The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-10-22

renee as he took a long, deep Hbation
from the silver stein, and fell to rum
mating.
Conversation for time was tagged,
and it looked as if it might be dull
session of the congress at the round
table, when in burst Eddie Hines of the
Western Union, with five official envel-
opes in his hand that looked like tele-
grams He asked for Terrence, who,
in quiet, business-like way, signed for
them, and then leisurely opened the
messages. Instantly all was excite
ment
BE the fiddler thot danced at his
own wake they're from the crowned
bids av Europe" said he, "in response
to missiges OF stint"
Hero. Hans" said Terrence, to the
Dutchman you can rade Dootch bet
ter nor oil. Till us what the lInpror
William has to say to us. Ye see, byes,
said Terrence, by way of explanation.
"oi sounded the rilety across thu POND
a short tonne ago fer opinions on the
war wld the Bores. These are the on
swers," and Terrence looked as proud
as a South Sea Island woman in her
first suit OF calico.
Then all hands turned to listen as
Hans read the following:
My Tear Derry; VIE ghets lad goot
healt. May you lif long und brosber.
How goes der baddle nit you und der
gongris5 Of nishions, as around Dim
Sullivans dabe, you sit NIT yourselves
terSedder, dis evenings, at hide? Ven
l receptioned your ledder l vas init my
self und no Won else in der segloodedness
of my lonesomeness, daking a view
drings, so 1 vos NIT you in spirid, ii nod
in der berson. AS ter Dom Paul, vile
Il 1I,sl 80 Ion,
| ationing myself init lucidididdy
| I vas hopefulness dot owit
of Yon Bull he will nos
eighdeen kinds of stuffings. 1 vud helh
| him, bu- I have der political rhematics
und giant kick swiftly in der blaze we're
der kick vud COUNT alTetty, nit painful
ness ter Yon, whose qveen, she Is my
granmldder. On der sly 1 have scndeC
him dransbord loaded DOWN NIT del
| fiddle frinkforter sissidges to eat yer
NIT hunger, he und his army are endy
| in der stunning sometimes. l vul
| hat sended him gubble of dorbedC
| bodes nit der dransbord, but der Mig
| geragga canal, id is nod bilded, und de,
| Dransvaal, being mitout a seagost, de
| bodies could not go inlund und de5tro!
, der Rrddish fleet on Lage Champlain.
| 1 will now pring my gablegram TO de
! CLOSE OF a gongloosion und say no NOR,
| at dis dime, until der next dime 1 ha
! some rews ter communication. a.
| jew" as der Frenchmen say ven on
| long journey, dey are abowit ter max,
| some goings owit.
! Wilhelm der grade und der dret
| dimes
P. 81 hat yust ad dis minute, {
| short dime ago, sended der eddidor o.
| DER Vor Cry ter chail alretty, for LEST
majestic. In his lasd isyou, he intim.
ationed NIT der directfulness of dei
boint, dot vos a lopsder sometimes og.
gasionally nit veels in my head, vict
| he CALLED der booghouse, of der mean
ing Of Wien my ticktionerry does nod ex-
PLANTATION der definition.
"Vots P S. stood for? Enlighten-
ment me, Derry" said Hans.
"Oi dinnaw; Pat Sullivan, OF giss. -
said Terence, draining his stein to the
dregs.
Here's a cablegrom from King
Horsecar av Swaydin. You rade it,
Swen,' said Terrence. Here is what ii
read, according to Sven, the Swede:
Deer Derry: Hur NOR nj. yust ban
danking dar battar ban a bord of ar
bitration entrodoos, consisting Of five
mambar, you en- Hans, en- Sven, en-
Donald, en- AIRY You ken sit as long
as salary hold out, en- dar ban blanty
bizness, right away Vile you are dank-
ing in counsel. Dom Paul and Yon Bull,
must not be loose vid rifles ia kill fai-
lar.
Horsecar, king of Sweden, bay da
Baltic.
The other messages were sharp and
to the point.
Donald the scotchman. after rever-
emily saying, God bless the Duke O.
Argyle" read the following:
''Wa'rn ~ tOpitbor In ,,o, l.
lammies in 9 crofter's car. Ma mair
shall men divided be, an Britannia
shall rule the sea. Whan cot there cam
the Boerish rat, whar sorra was the
British cat. Far ava We'll be fighting
soon, an auld Dom Pauls sun VII gaze
doom.
Campbell, Duke O. Argyle"
These sentiments didn't strike Donald
at all. "Hoot mon' said he, 1.-THE Camp
pell Gamma change his spots. He never
was nae gude.'
AIRY read this message from the
Prince of Wales, which had the sug-
gestion of hearty slap on the back in
it:
HI say, Terry, hold boy. Hime deuc-
edly glad to shike yer bloomin' fist.
Blawst me hyes, hit does one good to
see you looking so well. You hawsk me
what hi think hof the war with the
Beers. Hi think we har going to do hup
Hoom Paul, hin habout a round hand ha
'awf. Hi know you har with hus. Caunt
you send message to the recalcitrant
nationhalists, hand ave them form a
couple hof Hirish regiments? IT'S
bloody good fighters you har Terry.
The hold Idly, me mother, hunites with
me in this wish. Will you haccept ha
commission? Hif you do Wen make you
horderly to Mijer General Ridvers Bull
Ter. Hime sitting hup waiting for the
hanswer
"Halbert Hedward, Prince hof Whales"
yell see green corn in wavin' fields
in the Sahara whin We see the Oirish
jinin' wild ye, an be the same token
yen sit up until ST. Patrick releases the
captive snake, BEFORE yen git an an
swer from me-" And Terrence looked as
if he meant it,