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Taith y Perenin yn yrI 20fed…


Taith y Perenin yn yr I 20fed Gannif. PROBLEMS FOR SOCIALISTS. (Continued.) Once again I am settled in surround- ings unfavourable to the collection of problems for Socialists. I am in one of several small houses under one land- lady. I am one of four occupying the bed-room I sleep in, and the kitchen is used by three married couples as well as the single lodgers. They seem all to be fixtures but myself, and the only one who beats his wife knocked up his hand the last time he tried it, and seems in- clined to be peaceable till it mends. Of Course, m keeping my eyes open, and will t notes if I learn anything, but for this week I think I cannot do better than submit the case of little Tommy. I first met him 26 years ago on my arrival in Wales. I have met him often since, and found him a resident in Monk- ton House when first I arrived there. He appears to be no older than he ap- peared when I first met him, and I would almost believe it is the same old accordion he carries now. He never splays a tune; only makes a noise, accom- panying it with a U song without words n —and I may add, without music either, while during his performance his head is shaking and appears to be in danger Df toppling off his shoulders. Most of your readers will know him, and he is just a nice little nut for the Socialists to crack. In the lodge he was quiet and well behaved, clean in his habits and well clothed. His head only shakes while on duty; he likes a drop of beer, but is seldom drunk. He is a very much .married man, could give Henry VIII. 50 points in a hundred, and beat him in the matter of wives. He is reported to have property in various places; he is never short of cash. and lives on the best. The wife he had with him on this occasion was a few inches taller than him, and a few feet more in circumference, a perfect mountain of fat, without form or face to attract. One evening she was drunk and-quarrelling with the other women, while poor Tommy was coaxing her to go to bed, being afraid she would be turned out. In the course of her quar- 'rels she lurched up against a young giant of a fellow who was half drunk, nearly asleep, leaning against one of the pillars of which there were eight in the kitchen. The young fellow did not like it, shoved her away rather roughly, giv- ing her an objectionable name qualified by an objectionable adjective. Tommy had a spark of something in him which, had Henry VIII. possessed it, would have made him a man as well as a king. The offensive words had scarcely left the youngster's lips when Tommy planted a blow just below his heart, and drew back assuming a defensive attitude. That is my wife; be civil, or it will be the worse for you." Everybody was aston- ished. Even the young fellow who re- ceived the blow seemed thunderstruck, though there was not weight in the blow, to hurt any one. Then the laugh broke out. Tommy's attitude was like that of a bantam facing a cochin china. The young fellow charged Tommy, but others intervened. Tommy never flinched, only turned so as to always face his an- tagonist. Word for word was instantly thrown back, and Tommy outclassed the Young giant in wordy warfare. Mean- time Navvy Pat, who was on the first {If his periodical drunks, had been keep- ing the other end of the kitchen in roars of laughter. He happened to reel up to ,our end, and seemed to take in the situ- ation at a glance. The young giant was frantic; he had never been allowed to get to close quarters with Tommy, and had even exchanged a clout or two with those who headed him off every rush he tlade. Pat staggered up to him. Co mo ün, me darlin', have a go at tue; troth its a shame that a broth of a boy sh'd be spoilin' for a fight an' divvel a gintleman in- the crowd to accommo- date him." Pat laid a hand on the fellow's wr't, c\lld with the other hand gripped him Olllewhere between the elbow and shoul- der. I never saw any one who could offer effective resistance when Pat took a grip drllnk or sober. When Pat had led him to the far end of the kitchen by traverse Filing, he released him. "Now, how will ye have it; is it to be Queensbery Or N.S.C.? There's a bit of a difference Ye know." But here the young fellow charged, aiming a tremendous swipe at Pat's head. Pat dodged aside, and the 0ther collapsed, turning round with the force of the swinging blow which did not land, and falling on his back among some firewood in a corner. Holy Moses, why can't ye listen what tellin ye P" I lIe picked the young fellow up; how, do not know, and as if he were a bag of feathers landed him on a table. Cr Ye'll be knockin yerself about a lot worse than ye will me if ye don't listen; as ye ever on a 0peratin table? This is they ^aT ve 011^' we want tfle straps." "e young fellow seemed to be getting e better of Pat, but with a heave and twist Pat had him on his face, and was straightening his legs and arms. b ^is is the way they examine ver ^clfn'ar(j parts. Ye're a bit round shou I- red, an a thrifle over-developed about 6 Polltariors." -lV^eie the young fellow managed to off the table, and was sliding f°renxost to the floor. Next moment fi Was standing him on his head against thl wall. ha S° me *ess' ye ye> an' PQt yer able S °n ^ure Pa'ias down; ye'll be h0*t0 s^an(J on yer heaad if yer neck liver tiee pounds o' fat I Just then roars of laughter from the other end attracted us. The landlord came to clear us off to bed. Pat and j the young fellow collapsed together, and we were in time to see the last of Tom- my's escapade. He had tried coaxing to get the lady to bed, but his efforts were fruitless, and at last he made a desperate effort to carry her. This was fatal to his dignity; he could hardly be seen under his load; three steps, then shipwreck. His wife was furious for a couple of seconds, then seemed to see the humorous side of things. She slapped Tommy on both ears, picked him up like a baby, and started for the stairs. We saw one bump that his head got, and heard a few more after he was lost to sight. A touch on my shoulder and Pat's voice in my ear: Would ye let me lane on ye the least little bit Dad; troth the stairs are too wide for me to-night, I'd nivver get to the top." We parted at his bedroom door. U Good-night, sound sleep an' swate dreams to ye, Dad. Troth this is not all a world o' sorrow, the light-heart can get a good laugh most anywhere. May we both die laffin." To which I responded U Amen. n PERERIN. Pontypridd. I (To be continued.) j

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