opened the door and
said: ''Sure, an ye don't look like it."
With these words he finally departed,
with deafening roar of laughter fol-
lowing him.
Mr.. johnson bore the terrible quiz
zing of his customers with tolerable
| grace, and observed: "It will be my
turn to laugh when 1 present my bill
to Mr.. Selwyn."
On the following evening Pat entered
the saloon again, but 10! what change
had come over him. His face wore a
serious expression, and with bashful
glance at the barber he beckoned to
him and whispered:
"Could ye take the color out av me
mOustache please?"
What's the matter with it?" asked
johnson, amused at the lugubrious face
of Pat.
"Mather enough, sur" was the reply.
"Me Molly went sore agen me whin |
prisinted meself before her last night,
dressed in me best sthyle, and saluted
her wild; ''How are We me darlint?"
''She jist sprang to her feet, and conf
in up to me cried' 'What befrizzled
and parfumed blackguard is this that
comes fornenst me an has the impi-
dence to call me his darlint?' You see,"
he continued, dolefully, "she did not
recognize me at all, at ALL"
"It's smeself-your own dear Patrick ,
sez l, bouldly.
"'My swateheart, Patric Ryan is
gintleman, and not a monkey like yer
sIlf,' said she, an wild that she sazed
sthick of kindlin' wood, and befoor |
could at all be on my guard she whacked
me belt on the COB, gave me lifther
in the lag, and then counter hit across
the jugular, and. may the divil take me,
sur, if she didn't cause me to bate a re-
trate whether l wud or no."
81 am very sorry for you, Mr.. Ryan,"
said the barber.
''Diyil as sorry as l am" was the re-
ply. "But could We take the color out
of me moustachc, phase? You see l
took the kink out of the currels, but
divil the washing will faze the color in
the moustache,"
81 am sorry to say that time alone
can remedy that" replied johnson.
"Timer" cried Ryan, with a puzzled
look. "What do We name by that?"
GAS your moustache grows it will
come out in its original color, and you
can trim it as it grows until all the
black is removed" said the barber.
''Whirrah! Och! be me soul is that
so, Misther Barber ?" cried the delighted
fellow, as he grasped the others hand.
"YOu may depend on its being a
fact" was the reply.
SLOWLY mother of Moses" said Pat,
dancing around the shop like one de-
mented, "but Pm the happy man to-
night;" then suddenly sobering down,
he once more approached the barber,
and in a confidential whisper said:
''Do ye know that 1 was under the i'm
preshun that the color would stick to
me all me life; that 1 was dyed in the
wool like naygur?"
Mr.. johnson laughed heartily at this
confession and again assured him tl.at
time and patience would set him all
right, which so delighted Ryan that he
repeated the Irish jig to the imminent
danger of some of the barber's furni-
ture. But he cooled down again and
after once more expressing his thanks,
he prepared to depart.
"Call soon again." said johnson,
For a moment comical expression
rested on Ryan's face, then with the re-
mark, 81 don't think l will, Misther
Barber, for We see the results of me last
visit here are not of the most agreeable
nathure good night, an obliged to ye."
And he was gone to return no more.
This is the tale as it was told me on
my next visit to the barber shop and
cheerfully paid the bill that johnson
presented, for 1 declared that the divert
isement had derived from his recital
was worth the price paid for it.
sleep and Dreaming.
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