A KNIGHT ERRANT
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He was a very decided English type, and as he stopped an Irishman and asked for a light he volunteered to say:
“Excuse me, my man, for stopping you as an entire stranger. But at home I’m a person of some importance. I’m Sir James B——, Knight of the Garter, Knight of the Double Eagle, Knight of the Golden Fleece, Knight of the Iron Cross. And your name is—what, my man?”
“My name,” was the ready reply, “is Michael Murphy. Night before last, last night, to-night an’ every night, Michael Murphy.”