The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-01-21
him out an threw him in the bed OF
the cart. an, hurried off for the grave

SitTu. 4 e
But aas the ,s,, king Of T ,E who was
one ever left his court for the grave
yard that he didn't attend the. funeral;
he Was Nm 4 Rimssif an ' great tnI part
Now s eom Se Pssf aS sT as they
farmer a hsarin the a tumble o Of th h cart art
to see who ia' Vas goin 70 be- buried des An
when h he saw that the corp MAS hy I'm
We'll" they said to him. hes good
for neither, king, nor country. He's q
worthless diyil who hasn't enough in him
afford It. We're sorry. but there's moth.
sse 9r fasr We eua a the he sopSsd
the cart, an when he, had @ look at the
chap lyin, in ,Iiot the bed of +, he says:
thing. too. to put him, into the grave.
king of Tirkane. an If YOU like to stop
port feed a great MANY a hands. says
about my house. an the support of one
there
says y ths king 'ea Of Al rka n!aSs he e.
''rhere'll be no objections III the wide
Sgr to den r &C. DO 9sow
in the cart. glyin' him a prod; What
have you got to say to that"
The fsGw IN n, the cart never S moysd
he: AK him.. says he. what will he
he, steppin forirld to the cart. .Iil give
you your I'LL OF mutton an beef. rashers
an eggs, tag, bread an butter r. an pesa-
as well as In the middle of the. night. too,
If you feel an appetite for IT,
~, "A generous Offer by my troth'" says
says ~ wi he potatoes he gives 1 ne
on. says the farmer; says he. step
psetatoes. in their Jackets. You'll peel
Sfhen ii You please" says the fellow
in the cart. says he. still never moyin' or
tan s sde 1T y Rs pa aaSs
stop the cart! Stop the cartl" shouts
out the king Of Tsrkane. saspin an wake val
says he rf to ena Of bis courtIsrz, with all
the speed Of your heels, an oyertake the
king Of rirbane, where he is on his way
| home, an tell him to come back for that
well no deserves it. AS for YOU, says
feoM hen IN Ff Up f eps o a he
castle. an kspt there as sion Ions IS ysa iIys
people of my Kingdom can afford, an
as much as a potato you'll never have to.
peel, says he. Turn the cart" sage no
Aisy,.,' says the chap in. the cart, says
he. ''Will YOU please tell mo first how
far back is our castle?
Well, It y as good as two mile, says
IAN how far IS the graveyard" says
Less nor mile" says the king.
Then says the fellow in the cart.
as tRo # r Rs 90 ntt To th il aa sss
The king Of Tirkane, when he got his
breath with him after this, run an got
4 himself afore the horse an cart an con-
r1sf the dryer a Ss his ha Rss S fG Sc
a. disgrace to myself an my Kingdom for
al time, to bury such jaynius as this.
srs kea nt Raes to two 4sspe es Tshs Re oes
not want to go to the CASTLE" says the
king, "he's richly desaryin' that tho
castle should como to him."
carpenters and his sail makers to build
q tent round him in the cart where ne
lay; an, next day he started all the
masons In the land an az the carpenters
wouldn't be found in ireland again, round
| this jaynius. An in that castle, the bate
or like of which wasn't In Ireland again.
Year Year ! tho Iasy jssxnlas sar5sShdsd Al, " 4
could afford, lived till he. died--which was
| a lea an long time after--honored, re-
spsstss an dam %hoe eshsa wor
the h MaSM I II . t!ag, An IFS him was
richly desarvin' OF that same.
can see thu remalns Of his castle to this
| day. "a Yt. 5sts