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Pat at the Conversazione.

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Pat at the Conversazione. Dere Mister Iditor,— Shure, an' here Oi am once more. Its sorry Oi am Bridget let the secret out lasht week. Its sthopping her pocket money Oi am. Bedad, an' Oi <lid injoy mesilf; begorra, it was a trate. Oi got home from work about four o'clock in the afternoon on Tuesday lasht, sor.* Its a foine foreman we have on our job, sor, an' because Oi asked him mosht swately to let mesilf off ear- ly Oi had no throuble at all, at all. As Oi said before, Oi arrived home, an' Biddy had mi supper ready. Shure, an' Oi did ate it mosht heartily. Thin Oi had a wash an' shave, an' shure now Oi cut misilf roight on mi beauty sphot, bad cess to it says Oi. Biddy ,cut a small peice of paper off the wall an' sthuck it on. Oi black-leaded mi slippers misilf, an' of course, yer honur, .Oi put some on the bottoms. "Pat, an' what are ye doin'?" says Biddy. "'Shining the soles," says Oi. "Faith, an' what forr"' says she. "To slip well," says Oi. "An' are ye goin' to 'behave yersilf?" says she. "Where?" says Oi. "At the Conversazione, of course." "Shure, an' Oi am," says Oi. So Oi made a sthart to dress, an' belave me or not, sor, Oi did look foine. Oi had mi besht black an' white trousers, blue waiscoat wid red buttons, n.orning coat—an' is that correct, sor? —an' the tie. Oh, begorra, an' ye should have seen it. Oi am not goin' to spake about it, shure an' it may give the show away. An' the stockings, oh begorra, they were blue wid white stripes. Oi did look foine, an' Oi be- lave Oi did credit to the Old Conthrey that noigbt. Whin Oi was almosht dressed, Oi rimimbered that there was no stuff in the house to put on the hair <of mi head, so Oi gave Spud Mur- phy's bhoy a penny to fetch a box of <'ream. Be jabers, an' what do ye think he brought, sor? A pot of that stun* they clane the chairs wid. Niyer moind says Oi, put it en; an' Biddy put the pot full on her two hands, an' rubbed it in. "Steady," says Oi, "shure an' its rubbing all awaye, ye arc." All she says, sor, was "Ginger, yer halmy." That's dons it, sor, faith,'Oi think'Oi have put mi foot in it now. At lasht 0] was dressed, an' Oi misilf helped to dress Biddy, wid Mrs. Murphy passing rude remarks, but the (teed was ended at lasht, so off we stharted. Whin we got to the bottom of the strate it stharted to rain, so we wint to the Post Ofnce for a stharup, an' to wate until the rain sthopped. Its a splendid place to have a spell, sor. Oi spoke to the tady behind the counter, an' Oi balave Biddy was jealous so she walked up an' whispered "It's sthopped raining, P-lt." says Oi. So off we stharted, an' arrived'at the Drill Hall safe an' sound. There were two gintle- men sthanding by the door taking the tickets, winn one said to Biddv. "Ladies' Room upstairs." says Oi. So off Oi stharted, whin a little short gintleman shouted, "Come back; your room top end of the hall." Oi begged his pardon, but Oi did not ioike to lave Bridget. Oi wated for Biddy to come down; an' aftci* a moighty long toime she came, an' we \vint in together. Whin we wint in thire was a gintleman who could not foind his ticket. Oi tilt viry sorry for him, but Oi think lie put it alroight. Shure, an' didn't the crowd look whin Oi walked in wid the Pride of Killarney. Oi took her to a sate, an' Oi was walk- ing up the ball whin Oi sthumbled, an' shore Oi nearly fell. Mishter Bethel, it's a broth of a bhoy ye are to put yer foot out loikc that. At lasht Oi got to the card room. An' shure there was a foine pack of cards prisint; nap iviry toime. Oi bung mi coat an' howler on the piano, an' put mi hoots insoide the tender, an' Oi was putting on mi second slipper. "An' what is that ye say, sor," Its begging yer pardon, hut Oi say agin, Oi was putting on mi second slipper whin Dai Grimths sthepped on mi favourite corn. Oi did not say a word—Oi smiled a little. Oi was introduced hy Steve to a few gin- tjemen. an' was coming on quite dacent !oike whin a tall young man calted out, "Choose ver partners for the Quard- rille." tn Oiwint to fetch Biddy: an' Oi could not for the loife of mi think what they were laughing at, whin all of a sudden something sthruck mi in the neck of mi hack. an' Oi rimimhercd that Oi had the duster Biddy had been using to polish mi head. Oi had it for a mumer: mi hesht one was not dry. Oi found her, an' we wint round the hall loike a pair of butternys, an' the crowd injoyed the figures we cut. Oh, it was a trate to see us, sor. Thin we wint to the shop at the bottom end. An' what will ye h'ave to eat. says Oi. "Pork pie," says she. "Two pork pies," savs Oi, "wid some Sarspar- ina." The ladies laughed. Oh, he- gorra, they did injoy it; an' it was a long toime before one of thim could ix- plane that they did not have any. "Try fish an' chips," says Biddy. "Be- have yersilf says Oi," but 01 asked for it. Thin there was another roar; thin Oi heard a voung colleen sav, "Ain't it hot?" 'What'?" says Oi. "The sanwich," says she. An' another lady said, "Ain'st they huge?" "What?" says Oi agin. She said the same. So Oi asked for one of hot, an' of huge; an' Oi had four peices of bread wid two peices of ham in batwane. Shurc, man, they were nice. whin all of sudden toike Biddy said, "Pat, if ye love me, squeeze mi little finger." "Beaisy," says Oi. "Squeeze," says she. An' shureOidid. "That's better," says she. "What?" says Oi. "Pat," says she, "its mosht. awful. Oi had a. mouthfu) of mustard." So ye know what love is now, sor. A mouthful of mustard, a little finger, an' a moighty foine squeeze. That's Juv. Thin we had another dance, hut begorra Oi was afraid to go hack an' have more iuv, so Oi wint to the card room. "An' why didn't ye pass the swates round, Tom, mi bhoy?" Oi had a chat wid Mishter Weeks, an' he said he was deleighted wid the crowd prisint, an' Oi noticed the same young man wid a hook, an' taking some money; shure, an' he is ntways after it. An' have ye hane after it all the toime since the lasht toime 0: w?s thire; shure an' its a shark ye are after money. Oi was introduced to the Riverend GIntleman the footballer, an' its a foine player he is Ror, an' a good sport, too, yer honur. Oi had a bttle chat wid another gintleman, an' he invited misilf to visit the club some foine evening, so its coming Oi am, mi bhovs, one of these viry nrst days. Be- (hd, Oi misilf an' Bridget did Inioy our- sitves, an'Oi think Iviry one else did. Now, mi bhoys, Oi hope It won't be long before ye have another one, an' Oi win bring Spud Murphy an' Charlottes in' Con SuUivan. It's a foine dancer he is, sor, an' Oi am certain he wiU take Alice wid him, but faith man, Oi hope no one will sthart to sing, "Alice. where art thou?" It was a mosht pleasant evening spent In mosht pleas- ant an' daeent company. 01 am, sor, your obadiant servant, PATRICK RAFFERTY.

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