Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-03-29


J. In all other respects, questions may be
decided at any regular or special meeting, by a
majority Of tho members present.
An Irish EVuI.
Charles Levers new story of Cca. Cregan
q ems with gooi ioko which Con. tells AT the
expense of his fathers reputation for honesty.
Ar old fellow named MuCabe had two sons. who
were always fighting between thenselve who
should have the Old mans money. Finally Mat
cleared out and listed, leaving his brother Peter
n possession OF the field The old man died
but refused to make will, declaring that the
property should be fairly divided between the
TWO sons. This did not suit Peter: so soon as
the cd man breatIed his last, only Peter b inc
by, he remembered that Con. CrcGan's father
looks very much ike the dufunct or he roas.
calls up the older CrcgIn, and offers him five
golden guinoas, if he will persoua,o the dead
man long enough baqueathlng all to Peter
Cregan yields, IS put into the dead mans bed
and shoes, the lawyer called and the neighbors
summoned. 1t is at night, and the room not
well lighted. Nobody suspects the fraud. and
Cragan proceeds to dictate the will.
where's Billy Seaman! IWant 10 make nv
willn
Hos here, father said Peter taking Billy
By the hand and leading him to the bedside.
Write what bid We, Billy, and be quick, for
hayn't long time after me here die GOOD
Catholic, though Father O'Raftrly won't give
me the rites
A general chorus of mutters. Ohmasha. 'mu-
sha,' was new heard through the room: but
whether in grief at the sad fate oftha DIVING man
or the UntincAing severity Of tie priest is hard
to say.
j die in peace with all my neigbbors, and all
manhiud.'
Another chorus c(thc company seemed to ap-
prove OF those charitable expressious
! bcgucath unto my son, pctur-aud never
was there better son, or dcccntcr boy-have
yod that down bequeaih unto nv son. Pc
ter, the whole Of ny TWO farms OF kIHmundoo-
merry and krockshetoora, with tie iaiow mead
ows behind lynchs house the forge and the
right Of turf on the Dooran bog. give him.
and much good may il do him. Ianty Cassarn's
acre, and the Laury field with the inne-kiln:.-
and that reminds me that my mouth is Just as
dry; let me taste what We have in the Jug
Here the dying man took a hearty publ, and SEEM
G considerably refreshed by it.
Where was ], Billy Seaman? ? says he: 'oh
remember, at the lime-kn; | leave him
that's Peter, ! mean--the two potato gardens at
Noonan's. Wei, and sure it is the elegant and
fine crops that grow there
'Ain'tyou getting wake, father, dariu p SAYS
Peter, who began to be afraid of my fathers To-
quaclousness for 10 say the truth the punch
got into his head, and he was greatly disposed
TO talk
4 am, Peter, my son. says he; 4 am get
ting wake; just touch my lips again with the
Jug. Al, Peter, Peter, YOU watered the drink .
No, indeed, father; bnt it's the taste is leay-
ing you says Peter and again low chorus
OF compassionate pity murmured through the
cabin.
wei, am nearly done now SAYS nv faith
err: there's only one little plot of ground re-
naming, and put it on YOU, Peter--as We wish
to live good man, and die with the same easy
heart DO now-that &c mind my last words to
you here Are We stening7 Are the neigh
boris listening? Is Billy Seaman listening
Yes sir. Yes, father. We're all Winding,
cliorussod the audience.
Wei, then its my last will and testament,
and may-give me over the jug'--here he took
a long drink-'and may that Blessed liquor be
poison TO me if ain not Just as eager about this
as about every other part Of my will say then,
bequeath the little plot at the crossroads 10
poor Con. CreCan; for he has a Leayy charge.
and Is as honest as hard working a man as ev-
or knew Be 4 friend to hun, Peter dear new
CT let him want while We have It yourself; think
of me or my death bed, whenever he asks YOU
for trjtle. Is it down, Billy Seaman the
two acres at the cross TO Con. Cregan. and his
heirs in seica secIorum? An blessed be the
Saints! bur feel my heart lighter after that,
saws he; a good work makes an easy conscience:
and now III drink ali the company good heal.h:
and many happy returns
What he was now gong To add, there's no
saving. but Peter, who was now terribly fright
ened at the lively tone the sick man was assum-
ing, hurried all lhe people away into another
room TO let his father die in peace.
When they were all gone, Peter slipped to
my father, who was puttlug on his bEogues in a
corner; Con said he, We did all well: but
that was Joke about the two acres at the cross.
OF course il was, Peter said ne, sure it was
all iole for the matter Of that; won't make
BY neighbors laugh tomorrow when tell them
all about it ,
'lou wouldn't he mean enough 10 betray me?'
SAYS Peer trembling with fright.
Sure YOU wouldn't be mean enough 10 20 s.
gainst your father dying words saws my faith
er the last sentence that ever he spoke : and
he gave a low, wicked laugh, that made myself
shake with fear.
Very well. Con- SAYS Peter, holding ont his
hand bargains bargain; yer deep fell
low. that's al : and 50 ii ended ana my father
slipped quietly home over the bog, nightly We'll
satisfied with the legacy he left himself