The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-08-29

Munsooree Panar.
"Sitha, M~ulvaney," says I, when we
was outside, you're niver goin' to let
her hev Rip"
can would ye disappoint a poor old
woman says he. s.She shall havea Rip"
''An' wheer's he to come through:'
says l.
"Learoyd, my man." he sings out,
you're Il pretty man av your inches an
a good comrade, but your head Is made
av duff. Isn't our friend Orth'ris a
taxidermist, an Il rale artist wild his
nimble white finger? An what a taxid-
ermist but Il man who can thrate
shkins? Do We mind the white dog that
belongs to the canteen sargint, bad cess
tohim-he that's lost half his time an
snarlin' the rest? He shall be lost for
good now; an do ye mind that he's the
very spit in shape an size av the
~colonel's, bafrin' that his tail IS an inch
too long, an he has mono av the color
that divarsiies the rale Rip, an his tim
per is that av his meter an worse. But
fwhat is an inch on q dogs tail? Ar
fwhat to a professional like Orth'ris is a
few ringstraked shpots av black, brown
an white? Nothin' at all, at all"
Then we meets Orth'ris, an that little
man bein' sharp as a needle. seed his way
through t business in q minute. An he
went to work a practisin' air dyes the
very next day, beginnin' ON some white
rabbits he had, an then he drored all
Rips markin's on t back of q white COM
missariat bullock, so as to get his and in
an be sure of his %colors; snadin' off brown
into black as material as life. IL Rip he'd
a fault it was too much markin', but it
was strangely reglar, an Orth'ris settled
himself to make a fostrate job on it when
he got baud o t canteen sargints dog.
Theer niver was SIGH Il dog as tlot for
bad temper, an it did nut get he better
when his tail he'd to be fettled an inch
an a half shorter. But they may talk o
theer royal academies as they like. /
niver seed a bit o animal paintin' to beat
t. copy as Orth'ris made of Rips marks,
wal t picter itself wa snarlin' all t time
an tryin' to get at Rip standin' theer to
be copied as good as goold.
Orth'ris allus he'd as mich conceit on
aimsen as would lift a balloon, an be
woor so pleased wi his sham Rip he
wor for tickling him to Mrs. De Sussa
before she went away. But Mulvaney
an me stopped thot, KNOWN Orth'ris'
work, though niver so oliver, was mob.
but skin deep.
An at last Mrs. De Sussa fixed t day
for startin' to Munsooree Pahar. We
was to tex Rip to t stayshun i Il basket
an hand him over just when they was
ready to start, an then she'd give us t
brass-as was agreed upon.
An my wod! 1t were high time she
were off, for them air dyes upon t ours
back took a vast of paintin' to keep t
rect cutler, tho Orth'ris spent a matter
O seven rupees six ma 1T best droog-
shops i Calcutta.
An t canteen sargint was lookin' fo1
is dog everywheer; an wi bein' tied up
t beasts timper got waur nor ever.
1t wor i t evenin' when t train started
thro' Howrah, an we 'elped Mrs De
Sussa wi about sixty boxes, an then he
gave her t basket. Orth'ris, for pride
av his work, axed us to let him o
along wi us, an he couldn't help liftin'
t lid an showin' t. cur as he lay coiled
oop.
"Ohn says t AVID lass; 1.-The bautee.
How sweet he looks!' An just thent t
beauty snarled and showed his teeth so
Mulvaney shuts down t lid and says:
"Ye1l be careful, mar1n, when We TEX him
out. He's disaccustomed to travelling by
t railway, an he'll be sure to want his
rale misstress an his friend Learoyd, 50
yen make allowance for his feelings at
fost."
She would do all that an more for the
dear, good Rip, an she would nut open
t basket till they were miles away, for
fear anybody should recognize him, an
we were real good and kind soldier-men,
we We're, an she honds Inc a bundle o
notes, an then cooms up a few of her
relations anfriends to say good-by-not
more than s~eventy-five there Wasn't-an'
we cuts way
What COON to t three hundred an
fifty rupees? Thot's what l can scarce
Inns tell You, but we melted it. It was
share am share alike, for Mulyaney said:
IF Learoyd got hold Of Mrs. De Sussa
first, sure twas I that REMEMBERED the
SdISlHL > Qp5 just III Inc HIN dN l4l1e,
an Orth'ris was the artist ay JANUS that
made a work av art out av that ugly
piece av i'll nature. Yet, by way av a
thank offerin' that | was not led into
felony by that wicked ould woman, III
send a thriiie to Father Victor for the
poor people he's always beggin' for"
But me an Orth'ris, he bein' cockney
an / bein' pretty far north, did nut see
it 1T Same way. We getten t brass
an we meaned to keep it. An soa we
did-for a short time.
Noa-noa, We niver hecard a wo'd
more o t AVID lass. Our 1ig'mint went
to Pindi, an t canteen sargint he get
himself another tyke instead OF one
at got lost so regular an was lost for
good at ast.-Rudyard Kipling.
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