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

nor chase cats, norr~) nowt Grid an
them was her very wo'ds.
Soa Rip an me goocs out a-walkin' o
evenin's, he balm a dog as did credit tiv'
a man. an | catches a lot o rats, an we
he'd a bit of Z match on in an AVID dry
swimmin' bath at back OF environments,
an it was none SO long afore he was as
bright as Il button again. He he'd a way
O flynn at them big yaller pariah dogsa as
if he was a harrow offan Il bow, an
though his weight were nowt he tux EN-
so student like they rolled over like skit-
ties in a haley. an when they coot he
stretched after EN- as if he We're rabbit
runnin'. Same with cats when he cud
| get t cat agate o lunnin'.
One evenin' him an me was trespassin'
ovver q compound wall after II of
them mungooses AT he'd started, an we
was busy grubbin' round a pricAle bush,
an when we looks up there was Mrs.
De Sussa Wi a parasel oyver her shoulder,
a-watchin' us. ooh, my!' she sings out;
''there's that lovelee dog! Would he let
me stroke him, Mister SOLDIER
"Aye. he would, num- SEE /, for
he's fond o laady's company. Come
here, Rip. an speak to this kind lady"
An Rip, seem at t mongoose had getten
| clean AWAY, cooms up like t gentleman
he was, nivver ahauporth shy nor OXFORD.
sHOh. you beautiful-you pretee dog!'
she SAYS, clippin' an chantin' her speech
in a way them sooart has o their avn;
Il would like a dog like you. You are
so verree loyelee-so awfullee prettee,"
an all thot sort o talk at a dog o sense
mebbe thinks nowt on, tho he bides it
by reason o his breedin'.
An then 1 meks him joomp over my
swagge cane, an shek hands, an beg,
an lie dead, an a lot o them tricks as
ladies Teaches dogs, though Idoan't
baud wi it mysen, for it's maxim a fool
O a good dog to do such like.
An at lung lenthit coomso out at she'd
been thrawin' sleeps eyes, as t sayin'
is, at Rip for many a day. Yo' see, her
childer was grown up, an she'd nowt
mich to do an were allus fond of a dog.
| Soa she axes me if I'd tex somethin' to
dhrink. An we goes into t drawn
room. wheer her husband was a-settin'.
They meks Il CURT fuss oyver t dog, an
l has a bottle o aale, an he gave me a
handful o cigars.
Soa 1 coomed away, but t avid lass
sings out. .'Oh, Mister Soldier, please
COON again an bring that prettee dog"
didn't let on t colonel's lady about
| Mrs. De Sussa, an Rip he says nowt
nawther; an | goes again, an iviry time
| there was a good dhrink an a handful o
good smooaks. An [ telled t AVID
lass a heeap more about Rip than I'd
ever heard; how he tux t fost prize at
Lunnon dog show, and cost thotty-three
pounds Tower shillin' from t maj as bred
him; at his Owl brother was the proup-
utty o t Prince of Wales, an as he has
a pedigree as long as Il docks. An she
Tapped it all oop, an were niyir tired o
admirin' him. But when t AVID lass took
to givin' me money, an l seed at she
was gettin' fair fond about t dog, | be-
gan to suspicion summat. 0nny body
may give a soldier t price of a pint in a
friendly way an theer's 10 harm done,
but when it cooms TO five rupees slipt
into your hand. slylike, why, its what
t ~lectioneerin' fellows calls bribery an
corruption. Specially when Mrs. De
Sussa threwed hints how t cold weather
would soon be over, and she was goin'
to Munsorree Pahar, an we was goin' to
Rawalpindi, an she would nivir see Rip
any more onless somebody she knowed
on would be kind tiv her.
Soa l tells M~ulyaney an Orth'ris all t.
taale thro', beginnin' to end.
- Tic 1aTaaDu that Iriclal a111 1oAv
Names says t Irishman; Its felony
she is sejuicin' We into, my frind Learoyd,
but I'll purteet your innocence. I'll save
ye from the wicked wiles av that wealthy
ould woman, an I'll go wild We this even
in an spake to her the wurrds ay truth
an honesty. But Jock" says he, Vaughn
his head, "'twas not like We to kape all
that good dhrink an thin fine cigars to
yerself, while Orth'ris here an me have
been prowlin' round wild threats as dry
as limekilns, an nothing to smoke hut
canteen plug. Twas a dhirty thrick to
play on a comrade, for why should you,
Learoyd, be balancin' yourself ON the
butt av a satin chair, as if Terence Null
vaney was not the aquil az anybody who
thrades in jute!'
Let me alone sticks in Orth'ris, "but
that's like life. Them wot's really fitted
to decorate society get no show, while a
blunderin' Yorkshireman like you'-
Nay, says l, 'it's none o t blum
derin' Yorkshireman she wants-it's Rip.
He's t gentleman this journey
Soa t next day Mulvaney an Rip an
me goes to Mrs. De Sussa's, an t Irish
man bein' a stranger she wor a bit shy
at fost. But y,'ve heeard Mulvaney
talk, an yo' may believe As he fairly
bewitched t AVID lass wal she let out at
she wanted TO TEX Rip away wi her to
Munsboree pahar. Then Mulvaney
changes his tune an axes her solemn like
if she'd Thought o t consequences o get
tin two poor but honest soldiers sent t
Andamning Islands. Mrs. De Sussa be-
gan TO cry, so Mulyaney turns round,
open t'other tack an smooths her down,
allowin' at Rip nd be a vast better off
in t hills than down j Bengal, an twas
a pity he shouldn't go wheer he WAS so
well beliked. An soa he went on baekin'
an film an workin' up t AVID lass wal
she felt as il her life warn't worth nawt
if She didn't heve t dog.
Then all Of a suddint he says: .sBut
We shall have him, marin, for I've Il feel
IN heart, not like this could blooded
Y%orkshireman; but twill cost We no a