Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1877-05-12
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asleep in his chair. A council Of
walters was held over the slumber-
ing hero, and endeayors were made
to rouse him. They shook him,
they punched him-but all in vain.
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up. They succeeded in getting out
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of Llewellyn" and relapsed again in
to deeper slumbers.
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down among the empty bottles"
said one.
"Not if I know it," replied the
head waiter. 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, 80 Winslow-square,"
"That's him, right enough; he
said his name was Jones. He don't
look much like q Winslow-square'
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about him, though, wasn't it? or he
wouldn't have got home tonight"
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1t was q little after IL O'Clock
whensa four-wheel cab drove up to
the door Of No 80 Winslow-square.
"This is Mr.. Jones', amt it
said the cab-man to the smart par
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the door.
eyes, /, this is Mr.. Jones's," an
swered the maid.
THAT'S the name right enough.
Here's the card they gave me: Mr..
Owen Jones, No. 99.' Well, look
here, Miss, I've brought your mas
ter from the Welsh dinner. He've
been enjoying of his wine goodish
bit, should say, and I can't wake
him up nohow."
"You don't mean to say he is taken
too much ?"
"Well miss that depends. I
don't think myself, in a generous
way, gentlemen can take too much !;
the more the merrier, I says. But
he's pretty far gone, anyhow,
The maid rushed into her mis-
tress, who was sitting in the dining
room.
"Oh, ma'am, here's master come
back in cab from the Welsh din
ner, and the cabman says he's fast
asleep and quite tosticated."
Nonsense, Mary" said her mis-
tress angrily, and advancing into
the hall; there must be some mis-
take"
Z" No mistake, men," said the
cabman. touching his hat respect
fully. I've brought the gent from
the. Welsh dinner, and here's his
card"
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