The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-11-26

ye uu see d plCCHufe III Ter d pOluleI.
A poorthrait av George at thot tonne,
signed Happiness, would sell loike shil-
lalahs at a Donnybrook fair.
" This iVvydince av the affections in
which Dim held in the hearts av mo
counthrymin brings the tears av glad
ness to me eyes, Terry he sid. Dim
grateful, bekase they are grateful.
Wen niver know the harsh worrd. OF
fale loike a young colt wild the fray
dom av the PASTURE An thin off he
goes to Washington, where, on behalf
av the Amerrycan people, OF praysinted
him wild as foine a house an lot wild a
fray dade, as wan could wish fer. If
George wint to bid and drained he
dwilt in marble halls he wud have
found his drame thrue whin he woke
up in the marnin'.
'Oi think ivrything wud have been
serrane if thot little divvil av an own
chuck, Cupid, hadn't raysumed diplo-
mathematical raylations wild George,
George, sid he, Mrs. Hazen thot was
Miss Mclean, an is to be Mrs. George
Dewey, is watin' fer ye,' sid he. All
roit' sid George; and afther goin' down
to the PANTRY an takin' a good swig
out av the bottle to Study his narves,
he wint into the libry, and the thing
was Dover quicker'n ye cud cross che
t. in Patrick. Father Mackin,' said
George, Dim anchored fer losfe,' sid
he. 'Ye're the lucky man. sid Father
Mackin, but George sid he, don't
make any breaks sid he. 'Oi won't,
sid George, but thin We see he was only
human, an cuddent peer into the dim
and musty future an see the same
paypale thot was THROWN their hats
in the air, Sancin' around loike mad
and calm him out av his name OF
don't blame George to shed tears byes,
as OF see be The Spy that he did. OF
don't blame him at all, byes.
"Vot dit Chorge dit ter der dear bub-
lig dot made his voice explode drew
his face nit lamentations" asked
Hans, the Dutchman.
He simply got soft on his wolfe, as
OF tould we >befoore, and daded DOVER
to her the house we gave him, byes.
Twas somethn' av an affince, oi'll ad-
nit, but twas vainyill at the most, an
poor George should not be judged so
harshly"
Hi think you're right, Terry. 'Tis a
shine, a bloomin', blawsted shine. We
hin hol1 Hingland would never ave
treated Nelson hin that wy. Hi caunt
understand the Hamercan wys.
Give me hold Hingland hevery trip,
says hi and AIRY. the Englishman,
drained his mug of musty.
Il dank da guide Swaddish mon no
ban out at sea, en- do something vor
his country, ban battar trated than
Dewey l pity poor fallar," said Swen
the Swede.
"Hoot mon" said Donald, the Scotch
man. "'Tis the sorra trick. ca it the
scurvy trick. Let's gle Cargo our SOM
pathy. Ye ha the writin' talent. Terry.
WI We dash off the messenger"
"Oi wud byes," said Terrence, but
Tim here has a telephone. Don't ye
!
up George by long distance?'
The idea took we'll, and the congress-
men went into the telephone booth,
where Terrence called up Washington.
Within a few minutes he had Admiral
Dewey on the other end of the wire, and
explained the nature Of the summons.
Dewey was more than pleased with
the kindly greeting, and in his rough
and hearty way he told Terrence that
he was a brick and every inch a sail
or
Cheer up, George said Terrence.
ITS only few cads thot are barkin'
at yer heels. Till thin thot criticizes
We, thot they can kick an be hanged.
Ye have the house, George, an be the
powers POSSESSION is noin pints av the
law"
Dewey said something in reply that
made Terrence laugh.
IVY init laughter dit you open your
face unC let your voice make some es-
capings?" asked Hans.
Its a saycrit av sthate," said Ter
renee. IAN OF can't till We, Hans. But
George is all roit We're wild him an
he's wild us. Oh don take any more
stock in these yar-runs about Dewey
than OF do in the gatherings av certain
min av me own race thot revoile their
own counthrymin. Such min are not
wor-rth talkin' about, Dyes. They wud
be outcasts an exiles aven in their ma
tive town. OF was about to say they
are min widdout flag, but in the dis
cussion av such misfits an mistakes av
nachure, human comparisons are ode
yus. 'Twud be far more Truthful to
saw, they are ours widdout kennel