The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1891-04-08

pass two weeks ago."
Then, in the name Of the divil, what
do you want, Tim Sullivan, trapesing
around in those nightclothes? And If
it's anything can do for the repose Of
your soul just say the word, Tim, and
for ould friendships sake I'll do it as
sure as me names Pete Donnelly."
"Tut, tut, Peter Donnelly; don't use
the name Of the divil SO familiar like
you don't know him. He is much big
ger man than l thought him till saw
him down below. Do you know, Peter,
that he's bigger man than the mayor
OF even the chief of polace~
"And have you seen the divil, Tim?"
"Av course have"
"And what did he say to your
"Well, you see, 1t was after had me
pass, when was on me way here, when
he was coming along with whole
crowd of his folks, and they stopped me,
and widout word they took me by the
arm and escorted me right to the divil
himself, and the divil he says to me,
very politely like, What is your name,
sirY And answered him at onct, Tim
Sullivan, your honor Then says he,
Where are you golngr Then says l, I
was thinking of going back to me old
home for Bit Then says he, Have
you your pass wild youT | says, 'Yis,
your honor, and / up and shows it to
him. He took one squint at it, but he
would not touch it, and seen him shake
bit when his eye caught the sign of
the cross, and then he says to me, All
right, Mr.. Sullivan and4aking his hat
off he made me most polite bow, jest
as II was the finest gintleman in the
land, and Twas left alone in the twink
ling of an eye. oh, the divil is born
gintleman, Peter, and any man who
says anything agin him is no friend of
mine, and tell you that for your own
good, Peter Donnelly."
well, well, Tim Sullivan, have it
your own way. Divil word will say
against the divil, seeing as he is a friend
Of me old friend Tim Sullivan; but what
can do for We, Tim?"
II hardly know if l can trust the sa-
cret wild ye, Peter, but I've been casting
me eye-me dead eye'-you know, all
around me, and can think of no friend
Of mine but you, Peter, who has the
courage to take the job in hand that I've
come for can do the most of it, but
need a live man to help"
Twill a man risk in the job, Tim, OF
Is 1t only the putting some blaguard
out of the way who's disturbing your
pace Of mind? If it is the last, Tim,
you can count on me, but no dalings
with your gintlemanly frind the divil,
II you Place, Tim Sullivan. I'm not
that kind Of man"
"All right. Peter" said the ghost,
land by your leave, I'll take chair.
And now, you reminder Pat O'Rourke's
wake, do you not? where Brannagin
claned out the medicine bottles after the
whisky was gone"
"Yis," said Peter, II remember it
right well, for me cousin Judy Flanagan
broke her leg in falling over the corpse"
"Well.p said the ghost, II. that night,
promised the wildly the prisint Of fine
Eat SOW, with a hope Of allaviating the
sorrow Of Mrs. O'Rourke bit. Now, /
.clane forgot that promise, and the conse-
quence was that got me pass, and was
LAYING Purgatory on the run, when who
should run acrost but Pat O'Rourke.
Hello, says he, ARE you OFF, 'Yis,' says
/. and I'm in a divil Of a hurry Tim
says he, did you send the fat SOW that
you promised me wildly on the night Of
the walker No, says l, Il clane forgot
II when ! got sober Did you git abso-
lutionY says he. Nc says /; when
Father Malone was giving me absolution
I was 30 busy trying to remember the
things had done that clane forgot all
those ! had intended to do With that
Pat called out, Stop himr and they
stoned mein iify, Iahowsd me pass