The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1877-05-26

to whom the observation was addressed, :,
replied profanely, 80, blow Llewellynl"
Evan Jones looked at him for mos
ment with an expression of immeasur-
able scorn and disgust, and then turn
ed to his tight hand neighbOr: as a
deshendant of Drwellyn, pears to me
AS a 'scendant-of Llewellyn-" and
! then stopped agSin.
"Cwm nog lwyn bora dwmnath
cwlyd llimach back" (we cannot war>
rant the purity of the authors Welsh,
Ed, replied his right hand neighDor.
"Dwyllog lwmmO gwllock y dina
nos, )" remarked another of the party.
"Cwlla gwyn dwlleth dym da y cwi
hala llewelly caerlOc," responded
Jones, whose tGAgue was loose enough
in his native Welsh, and who would
probably have continued in tile same
strain for some time, had not the chair
man requested attention for the "March
of then Men of Earlech," which was
about TO be given by the choir. Jones
sat still during the chorus, with head
and hand keeping tipsy time to the
measure; but his soul waxed hot within
him under the influence of the inspiring
strains, and no sooner had they ceased
than he wildly got upon His legs, and
said in a loud, thick voice.
"Mis'r Chairman, l shayl IS hum
Dle represen'ive-I mean ancestor-I
mean 'scendant of Llewellyn, don't
think this 'spiciOus Occasion-I shaw l
don't think this 'spcious 'casion-"
''IIere there were loud cries of "Or-
deri" "Chairl" "Sit down." And
Jones was pulled violently down by the
coat. tails by one of his naighbors. The
gentlenanly-looking man to whom we
have alluded in our first chapter was
jones Wis avis at the table. The
scene was so ludicrous that he could not
repress smile, which was observed by
Evan, whose choleric temper fired up in
stantly at the supposed atfront.
"What tn devil you grinning at, look
you?"
"Did I smile? really beg your par
don; but l am quite sure l was not
ginning as you call it,
"You did, sir; you gtinned like
like Cheshire cat, sir. Iappeal to th
gen'lmen present. Names Jones very
good name; 'scendant of Llewellyn; ;and
l 'mand 'stactiOn of a gen'l
"My name is Jones, too, though !
haven't tie honor of being desceud
ant of Llewelyn. There is my card,
sir. and if, when you come to your
sober senses, you desire to apologize
for your unseemly behavior, shall be
happy TO see yOu.'
Evans tight hand neighbor thrust
the card which bore The inscription
Mr.. OWEN JONES.
80 WinslOw Square,
Belgravia, S. w.
into Evans waistcoat- pocket, and the
owner by no means desirous OF being
involved in an after.dinner brawl
moved away to another part of the
table. By dint of little humoring
those around managed to soothe thi
fiery Evan into comparative tranquil
ty, aud after few more desultory OBJ
servations, wherein his dissent frOu
Llewellyn still played prominent part
he leant back in his chair, and wa
speedily fast asleep.
The tOasts came to an end at last, tht
bards packed up their harps, and the
last of the guests departed, leaving
Evan Jones still sound asleep in hi
chair. A council of walters was helC
over tie sumbering hero and endeavOr
were made to rouse him. They shool
him, they pinched hm-but all in vain
He couldn't, or he wouldn't, wake up
They succeeded in getting out of hin
that his name was Jones. but to I
further inquiry as to where lie lived h
only murmured, "scendant of Llew
ellyn," and relapsed again into a still
, deeper slumbers.
, "You'll have to give him a shak
down among the empty bottles, vii
liam," said one.
"Not if know it," replied the head
waiter. He might wake up in Tn
night and walk off with the spoons. No
we must find out where he lives, some
how. Some of you must look in hi
pockets, will you? Perhaps the gen
. has a card-cass about him."
, No sooner said than done.
"Here's card" said one, diving in
to Evans waistcoat. pocket. "'Ml
owen Jones, 50 Winslow Square,"
"Thars him right enough; he sal
I his name was Jones. lie don't loo
I much like WinslOw.Square sort, doe
b. he? But there's no accounting f,
!. these Welsh gents. Just as well he Ia
A his pasteboard about him, thOugl
; wasn'tit? or he wouldn't have got hon
n tonight"
n 1t was a little after eleven o'cloc
# when four wheel cab drove up to I'll
door of No. 90 WinslOw Square.
y "This is Mr. Jones', ain't it?" sal
; the cabman to the smart larlor ma
1t who answered his knock at the door.
:, "Yes, this IS Mr.. Jones', answere
a the maid.
r, That's the name right enougl
II Here's the card they gave me; M
|. Owen Jones, No. 90.' Well, look her
II Tve brou ght your master from Il
d Welsh dinner. lIe've been enjoying
n his wine a goodsh bit, l should sa
g and can't wake him up nOhOw."
;. "You don't mean to say he's take
N too much?"
In "Well, miss. that depends. l dor
la think myself, in a general way, a ge
Is tleman can take too much; the more Il
"a merrler, l says. But he's pretty.i
g. gone, anyhow"
m The maid rushed i'm 10 lar mistrps