Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-08-04
Plymouth Marshall County, Indiana Thursday August 1853

George she said. as | was disposing a
light shawl about her person. i am
afraid there is some thing wrong between
that Irishman OF yours and Phillis. Both
their voices appeared to be good deal
raised as l crossed the hall; and l heard
the man saying something about some or.
ders you had given him.
oh, It's nothing. my DEAR / said, half
laughingly Il understand it all. Null
rooney requires some warm water, which
PhiIlis, who bears him no love, has sus
pect. declined to give him.
My explanation scarcely satisfied Mrs.
Stanley, who seemed to think that the
disturbance was greater than would be
likely to arise from such trife. How
ever. she said nothing more. and l was
searching for a passage in my book
which though: would please her. when
all at once. ave were startled by distant
crash. of crocktry ware-plates and dish.
es. in fact. as | afterwards discovered.-
To add TO our annoyance, this crash was
speedily followed by half-suppressed
shrek. Mrs. Stanley started up in a.
larm.
DO 90 and see what is the matter,
George said she. i told you | was sure
it was something serious. That Irish
man will be the death of Phillis some
of these days. They are always quarrel-
ing
Scarcely pausing to listen TO the clos
ing portion of my wife's speech. hurried
from the room, and soon heard. as pass
ed through the hall. an increasing clamor
in the kitchen beyond. First Of all ca me
the shrill voice of Phillis.
'Ha' done, say! w ont ha muffin to
do wild the stuff, nairaway!
You ugly an conthrairy ould naygur,
don't tell We tbs the masther's ordhers?'
| heard Peter respond.
''Taint no sech thing. Go way. you
poor white Irisher tell'ee | won't
Who ebba hearn OBJ colored 'ooman a
takin bran mash afore, I'd like to know?'
The whole truth of what had been
suspecting for some time flashed upon nee
at once. and the fun of the thing struck
me so irresistibly that hesitated for a
while to break in upon it,
'Arrah. be aisy. can't ye. an take the
dose like datent naygur?'
go wav, l tell'ee' screamed Phillis.
'Pll call missus, dat will
Och. bv this an BY that said Peter
resolutely. IF Ills about to frighten the
beautiful misthress We are, an she sicb
too at this same time, I'll soon puta stop
to that
Immediately afterwards, | heard the
| sound of his heavy step across the kitch-
EN- floor, and then came short scuff1e and
stifed scream. Concluding that it was
| now time for me to interfere, l moved
quickly on, and, just as the scutiling gave
way TO smothered sobs and broken ejacu
la,ions. flung open the door and looked
in. The first thing that caught my eye
was Phillis seated in chair. sputterine
and gasping. while Mulrooney. holding
her head under his left arm, was employ
ing his right hand in conveying a tin cuI
Of bran mash from the bucket at his side
10 her upturned mouth
What in the name of all that is good
are you doing now. Mulrooney?' said |.
Sure, Sir, said he, what I'D l do but
give black Philus the warm mash. accord.
in 10 yer honor's ordhers! Augh. the
haythen! Bad cess to her. tits trouble
enough I've had to make her reasona Bile
an obadient. an that's no lie. The stu
pid ould thafe of naygurp
My dear Urban, you may imagine the
final. TO SO rich scene; even Mrs. Stan
ley caught the Infection and laughed
heartily. AS for Peter. the last l heard
of HIM was his muttering, as he walked
away
'Ayeh' why didn't he tell me? II they
call naygurs fillys. and horses. how the
divil should know ihe differ?''
Raising and selling mules is great