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

80 my poor head - lie groaned. "Bet-
sy, my gal," imagining his wife was be-
side him, "fOr mercy's sake get out and
give me a drink of wafer, there's a good
soul"
There was no answer.
81 s'pose she's gone down stairs. o, lor,
my head r. and he tried to settle himself
to sleep again, but his parched throat was
unbearable. "I must have a drink Of wa
Ter if die for it !" and he unwillingly
opened his eyes, and dragged himself into
a sitting position. "ITallor he exclaimed,
as bis eyes fell on his usaccustoned sur
roundiugs. "Where the deuce have got
to, and how on earth did ! come bere2
Why, it's like fairy tale. must be a no.
bleman In disguise, or one OF them found
ling hospital chaps come into a fortune.
Jones, you old fool, you're dreaming!
ain't, tn ough. Lor, what a bed and lace
curtains and marble tables and what lot
o. looking glasses Pom my word l should
like never to get up any more. 1 must
have glass Of water though. Ali that's
just heavenly. Now let me think a Bit
How did l come here? Let's see, what
was yestcrday2 Yes, it must have been
yesterday that 1 vent TO the Welsh dinner
| remember going, but I don't remember
coming away and, judging from my head
this morning, I'm afraid that must have
been uncommon screwed. And haven't
been home all night. My eyes, what'll
Besey say7 shall never hear the last of
ii TO my dying day."
At this moment our hero's reflections
were interrupted by knock at the cham
ber door.
"Come in r. lie shouted incautiously |;
lat least, no; don't come in-I mean, what
Is it?"
The voice of Mary, the parlor- maid, re.
piled:
Masters compliments, and he says
breakfast is ready for you, Sir, whenever
you can come down stairs"
MY respects TO your master, and I'll BE
down, directly, Miss" answered Jones.
"Well, that's comfort, anyhow" he SO.
liloquized, "for 'pon my word, 1 didn't
know whether l mightn't be given into
custody for sleeping on others peoples
beds under false pretences; or embezzling
another gents house, or something of that
sort. How the deuce did get here, that's
what beats NOR
Still vainly striving TO solve the enigma,
Evan made a hurried toilet, and finally,
with his head still aching as if ii would
split, and looking a wreck Of yesterdays
greatness, he left the room and crept softly
down stairs. The evidences of wealth and
luxury on every side, so unlike his own
humble belongings, quite awed him, and
hav ing found his way down lie would
not venture into any of tie sitting rooms,
but modestly took his seat on a chair in the
hall, and waited for the development of
events. Here he was found after few mo-
ments by Mr.. Owen Jones, who wished
him friendly good-morning.
i've seen you somewhere, / know, Sir"
said Evan "but can't for the life of me
tell where"
Cant your" said his host, smiling
ave were both at the Welsh dinner last
night, and one of us took a little too
much"
light suddenly flashed across Evans
mind.
II remember now, Sir. Pm afraid
was very rude to you"
"Well, you were a little plain-spoken,
and gave you my card, and told you If
you wished to apologize you would know
where to fiud me. l must say didn't ex-
pect you would have come quite so SOON,
though. The fact is, you were brought
here by the mistake of a cabman, who sup
posed my card was your own"
"rm sure l humbly beg your pardon,
Sir" said poor Evan, completely crestfall-
en-. ~ can't think how l came 50 TO dis
grace myself; but to tell you the truth,
Sir, I'd had 10 pinch bit TO buy my tick
ct, and all day yesterday l hadn't tasted
bit or sun since breakfast, and when it
came 10 dinner.time was that faint and
weak that the very first glass seemed TO set
my head swimming like. I'd let 1t so too
long, Sir, that's what it was. 1 humbly
ask your pardon, I'm sure, for the trouble
I've caused, and thank you kindly for
giving me a nights shelter. feel 1 don't
deserv your kindness, Sir; but I'm grste-
ful, assure YOU"
And with Tears in his eyes Evan moved
humbly TO the hall door to depart.
mo, no." said Mr.. Owen Jones; "you
mustn't think of going without your break
fast. We are all Welsh here; and if a
brother Welshman does take a glass too
much on st. David's Day, we know how to
make allowance for him. Come, step in
here. We have had break fast an hour ago !;
but Mrs. Jones is waiting to give you
yours"
Looking very shamefaced and repentaut,
Evan Jones followed his namesake into the
breakfast parlor, where Mrs. Jones, who
had heard his humble confession and apol-
ogy, gave him a kindly greeting, and he
was soon seated before a snowy table-cloth
and, as well as his headache would let him,
enjoying a plenteous repast. During the
meal his entertainers quietly drew him out,
and were speedily behind the scenes as to
his daily life and his hard struggles to keep
the wolf from the door and when he final
ly took his leave a well-filled basket was
waiting for him in the hall TO take home as
a present to the children. Nor was this by
any means the last which found its way 10
the same quarter, sent by the same friend
ly hands; and am sorry to say that of all
days, that held in the highest veneration
by the little Joneses is 'the day when pa
pa got so dreadfully tipsy at the Welsh
dinner"
feel that there must be a moral 10 this
story somewhere, but 1 can't quite see
whore 1t lies. You can't call 1t exactly a
Temperance story, because, you observe,
Evan Jones got good nights lodging and
made a couple of good friends by getting
drunk-which is not poelical justice by
any means. After much anxious consid-
GRAFTON, the only safe moral can see is,
that married lady should never order
any gentleman, however tipsy, TO be put