Sharp County record., 1881-04-28

three feet from the floor in his excite
ment,
Yis," answered Mrs. McSwyny,
composedly enough, yet not without a
certain misgiving. 81 sold it two days
ago to old McGruder for old rags"
"Tare an Ouns,n roared DionysiuS,
dancing on the floor with Madness
"are We mad, woman alive"
"Aisy, Dionysius, aisy now" went
on Mrs. McSwyny. Don't 60 about
like a lunatic havin' dose OF the jim
jams. I'm not mad, thin.
"Be heavens, woman" responded
Dionvsius, confronting his wife angrily,
"ve'll drive me mad wild yer lack OF
common sinse. Do ye not know that |
got little Tooley the tailor to sew three
hundred dollars in greenbacks in the
waisht of that flannel trousers?"
80, murther, murther." walled An
astasia, as Dionysius rushed into the
street excitedly. Tenants in McSwyny
Court must have thought him mailman,
from the manner in which he hurried
along the sidewalk, running into and
over everybody. At last he reached
the junkman's, who keeps next door to
Winkelmyer'S grocery.
Have We blue flannel trousers o
mine here, McGruder?" he asked, ex-
citedly.
ga blue flannel throusers, >" answered
McGruder, meditatiVely; 81 think so,
Mac. l recollect buyin' wan av yer
wife"
"Yis, bad scran to her for sellin' that
same, an it not half worn" went on
Dionysius.
frederick James," called McGru-
der, to his son, whats bekim av that
blue flannel throusers bought two or
three days ago."
"Why, dad" responded frederick
James. promptly, "don't you recollect?
You sold it to Solomon Isaacs yester-
day afternoon for a dollar"
Dionysius didn't wait to hear any
more, but rushed madly out of the shop,
and away he went at a go-as-you-please
gait on the last mile, for Isaac store.
"Have We blue flannel trousers from
McGruder here?" he repeated, as Isaac
bid him good morning.
ga blue flannel trousers?' queried
Solomon, as he looked about his store.
Il puy me one of dose lasht night, |
think
"Where is it?" asked McSwyny, hur-
riedly. "rll buy it av ye at double
what ye paid McGruder for it.
Il sell him again dish mOrnin' for
ziven dollar und ffdy scent" explained
Isaacs, graciously, "to dat young mon
wat lifeS down by der Court. His name
ish-Rachel! Rachel!''
"Vot you want, fader?" came a voice
from the back room, evidently belong
ing to Rachel.
!'Vot ish der name oof dot young
mon vot puy dose plue flannel trousers
dish mornin' for ziven dollar und tifdy
scent?" asked Solomon.
You mean dot mon vot Vore a plue
shirt nit short hair, fader?' queried
Rachel.
"Yes, my tearsh," Solomon answered;
"dot young mon yot beat me down
from five dollar to half prize.
dot young mons name ish Roo.
derig Allphonso Moriarity," answered
Rachel.
Dionysius thanked Solomon and
Rachel Isaacs for their courtesy and
started out in search of ROderick Al
phonsus Moriarity; and it is safe to say
that he never had such a hard days
travelling. He (Moriarity) had just left
Tim O. 'Shaughnessy's saloon in COM
pany with Tim, and had gone down to
Mulvaney's livery stable. Here they
parted company, Mulvaney told him,
for Roderick Al phonsus had gone to a
funeral with one of his (Mulvaney's)
drivers. When Dionysius got to the
home of his late lamented, the mourn
full cortege had started for the ceme-
terry. Over to the cemetery followed
Dionysius, only to find when he had got
there that the interment had taken
place, and back to the city came the
half-crazed man to MulVaneys. The
driver was found here, but not ROderick
AlphOnsus, who had left him to go to
the theater with Tim O'Shaughnessy
and Felix Vincent O'Dwyer. Fortu-
nately for Dionysius, he caught the
bows on the way, and offered ten dol
lars for an immediate delivery of the
trousers, besides volunte eer-
ing to purchase new pair at once.
Roderick Alphonsus consenting with
pleasure, the exchange was made at a
nearby clothing house, and in the
presence of the gang, Dionysius quickly
ripped open the waist lining and found
the three hundred dollars untouched.
"Jimminy Christopher" exclaimed
Roderick Alphonsus, "if I'd a-known
that those trousers would be worth fifty
dollars at least. What a puddin' you We
got. McSwyny"
Dionysius has got back the money in,
vested in this novel savings bank, but
will hereafter fall back on the old style,
a wise conclusion which we think oul
readers will coincide with.-N. Y. Mer'
c1ry.
How She Stopped the Train.