Southern sentinel. [volume] (Plaquemine, Parish of Iberville [La.]) 1848-1858, 1853-04-16
q Couple Of HTulrooney Stories.

receiving a visit from Harry Slary, an old an
| valued tlend of mine, who Owls a noble plan
tatlon some ten miles distant from nv res
dence lie had ridden across, as country ok
often do, not SO much because Of any par,icu
lar business he had with me-, as to have cha
about old times, and the crops, and politics, all
those lesser matters ofcommon interest to botf
AS had not seen Harry for several month.
owing to the illness of Mrs. Stanley. his visi
was even more than usually agreeable to me
inasmuch as it proved that my Old college chur
was still the same frank, easy, warm hearted
| fellow as ever. My first question naturaIl
touched upon the health of Mrs Stan 'ey, whic!
| was gratitied TO learn had greatly improve,
of late. Afterwards, we fell into a social con
| fab; and, when the newer topics of the DAY
were exhausted, Harry strolIed with me around
the farm, noting with a prac,ised eye the grow
| ing grain, and specuEa'iug upon the prubabli
| ties of a bountiful harvest Having extended
| our walk across the fields, we took to the hill
beyond, and at length seated ourselves beneath
fine old chesnut.trce, from whence there -was
noble prospect OF the surrounding country.
Taking cigar from cuse he was aecuston
ed TO carry in his pocket, my friend prore .1cG
leisurely to light il; and, when this feat was nc
complisted, and Il few wtIiffs had been taken r
silence, all at once, and to my great surprise, he
suddenly broke out with
Il say, Urban, do you know anything of one
Peter Mulrooney!'
"Why do you ask?" said l.
"Oh, nothing: only he claims YOU rs warm
friend of his, and referred me TO your respec.
table self for hi, character didn't want to
bother you, however, at the time; but happen.
han t, I h -
once, and do assure you his character soon
made itself apparent without any further trou-
Bile. After he had been with me a week or 40.
bic you might have discharged him for some
misdemeanor or other. and cone uded to cate
chise my gentleman little
$50 you know Mr.. Urban, Mulroonev?" said !.
"'Deed, sir" said he, tis proud am to say
that same; for snre there isn't dacenter jim.
tleman. barrln' it's yerse'f in all Ameriky."
Il am happy 10 hear him so well spoken Of
but if you were so much attached to him,
why did you qnit his servce?"
"Sorra one O nie knows he replied, little
evasively, as thought-'Ayeh! but 'twasnt his
fault, anyhow" ..
81 dare say not. But what did you do after
you left Mr.. Urban?' "
"Och, bad luck to me, sir, twas the foolish
est thing in the world. | married wildly, sir"
sand became a householder, eh!'
"Augh." he exclaimed, with an expression Of
intense disgust, "the house wouldn't houId me-
long; twas too hot for that, Idoes be thinkin."
"Humph! You found the widow loo fond
Of having her own way, supposed"
"Thrue foryou. sir;an' a mightg crooked. way
it was, that same, an that's no lie'
"she managed to keep you straight,J dare
say . Co.. ,.-.. - ~.
"Straight! Och, by the powers, Misther
Stanley; ye may say that! IF Id swallowed
soger's ramrod, 'tisn't straighter Id ha' been"
"Aud the result was that, not approving of
the widows discipline, you ran away and left
hsr?" .-....-.., -.... .
"Sure, sir, twas aiser done nor that. Her
first husband, betther luck to him, say, saved
me the throube O. that" 1'~-.-' Il = i,
"Her first husband What! has she another
husband living!" .-.. ...t.. .......
s'Oh yis; one Michael Connolly, a sayfarin'
man, that was reported dead but he came back
one day. an resthored him his wife and chill
'ree again?'
"With these explanations, our conversation
for the time terminated; but some days after
wards, a colt, of no great value, looking rather
sluggish and heavy, | thought would test
Master Peters usefulness about the stables, so
sent for him to come to the house"
"Peter," said I, "do you think could trust
'ou to give the black fiIly "a warm mash this ey-
ning!" | --.5
7.As he stared at me for minute of two with
ut replying, repeated the question @'z~
r., ,.], 81. e,o;d ha eCu~o Tt1 Gffro 4
o be plasin' yer honor, any way, an that's no
'As he spoke, however, I fanced I saw
TRANCE sort ofpuzzled expression fit acrosshis
ice; but, taking it for granted he knew what
leant, paid at the time no farther attention TO
/. The conversation which followed imme-
lately after, by one of those ingu'arcninciden.
IS which so frequently happen ii life, Turning
pom the subject Of horses, tended still TO
npress me with that belief Now don't laugh,
rban; for though ], perceive by your qnizzicaI
'ok that you are pretty well acquainted with
our Irish friend, even vou cannot possibly
ave any conception of the manner in which the
fair terminated" z7:sF szsss ~ ed aHs u ea1 /
SIN some esregious blander. Sianley, IN be
ound. But pray proceed with yonr narrative"
EctcE SlUou lot sohlc tltHe cIuSiiiitg MS fliL
neasily between hands, and occasionally shift
G the weight of his gaunt person from one
ot to another, until began at length 10 en-
rtain a faint suspicion that perhaps he had not
,actly understood me, after all; so said to
.34baa t119ca+i a II L.. sgat5$r
"A warm bran mash for the. black FLY. You
i'll not forget it hope, Murooney!' ,..,sr +
"Ocb, Ills an illigant mimory have" said he:
n niver word dhrops from yer hohor's lips
1t I'll be bound tohonld it as fast as the lob
her did Neal McGawk."' ri 1a3 q 7s.f -
allow was that, Peter!" said |. ~, eas.s x,e@y
"Bedad, sir, bat It's quare sthory." said he, /,
lrsting ont into one Of his rich laughs. "You
e, sir, there wasn't a handler boy in the mat
or OF horse-fesh in all County Galway than
cal McGowk. Ayeh! but twas he that had f.
g keen eve for bit Of the raal blood! An h