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I akened by sohirappled with hiht in a shaky trundle-bed, clutching Jio me shirrt, sorr," he pleaded--"f'r the saints' sake, Misther Renault! I've the wan shirrt toback onnant Irishman; "'tis lory be! I'll throuble ye, Captain Renault, f'r to projooce , sorr!"

Clutched in , and I lay there ahtily adjusted it before the tiny triangle of glass nailed on the wall

"Sha to cheat so ood to the haythen whin James Burrke takes the Currietown thrail----"

"You're exe; and the durin as he retied his stock and stood slass

"Och! divil a hair has he left on the wig o' et up, sorr? 'Tis ten o'clock, lackin' some contrairy in' f'r lack o' soupaan----"

"Are they here?" I cried, leaping out of bed "Why didn't you say so? Where's , I tell you Say to Colonel Willett I'll join him in a second"

The fat little landlord retreated crab-wise I soused my clipped head in the tub, took a spatter-bath like a wild duck in a hurry, clothedno noise lest I wake Elsin, and ran down the rough wooden stairs to the coffee-rooe officers, all blue and buff and gilt

"Well, Carus!" ca voice froure of Colonel Marinus Willett sauntering toward me, his hawk's nose wrinkled into a whi forward and grasped the veteran's outstretched hand, asking his pardon forme from crown to heel "Is this the lad I've heard of--below--" His nose wrinkled again, and his grirown since I last saw you at the patroon's, ro a reel with those rosy Dutch lassies from Vrooman's--eh? That's well, hters! Look at Tim Murphy! As for me, I never could learn to dance with you Valley aristocrats Carus, you should know my officers" And he mentioned naentlenore thehtfully fore, but never included hiine, he resembled his Excellency, and have heard others say so; but I do not know, for I never saw his Excellency