Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-04-26
EV ENING STAR.
How Peter Mulroouey was Deceived into
Marrying Mistress 0'Connolly.

Marrying Mistress 0'Connolly
Some two years subsequent to my parting
with Peter Mulrooney, as related in my earlier
experiences, l chanced to fall in with him
again in rather an unexpected manner. Blu.
siness of some Importance having taken me TO
the city, was trayersing, pretty rapidly one
Of its meaner streets, when / heard myself
suddenly hailed by name in an accent pecu
liarly Irish; and turning round, discovered
Peter approaching towards me in his usual
Looping gait. He was so altered In his habili-
ments from the picture vividly retained in
my memory of the blundering, blarneying
lrishman, who took my cow to market, that
if it had not been for his voice, dare say /
should have passed him without recognition
"Why, Mulrooney." said L, "is that you
What part are you playing now?"
Faix, Misther Urbin," he replied, '' its
little ye'd be afther guessin' if ye thryed liver
SO much. Sure its a crate gintIeman 1 am
since left service an set up for myself -
"a gentleman? What sort of a gentle
man, Peter?
"M,stber Mulrooney if you plase," said
he, correcting my familiarity with one of his
droll looks. "Oh, but its rare country
this is, any way. Beyant the wather, it was
Pether here an Pether there, till sorra bit
know'd Of any other name than Pether But
here tho conversation of the ladies an gintle-
polltishuners in their correspondence wild me
write the beautifullest letthers, superscribin'
them, To Misther Mulrooney, ESQUIRE Faix!
but it bates Bannagher, any how, an that's
no lie''
"I am glad to hear that you are getting
a. long in the world SO famously.''
"AiSey, sir, aisey. Lashin's' of atm an
drinkin' widout any constitooshual objections.
Its might little work have to do any way /
am profshunal gintleman, Misther Urbin,
an live on my manes."
"Oh, Mister Mulrooney?''
"Arrah, sir, but its thrue the day. Its a
politishuner l am, wild a CRATE famous for
fghtin Oh, but its wonderful busy they
kape me 'lecshun days knockin' down the
inimy."
What party do you call the enemy?"
"SOrra bit know" said Peter, Struggling
his shoulders, then casting towards me one of
his old queer sidelong looks, he added" I'm
thinkin sir, tits the PGtriotic party meself
does belong to -
"And so you get well paid and well fed for
your services, do you 2"
eff promises 'ud fatten man, I'd be as big
as the pT.Zs OK, an that's no lie But sure
they IL kapo some Of them think, an thin its
magisther am, an dale out the law TO the
vagahanes-och, tits the beautiful bisness :"
"A magistrate Can you read and write pr
"Ayeh What 'ud 1 be good for if 1
couldn't? ?" said Peter, evasively. "Sorra bit
it matthers; It's sthrong mark make, an
that's not aisy to rub out any way
"Tako my advice, Mulrooney, end 20 TO
work. Ditch-dig cellars break stones upon
rosd-dO anything rather than suffer your
self to be made the tool of designing men, who
will use your services so long as they are bene-
fetal to them, and cast you off as soon as their
own ambitious projects are achieved. Now,
as for living, 1t is very easy for you-being
a single man"
Peter groaned. cts married L am, said
he.
Married. L exclaimed; "and in yonr
circumstances? What folly,''
g Troth ye may say that, yer homer ~ said
ney was WILDLY. Och but tits the desay-
INCEST craythuIS they are, all the wide wureld
over. Ayeh.' he continued, turning toward
me with look of half humorous sorrow
. Twas wild cow l druv to market that
time, an that's no lien'
WAS she a countrywoman of yours"
inquired.
ky woman that could chate me in that way %
said Peter, indignantly ''Sure 'tisn't in the
likes Of them to do the thrick'
/" But how came this about, Peter?'
'Ayeh Bad luck's soon tould. boorded
wid her"
'And SO, Irish like, you must needs fall in
love with the lady and court her ?''
4" It's mighty little love I had for big Mis-
thress Connolly any way, and that's no lie
As for the coortin, It's natheral falin' If
mine to be spakin saft words to the faymales
OF family an sure it was nadeful, besides,
to kape Misthress Conno!ly's mind rs aisey
as an ould shoe while owed her for nv
boord "
And that is the way you came to be mar.
ried, is it?''
Ayeh, sir, tits the strangest thing, Oh.
Michael Connolly, why did ye die? Bad cess
to me that liver L should live to be desayed by
fat woman of fifty. But, sure quarthers
wor so pleasant, Mr. Urbin," continued Peter,
apologetically, "and Misthress Connolly so
tinderiy interestin' wild her heart bruk into
pieces wild the sorrow that was in il Och
but tits strong enough nOw-that thought il
I'D be a marciful interposition to comfort her
any how"
"Oh, but it was putty sight to see the way
did it, replied Peter, with one of his rich
laughs "'Twas the beautifullest specimen
of the effects of blarney that has been since
Saint Pathrick put his cOmether upon the sar.
pints."
"What could you expect, then, but mar.
riage as consequence"
'Faix, it's little 1 thought about it at all,
ana less llheu III OuIt L lOulQ tle OulQ
woman was single man, and swore by the
piper that intended to remain so.''
"Then you should never have sought to
gain her affections it would have been cruel
to serve the poor creature so, and desert her
afterwards"
affections Musha! tits her affections wor
mouldy many long day ago"
"Well, you married her at all events" said
l, impatiently.
"Faix, l dunno; but dose be thinkin'
twas she married me. One night there wor
some of the ould country people at the house,
and we talked about ould times, an afther a
while there were lashins of whisky put on the
ia BILE, an we talked, an dhrinked, an quar-
relied, an danced, an talked, an dhrinked
again, till its my sarious opinion that my
sinses left me intirely, and niyer came back |
till found meself in bed next mornin' mighty |
onasy in my mind and Wondering how got |
into Misthress Connolly's room instead Of my |
own. While L was schaming out an apology, |
who should come to the door but Misthre:
Connolly herself
WMisther Mulrooney, see she, with deep
blush, how do ye find yerself this mornin' z
"Purty well, thank ye, men,, ser /, "bar.
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