Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1851-11-06
OTTUMWA, IOWA, NOVEMBER s, 1851.

"Och! wIrra! wirra!' seq she, .only
10 hear him! Asif he didn't give Faith
er Hennessy a good silver dollar for
maxim Us man an wife. last night"
"Misthress Connolly" starin' at her
wild amazement, sssure its jokin' ye are. !"
"Not bit Of il, DEAR" sez she, laugh
in an houldin' up slip Of paper, 'by
the same token that this is the certificate
of the priest | hould in my hand. :
"Be my sowl, ihin,' sez 1, "Misthress
Connolly, We may call the certificate yer
husband. for sorra thing will have 10
do wild il.
.Mulroony," seq she, edo you deny
the ring upon my 6nger,"
"Sorra Bit care about the ring"
seq /, jumpin' out O. bed. "Will il be
plasin ye to go out Of the room while
dress myself!''
..Oh. I'll lave ye wild all my heart"
says she, snatchin up my clothes -
..But lis little yen have 10 dress wild till
ye come 10 yer sinses, Peiher Null
roony."
..And by this and by that. Misthef Ur-
bin, she took my garments under her
arm and wint out and locked the door,
lawn me in the empty room wild meself.'
"Tear and ages" sez 10 meself.
when she was gone. "'ris chaied | am
inthirely; but may be It's only funnin she
is, afther all. Aye! wha.'ll 1 dol Tis
a great comfort there is a bed in the
room. Sure she won't starve me; nigh
ty onaisy am, and that is no lie."
$50 you went TO bed again. Well.
and6what came nextlr
Twelve mortal hours / laid there.
without attn or dhrikin; and thin Mis-
shress Connolly knocked at the door,"
.Pether dear" says she.
"Oh, ye murtherin woman" seq |.
,"Iis kilt lam wild hunger"
.Am Misihress Mulroony!"s ser she,
spakin through the kay-hole. '.Am
yer lawful wifer'
"Be my fax, its blue moulded III be,
before say SO, Biddy ConnolIy.D
.Bidty Mulroonyv seq she.
.Connolly. sez |.
"Mulroonyn sez she.
"Go to the d-l!' sez !.
..The top oy the mornin TO ye, Pether,'
seq she, an wild that she went away
Twas pitch dark, Misthel Urbin. when
she came again.
lis it wake ye are wild the hunger,
Pether, dear seq she.
"Give me my clothes, Misthress Con-
nolly,' seq l. family.
"Tis Biddy Mulroony that is spakin
to ye, Peiher DEAR sez she. "Would
sc like coffes tay. or tay tav, wild hot
mate and pittaties! Sure there IS plin,y
ov EN- down stairs, Pether darIint, barrin
the fear | have that yer mind is dicor-
dered.'
"Sure an il nd be the wundher Nv il
wusnt wild the bad tratement I've had,
Misthress Connolly seq l.
"I'ro,h, Pelher DEAR seq she, tinder-
ly, .lt'll be blessed day for me whin
| can be.tlIer it. But ye must confess
that ye married me las, night, and that
my name is Biddy Mulroony.'
"Let me out sez l, "or I'll die the
night
.Deed, Pether, Gchera, il nd be pla.
sin me TO do isuv We wor in yer right
head; bul the time is not come yet.
see,' seq she, and wild thar down stairs
she trot.ed again.
"Och, but suffered wild the hungry
pain, Misther Urbin, till could bear il
no longer. | knocked at the door, and
called out,
.Misthress Connolly. Misthress Con-
molly, let me spake TO ye.'
4 "rhere is no Misthress Connolly
now ser dirty little colleen from the
outside, s.sure she was married lasi night,
and her name is Mnlroony.
"rell, Biddy Mul-Mulroony to come
here thin,' sez 1. Oh. but ] choked 70
spake il. Afther little while | heard
her comm up stairs.
ibid ye call me, Pe.her darlin'' says
The fat old desayer.
"Troth, / believe ! did, SEE ].
"What'll ! do for You. husbandv sez
she.
.I,'s ssarvin am. seq !.
"Was married last nightr sez she.
"Sorra Bit know, sez |.
"Spake out, Pe:her. dear, ! don't hear
ye,' sez she.
"Tear an ages! yes!' seq i.
ssTJifInt yc marry me yerselE Pether!'