Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-04-20

deed) to represent the "leek," sacred to the
occasion. A perfect hurricane Of MS and
ms and p's and rs and w's few about the
room, only ceasing for a few moments
when the chairman rose to propose toast,
or the bards at the far end of the banquet
hall tuned their harps for some Cambrlan
melody. Evan Jones was seated at the fes-
tive board, but, alas, no longer the splek-
and-span Evan Jones who had but couple
of hours earlier left the Office of Messrs.
Berwick & Brown. His carefully brushed
hair was now rough and dlsheveled, his
face red, his shirt-front limp and crumpIed,
his utterance thick, and his general appear
ance that of gentleman who has dined
mot wisely, but too we'll" Poor Evan had
been by no means immodeiate in his pota-
tons, but he had so weakened himself by
long fasting that the little he had taken had
an exaggerated effect upon him, and be
was rapidly becoming argumentative, not
TO say pugnacious. 1t was au article of
faith with him, even In his sober moments,
that he was in some mysterious way con-
nected with the last of the Welsh Kings,
and in his present elevated condition this
idea took possession of his mind with re-
| doubled emphasis. He had more than
once commenced a sentence beginning,
"As 'scendant of Llewellyn," but with
out getting any further. At the second fail
uro his left hand neighbor, 10 whom the
observation was addressed, replied profane
| ly, 40 blow Llewellynr' Evan Jones
looked at him for moment wi tn an ex-
| preston of immeasurable scorn and dis
gust, and then turned TO his right hand
neighbor: as descendant Of Llewelyn,
| pears to meas a 'scendant-of Llewellyn
-" and then stopped again.
"Cwm nog lwyn bora dwmnath cwlyd
Ilimach bah,"$ replied his right hand
neighbor.
"Dwyllog lwmmO gwllOch dina nos"
remarked another OF the party.
"Cwlla gwyn dwyllelh dym da y cwi ba
la llewel!y caerioc,' responded Jones,
whose tongue was loose enough in his ma
tive Welsh, and who would probably have
continued in the same strain for some time
had not the chairman requested attention
for the "March of the Men of Harlech,"
which was about TO be given by the choir.
Jones sat still during the chorus, with head
and hand keeping tipsy time to the meas
ure 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 loud
thick voice,
"Mis'r Chairman, l shay! IS humble
represen'tiye-I mean arcestor-I mean
scendant- of Llewellyn, don't think
this 'spicious occasion-I shay don't think
this 'spicious casiou-"
Here were loud cries of "Order p
"Chairr - "Sit DOWN. and JGnes was
pulled violently down by the coat-tails by
one Of his neighbors. The gentlemaLly
looking man to whom we have alluded in
our first chapter was Jones's us a. pis at
The table. The scene was 80 ludicrous that
he could not repress a smile, which was
observed by Evan, whose choleric temper
fired ur instantly at the supposed sfirout.
"What tn devil you grinning at, look
your
"Did smile? really beg your pardon;
but am quite sure ! was not 'grinning,'
as you call it,"
"You did, Sir; you grinned like-like
Cheshire cat, Sir. appeal TO TIL gen'lmen
present. You've suited me, Sir-sulted
me grossly. Names Jones; very good
name; 'scendant of Llewellyn; and
'mand 'sfactiOn of gen'lman."
"My name isJones, TOO, though haven't
the honor Of being descendant of Llew-
ellyn. There is my card, Sir; aud if when
you come TO your sober senses you desire
to apologize for your unseemly behavior,
shall be happy to see you"
Evans right-hand neighbor thrust the
card, which bore this inscription,
Mr.. OWEN JONES,
30 Winslow square,
BelgravIa, s. w.
into Evans waisicost pocket, and the own
er, 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 the fiery Evan into comparative
tranquility, and after few more desultory
observations, wherein his descent from
Llewellyn still played prominent part, he
leaned back in his chair, and was speedily
fast asleep.
The toasts came to an end at last, the
bards picked up their harps and the last of
the guests departed, leaving Evan Jones
still asleep in his chair. A council of wait
ers was held over the slumbering hero, aud
endeavors were made to rouse him. They
shook him, they punched him-but all in
vain. He couldn't, or wouldn't wake up.
They succeeded in getting out of him that
his name was Jones, but TO further inqui-
ry as 10 where he lived he only murmured
'scendant OF Llewellyn," and relapsed
again into still deeper slumbers.
"Youll have to give him shak down
among the empty bottles, William" said
| one.
"Not If know it," replied the head wait
er. "He might wake up in the night and
walk off with the spoons. No, we must
find out where he lives, somehow. Some
of you just look in his pockets will you
Perhaps the gent has a card.case about
him."
No sooner said than done.
"Here's card" said one, diving into
Evans waistcoat pocket. "Mr. Owen Jones,
so Winslow-square."
"ThaPs him right enough; he said his
name was Jones. He don't look much like
a Winslow-square sort, does he But there
Is no accounting for these Welsh gents.
Just as we'll he had his pasteboard about
him, though, wasn't itH or he wouldn't
have got home tonight"
1t was a little after eleven o'clock when
four-wheeled cab drove up 10 the door of
No. so Winslow-square.
"This is Mr.. Jones's, amt it9" said the
| to ha 81,
swered his knock at the door.
eyes, this is Mr.. Jones's," answered the
maid.