The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1908-10-10
COCK OF THE WALK.


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The austere Mr.. Martin Goldsbor-
ough expected business acquaintance
to lunch with him at his stately man
sion. When the guests hour for ar
rival drew near, the host summoned
his butler.
Malachi, :" said he, when his uni
formed servant stood respectful before
him. ct came near forgetting about
the wine. There's just one bottle of
champagne downstairs. Bring 1t up
for lunch"
"That bottles gone, master, STAN
mered the butler. "The cook is re-
sponsible for it, sir 70
Bottle gone, and cook response
blel Send the cook here !"
Shortly this domestic, her eyes
flashing defiance, entered.
Bridget, bottle of wine"
"Be careful, sir r. broke in the In
dispensable servant, standing threat
eningly in the middle of the floor.
"Be very careful or Oi'll leave p
Hear me through, Bridget. A
bottle of wine is missing from the
cellar. Do you know what became
of that bother"
''Did Oh steal it, do you mean? If
ye insinuate as much, mark ye, sir,
Oi'll'leave p
81 haven't accused you of any
thing of the sort. All I want to
know is what became of that bottle.
Bridget p
"Then Oi'll tell ye about that bot
tie, and then, mind We, Oi'll leave.
Last right Oh had company in the
kitchen. Twas the cook and another
iv the servants from the Van Bullion
house across the street. Oh had been
telling them how much lee-way Oh
had in this house, even to being con-
sidered as one above the pale iv SER
wants in any mansion, not excludin'
the White House.
"There was sneer on the face iv
the Van Bullion cook, sir, that Oh
was tempted to efface wild smash iv
me fist but, as is becoming a cook
iv yours, sir, Oh held my dignity and
resolved to rub it in. Excuse my
French, sir P'
go ahead, Bridget p
$50 Oh then and there evolved
bold scheme, in which you and Mala-
chi and that bottle were the impor-
tant figures. Excusing myself, Oh
hurried to Malachi and disclosed my
intention. Malachi was afraid, but
Oh put him easy by shouldering the
entire responsibility. Remember, sir,
when Olive finished, Oi'll leave p
"Pshaw we're not on the subject
of leaving, Bridget. Go on what
was your scheme?"
ITO impress the truth iv me boast
ing words on my visitors Oh and Ma
lachi go and rig himself up in your
clothes, put on one iv your wigs,
until he looked the dead spit iv ye,
sir. Then, at the ring iv a bell,
which 1 had taken into the kitchen,
Malachi in your make up came in wild
a smile on his face to see what Oh
wanted. OIL leave when me tale is
told, sir -
Nonsense. Where did the bottle
of wine play part, Bridget?"
"Oi'm forninst that part iv me
story, sir. An your bogus self in
quired what was my pleasure. Oh
says, Mr.. Goldsborough, first let me
introduce me two friends, naming
them. Malachi smiled again and
seemed pleased to meet me friends.
Then says Oh, Mr.. Goldsborough, ye
have in the cellar just one remaining
bottle iv champaign wine. Bring it
up and let me friends drink to your
health and mine And the next
minute in walked your bogus self wild
the missing bottle and the glasses.
Then while Oh gave the toasts me and
me friends clinked the filled glasses
until the bottle was empty. Now,
Oi'll leave, sir ~
"Wait tell me why you went to
so much trouble and risk in this pro-
cedure, Bridget ?"
"To prove to me friends that in
this house OFT the cock iv the walk,
sir Now OIL"
you'll stay, Bridget, on an in
creased salary. For of all the cooks
we ever had you are indeed the cock
of the walk. Men York Times