The San Francisco call., 1905-06-04

small blame till him such day, an
when the haythen at length come out,
dhressed an ready for the road, it was
low tide in the cruiskin.
Now" siz Sent Pathrick, its a
usual thing when mans goin' to be
hung, TO grant him any reQuist. in
moderation, that he axes. So," siz
he, = you're in much the same posi-
tion a, man gaif7' till his hangin', I'll
We. for company On the road an to
squelch yer thirst-In grant we the
reQuist iv takin' a cruiskin iv the
Uisge- bath with ye."
The lad he smiled, an siz he. "Ay.
but, Sent Pathrick. so far as / know.
1t isn't usually the hangman that
chooses the requist. But no matter,
siz he, 1.-The cruiskin I'll take. So
takin' undher his arm a comfortable
sized wan, with the bubbles on top iv
it winkin' at ye, the haythen TUX his
place among the sarpints, an Pathrick,
headin' all iv them off on the road for
the Cove, started.
1t was long an a dhreich journey.
an the Sent, poor man, had the dick
ems own TROUBLESOME time iv it. The
haythen. iv course. he went along all
right. but the sarpints was the very
divil 70 manage, an there wasn't
crossroads they come to that the whole
covey iv them wouldn't take an start
down the wrong way. purtendin' all as
wan as that they thought in their.
hearts they wor takin' the very right
way an savin' the Sent throuble: an
the poor distracted Sent had to be
cleekin' this lad back with the cleek
iv his staff, for to make him go right;
an pummelin' that boy with the goold
head iy his stick, to make him mend
his manners; an proddin' another lazy
schairner, to encourage him: but Ito
give the divil his duel the haythen he
was aisy dhriyin', an went along all
right. givin' no throuble whatsomiver.
AS / sayed, it was mighty dhrouthy
lornsort iv a day, an what atween the
drouth an the fataigue an the vexation
the saTpints give him, Pathrick (no
wonder) wanted for to stop an sloke
his thirst at almost every runnin'
(who was noways bad-hearted. after
alD always made offer of the cruiskin
to the Sent instead
It's a bad medicine is the coul
wather when vans hot an sweatin'.
so Pathrick always consented to take
a pull out iv the cruiskin. an when
he'd dhraw his sleeve along his mouth,
an hand back the cruiskin. he'd say,
'"Thanky, Haythen. That's mighty
slokin'." An faith so it was.
An afther a hard an thryin'. tire
some time iv 1t, poor Sent Pathrick.
both tired an footsore. worn an for
lorn. with the temper iv him nigh
broken, at long an last reached the
say at the Cove iv Cork. An he had
screenged the country so we'll this
time that he hadn't left sthrayed or
sthraggled sarpint from end till wynd
iv Irelan' that he hadn't gathered with
him, an the haythen-the only remain
in haythen in all the lan'-among them.
An he now surrounded the congrega-
ton himself an his staff. an driv
them higgledy-p piggledy out into the
ravenous waves iv the ocean, all iv
them. barrin' the haythen. who he
wanted to say a last wurrd till. An
when he watched till he seen the tail
iv the last sarpint stop kickin' above
the wather an disappear foriver. he
turned till the haythen, who was stand
in there waitin' his turn. an siz he.
How long have ye been maxim that
obnoxious liquid We call Uisge-bath 2"
Nigh on ten years, Sent" siz the
haythen.
"Ye hardened sinner" siz the Sent.
An dhrinkin' it?''
An dhrinkin' it, yis.' siz the hay
then.
Och. och' but yere the hopeless
sinner siz the Sent. Now" siz the
Sent. II have tested that Uisge-bath
in the interests iv all my Christians in
Irelan'; it was my duty to do at all