An Irishman wanted to sell a dog, but the prospective buyer was suspicious, and finally decided not to buy. The man then told him why he was anxious to sell. “You see,” said he, “I bought the dog and thrained him myself. I got him so he’d bark all the time if a person stepped inside the gate, and I thought I was safe from burglars. Then me woife wanted me to thrain him to carry bundles—and I did. If you put anything into his mouth, the spalpeen’d keep it there till some one took it away. Well one night I woke up and heard some one in the next room. I got up and grabbed me gun. They were there, three of the blackguards and the dog.”
“Didn’t he bark,” interrupted the other.
“Sorra a bark,” was the reply, “he was too busy.”
“Busy,” asked the other, “what doing?”
“Carrying the lantern for the burglars,” answered the Irishman.
NO NEED TO TELL.
Casey (rolling up his sleeves)—“Did you tell Reilly Oi was a liar?”
Murphy—“Oi did not. Oi thought he knew it!”