Washington telegraph., 1855-11-07
From the Sass Francisco Vide Uest.I
Ri dGy NE = ney's Cat

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turning from work one evening. was met at
the gate by Biddy, his better hall. in high
state of excitement.
Mat" !" says she. 'rhere's a strange cat In
the cabinss
Cast her cut, thin, an don't be botherin'
me about the baste"
'-Faix. an I'VE been sthrivin to do that
same for the matthcr O tin miuts past, but
she's jiet beyant my rache. beiint the big
rid chist in the corner. viii yez be afther
helpin' me to dhrive her out. Mat ?'
To be sure VIII, bad luck to the consate
she has for me house; show her 20 me Biddy,
till / tache her the respict that's due man
in his own housc-;o be takin' possession
widout as much as by yer lave, the thafe o
the world !'
Now, Mat had special antipathy for
cats. and never let pass All opportunity u
Kill one. This be resolved to do in the
present case. and instantly formed a plan
for the purpose Perceiving but one mode
of cgress for the animal, be says to Bid
dy-
Have yez liver male bag in the house.
me darlint ?''
''Divl van is there, Mat Yez TUX it
; to the mill wid yez TO bring home chips wild
this mornin'''
''Faix, an I did, and there it is yit.
thin. Well, have yez nothing at all in
the house that viii tie up like bag Bid
dy?'
'-Tro;h, an | have Mat-there's me Sun
day pittecoat-yc can draw the strings close
at the top, an sure it will betther nor lettin'
the cai be lawn yez''
''Biddy. me darlint. yez jewel to be
thiukin' o that same be afther bring;n' it
to me-
Biddy brought the garment. and when he
. strings were drawn close it made a very good
substitute for tie bag, and Mat declared it
was 'illesant
SO holding it close against the edge of the
chest he took lock behind and saw pair
OF bright eyes glar;ng at him.
An is it there We are. We divil? BE
out O that now. Bad luck to all yer kin,
Sc thavin' yagabone ye. Bedad, an ye
won't lave NE house at all, wild perlte
akin? Yer sclf-will bates pigs intirely.
Have yez any hot wather in the house, Bid
dy 2''
'YIaS, I've pliuty. Mat; the tay KETTLES
full Nv it
'Be afthcr castin' the matther iv quart
ihn behint the chist till say how the Shay
divil likes it,
'Hou.d i'm close. Mat, here goes The wa
ther''
Dash went the water aud out jumped the
animal into Mats trap.
'.Arrah, be the howly poker have i'm
in. Biddy," says Pat, drawing close the
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ye thafe. it's nine lives yc have is it? Be
afiher akin me forgiveness for the thayin'
ye have been doin' in he house, for I'm
thnkin' the nine lives yc have won't save
you now any way Biddy, saize hoult of
the poker an whn I'll shoulder the haythen
yell bate the daylights out OF i'm
Mat threw the bundle over his shoulder.
and told Biddy to play st. Patrick's day in
the morning on it. Biddy struck about four
notes of that popular Irish air, and suddenly
stopped. exclaiming-
w hat smlls SO square, Mat It's Ia
kin me BIRTH away wild the power Nv it
Och, mur:her, sure an ye have the devil in
the sack.
Bate the ould haythen, thin,-yez'll
niver have better chance Bate the
horns off i'm; lather i'm like blazes, me dar-
lint -
"Augh ~ exclaimed Biddy, ''I'm faintin'
wild the power wv i'm. Cast i'm Off yez,
Mat 10
'-Howly St Father! - says Nat, thro wing
down the sack 'Biddy. the baste is a pole
cat Lave the house. or yez'll be kilt in
tirely. Murther an; turf. how the haythen
smIIs Och, Biddy Maloney, purity kit
tie uv fish yez made Nv it, to be shure, to be
mistaking that little divil for a harmless
cat''
Mat for the love Nv God. if yez be con-
vanient to the door, be afther openin' it. for
I'm narcly choked wid i'm. Och, Biddy
Maloney. bad luck to yez for LAWN ould ire
land to be murdered this way Howly Ma
ry purtect me, Mat, I'm cane kilt intire
lv; take me out Nv this
Mat drew her out of doors, and then broke
for the pump. Ike quarter-horse, closely
followed by Biddy.
..Shure, that little william bates the divil
intirely he's ruined me house an kilt Bid
dy, an put me out O. consate with meself for
a month to come Och, the desaivan' vaga-
bone, bad luck to i'm, and Mat plunged bis
head into the horse-trough up to his shoul
ders
''Get out o that, Mat, I'm narely blind.
and Biddy went under water. Och, the
murtherin' baste.'' says Biddy. suffering
the water out OF her mouth, me best pit
ticoat is spoilt intirely. Mat Maloney, div
il a trap viii I iver help yez sit for cat
agin-''
Don't throuble yersilf. Mistress Malo-
ney, you've played the divil as it is
Niyer fear me AKIN ha'porth o yer