The Newtown bee., 1897-05-14
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 The soldier knew Pat we'll enough to know that he would do it in second if he made motion, and so he stood there passively while Pat yelled, "Carp'ral of the guard ," Ia a moment or two the corporal came running up to see what the matter, but he was halted by Pat, who said, "Give the countersigu.'
 "Ticonderoga," said the corporal, and started to approach nearer.
 "Howld up," interposed Pat, ''yez haven't got it right either, at all, at all."
 In vain the corporal protested that that was the word that had been given out. Pat would not let him move either way, but kept the corporal and the private standing there with his bayonet vibrating between them while he shouted for the sergeant of the guard. The word was passed along and finally the sergeant arrived on the scene. Meanwhile the guard runners com- panions began to edge away little to await developments, remaining, how ever, within earshot.
 ''What's all this trouble?" demanded the sergeant, locking over the group.
 'sGive the countersign," was Patrick's rejoinder.
 "Ticonderoga," replied the sergent.
 ''Faith and yez haven't got it right oyther,'' said Pat, pointing his bayonet at the sergeant.
 "Yes it is, you fool," answered the sergeant, ''that's what all the pickets have"
 "It don't make wan bit of difference, g said Pat"If yez don't give that counter sign right and yez move wan step, I'll put hole through yez."
 Pat was getting angry by this time and the protestations and threats of the sergeant and corporal did not move him whit. Flaherty called this time for the lieutenant of the guard. He was by this time surrounded by a pretty re- spectacle party of puzzled officers, all of whom he was holding at bay at the point of his musket. The hubbub soon reached the ears of the lieutenant and he came down in tearing hurry to see what the trouble was all about. Pat brought him up short and demanded the countersign, although he knew we'll enough wEo the officer was.
 "Ticonderoga," said the lieutenent.
 "Howly smoke," sighed Pat, ''he ain't got it right either," and he pondered as to who he should call out next.
 "Ain't got it right?" said the lieuten- ant angrily "why, you fool, 1 gave it to you myself"
 "Sure, thin yez forgotten it," said Pat. "Ticonderoga' wasn't the worrud yez gave me.''
 What was it then?" asked the lieu tenant, beginning to see the fun.
 "Bedad, it was Wrong kind of TO- guery.'" said Pat, and a shout of laughter went up from the group he had standing around him. Flaherty, having recently come over and not being we'll up in American history, had not heard of Ticonderoga, and had mistaken the word, although they had drilled him carefully, trying to get him to pronounce it. Not long afterward the regiment moved to the South and with it went Flaherty, now rechfisten9d "wrong kir d of roguery." It stuck to him all through the war, and he got so used to it that he responded to it as his name. The first time the men were paid off Pat watched the men draw their pay and finally it came his turn.
 Patrick Flaherty,7 called out the major. Pat stepped forward.
 'Is your name Patrick Flaherty ?' asked the major.
 sFaith, an it's not, sir" responded Pat.
 "How's this? What is your name then?''
 Sure it's Wrong kind of roguery,' sir" said Pat, complaeently, thinking he had sprung good joke.
 The major flew into rage and ordered Pat off to the guard house, intending to have him court-martialed. He con- sidered himself grievously insulted, and it was not till the captain of Pats com. pany explained the joke to him that Flaherty got of.
 When the regiment was lying near Alexandria Flaherty achieved the honor of being the best shot in the company through curious circumstance. The men shot at mark for practice, and the man who made the best shot each day was given 12-hours' leave to go into Alexandria. The mark that Flaherty's company was shooting at was on bank