The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1881-11-17
Why THE DEVIL WOULDN'T HAVE 4
An lrish Legend.
RY ONE OF THE CRAFT.

An irish Legend.
RY ONE OF THE CRAFT.
"well, Ted, tell ms that story you
promised US about your cousin, the
batter"
"Faix, yer honor, and I'll do that
blithely, though maybe you won't be
lave me after I've tould it?r
80, yes, Ted. we'll promise to believe
II rs truly as we believe the rest OF
your yarns"
"Och, long life to yer honor, but it's
yourself that makes the poor man
proud. "Well, as was sayin', Tim
Noonan, that's me own cousin, was .
hatthar by thrade, wan Of the finish
ers,' they call thin, an he used q
mighty big hot iron. Well, Tim, like
all the rest of the hatthers. lov'd a
pretty girl, and glass o. whisky beth.
er than he lov'd work. So wan time,
Tim got roarin' dhrunk, and all of q
suddint he was missin', aud q good
rason, for he died that mOrnin' (divil
| lie i'm il, for Tim toiwd HE the sthory
himself afterwards, yer hOnOr.) and
! whin he KEN to the River o. Sticks,
| Though why its called the River o.
| Sticks, don't know, barrin it's bekase
whin poor fellow gets on the other
side. he sticks there, whin he KEN to
the River o. Sticks-that's his sperit-
there was ovid Charon, the ferry
master, sittin i'm his boat, and whin he
saw Tim, Good mOrnin' Tim NOOnan,'
says he, I've been expectin' We some
time, says he"
Good mornin', sur, says Tim, quite
perIite and aisy how's the wind this
mornin'. sur?''
..Wkr thin its unite warm and
plis,nt an so You'll find il whin YOU
get ON the other side, ; saws he. GRIMM;
will YOU plaze to get i'm and he sated?''
"sWid great pleshure. sur saws Tim:
an wild that me sets himself down i'm
Cbaron,s boat. and afr they wint. and
whin they got to the other, there stood
ovid Relzebub waitin., and whin he
saw who was csmin, > 'Besiad,' saw. he,
that's NV man: good mornin'. Misther
Noonan,' saws he; 'Im waitin' for ye,'
saws he.
land who may We be, if l may
make so bowld p says Tim.
".I'm the devil saws he.
".The devil Won arer saws Tim:
why, thin, its a very plisant sort of
gintleman YOU are for devil says he,
for ne Thought il was best to spake to
the ovid gintleman fair; and what
may lie yer plesbure wild me ~ saws
Tim
"Why, knew YOU was a hatther,
and as herd We hatthers wur fond o.
a warm place. prepar'd the hottest
corner i'm NV regions for We. more be
We saw. he wild a grin.
Fin much obIeeged TO We for the
tLr,uhle SAYS Tim
".Ob. IT'S no throubIe. by no man.
per a. maues.' saws the diyil: be
PLACED TO mount nv shoulders > and
viii .h,t he takes rim ON his back
and thr,v.Is tiil ne KEN 10 the big
vat. and i'm he wint and sets Tim
down i'm a corner where there war a
rousin' big fire burnin,' and says he,
here's yourquarthers,' Tim, and yell
find il mighty warm and comfortable
SAYS he.
Its comfortable enough saws
Tim. .av yen only give me dhrop o.
the whiskey,' says Tim.
".There's not dhroD in the place,
SAWS the divil, but there's plinty of
coal and now I'LL lave YOU TO take
your comfort saws he with a'sneer, as
he TUX himself aft. Well, Tim was
very well continued as long rs the coal
lasted. but whin that was all gone, he
called TO wan o. the little diviis to get
him more.
.s.Faix thin saws the little divil,
we'll have To get AN ordher from dad,
for | can't get yez any more widout.' |
so away went Tim i'm search of the |
ovid divil, and whin he found him,
81 want more coal,n says he
want WHAT" says the divil
More coai;-' says Tim.
why, YOU extravagant rashkil,"
saws the divil, have We burnt up yer |
weeks allowance, already? ?"
".Do you call that weeks allow
ance,' roared Tim.
- do, and good wan, too says |
the divil.
".why, thin, he this and be that /
saws Tim, there wasn't enough for
wan day. and YOU must give me lar
ger allowance than that; ovid cock
".Diyil coal more will I give yeZ,'
saws Satan.
".You won't?'
mo: III not till next ration day,
and I'm i'm n hurry now. ND he aft wild |
W. hack TO yer uuarthers. and don't be
afthcr botherin' me, Tim NOonan,'