The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-05-14

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clane forgot that promise. and the conse-
quence was that got me pass, and was
laving Purgatory on the run, when who
should run acrost but Pat O'Rourke.
Hello says he, ARE you Off sYis,' says
l, and I'm in divil of hurry Tim,
says he, did you send the fat SOW that
you promised me wildly on the night of
the walker No. says L, 4 clane forgot
it when got sober Did you git abso-
luton? says he. No. says L; when
Father Malone was giving me absolution
was so busy trying to remember the
things had done that clane forgot all
those 1 had intended to do With that
Pat called out, Stop him. and they
stopped me in jiffy. Ishowed me pass,
but Pat told his story, which 1 couldn't
deny, and thin they clapped this chain
on me, to carry, as they said, till L re-
damed me promise or got absolution
Now, have me pass, but do you think
what a foine sight | 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 hangin' to him. And
now, Peter, this is what | want wild We:
I've selected the pig, but 1 want you to
drive him to Wildly O'Rourke's door, for
III let We know, Peter, that there's ne er
a ghost in heaven or 'arth that can drive
a pig whin he has the divil in him, which
same ne usually has,"
"A1 right said Peter; I'm 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 yen fly wild the aise of wild
duck"
Wrapping the piece of cloth around
his arm Peter rose from his bed, and say
ing, "Fm wild ye now, Tim,' out of the
window they sailed together
Before very long Peter found himself
near large building, from which he
could hear the sounds of cattle, and
soon he discerned in the obscurity the
forms of animals in neighboring in
closure.
Here we are. and here are the pigs
said the ghost.
The ghost and his companion came TO
the ground close to big, fat SOW that
was contentedly sleeping, when Peter
remarked: '.'Tis no aisy job to run ir
this pig. How many miles is it to the
Wildly ORourke's?''
''Only four miles, said the ghost;
''but have plan to make short work
of it. Have ye praty in your pocket.
Peter?
Il have" said Peter.
''Then breathe on it and hold it to her
nose and she'll follow We like dog"
the which Peter did, and after an hour
of good work they arrived and knocked
at the Widow O'Rourke's door,
who's knoclin' there?'' said q sleepy
voice.
Its [, Pete Donnelly. and frind.
with prisint of pig fer ye, Mrs
O'Rourke.'
This is no time of night comm to, an
honest widdy's house: but know We for
a pure man. Pete Donnelly, and I'll ope
the door, if yen bide a minute. till |
throw on a bit of me clothes"
A few minutes later the door was
opened by Mrs O'Rourke, who, light in
hand. asked Peter and his friend in. but
when she noticed the white garments
and CHASTITY face of the ghost she threw
up her hands. dropping the light and
shrieked. What divil of ghost is this
wild ye. Pete DonnelIy?' to which Peter
replied in soothing tones:
''Sure, be calm, Mrs O'Rourke, it's
only Tim Sullivan's ghost. Ye must re-
mimber Tim-'tis but short time we
walked him. and do you not call to moind
that before he quit ye that avenin' he
promised you a big, fat sow"
HE did that" said Mrs O'Rourke:
land was surprised that he should
think of lawn this world and forgettin
a poor widdy-lnore, by this token, that
Wildly Sullivan has had the loan of me
saucepan now foive times for to fry sau-
saSes, 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 purgatory to
redame me promise, and here's the sow.
and good luck to We, Mrs. O'Rourke''
At this moment the SOW walked in the
open door,
"Where did ye get the SOW, ghost of
Tim Sullivan said Mrs. O'Rourke.
Il cannot tell ye that, Mrs. O'Rourke."
Then I'll not take the pig, and now
look at her, there's squint in her eve.
and I'll have none of it, apd ! don't loike
the looks of ye. either, ghost of Tim Sul-
livan''
"fll 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?''
81 am that, Mr.. Ghost"
"Fhen come along wild me, Mrs
O'Rourke," +" and, taking her by the waist,