The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1898-08-02

sense of the deplorable state of the
Black Dwarf's table service, the dingi-
ness of its tin-plate, and the grittiness
of its cutlery. Manager Bingham, that
great parsonage, dressed partly in his
own clothes, partly in the lendings of
his hosts, was lapsing deeper and deep
er, in his chair by the fire, into state
of semi-obliviousness from fatigue
and other causes.
Mike looked at him critically, and
listened to his remarks, which were in
frequent and far from lucid; but he
kept his suspicious to himself for the
present, and went on with his cooking.
mike" asked Darcie, who was full of
his own share in the entertainment,
where is the cup and saucer?"
''The which," said Mike.
''The china cup and saucer that 1
bought at hehospital fair. You needn't
ask which when there never was but
one. Where have you hid the pieces?"
"Wisha, don't bother me wild your
cups and saucers. I've me bacon to fry,
and the rain is peltin' down the chimbly
in me pan, and it's shpittin' fat like
blazes upon the lady's habit-skirt
Take hould, and set back the chair
bit"
you are the worst old duffer of
cook!" groaned Darcie, scolding Mike
softly, on account of the neighboring
guest. you have sliced the bacon as if
it was ham. Go hang yourself up some
NUhn nv1f Of hO
cup and saucer!"
IF it's for herself''-N1ike glanced
toward the screen of shell
have to dhrink her coffee out av tin, or
Fave it alone, God bless her! The sau-
GERS broke-it's the trut' I'm tellin' We
and the cup, barrin' the han'Ie, yell
find in the chink at the left av the
chimbly; it's got me boot-grease in it,
SIT would be money in my pocket if
you'd never been born" Darcie in
formed his senior partner, for the hun
dredth time that summer; and Mike
duly responded: Faith, an it would
in me own! And whats the matter wild
tin, that she cannot put her lips to it ?"
he demonstrated. Tin is wan av the
precious metals, these days; there's a
hOwlin' duty on it. A poor mans dead
bruk if he buys a four-bit dinner-pail
to pack his cowld vittles in. Mabby this
cup, now, is made av that AmerrykiR
tin they do be BLOWN about" He took
murky tin cup from the table, and
polished it on the leg of his trousers
The world knows it's cost its weight
in gold to produce it, and who wouldn't
, be proud to dhrink out av it!''
''Oh, stow your tin-horn racket"
Darcie requested. "Save it for election;
keep it for the man in tin hat. Don't
waste it on a British free trader, who
| hasn't got VOTE
But now the drowsiness of Mr.. Bing-
ham was invading his whole system
and becoming progressive and alarm
ing. Darcie studied him anxiously,
and thought that he recognized the
symptoms; Mike said that he ''smelt
| it on him when first he come into the
room"
~"He's exceeded himself, and l hear
it's habit he has. He's TUX wan too
many, or maybe more than wan too
many, to counterac' the victim he got;
it's risin' on him, like yeast-powdher,
wild the hate av the room"
"How's he going to get home?" was
the next question, and a very serious
one, in view of the daughter.
He'll not get home the night, unless
he's fetched" said Mike
''Well, you needn't give it all away
to her, in that stage-ghost whisper of
yours" admonished Darcie.
''Be aisy; she can't hear word
we're sayin'. wild the torrent slushin'
down the gulch and the t'under rowlin'
1 niver hard the like o. that in the Cor
de Lanes! 1t aquils the boss storrums
veil get in the Saw Tooth. Hank now!
The mountains is crackin' their ould
nobs together. Sure it can't hould long
| like this
This is a horrible business, Mike
Help me here; we must move his chair
back into the shadow; he's not pretty
to look at"
He'll not look pretty to her when
she'll be comm out to her supper;
hoary-headed shpectacle he'll be.
We'd best get him into the bed at
wanst"
1T will be the last of him, Mike. if
we do"
First and last, there's no more
power in him. He's shuccumbed to the
drink; and pity form, man ,av his
age. not to know betther how much he
can carry. And cruel shame it is for
her, alone wild the haste and the two
strange men av us for comp'ny. dun
no fwhat will she do wild herself, an
the night comm on, and five mile o.
nasty grade bechune her and the
mine"
Darciewe to thewindow and looked