The record-union., 1897-08-21
IRISH JOHNNY'S SIDE OF IT.
HIS VERSION OF THAT BRIGH-
TON EPISODE.
IF He Didn't Make 1t Perfectly
Clear, It Is Not Because
He Didn't Try.

He is a small, thin, red-faeed old
man; a little old man, with roll in
his walk, a broad and peculiar brogue
on his tongue, and indignation and
mirth were strangely mixed in his man
ner, as in rapid jabber that left never
chink for a word to be thrown in by
the scribe he ratified off his story:
rs de editir O. the pepper in? All,
is't you the same? Well, see here,
Hunters put me name in yer peper
yetster' marnin', an I tell no lies, me
man, and didn't put in his own, ye
see. Egad, he said a peddler named
John Smith, backed is harse ON the
bicycle path and flung the Dip'ty Sher-
iff inter the barb wire fince where fore
Cad, I had to fish i'm out. yer see,
an he put me in the pepper, he did, an
wouldn't put his own name, shure, an
he Dip'ty Sheriff, an he's got a good
job. Lord hip i'm hould it down!
Now, [ want 'er have justice done
me, ye see, an Hunters he can get his
in gobs at the Courthouse. Yer see, [
was taken a big rake home to Mr. Peb
bles an 1 lift it in de yard, an was
comm out leadin' ole Rosy Fore Cad,
sor, all I care fer is ter make livin'
for mesel' an old Rosy. They call me
Irish Johnny out there, an me names
John Smith, shure, an I'm not a ped
dler ither. I just wurk around. does the
ole man, whin L can, here and there
bit, an old Rosy.
Well sor, We see, shure I didn't see
nor hear Hunters. Lord love ye, l
wouldn't want Johnny hurted, not
bit, sor, for what I'd want him hurted
for? He's got to be a Dip'ty Sheriff,
and Lord help him hould it, says I.
well the first l knew 1 was crassin'
the path, an old Rosy, the mare, was
leadin outside in the road, not an the
path at all, at all, and Hunters, shure
he was all mixin' up wild de barbed
wire fince. Shure. / thut he was COM
mittin' O. suicide, indade I did, an got
i'm out, did, an I says, Are ye KILN
yersel', Hunters, an ye a Dip'ty Sher-
iff?' And he says he run agin the mare.
! Lord, says 1, why thin didn't she kick
you?' That's so, sor Mrs. Kerns is me
frind, an a good wan, an knows [
don't git dhrunk at all, shure, an livery
one has a good wurrud for me out there,
shure for ole Johnny. Me names John
Smith An Hunters says he'd licked
me only I'm shmall an old! Lord love
| i'm
There was a big buck over b'yanst the
levy who long ago cum out an slapt
me jaw, an I had i'm arrist'd, an he
had to get the Destrick Attorney to kim
out an git him out o. the throuble.
Lord! Lordi I believe if was tin
hundred feet under the ground I'd get
MKT UP with sum O. thin there bucks
| out there. An Hinters a Dip'ty, Lord
hilp him hould his job! says Irish
Johnny, an that's what they call me-
but me names plain John Smith, shure,
an 7 don't want Hinty hurted, shure
not. nor old Rosy don't want him hurt
ed. Och, I'd not hurt a flea, shure, sor,
| if it didn't nip me.
"Shure livery vans got good Wurd
| for me. An Hunters, l swear ter ye, /
tho't he was thrying ter commit sui
eide by tanglin' hisilf up wild de barb
wire fince, an I untangled i'm, l did,
an I said, Are yer hurried, Hunters
an he a Dip'ty, ye see. an he SAID ne
rund agin the mare. An why dldn |
she kick him? Lord love ye. and put
| it sthraight in the peper, will ye, sorE
| An Hunters. a Dip'tyi Egad, if l was
in Chiny, I'd git MKT up wild thin gay
bucks, shure! Good day, sor.''