The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-03-06

dropped TO the rear and contented
themselves with gazing after him and
commenting on him as follows:
"Troth, Mickey, did yis liver see SIGH
an llligant birdP The shine of his dia-
mint shoes wor like to put out the light
av my eyes with their blinking. And did
yis mind, Mickey, the rale goold head
ON his cane, wild flaming big jewel
atop av it, when he shook it at yiz?"
"Arrah, l did, Teddy, but l wor
minding sharper to get my head out
from undher it. Belize, Teddy, it wor
King George himself across the say
beyant. Will yis look at the bowld
way he has of stepping outf''
Though seemingly unconscious of all
around him save his own high-mighti-
ness, Lord Fitzpatrick Ponsonby did
not lose a single admiring glance cast
upon him by the passers-by. Now it
was long way from Merton Square to
the club; but lifting his hat gracefully
to my Lady This, and bowling conde-
scendlngly to plain Mrs. That, my
lord strobe briskly up Cork Hill, and
onward. The jeweled shoes flashed in
and out of many a street, and twinkled
my lord, beginning to weary of his long
walk, and thinking to lesson the dis
lance by short cut, turned into a less
fashionable, and somewhat unfre-
quented street. The first object that
greeted his eve was young chimney
sweep, lying on the path before him,
lazily summing himself, with all the
sooty implements of his trade scattered
about him. Beside him lay dirty,
soot-begrimed bag, filled with the
sweepings of SCOT and ashes from the
last chimney he had cleaned. He lay
perfectly quiet, watching my lord with
half-sleepy, half-admiring look, as he
sparkled along toward him, but made
no motion to taking himself and his
traps out of the way; evidently expect
ing my lord to turn aside, and pass
around him, so little reverence was
there in his soul for nobility and fine
clothes. Though humble in his call
ing, he was by no means in spirit. He
decided within himself that the road
was his by right of possession; that he
was comfortably fixed in it, and he
meant to keep it-beside, what right
had such "big swell'' as that in Tip
perary street? True, he run the risk
of getting a kick, but what would one
kick more or less signify to one who
got little else from his master from
morning till night; indeed, often both
dined and supped off them?
But my lord had no thought of STEP
ping aside, and coming to full halt,
he gazed for moment at the dingy lit
tie creature, speeches. at his audacity;
then, lifting his cane and shaking it
threateningly at him, he exclaimed:
"Get up and BECOME, you dirty little
ragamuffin! How dare you stop the
way of a gentleman"
The sleepy look on the smutty face of
young Paddy changed suddenly to
wicked, impish one; yet he made no eff
fort toward moving away.
"Out of my road, you insolent little
baggage!' cried the now thoroughly
incensed lord, as he brought his cane
down with a vigorous whack on Pad
dy's head and shoulders, following up
the first blow with dozen more equal
ly well laid on. Reaching out his hand
and taking firm hold of his bag of
SCOT, Paddy sprang to his feet, and
whirling it rapidly two or three times
above his head, he brought it swooping
down against my lord fine calves and
"illigant stockings with such force as
to nearly knock him off his feet, at the
same time continuing to empty its con-
tents all over and about him, raising
cloud of dust and SCOT so dense as to
completely envelope his lordship, and
render him for time nearly undiscern-
ible. Then, with the rapidity of
shooting star, Paddy darted off, crying
out:
"Sure, white stockings wor niver my
taste, at all, for gintleman! Faith,
black becomes ye bether, an kindly
welkim ye are to thin l am afther Civ
ing ye."
Long before my lord could either see
or speak, so full were his eyes and
mouth of SCOT, wicked little Paddy was
safely hidden away from pursuit. Why
didn't Lord Fitzpatrick call police
man, you will ask just here, as | also
did of nurse Evans, who answered me.
that in those days there were no police
in Irelend-only ight-watchmen. The
Peelers," as the peasantry call them,
came at later day, and were so-called,
because Sir Robert Peel was the means
of their being introduced there.
Perhaps you can imagine in what o
plight my lord was when the SCOT and
dust cleared away sufficiently for him
to get a glimpse of himself. Though
an hour before he had so scorned to hide
himself in the family coach, he was
now only too glad to get out of sight
within the first cab, or whatever public
conveyance was to be obtained in those
days, that he could find. When he
alighted at his own door, his wife, who
CHANGED to be standing at window,
saw, at glance, the plight he was in;
and so keen was her relish for the Iu-
dicrous, that, in spite of her wifely de-
votions, she could not refrain from
greeting her lord with merry peel of
laughter; and, pointing to the driver,
who stood cracking his whip before
the door while waiting for the extra
fee which was to seal his tongue, she
silly exclaimed:
And so it is Patrick O'Dempsv who
drives the Marrow Bone STAGE is itp''
Lady Ponsonby was dutiful wife,
and loved her husband truly, but, for
all that, she was not blind to his inor-
dinate vanity; and, even years after.
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