The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1877-05-23

CWm nog iwyn bora dwmnath cWiyd
ilimaeh bach, replied his right hand
neighbor.
"Dwyllog lwmmo gwlIoch dina nos.
replied another of the party.
''Cwlla gwyn dwylleth dym da V cwi
baly llewelly caerloc," responded Jones,
whose tongue was loose enough in his ma
tive WEIGH, and who would probably
have continued in the same strain for
some time had not the Chairman request
ed attention for the ''March of the Men
of Harlech, which was about to be Civ
en- 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 under the intiu-
ence of the inspiring strains, and no
sooner had they ceased than he wildly
got upon his legs, and said in a loud
thick voice:
"Mis'r Chairman, | shay? 5 hum
BILE represent ive-I mean ancestor i
mean 'scendant-of Llewelyn, l don't
think this 'spicious occasion-I shay l
don't think this 'spicious 'casion-"
Here there were loud cries Of Order y
"Chair!" sit down !" and Jones was
pulled violently down by the coat-tails
by one of his neighbors. The gentleman
Unlocking man to whom we have alluded
in eur last chapter was Jones Ufs cts at
the table The scene was so ludlcrous
that he could not suppress a smile, which
was observed by Evan, whose cholerlc
temper fired up instantly At the supposed
affront. What tn devil you grinning
at, look you2'
"Did I smile? really beg your par
don; but | am quite sure l was not
'grinning, as you call it.
you did, sir; you grinned like-likc
Cheshire cat, sir. appeal to the genie
men present. You've suited me, sir
suited me grossly. Names Jones; very
good name; 'scendant of Llewe!lyn, and
| 'mand 'sfaction of Il gentleman"
"My name is Jones, too, though |
haven't the honor Of being a descendant
of L!ewellyn. There is my card, sir,
and 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 the inscription,
Mr.. OWEN JONES,
80 Winslow Square, Belgravia, ). W.,
into Evans waistcoat pocket, and the
owner, by no means DESTROYS of being in
volved 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 L'ewellyn still played a
prominent part, he leant back in his
chair and was speedily fast asleep.
The toasts came to an end at last, the
bards packed up their harps, and the
last of the guests departed, leaving Evan
Jones still sound asleep in his chair. A
council of walters was held over the
slumbering hero, and endeavors were
made to rouse him. They shook him,
they pinched him-but in vain. He
couldn't or he wouldn't wake up. They
succeeded in getting out of him that his
name was Jones, but to further inquiry
as to where he lived he only murmured,
g 'scendant of Llewellyn,' and relapsed
again into still deeper sIumbers.
"You'll have to give him a shake-down
among the empty bottles, William" said
one.
''Not if 1 know it" replied the head
waiter Gle 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 card case
about him"
No sooner said than done.
"Here's a card" said one, diving into
Evans waistcoat pocket. 'Mr. Owen
Jones, 80 Winslow square"
That's him right enough he said hi.
name WIS Jones He don't look much
like Winslow square sort, does he? Blu
there's no accounting for these Welsh
gents. just as well he had his Dashboard
about him, though, wasn't it? or he
wouldn't have got home tonight"
1t was little after / 1 o'clock when g
four-wheel cab drove up to the door Of
No. 80 Win-low square.
"This is Mr.. Jones, aint it?' said the
oabman to the smart parlor maid who
answered To his knock ut the door.
eyes, this is Mr. Jones, answered the
maid.
That's the name, right enough. Here:
the card they gave me: Mr.. Owen
Jones, No. 90 Well look here, miss
I've brought your master from the
Welsh dinner He've been enjoying OF
his wine goodish bit, should say, AND
| can't wake him up nohow.'
''You don't mean to say he's taken toe
much ?"
"Well, miss, that depends. l don't
think myself, in a general way, a gentle
man can take too much; the more the
meririer, | says. But he's pretty fan
gone, anyhow"
The maid rushed in to her mistress, who
was sitting in the dining-room
"Oh, ma'am, here's master come back
in cab from the Welsh dinner, and the
cabman says he's fast asleep and quite
tosticated."
Nonsense, Mary !" said her mistress
angrily, and advancing into the hall
'ithero must be some mistake"
mo mistake, mem, said the cabman,
touching his hat respectfully. I've
brought the gent from the Welsh dinner,
and here's his card"
"Good heavens !" said Mrs. Jones,
recognizing her husbands card, Its too
true. Oh dear, how ever shall | survive
this shocking disgrace? Mary, go dowr
stairs; | know ! can rely upon you no
to say a word of this dreadful misfortune
to the other servants"
Mary retired accordingly and Mrs
Jones continued:
'Cabman, l must ask you to assist Mr.
Jones up 10 his hed-roomi it is the from
room on the first floor; you will find The
gas lighted. | can give you no help; fol
[ think it would kill me to see him il
fsuch condition"
'.Lor', don't take on so, ma'am," SAID