The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-12-10

"Tas bin a most momenchus wake
wild me, byes, an Dim glad thot Dim
aloive," said Terrence, the Irishman, as
he dropped a silver dollar on the round
table at Tim Sullivan's Sign of the Sill
yer Mug, last night, and the congress
of nations came to order.
GLORY be to Peter" he continued, as
he took a large quaff at mug of
musty, IAN iXpinsive wolfe is roonus.
OF thought fer a minute or two thot oil
Wud aither have to ship me taxes or
apply for registration in bankruptcy
1t all come out roit in the ind, but twas
the divvil's Don froit whole it lasted.
''Vot's der reason dot you vos agita-
toned? Dit you bed on der wrong ent
uf der O'Brien-Erne fide und your
heart vos it palpitationed init anxious
ment undil der referee, he calf id a
draw, und der stakeholder he gifted
you back your money!" asked Hans the
Dutchman. Information US abowit
i'd
yah, Terry" said Sven, the Swede,
did We get pretta reckless en- ban
foolish vi6 your money? Tell us right
away Qvickly."
"Hime bloomin' glawd, Terry, that
you didn't ave to settle. 'Twud grieve
hus much if you 'ad to hante up. Hi
sy, hold boy, don't tike to betting hon
the fights and rices. IT'S not good form
for men hof small hallowances. Hi
know 'ow hit his, hold fellow. Hive
been there myself. Hi went broke hon
ha little bet hi once 'ad with the Prince
hof Whites hat ha Derby" And as
AIRY, the Englishman, spoke he took a
deep libation of musty to drown out
the recollection of the bitter experience.
"Hoot mon," said Donald, the Scotch
man, Il think it's a bloof ye're giein'
us, AIRY. Anne thinkin' We never got
nearer the Derby than a newspaper &C
count. G'wa wi ye. We're nae SAT-
ties"
Il yust ban danking so, too said
Sven Harry ban maxim out vor
long time haze ban great fallar in da
ole country. / dank haze put on Tugs"
Yah, Sven" said Hans, ids vot
der schmall America calls der yosh
und con. Ven he residenced in Eng
land he vos like der rest uf us, making
hustling yer a yob, nit his his dinner
in a tin pail"
Don't moind thin, AIRY" said Ter
renee. They are jealous av the loikes
av you an OF, that had castles an
broad ancesthral acres av our Don in
the ould coonthry, wild retinooes av
liveried retainers on our staff to hade
our bick an call. But ye're all wrong
about the raysons av me agitation.
Twas not on the races thot OF came
near goin' to wrack an room. Twas
worse nor thot, byes Faith, it was in
the last place in the woide, woide
worruld thot We wud ixpict to see me
RECKLESS wild me kline. 1t was in
milinry sthore an OF was wild Honora,
who wanted to buy new hifalootin
faymule cawbeen.
'Sorra the day thot Honora got SIGH
eXulted notions av STOLE into her hid.
Faith, in Oireland, where her folks had
only the grass av a pig-though oi'll
admit they had plinty av fowl-she
was reasonable in her desoires, an a
cawbeen thot cud be purchased fer
shillin' satisfied her. It's the way av
the worruld, byes, -howsomever. Whin
in Rome ate macaroni wild the Ro-
mands and whin in Jarminny stoifie
yer obligatory NERVES an submit to.
be fed on limburger an sauerkraut,
though yer stomach may be howlin'
fer the good ould corned bafe and
Nov, HOnora, whin q mimber av
the boord av common scoundhrals in
Shy Ann, Wyoming, acquired craze
fer hoi-fangled notions, an though
olive cured her ay the woman suffrage
fayver, she sthill has a loikin' fer foine
wearin' apparel IT'S the way av VIM
minkoind the worruld over, an OF sap
poose we can't blame her, byes.
well, sor, to make a long sthory
short-rt, she convinced herself, aginst
the wishes av mesilf an me bank ac-
count, thot she nayded a foine cav
been made up av the most ixpinsive
av sthraw. velvet an feathers. Nothin'
wud do fer her but to have me go wild
her, for says She, tbs rale good for
rum says she, fer the husband to ac-
company his Weife,' sid she. we can
hoire an open hack, sid she, an ar
roive at the millinry sthores wild what
the Frinch call eklat,' sid she. 'Tis
, divvil the bit wiser the millinry gerruls
/ will be- sid she, 'whin we come in in
stole, sid she. Faith sid she, its
, forrin dukes an duchesses they will
/ think we are said she.
" Faith, they won't said OF. ''Tis
not fer couple av clutches we can
praytind to be at all, at all. Don't be
! ashamed av yer nationality. Honora.
| Instid av arroivin' as Dutchmin, let's
be our natchural silves. Lave us as
sumo the quiet dignity av our kingly
ancestry said OF.
'Ye don't understand me- sid She
and wild thot she Explained hersilf 'Oi