Clancy did not hesitate, but entered the saloon. With determination in his eye, and all the straight-forwardness that he could put into his gait, he marched up to the bar-tender and inquired about the raffle.
“Ober dere,” said the man, pointing to the other end of the room. “Dere’s anoder chance left.”
Clancy, with an eagerness born of despair, deposited his quarter and drew his ticket, No. 13. “Thot may be bad luck,” thought Clancy, “but I’m bound to win.”
Clancy waited with stoical indifference as the numbers were drawn. At last he heard some one in the front of the crowd call out, “Thirteen wins.”
Ten minutes later, Clancy marched proudly into the presence of his wife, and laid his turkey before her.
“Mike,” she said, “where did you get that turkey?” “Mike,” she said in a louder tone, “did you steal that turkey or beg it?”
Mike did not reply to the calumnies of his wife. He was asleep.
MUSIC HATH CHARMS.
MUSIC HATH CHARMS.