Leather-Clad Tales of Adventure and Romance, No. 38 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SUNK LANDS. OF panzee, you're greener than the shamrock you're continually singing about! What did you do it for ?” ‘ Yez told me to,” replied Mike, calmly. ‘“T told you to! Hold him somebody ; I’m liable to hurt myself! Tl have you in a lunatic asylum before night. When did I give you any such a hare-brained order ? ” “The other day. Yez kim to me, an’ ye sez, sez ye, ‘ Moike,’ an’ Oi sez ‘ Phat?’ an’ thin ye sez, sez ye, ‘t’row all the old paper you foind scribbled over in the foire; it looks bad,’ an’ O1 sez ‘ all right.’ ”’ Mr. Roberts was crushed. Mike was getting in a talkative mood, and wanted to exonerate himself. ‘* How did O1 know,” he demanded, ‘that the dirthy ould invelope had fourteen hun- dred dollars init? Oi’m no moind rader! Phat do ye take me for; a double jinted, copper riveted, brass bound pace av walkin’ dictionary ?” ‘‘T took you for a dollar and a half a sole and a man of common sense,’ replied Mr. Roberts, faintly. “An ye wor not cheated,’ said Mike, loftily. ‘‘ Oidraw me pay an’ a long breath GOMmichdoo s) m (E(0)