Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1854-08-12
pIymnuth qtu, SATURDAY Mnrning, august H. 1884,

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"Tisn't likely I'll do that, sir, said he, look
ing very confidently. But about the warm
wather, sir?
There's plenty to be had in the Kitchen
'An' the naygur? win | say till her it's yer
honor's ordhers?
Certainly: she'll make no difficulty
"Oh. begorra.' lisn'i lraneen care
for that. But will give her The full Of
the bucket sir :"
twill do her no harm,' said |, care.
lessly. And with that Peter made his best
bow, and departed from the presence.
II might have been some ten minutes
after this that Mrs. Stanley entered the
room where was sitting, and, as she was
still somewhat of an invalid, laid down
the book had in my hand, and leading
her to the sofa, arranged the pillows to her
liking.
Il wish you would go into the kitchen,
George" she said, as / was disposng
light shawl about her person. 4 am afraid
there is something wrong between the
Irishman of yours and Phillis. Both their
voices appeared to be raised a good dea
as crossed the hall, and heard the man
say something about some orders he had
given him"
"Oh, It's nothing my DEAR" said L,
half laughing. 81 understand it ALL
Mulrooney requires some warm water,
which Philas, who bears him no love,
has, suspect, declined to give him.
My explanation scarcely satisfied Mrs.
Stanley, who seemed to think tha, the
disturbance was gteater than would arise
from such trihe. However, she said
nothing more, and | was searching for a
passage in my book, which | thought
would please her, when all at once we
were startled by distant crash of crock
cry ware-plates and dishes in fact, as
afterwards discovered. To add TO our
annoyance, this crash was speedily fol-
lowed by half.surpressed shrek. Mrs.
Stanley started up in alarm.
do 60 and see what is the matter,
George said she. 4 told you | was
sure it was something serious. That
Irshman will be the death ofPhillis some
of these days; they are always quarrel>
ling
Scarcely pausing to listen 10 the clo-
sing portion of my wlfe's speech, huS-
ried from the room, and soon heard, as
passed through the hall, an increasing
clamor in the kitchen beyond. First Of
all came the shrill voice Of Phillas.
'Ha' done, say! l won't hab muffin 10
do wild the Stuli, nalraWay.
'You ugly an conthrairy ould naygur,
don't tell ye It's masther's ordhers?' /
heard Peter respond.
! ''Taint no sech a thing. Go away,
you poor white Irisher! l tell ye won't.
Who ebba heard OBJ colored 'ooman a
taken bran mash afore, I'd like to
know?' ....
The whole truth of what l had been
suspecting for some time flashed upon me
at once, land the fun of the thing struck me
so irrisistibly that hesltated for while
to break in on it. .
'Arrah, be aisy, can't ye? an take the
dose like dasent naygur.'
Go way, tell zee ? screamed Philis.
'Ill call missus, dat will ....
Och, by this an by that said Peter
resolutely. 'if its about to frighten the
i beautiful mistress you are, an she sick
too at the same time, I'll soon put stop
to that.
{ Immediately afterwards, I heard the
sound of his heavy step across the kitcb-
en- floor, and then came short scuffle and
a stifled scream. Concluding that i. was
now time for me TO interfere, moved
quickly on, and just as the scuffling gave
way to smolhered sobs and broken eiacu.
lations. flung open the door and looked
in. The first thing that caught my eye
was Phillis seated in chair, sputterng
and gasping; while Mulrooney, holding
, her head under his left arm, was
employing his right hand in conveying a
tin pan of bran mash from the bucket at
his side to her upturned mouth.
What in the name of all that IS good,
are you doing now, lNulrooney!' said |.
} 'Shure SIR said he, 'what 'ud / do bnt
give black Phillas his warm mash, accor,
din TO yer honor's orders? Augh, the hay.
then! Bad cess to her! its throuble enough
I've had to make her reasonable and oba-
dient, and that's no l;e-the stupid ould
thafe of naygur!
My dear Urban, you may imagine the
finale to so rich scene even Mrs. Stan.
ley caught the infection, and laughed
heartily. As for Peter, the last heard o
him was his mustering, as he walked away
Il "Ayeh why didn't he tell me? Il
they call naygurs fllies, and horses fil.
lies, how the divil should l know the diff
fer" .ra
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