Mexico weekly ledger., 1877-05-17

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took possession of his mind with re-
doubled emphasis. He had more than
once commenced a sentence begin
ming, ''As 'scendant of Llewellyn, ="
but without getting g'any further. AT
the second failure his left hand neigh
Dor, to whom the observation was adj
dressed, replied profanely, so, blow
Llewellyn!" Evan Jones looked at
him for moment with an expression
of unreasonable scorn and disgust,
and then turned to his right hard
! ghbor: "'S Il deshendant Of Lew
spears to me-as a 'scendant-
.YYn-' and then stopped
-
J" :, lwyn bora dwmnath
bach" Eve cannot war
~ ,,urit of the authors Welsh.
ID, replied his right hand neigh
Dor.
''Dwyllog hvmmo gwlloch y dina
nos, remarked another Of the party.
"Cwlla gwyn dwylleth dym da Y
cwi bala llewelly cacrloc," responded
Jones, whose tongue was loose enough
in his native 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 Ilarlcch, -
which was about to he 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 undor the
influence Of the inspiring strains, and
10 sooner had they ceased than he
wildly got upon his legs, and said in
Il loud, thick voice: -
"Mis'r Chairman, l shay, S Il
repren' tive-l mean ances-
tori mean 'sccndant-of Llewellyn,
l don't think think this 'spicious
'casion-"
Here there were loud cries Of "Or-
der" ''Chair,' ''Sit down." And
Jones was pulled violently down hy
the coat-tails by one Of his neighbors.
The gentlemanly-looking man to whom
we have alluded in our first chapter
was Jone's yis-a-vis at the table. The
scene was so ludiclOus that he could
not repress a smile, which was oh
served by Evan, whose cholcric tenn
per fired up instantly at the supposed
aifrOnt.
What tn devil you srinning at,
look youi"
did l smile? l really beg your
II -: - : :,,, ",.;tf ;F'Yso "'"" not
You did, sir; you grlnned like
like Cheshire cat, sir. appeal to-
tn gen linen present. You've suit
ed me grossly. Names Jones; very
good name; 'scendant of Llewellyn;
and | 'mand 'sfaction Of the gem
Imam"
my name is Jones, too, though |
haven't the honor of being a descend
ant of Licwellyn. There is my card,
sir; and if, when you come to your
sober senses, you desire to apologize
for your unsecmly behavior, shall
be happy to see you.
Evans right-hand neighbor thrust
the card, which bore the inscrlp-
Mr.. OWEN JoSEs,
80 Winlow Square,
Bclgravia, s. W.
into Evans waistcoat-pOckct, and the
owner, by no means desirous OF be-
inc in an after-dinner brawl. moved
away to another part of the table. by
dint of little humoring, those around
to soothe the fiery Evan
into comparative tranquility, and after
a few more desultory observations,
wherein his descent from Llcwellyn
still played prominent part, he lent
back in his chair, and was speedily
fast asleep.
The toasts came to an end n last,
the bards packed up their harps, and
the last of the guests departed, leaving
Evan Jones still sound 4 sleep in his
chair. A council of walters was held
over the slumbering hero, and endeav-
ors we're made to rouse him. They
shook him, they pinched him-but
all in vain. He couldn't or he wouldn'
wake up. They succeeded in getting
ont of him that his name was Jones,
but to further inquiry as to where
he lived, he only murmured, 'scend'
ant of Llewellyn,' and relapsed again
into deeper slumbcrs.
"You'll have to give him a shake
down among the empty bottles, VIII
liam," said one.
"Not if l know it," replied th'
head-waiter. Gle might wake up il
the night and walk otfwith the spoons
No, we must find out where h
| lives, somehow. Some of you mns
look in his pockets, will you? Per
has the gent has card-cas
about him..
No sooner said than done.
sHere's a card" said one, divin
into Evans waiscoat-pocket. "Ml
Owen Jones, 80 Winslow Square,
ssThat's him right enough; he sal
his name was Jones. He don't loo
much like Winslow sort, does he
But there's no accounting for the'