The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1839-09-12
IRIsH cnNYERsATION.

.Mrs. Reilly. jewell. he zap Of The
mOrning 20 ysa. And hos 70 Il wlc
you. ma'ams" n
.Ths belIsr Of seeing you this blessed
morning. MrsA Driseoll, darling. And
how's The man thai owns ynul
aHssny. but weak. like kitchen
broth" $1,000. z-
.How's The chilihurl''
.Doa'tsx me. Surely the ~hols boi-
ling Of them vas going 10 be turned
oui Iass quarter 80 naked a. they usrs
born
"Cromwsll's lack 10 The one eyed
ihisf ofihe world that vas going 10 mur.
Ihsr The laiherlrss eraihurs."
"Oehi and wh0 was that kidnsPPin
villain!"
"HouId your whist. and I'll lell you.
I vas standing on The steps Of The eillsr,
tying my prsskeen. when Mr. 70. lie. Ihe
iax e.lhersr. comes up. 40 impodeni ss
il The whole street belonged 20 him
.How are YOU. Mrs. Dnscolls' says he.
Eyes. sir" says I. a. II | wasn'i mind
ing him. for I knew shat he wanted
.Mrs. DriseoIl." says be, Elm come Tor
ihe taxes" "Mors power 10 your sl-
bow, sir" says ]. "wsli," says he.
looking a me as IL he'd look me through.
care you going 70 pay mel' "Pay you.
Sir" says I. ''do you think I'm robberl
Where do you think . poor struggling
widow bike me would get money 10 pay
youi"
"0h. that won't DO. Mrs. Driseoll."
says he. eolOring up The gills, "bekase."
says he. .'lhsy'rs the Kings taxes. aud
what am I 10 say 10 the King when he
comes 20 the fore lor his money!" "Say
what you like" ssys !, .'and welcome.
the King isn'I 80 mean spirited - 10 be
beholden 10 The likes Of me-for his liy-
in" "0h. that's mighty stll." says be;
sbu, the King wOnt vail any longer. and
if yos don't pay me. ! must dis,rsin
you" "Yoa mus, shat, sir :" says ].
81 must dis,rain you, Mrs. Driscoll. says
no. wiping bis mouth with poke.
handkerchief % yellow % kites claw.
"Dis,rain me. sir" says l. "ls IL for
such dirty isx.gathersr for 10 offer 10
dis,rsin me! I'm decent woman, sir. "
says l, "ihs mother Of nine ehIl1hurs.
and no man shall disIrsin me, sir" says
]. "let alone such a. you. Don'l LEI me
see you dasr. 10 come near me. I'm
sure your father was . musician, for
you look as if you vas walking on twO
German flutes. and you're so crooked in
body that God help 10, if you swsllos
. ,~elsepenny nail you'd eonvart il into
. cork screw. Disirsin me! och murder!
murder! Boys. Is this the way I'm 10
be lreaisdg" With ,ha. he says, "Mrs.
Driscoll." says he, ''you mistake my
manin eniirsly--il's ssizin The furniture,
] mane." "Ani shy didn', you say sc
at once" said I. ''inslsad Of squirting
ct me with your swivel eye. aud bal
cess TO YOU"
"Ma'sm." says he. spaking me fair,
81 must take the furniture for the taxes;
i.'s my duty I'm doing. Mrs. Driseoll.'
"0h. then. Mr.. Foyle," says /, "you'rs
kindly welcome 10 The two stools and the
settle bed. and The noggius and The pitch
er-snj that's ihe whole insenIory-foI
] havsn't a. much money ss'd pay turn
pike for . walking stick. Come down
che ladder. MIR. Foyle," says |. land
I'm sorry IL isn't coach aud cir foi
your sake" Upon the word, he was
followin ms down. when | just turned
around. and says I. MT FoyIe. is rs'
Sensible that ! should Tell you that three
Of The poor chIlIhur are in ,yphus. snd
may be . gentleman like you would be
afraid OF Il. us poor crsthurs are used
10 it," "ln the iyphus. Mrs. Driseoll, y
says he. Jumping back like 9 garden
thrush. "sre you sure is's the typhus ?
"0h. CONS down. sir." Gays !, "and
make your mind ssy." Not to-day,
ma'sm." says he; II beg your pardon
Mrs. Driscoll. for troubling you; II
cone another time" aud with thai b,
ran away for the bare life. I never sa~
him since. Divil q typhus was below
MS. Reilly. no more Than there 10 al ID.
bOuom Of The sea-"