The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1903-11-07

There was blacksmith once in Donegal
named Thorny, and because he was
humpy little fellow, and very consequent
tial, the neighbors nicknamed him Lordy,
and oftentimes called him Lord Thorny;
and he had one son named Dick, who
grew up to be an idle fellow and every bit
as consequential as his father; but he was
a handsome fellow and bit of dandy,
and the idol of all the girls in Donegal.
As said, he went about doing nothing,
with his hands in his pockets, and his
Sunday clothes never off him, and his hair
combed and licked into all kinds of nice
shapes. 1t is many the fair match he
could have got amongst the girls in Don
egal, if he would have taken them, but
he was ambitious, and had too high an
opinion of himself, had Dick. He always
said he was equal to any lady in the land,
and that he would take no wife but lady
who could afford to keep him.
His father, seeing he was of no earthly
use to him, would very we'll like to see him
marry warm farmers daughter, and set
tie down in life, but every time ever his
father spoke to him in this way, my brave
Dick only turned up his nose at it; and at
long last his father got SO heartily sick,
sore and tired of him that he banished him
from about his place altogether, and Or
dered him to 90 of, and cake the world
for his pillow.
Well, my brave Dick started and he
headed for Dublin as being the greatest
and grandest place in the land. 1t is often
he had heard of Dublin and often and
often he had wished to be in it. So now,
when he set his feet going, he never called
a halt until he was there. Small money
he had in his pocket, so he took lodging in
Door. back street, and he washed and
dressed himself up in his dandiest, and he
went out walking through the grandest
parts of Dublin, admiring the grand houses,
but admiring more the still grander ladies'
and there was one young lady that he saw,
who was far more beautiful than any of the
others, and he turned and followed her
from street to street, till he saw her go
into her own house, and he marked it, and
saw that it was very fine and grand house
entirely, and he then knew that she and
her people must be very wealthy.
And he knocked at some neighbor S door,
and pointing out this house inquired who
lived there, and who might the young lady
be that he saw going into it just now.
And the neighbor told him that that was
the house of the Lord High Mayor of
Dublin, and that the young lady who had
gone into it now was the Lord High
Mayors only daughter, the most beautiful
young lady in. Dublin, or maybe, in all
Ireland, and one of the richest, too; for
she would inherit all her fathers wealth,
and he, being Lord High Mayor, was, of
course, the wealthiest man in all Ireland.
Then Dick went away, thinking that this
was the young lady for him. 81 will court
her." he thought, ''and make her my
wife, or know the reason why
And he went off with himself to his
home in the back streets, and he went to
his bed, and he did not sleep much-for
he tossed about, Illuminating and planning
all night; and in the morning he got up
bright and early and had his breakfast,
and started out and looked for drapery-
shop, and when he had found one, he went
in and asked for dozen of their incest
silk handkerchiefs, and he paid for these,
though there was little more left in his
pocket. And then he set off in the direc-
ton of the street where the Lord High
Mayor lived, and he was set off and dressed
in his very best and dandiest, and when
| he caine Ihere, he WehI uiaichihS up hhu
down that street, past the Lord Mayor S
house, and he watched all the time, with
the tail of his eye, to see if she was coming
to the window to look out at him.
And, sure enough, attracted by the
sight of handsome young stranger in
Dublin, who was walking up and down the
/ street, taking the air, as it seemed to her,
she came to the window to look out. And
as he saw this he put his hand in his pock-
ct, and took out one of the silk handker-
I chiefs, and wiped his nose with it, and
then then threw the handkerchief care
lessly over his shoulder; and every time he
passed the window he would pull out
: another handkerchief, wipe his nose, and
Immediately throw the handkerchief away
again.
And she called her servant maid, and,
pointing out the lad to her, said :-''This
must be a wonderful rich young man en-
tirely; for, though he carries the best silk
handkerchiefs, he never uses any of them
a second time, only throws them over his
shoulder as if they were bit of paper.
} And more by the same token there was
crowd of the young street-runners oil
Dublin at Dicks heels, and they were
grabbing at the handkerchiefs, and scuf
fling and fighting for them, according al
he threw them away. Then the Lord
High Mayor s daughter sent her servant
out, and told her, as he seemed to be stran
ger, to ask him would he not come into the
Lord High Mayors house and rest him