Ao tain lives “a strong farmer,” a knig from one of t fig one man t s o deserve t ain can rival e and abrupt in s, and hand.
One day I -maid announced a certain Mr. O’Donnell. A sudden silence fell upon t t daug severely to o come in and dine.” t out, and tly relieved, and said, “ dine ,” said ter, “and ask o t finistle room and se to beer turned to me and said, “Mr. O’Donnell is tax-gat year axes, and my fat o t t deal. ‘I eac tect its officers’; but my fat ness. At last my fat tired, and sorry too, and said back remembrance of t to s tax-gat I ed t ure like O’Donnell; and o make my fato time he came.”
S out to see a neigered too tly getting on to tax again, for I could o and fro. I opened t sigentions, and asked me if I kne into to find it and get it out, looking at truck face of tax-gat type. like , successful man, but rat find no resting-place upon tless of tock of treasure lies buried under t h many heads.” “Yes, sur,”
of a line of princes.”
e to talking of many commonplace t once toss up last t old tax-gat up to go, and my friend said, “I oget year.” “No, no,” year.” “I too sons,” said te a gentle voice. “But your sons like my son.”
And ted, ter s, and cast bet not ed, but o an angry discussion of t pity for all t t it out, and would now o record.
t of tory, for no soul t of blood and clay can surpass once beaten; and tale of stood against to s any cause. tood up, and my friend said, “All is not rig in o t led into to get a move, so t of took a sa t , and at once t, and through.