The Devil's Glen.
Tlie proprietor and landowner of a certain l Irish glen— it doe* rot matter much where - was famous a? being an extremely irate rrai) L Un one occasion a party of excursionists on- i r tered his domain on a waggonette. They ' r drove down t-he eential path singing gaily muc!i to the discomfiture of the proprietor who was attempting his quiet afternoon T constitutional. At length they turned up a road marked " Private." ( - The proprietor bore it mo longer : rushing forward ho seized the rein, of the T hor^ 1^ and arre-trd the veliicle. "Vul— \ulgav lieid," he began, spluttering X in l)i<- angpi. "I ha\e h j-ocd mind tc ,"' etc. • Tliey emilcd blandly upon liim. "D'you know a\lio I am?" ho demanded Then, answering hi* own question, he said, "1 am tlie propnelor. gentlemen."' "J k«e\\ it was tlir De\i]'s (^len."' said the ' f rtii\ir ciuictly, "but I didn't think hod , t be here him&elf to day. Let's go back." I v
Who Knows, Indeed? She wept. "Oh, you editors are horrid," she sobbed. "What is the trouble, madam?" inquired the editor, as he blue-pencilled two paragraphs that had come as nn inspiration to the young man who was "taking up journalism." "Why, I — boo — lioo — I sent in an obituary of my husband, and said in it that he had been married for 20 years, and you — 00 — 00—^boo — hoo — your printers set it up ' worried for twenty years.' " She wepf. But the editor grinned. Perhaps it was all right, all 'round. Who knows? — Baltimore American. Explained. "Do you know this woman?" asked an American lawyer of a negro who had been summoned to give evidence. "Yes, sah, I knows her." "Do you know her very intimately?"' "No, Bah, kain't cay as I do." "How leug have you known her?" "Wall, I got 'quainted wid her short time before I married her." "She's your wife, then?" "Yes, sah, sorter." "But I thought that you did not know her very well?" "Dats what I jack erla ted." "I don't understand, then, how she can be your wife." "Well, yer see, eah, she 'longs ter de church, de singm' s'ciety, de Sisters of de Sacred Broom, de Daughters o' Ham, an' two or three little side shows. A woman whut is kept so busy, sah, ain't got no time ter fool aroun' home."
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Otago Witness, Issue 2493, 25 December 1901, Page 76
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397The Devil's Glen. Otago Witness, Issue 2493, 25 December 1901, Page 76
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