St. Landry democrat., 1879-05-10

Passing slowly up Court street the
other evening our attention was at
tractcd 10y three gentlemen talking in
rather an excited manner, not angry,
but III rather an cxpostuiatory and
earnest tone. One belonged to the
Judiciary and the other tw0are generally
to be found in or around the clerk and
sEcrlif's office. AS we approached, we
received gentle twink " from one of
the party to draw near and listen. We
generally take those sort Of Winks" if
the crowd is Of the right kind, for we
| know we will not have to listen long
ere we get an invitation to "driyc an
other nail in our cotfin." In Il few
minutes We had gathered the whole
story, which was as follows, to-wit :
Two of the gentlemen had just returned
from dinner party, not more than six
| miles from the town, and on their arrival
here called upon the third gentleman in
| the crowd to listen to an account of the
magnificent dinner, fine wines, pleasant
company, &c, &c. All of which we
suppose he enjoyed, for it seems that all
hands got dry talking and walked into
Col. Lacomb's institution for the friend
less and unhappy creatures who like
ice, corn, sugar, lemons and grass.
{" saw Il wonderful and truly mar
Vellous peice of mechanism tO-lay,"
remarked the judge.
Perfectly wonderful." echoed his
companion.
"What was it, asked their friend,
who is naturally of curious turn of
mind.
"Well,' remarked the judge, "iust
before dinner to-day our host invited
us to wash the dust out of our throats
with something a little stronger than
water, and we adjourned to the side
board. Neither of us are very modest
men, and never use such common ex-
pressions as 'asc before beauty etc.
Not we ="
NO sir | am aware of the fact"
says their listener, as he hid his blushing
face.
"Well," continued His Honor, Il
being first with u glass in my hand, |
gently graspel the nearest bottle marked
Irish whiskey,' and as raised it from
the side board and began to pour out
the crystal liquid, all the way from the
A. n1I al Il
tinctly, mingled with the flowing fluid
like music from some fairy instrument
came the notes of that we'll known air
Kathleen Navouneen. | became ner-
vous, set the bottle down and said I
didn't feel thirsty and / told the truth.
Casting my eyes in the direction OF my
friend here, found him leaning silently
upon the side board, empty glass in
hand, eyes cast towards the ceiling, as
if looking for something. Hearing
nothing more of the music for the same
had stopped as soon as sat the tling'
down, and seeing no instrument, he
came forward in brisk manner, got
hold of that bewitched bottle, raised
it and began in truly artistic style
to bend his elbow. He didn't bend
it much farther than I did, when
clearly and distinctly came from the
bottom of that :infernal bottle the
Irish Emigrants Lament" and almost
simultaneously came the ejaculation
from my friend, The Lord have mercy
on me- and down that bottle came for
the second time:'"
"Did your Honor say that bottle Of
Irish whiskey played those tunes every
time a man attempted to take drink"
asked their friend with considerable
eagemess.
Certainly said so and [ told the
TRUTH" replied the judge.
In few seconds the questioner had
taken oft a pair of handsome gold sleeve
buttons, on which were engraved ga
little hatchet" with these words 7 can't
tell lie, and without word he slipped
the buttons in the hands of his Honor,
after doing which, he turned away sadly
and walked off.