Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-11-06
BIDDY MALoNY's CAT

! Matthew Maloney, better known ~ a..
/ boys at the mill as {" Father Mat, ON r.,nrn
| ing from work one evening, wa. met NJ th.
gate by Biddy' his better half in high state
| Of excitement
Mat" says she /" there's strange cat in
| the cabin :"
'C Cast her ont, thin, an don't be botherin'
| ma abort the haste"
Faix an I've been sthrivin' 10 do that
same for the matther Of tin minits past, but
she Just beyond my rache, behint the big red
chiSt IN the corner. VIII yef be after heipin'
me to dhrive her out, Mstp'
To be sure | will bad luck TO the con-
safe she has for my hOuce show her 10 me,
Diddy, all L tache her the rispict that's due a
| man TN his own hOuse-tO be takin' possession
wldout as much as by yer lave, the thsfs o
| the world 80
Now Mat had a special antipathy for cats.
ana rai- never let pass an opportunity TO kill one
Ihls ne resolved to do in the present case and
instantly formed plan for the purpose. Per
eeiVlng cut one mode Of egress for the animal,
he says TO Biddy-
Have ye liver male bag in the house, me
| darint l'i
Diyil wan is there, Mat. Yea TUX /. 70
mornin'.
Fsix, an did, an there it is yit thin.
Well have yez nothing at all in the house that
wil tie up like bag, Biddy?"
Iroth, an have Mat; there's me Sun
day pitticost-ye can dhraw the string. Gloss
at the top, an sure it will do betther ner let.
tin the cat be LAWN yeI."
"Biddy, darlint, yez a Jewel 20 he tbinkin'
O. that same; be after bringin' il 20 me >
Bddy brought the garment and when the
strings were drawn close it made a very good
substitute for the meal bag, and Nat declared
| 1t was " Elegant"
30 holding it close againt the edge Of the
chest, he took look behind, and saw a pair
| OF bright eyes glaring at him.
. An Il it there We are, ye deyils Be out
. that now, bad luck to all yer kin, We thayin'
yasabone We. Bedad, an We won't lave me
house at all wild perlite AKIN? Yer self-yiu
bates pig intirely. Biddy, have yea any
| full NV it
- Be afther castin' the ma.ther of a quart
thln behint the cbist till say how the shay
Hould him close, Mat; here goes the ws-
ther.'
Dash went the water, and out jumped the
animal into Mats trap.
Arrah, be the holy poker have him 4,
| Biddy," says Mat, drawing close the folds of
the garment now bad cess to yeI We thafe
| II 5 nine lives ye have is it9 Be after akin
me forgiveness for the thayin' We have been
dola In me house, for I'm thinkin' the nine
lives We have won't save We now any way
| Biddy, saize hOult of the poker, an whin I'll
shoulder the haythcn, yell beat the dsylishts
out of him.
Mat threw the bundle over his shoulder.
and told Biddy 20 play "St. Patriok's day in
the morning" on it. Biidy struck about three
notes OF that popular Irish air, and suddenly
stopped, exclaiming:
| me BIRTH away wild the power NV it. O.h,
| Innr'her, Mat, shure an ye have the diviI in
| the sack"
Bate the ould haythen, thin; yer ill niver
have a better chance. Bate the horns of i'm;
| iather IN like 5lazes, IN. darlint,"
Augh,, says Biddy, Iu faintin' wid the
power NV i'm. Cast i'm off ye1. Mat"
"Howly st. Psther." Gays Mat throwing
down the sack. "Biddy, the baste is a pole.
cat Lave the house, or yez ill be kilt in-
tirely. MuTtber and turf, how the haythen
smils! Och, Biddy Maloney, purity kittle
Nv fsh yeZ made Nv il, to be shure, to be mis-
takiag that little uivil for harmless cat
MAT, for the love NV God. if We. b. conya-
nient TO the door, be afther opening il. for I'm
Earely chOked wid i'm. Och, Bddy n aloDev.
bad luck to yez for LAWN ouId Irslsad, to be
nurtherei IN this way Howly Mary pur-
tct ne! Nat, I'm clane kilt iasirely; take
me cat NV this 80
Tor the pump like qusrter-horse, closely fol-
lowed by B.ddy.
Shure, that little villain bates the divii
Ihtirely; he ruined me house an kilt Biddy,
aA' put NE out @ copsate wild meself for a
month 10 come. Och, the desaivin' vagabons,
bad luck to 'im," and Nat plunged his head
into the horse-trOush up TO his shoulders
- Get out O. that Mat, I'm narely blind
and Bidiy went under water. "Och, the
mu-taerin baste," says Biddy, sputtering the
water out Of her mouth, " me bestpetticoat is
sPoiit intireiy. Mat MalOney, dfvil a trap
Will liver help yez 20 sit for cat agin''
Don [ thrOuble yerself, Mistress MalOney,
ye Te played the diyil as ii is. Niyer fearme
AKIN, a hs'pOrth o yer assistance It's a
nata raj fool ye are to be takin' a baste NV a
p0lecat for q house cat"
lat and Diddy went cautiously back to the
cabin from which the offensive ouadrupei
lad taken his departure. Things were turn
ed out o doors, Biddy's petticoat buried. the
bed, which fortunately escaped, moved 20 a
near neighbor's, the stove moved outside. and
for week they kept house out of doors, by
which tine, by dint Of Scrubbing. washing and
airing, the house was rendered once more
habitdblc, bat neither Mat or Biddy have for
gotten the " strange cat"