Pig Oil

The other day, as I was walking out I met a friei.d of mine, one Lucien O'Roon, a regular Hibernian. As wo were wa!kir:g along, ho told me about a little oil-vvelí he eaicl he thought he had discovpred ou bis premises. 11 W'ell, ye must know, ono day while I was in my back yard forninst the pigsty, an idea struck me that our pork was oily - be the same token IVe alwaya told Mrs. O'lloon thesnme thiug." " Do yez think so, Lueius dear," she lafd. ' Ov coorse I do, nnd I can't give the reason of it. But we saíd no moro about it, íind the day I was standing by the pig-jsty, and looking at the pigs rolling in the wather, I thought that they appeared slick and oily. Huwiy Mothor. says I, but them pigs have iinpudenco. Here they are rolling in oil, and I am as poor as blind piper. Wid that I gave a wild yell, and rushed iuto the O'Roon mansion juat as Mis. O'Roon was coming out with a pot of boiling water. I knocked the pot out of her hands scalding a little pig in the door. " Arra, wirva, wirra !" cried Mrs. O'Roon. " Divil take the pig I" says I, " Hurra 1 - Come to me arms, Mrs. O'Roon, isiPt it me that'll be as rieh as a king ov ould Ireland V' " Whut's the matter wid yez, Luoiua ? Is it drunk or raad y rs ?" " It's drunk wid joy I am, Judv dear. Hurroo ! Bless the pig-sty ! Bless 8t. Petroleum ! Bless " '■ Bleseed Virgin, what's come over him ?" satd Judy. " IVe atruok it ! I've struok it 1" fays I. ' He'a been a fighting!" says Mrs. O'Roon. " It's out in the yard," says I. " What's out iu the yard V' says Mrs. O'Roon. " An oil wll !:' gays I. And wid that I brought her out, and showed her the well. 14 Bad scran to you, Lncius O'Roon,' says she, "ie that wbat yez seared ihe lifo out ov me, and scalded the little pig for ? Faix, an if that's an oil-wel! it's aisy to ïiialce one, for t'u only the oiiy pork-water I threw in the puddje."