Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1882-01-11

cluded to remain all night. His
tongue had limbered up, and talked us
blind. 1t was Belfast this and Belfast
that until you would have thought the
sun rose and set in Belfast, and |, for
one, never wanted to hear the name
again. Finally we got to bed, and
Pinkerton was soon snoring loudly
Brown and | were still awake. Brown
got up. He tiptoed over to the Irish
mans bed and shook him.
Pinkerton, Pinkerton,' he cried,
wake up at once Quick, quick'
"Pinkerton was up in an instant, and
stood gazing at little Brown like be-
wildered giant, not quite knowing where
he was.
"Pfhat is it, Mr.. Brown 2 he ex-
claimed, as though sure the house must
be afrc.
'Pinkerton, asked Brown slowly,
can you tell me the exact population
of Belfast, Ireland?'
"Brown lodged just in time.
"The next morning we were awaken
ed by a terrible clatter in the room,
and woke up to see Brown adorned in
the big cavalry mans uniform, big hat
and boots, riding furiously around the
room astraddle Of broom stick, and
slashing away with the saber for dear
life. The sight was too ridiculous, and
we both burst out laughing.
"The thing that made Browns re-
putation was his Berlin Hights letter.
1t described his life among the Nor
mons, and was the most ridiculous
thing / ever saw. 1t spread like wild
fire all over this country and Europe.
Ii made A. Ward famous, and through
it he was employed on Vanity Fair,
then the leading humorist paper of the
country, and very soon afterwards left
Cleveland for New York. l remem-
ber the day Brown wrote that letter.
1t was on Sunday afternoon, and the
weather was hotter than anything in
the revised edition can express. / was
trying to color meerschaum pipe and
Brown was writing at his table. He
wrote rapidly, and every once in a
Ilwhilc / would ! a. him laugh. He
enjoyed his fun as much as anybody.
That-is why it was so funny. A thing
that Charlie Brown would not laugh at
was not worth laughing at Finally
he finished his work, throwing down
his pen he said, Come, Harry, let us
have Il drink. We went out and got
some beer, and finally went on to a
back street-Champlain street think
it was-where the boys used to con
grcgate, in hopes of getting some more
Alas, there was a Grape Oh the door
The keeper Of the little saloon had
lost his wife's mother
Brown read the notice on the door.
"'Gone to the funeral Of my mother.
in-law,' and wept. When he recover.
ed himself, he said, We must still get
in here, and then started for the bacl,
door. 1t was unlocked. We entered
rested ourselves at the table, and help
ed ourselves to the cool lager as through
we owned the house. BY the time We
were ready to 60, we were both feeling
our oats. just then Brown spied {
dozen champagne bottles on the shelf
and we took quart each and stoweC
them under our coats, left our cards OF
the counter, stating what we had done
and started for our room.
Brown wanted to have good time
SO we met two or three friends an,
took them along TO share our plunder
A table was spread, some glasses found
and Brown took the tin foil off the to]
of one of the bottles and applied
corkscrew. | noticed that the vim
did not bang, but Brown poured it on
and we raised the glasses to our lips
Here is to the new production, salt
Brown. The boys drank hearty, bu
looked queer. Brown looked queere
than all. The darned stuff is rail
waterp he exclaimed, and the GROVE
broke into a roar. The bottles ha,
been filled with rain water and placec
on the shelves for appearances. Gin
cinnati Commercial.