Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-05-17

any VI tIlc SlttiuS IOOIHSs Dub uOucSt-
ly took his seat on chair in the hall,
and waited for the development of
events. Here he was found after a
few moments by Mr.. Owen Jones,
who wished him friendly good NOR.
ming.
''I've seen you somewhere, l know,
sir" said Evan; but can't for the
life of mestell where
"Can't you?" said the host, smil-
ing. We were both at tho Welsh
dinner last night, and one of us took
little too much.''
A light suddenly flashed across
Evans mind.
Il remember now, sir; I'm afraid
1 was very rude to YOU
Well, you were little plain
spoken, and l gave yop my card, and
told you if you wished to apologize,
you would be able to find me. must
say that 1 didn't expect you would
have come quite so soon though. The
fact is, you were brought here by the
mistake of cabman, who supposed
my card was your own
"Im sure l humbly beg your par
don, SIR said poor Evan, complete
ly crestfallen. ''Iean't think how I
came so to disgrace myself; but to
tell you the truth, sir, I'd had to pinch
Il bit to buy my ticket, and all day
yesterday l hadn't tasted bit or sup
since bseakfast, and when it came to
dinner-time / was that faint and
weak that the very first glass seemed
to set my head all swimming like. I'd
let it 60 too long, sir, that's what it
was. humbly ask your pardon, I'm
sure, for the trouble I've caused, and
L thank you kindly for giving me a
nights shelter. feel 1 don't deserve
your kindness, sir; but I'm grateful,
l assure you.''
And with tears in his eyes Evan
moved humbly to the hall door to de-
part.
Ono, no." said Mr.. Owen Jones;
. you must not think of going with
out your breakfast. We are all Welsh
here, and if brother Welshman does
take glass too much on St. David's
Day, we know how to make allowances
for him. Come, step in here, we had
breakfast an hour ago; but Mrs.
Jones lis waiting to give you yours"
Looking shamfaced and repentant,
Evan Jones followed his namesake in
to the breakfast-parlor, where Mrs.
Jones, who had heard his humble
confession and apology, gave him a
Einc1II @rnao4in4r -a,.l -ha- .raa- eaa,,-
as well as his headache would let him,
enjoying plenteeus repast. During
the meal his entertainers quietly drew
him out, and were speedily behind
the scenes of his daily life and his
hard struggles to keep the wolf from
the door; and when he finally took
his leave, a well-filled basket was
waiting for him in the hall to take
home as present to the children.
Nor was this by any means the last
that found its way to the same quarter
sent by the same hands; and l am
sorry to say that of all days, that are
held in the highest veneration by the
little Joneses is . the day OH which
papa got so tipsy at the Welsh dim
ner."
feel that there must be a moral to
this story somewhere, but 1 can't
quite see where it lies. You can't
call it exactly temperance story, be-
cause, yoa observe, Evan Jones got a
good nights lodging and made
couple of kink friends by getting
drunk-which is not poetical justice
by any means. After much anxious
consideration, the only safe moral L
can see is, that married lady should
never allow any gentleman, however
tipsy,to be put into her own bed with
out making quite sure, in the first
place, that he is the gentleman who
rightfully belongs to her.-[London
Society.