The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1881-04-16

SWeTtu MIS-. MCCWyuys muiSuaHety,
"like the old rag it was. but to tke
Junk dealersP''
"Whatr" yelled Dionysius, leaping
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," roared Dionysius,
dancing on the floor with madness;
"are We mad, woman aliveP"
'.Aisy, Dionysius, aisy now" went
on Mrs. McSwyny. Don't go about
like lunatic hayin' dose of the jim
jams. I'm not mad, thin"
BE heavens, woman" responded
Dionysius, confronting his wife angrily,
"ye'll drive me mad wild yer lack of
common sinse. Do We not know that l
got little Tooley the tailor to sew three
hundred dollars in greenbacks in the
waisht of that flannel trousersp"
80, murther. murtherr' 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 o blue flannel trousers o.
mine here, McGruderp" he asked, ex-
citedly.
"a blue flannel throusers," answered
McGruder, meditatively; 81 think so,
Mac. 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, "what's bekim av that
blue flannel throusers bought two or
three days agoP''
"Why. dad" responded frederick
James. promptly, "don'tyou recollect?
You sold it to Solomon Isaacs yester-
day afternoon for 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's store.
"Have ye blue flannel trousers from
McGruder hereP' be repeated, as Isaac
bid him good morning.
"A blue flannel trousersP' queried
Solomon. as he looked about his store.
:. puy me one of dose lasht night, ]
think"
Where is itP" asked McSwyny, hur-
riedly. "rll buy it av We at double
what We paid McGruder for it.'
II sell him again dish mornin' for
ziven dollar und fifdy SCENT" explained
Isaacs, graciously. :" to dat young mon
wat lifes down by der Court. His name
ish-Rachel! Rachelr'
"Vot You want. fader?" came voice
from the back room, evidently belong
ing to Rachel.
s'Vot ish der name oof dot young
mon vot puy dose plue flannel trousers
dish mornin' for ziven dollar und fifdy
scent?" asked Solomon.
"You mean dot mon vot vore plue
shirt NIT short hair, faderp' queried
Rachel.
Eyes, my tearsh,'' Solomon answered;
Z" dot young mon vot 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 Alphonsus 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 Mulvaney's. 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
boys on the way, and offered ten dol
lars for an immediate delivery of the
troublesome trousers, besides volunteer
ing to purchase new pair at once.
R0derick Alphonsus consenting with
pleasure, the exchange was made at q
nearby clothing house, and in the
presence of thesgang, Dionysius quickly
ripped open the waist lining and found
the three hundred dollars untouched.
/" Jimminy Christopherr' exclaimed
Roderick Alphonsus, "if I'd a-known
that those trousers would be worth fifty
dollars at least. What a puddin' you've
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 our
readers will coincide with. N Y. Mer-
curry.
How She Stopped the Train.
A day or two ago a lady on q Central
Railroad train after dopoe;tino nuvnor