The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-15

upon me when in the act of abstracting my
own umbrella. Scarcely had got firm
hold OF the handle when this fairly shrieked
demand rang out beside me:
who are you!-who are you?-who are
your
Ichabod Crane when pursued by the
headless Horseman never flew over old
Pocantico bridge faster than, startled and
dlsmayed, plunged out of the place and
into the clutches of Southampton street
police officer. Explanations followed; |
missed my train. but was formally intro
duced to the gleefully malignant raven
whose station was in the hallway, where at
night its cage was covered with some trav-
eler's handy rug.
That's strange principle of human ma
ture, which finds mitigation of our own
humiliation 10 the embarrassment of 9TH
ers but the same evening l almost forgave
the vicious bird for selecting as another
victim one of those particular aggraveting
American females who prance and scold
about the world as professional "agitators."
The lady was big and broad and pompous--
familiar figure, | am told, in the New
England states. Wherever she moved she
proceeded IN a series of stately psuses and
snorts, as if to say:
u pause that you may have opportunity
to fully realize who l amp
She was passing in this manner through
the hallway to the dining room. The raven
was evidently impressed and curious. He
promptly shouted, almost in her ears:
who are yOuI-who are YoU?--who are
YOUR
The ngitator was agitated. Trembling
FROM rage she wheeled and shouted back to
the office force and titteripg guests
who am II Bless me, every body OUT
side of this disgraceful country Knows who
| am This is an outrage. 1 shall see
Minister Lincoln about It'll" Then she
majestically snorted herself in to dinner.
An irresistible but repressed outburst of
laughter followed the oontretemps. AS it
died away l noticed the raven craning It's
neck to this side and that, and blinking
demurely. Then it gave it's ugly beak fe "
smart raps with its claws, sent an unearthly
whistle after my disappearing country
woman, and, as 1t finally settled itself for a
Bit of quiet reflection, purred hoarsely but
still softly and ruminativey.
"Who are you?-lVho are YOU?-lCho
are YOU?"
Speaking Of interesting Americans
abroad, reminds me of curious incidsne
of my recent years wauderings 10 Ireland.
From the western slope had crossed the
crags OF CarrantuohilI mountain to the
Killarney lakes, at its eastern base oroEssd
the vagrant Owenreach river; and,
scrambling over hill and heather. finally
reached the great highway from Bantry
and Glengariff, called the prince Of
Wales route" from Cork TO the lake region.
Just where this magnificent road first
turns the mountain side, tourists by longs
car, or legs, are given q first glimpse OF the
surprising panorama, which at one sweep
oomprehends the great mountains on either
side and the witching lakes between-the
most enhancing of all views of Killarney.
.Tk NNrwA
travelstained, upon a ledge OF rocks, rest
ing in the sweet April day and dreamfully
contemplating the scene before me, when
was pleasantly disturbed to afterward first
know by actual experience the substantial
rewards of a Migrants life in tourist lands.
The long car filed with tourists and q
small mountain OF hampers piled above the
"well' between the hanging side seats, lum'
bered up the southern ascent from Ken
mare, and came to its customary halt tc
enable tourists to enjoy the unusual pros
pect. Among the passengers were couple
OF Etonian graduates and an English Milford
and milady with their children and serv.
ants, all OF whom were in an aggressive
defensive attitude of silent scorn toward al
innocent pair from our own loved land.
The latter were little bald, nut-headed
gentleman with q bent, poddy body, sug.
costing polished pebble set in the end of q
banana, and his good honest American
wife, twice his hight and four times hi
girth. The man was the embodiment OF
nervous activity and enthusiasm: the
woman of adipose and repose; and both
having duly paid their booking" were
placidIy oblivious Of the ethical injuries
they had inflicted all the way from Corr
upon their fellow travellers.
Everybody alighted but the calm Amer
lean woman. In serene composure she
watched her side of the long car settle
nearly to the ground; but she kept her seat
"Come down, NAV, do" urged the little
| man, bringing into instant use pair OF
| field glasses, each tube Of which was al
| large as the Lone Fisherman's" stage tel
escope. "Maw. this is wonderful, wonder
full, wonderfully
Milford WINGED, milady elevated her eye
brovs. the Etonians readjusted their eye
glasses, and the servants looked dignified
mo: guess I'll let well enough alone, "
murmured the little mans large wife.
| "Maw, this is wonderful, wonderful
wonderfully repeated the American
sweeping the scene with his glasses, filling
the English delegation with another series
| of shudderings, and backing into me as he
spoke. :,
'YovTl step on that man there. paw, Il
YOU don't use your eyes," cautioned the wife
| from the long car.
| s.Bless me, yeJ;-wonderful, wonderful
| wonderful! PeasantrY right here in the
mountings. See here. Pat" he continued
addressing me, ''you good for nothing dyna-
mite Irishmen don't deserve this wonderful
keutry, darned if you dol"
"Thrue for yez, yer honor" replied
humbly.
''See that, maw9" with q cunning wink
TO his wife. Thinks Pm one o. them high
rollers Well, we'll, we'll Pat, here's a
a-guess it's half crown or something 7
other There, now. brace up. Go to my
country. Get clean SHIRT. Be a-a-weil
| git therep"
"God bless yer honorn / responded
thanking him heartily. MAY the top o
yer head never folly yer hair"
"Mawi--ssy, NAV did you hear that
Irish wit, by gollyl Well, we'll. well
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Live
long round here, Patp
"Idade did |. For ages"
WonderfulW-
The English contingent WINGED; tn
worthy man gave me another shilling; ano
his rood wife from the fitting long cal
wished the little man "wouldn't mako sucl
fnss over every poor creature in Ireland.
"Well. well, Pat, what's the name o. that
mountingT
s,Some sort of-er-Btory-er-legio
about it. s'poseP x.-.
,tDivii doubt that, cor. But wan mount
ain stud there at first, sor. st. Patrick
NAV all the saints bless himl-Was carin,