Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-09-11

because put me pick through anotho4
tarrier's boot, his tut bein' into It at
| the time. I might have had drop I
| told him Go home and sleep it on,
says he, an think yerself lucky. he
says that yer only locked on yer
wages an not fired altogether So |
KEN away singin' bit to show me In
| dependence. Listen to me thrill:
Me name is Pat OReilly,
| An I'm as good an bet
| "Neyer mind that interrupted Nc
| Softer. "Tell me how l get to the
| links and I'll stand you the price OF
| five beers"
| DO you know no better than to be
| cuttin' into a gentleman's song? I'd
| have you to know that I'm as good as
] the next man when I'm not wor-r-r-
kin, an we haven't the manners OF a
| bug"
| .Oh, go to the DEVIL" cried McSofter.
losing his patience.
| IAN | see be the same token ye're
| wearin his colors," retorted the son OF
| toll. where did We get that shlrt?,
| he added, his tone changing.
| No answer did McSofter deign. His
interrogation walked slowly, and none
too steadily, around him, examining
| him with suspicious care, and commun-
| ing with himself.
| CAV it amt the very one, may the
| divil get me- An Biddy said the goats
| had ate it off the line. | told her some
| spalpeen of a thafe had stole 1t, an
| here he is right to me hand"
| What are you driveling about!" de-
manded McSofter, who realized that he
was the subject of this soliloquy.
Don't try to put me off with yer
| Innocent airs. 'Tis me own shirt ye
| have on, the same as was stole on the
! line las Monda', an it is not two weeks
| bought from the store
DO you mean to accuse me OF being
a thief?' said McSofter, getting I'M
! easy.
Maybe We might have bounght 1t
offn the thafe," admitted the other, eau
tiously. 1.-The question is, will We take
it off PEACEFUL, or will We persist in yer
crimeful career?'
At this delicate crisis of the negotia-
tions a coach horn sounded from
around the turn To be found in an
alteration with drunken laborer was
little to McSofter's taste. He started
up the road. The son of toll danced
belligerently before him, blocking his
progress.
Get out of my way" cried McSofter
fiercely. "or you'll get yourself into trou-
ble'' 20
.Trouble. is it, Trouble! That's what
I'm lookin' for from amy thafe wild my
red flannel undershirt onto his shameful
back. Trouble?
81 can bite the eye of any shirt-steaIln
dude from Ne'-Yark.
"Come down. We spalpeen, come do-o-o-o-
owni'
lust as the coach rolled around the cor
ner into full view he seized McSofter by
the Inflated coat. To his misery the youth
saw from the corner of his eye his par
ticular bette noir, Col. George Barry, on
the box seat, and he knew that he should
never hear the end of the episode. with
the knowledge there came a sudden ac-
cess of fury and very unfortunate 1t
proved for the warlike son of toll, for
McSofter is a sturdy citizen when occa-
sion requires He let out with right and
left and the next instant the amazed and
discounted chanter found himself lying
at full length in the roadway, while mis-
victim was climbing over fence into an
adjacent thicket, where he swiftly disap-
reared. He wiped the blood away from
his lip with his sleeve and lifted UP his
voice:
Come back, ye cowardly divil, till I
finish we up"
The coach pulled up and Col. Barry
jumped down, making polite inquiry as
to the occasion of the fracas.
"'Twas a thafe stole me new red shirt,
sorr, an refused to give it up or fight me
for it. You seen yerself how he run
ITS a great shame" said the colonel.
sympathetically What are you going to
do about it?'
Sure I'll go to the town an report it
to the police. I've cousin of me wifes
on the foorce an III have him send out
the al-ar-r-m for a man wild a red flannel
undershirt on his outside. guilty of tha-
vim an assault an runnin away"
THAT would never eaten him, I fear,
I'll tell you what to do. You write an adj
,, vertisement to put in the paper and I'll
pay for the insertion. Here's 81. Write a
good one and make the editor print 1t
Just as you write it. Tell him Col. Barry
will stand for it. The thiefs name is
1.-THE saints bless yer honor for kind
gentleman" said the discounted war
| rior. gratefully.
McSofter returned to the house. changed
| his clothes again, and returned to town on
the next train, leaving word that he had
| been summoned back by important bush
ness matters. The following day his man
brought him seven copies of the local pa
per, with pencil marks directing attention
. "P f,elT Mcsofter. Shirt Steel
ing Dood. Bewar O'Reif1y is onto you.
Take Motifs that if you cum Back with
| or With out the Shirt you Stole, you will
| Get Yure Noes Smashed You will Get it
Smashed any Way (Signed) Yours resp'y,
| Patrick O'Reilly him that you Stole his
| Shirt from.
McSofter now says that the Puttercleek
links never did suit his style of play, any,
way-New York Sun.
VIZ