“SERVANT GAL ISM” AT OUTRAM.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1079, 29 December 1882, Page 3

“SERVANT GAL ISM” AT OUTRAM.

An amusing episode occurred at Outram a day or two since. Pen and ink cannot do full justice to the matter, but we will endeavour to give the particulars to our readers. A well-known host at Outram had arranged with a labour agent in Dunedin for the services of a girl as servant, anil on the appointed morning the young lady arrived. As will be seen from the.conversation that follows, she was a native ot the Emerald Isle Upon arriving at Outram, the interesting female, who was a regular strapper, big enough for a policeman, seized her luggage and bounced into the hotel for which she had been engaged. Upon meeting the lanllady she exclaimed in a rich Milesian accent, “ What sort of a place do you call this at all? sure you don’t he after calling t an hotel ? ’ The landlady, somewhat surprised, replied, “ Of course, it’s an hotel.” “ An hotel, is it ? then begorra where's all the byes (boys). Faix I don’t see a bye near the place.” Oh, never mind the boys ; take your hat off, and I’ll show you the place and what work you have to do. ’ ‘ The devil a|sthroke will I be after doing 1 I don’t belave its an hotel at all ! Bo gob, I helave its only a ginlleman’s private rialdence it is. Och hone ! why isn’t there any byes near the house ?’ At this juncture the lady who seemed to he jiiilny for the‘byes’ appeared to be ready to burst into tears, so the landlady, with womanly sympathy, suggested that ehe should go upstairs and. hpive a rest, a hint that was acted upon. ? Soon afterwards the proprietor of the hotel arrived on the scene, and hearing how matters stood interviewed the girl, who, as soon as she saw the master of the house, stood before him in a warlike attitude, and bringing her list down on the table, with all the force of a sledge hammer, exclaimed in piercing accents: ‘ D’ye call this place an hotel ? why, there isn’t a bye near the house, and I thought there be hapos on ’em, so I did where are all the byes, shore ?’ The landlord, willing to pacify the girl, replied : * Oh, we’ll soon find a boy for you. No need to be frightened on that score.' You ould blackguard, what d’ye mane ? Faith, I’d he after letting you know I’m. a daeent girl, so t am, Och hone ? what sort of a hathon place is this ye’ve brought me to, where there’s never a bye near the house Holy Saint Patrick, I thought I'd see lots of byes, so I did, and the divil a oncs’s to he found in the dirty hole of a place so there aint. Give me my wages and I’ll go home wid em, so I will. Bo the hbkey, ye ought to be ashamed of yourself so ye did, you ould blackguard, to be after bringing a daeent girl all the way from Dunedin to Outlnam, a dirty hole so it is. And be gob there isn’t a boy in the placa at all, at all, and they told me there was plenty, ■, How long she would have gone on in this style it is hard to say, for she was cut short in her wailings, packed off by the next train and it is to be hoped she has by this |time found a place with plenty of ‘ byes’ in it. —Taieri Advocate,