The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-04-18

Father Malone was giving me absolutiol
Iwas so busy trying TO remember til,
things had done that clane. forgot al
those had intended to do With tina
Pat called out. Sop hime and they
stopped mein jify. I showed me pass
but Pat told his story, which I couldn''
deny, and thin they clapped this chair
on me, to carry, as they sand, till l re-
damed me promise or got absolution
Now, have me pass but do you think
what foine sight 1 should make in
heaven, frightenin' the young angels,
wild me chain hangin' and bangin' about,
and hearin' the young ones sayin', at
livery turn, There goes Tim Sullivan wild
broken promise haIlgin' TO him. And
now, Peter, this is what want wild ye:
I've selected the pig, but want you to
drive him to Wildly O Rourhe's door, for
III let ye know, Peter, that there's ne er
a ghost in heaven or 'arth that can drive
a pig whin he has the div1 in him, which
same he usually has"
''All right" said Peter; "Tm wild ye. :"
Then the ghost said TO Peter, "Can
you fy?"
Not much" said Peter.
With that the ghost tore off bit of
the sheet he was wearing as kind of
Roman toga, and handing it to Peter
said, WRAP this around your arm, me
boy, and yell fly wild the aise of wild
!, duck
Wrapping the piece of cloth around
his arm Peter rose from his bed, and say
ing, I'm Wild We now, Tim," out Of the
vino ow they sailed together.
fBef.,re very long Peter found himself
near a large building, from which h,
could hear the sounds Of cattle, an d
soon he .discerned in the obscurzty tire
forms Of animals in a neighbormg in-
closure.
'sEere we are, and here are the pigs"
said the ghost.
The, ghost and his companion CO me to
the ground close to big, fat SOW that
was conmntedly sleeping, when Peter
remarked: '''Tis no aisy job to r'hn in
this pig. How many miles is it 10. the
Wildly O'Rourke's?"
"Only four miles," said the ghost;
"but have plan to make short work
of it. Have yea praty in your Ocket,
Peter"
Il have" said Peter.
'Then breathe IN it and hold it to her
nose and she'll 70 low We like dog"
the which Peter di d, and after an hour
Of good work they arrived and knocked
at the Widow O'Ro,rkes door.
who's knockin's there?" said assleepy
voice.
e'Its l, Pete Donmelly, and frind.
with prisint of a pig fer We, Mrs.
O'Rourke."
'sThis is no time oftnight comm to All
honest widdy's house; but know We for
pure man, Pete Donuelly, and I'll ore
the door, if yell bide a minute, till l
throw on bit of me clio thes."'
A few minutes later the door was
opened by Mrs. O'Rourke, who, light. in
hapd, asked Peter and his friend inl but
WREN she noticed the white, garr lents
and CHASTITY face of the ghosf4 she threw
up her hands, dropping thes light and
shrieked, "What divil Of 6 host is this
wild We, Pete Donnelly?" to which Peter
replied in soothing tones:
no CdLll, NILS. ~ IL
only Tim Sullivan's ghost. 'Eeslnust re-
mimber limits but short time we
walked him, and do you not catlla5o moind
that before he quit ye that av enin' he
promised you a big, fat sow
''He did that" said Mrs. O'Rourke;
'sand l was surprised THAI he should
think of lawn this world and 'forgettin
a poor widdy-lnore, by this token, that
Wildly Sullivan has had the loan of ma
saucepan now foive times for ito fry sau-
sages, WHENEVER her company has stayed
to tay"--
Then said the ghost, Mrs. O'Rourke,
I'm PLACED to foind ye in this moind, for
I've come all the way from pnrgatory to
redame me promise, and hele's the sow,
and good luck toye, Mrs. ORourke."
At this moment the sow walked in the
open door.
"Where did We get the SOW, ghost of
Tim Sullivan" said Mrs. (D'Rourke.
81 cannot tell We that, LIS. O'Rourke"
''Thep I'll not take the pig, and now
look at her, there's a squint in her eye,
and I'll have none of it, and l don't loike
the looks of We, either, ghost ofsTlm Sui
Ivan"
IN lave the pig wild ye, Mrs.
O'Rourke, and I'm quit of me promise.
So now, farewell, and I'll be off,"
Not SO, begorrah. Take your divil
of pig and yourself wild her. I'll see
you in purgatory before take your evil
eyed pig in me house."
Are you woman of your word, Mrs.
O'Rourke:"
Il am that, Mr.. Ghost"
'"Then come along wild me, Mrs
O'Rourke," and, taking her by the waist,
the ghost of Tim Sullivan flew out of
the window, bearing the shrieking form
of Mrs. O'Rourke with him.-Sleg in
Argonaut.