Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-04-26
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she.
"wid all my heart" ser I, elf ye like the
name better nor your own; but tits not . mar
ryin' man L am"
GO Troth, Peter dear, +" ser she, al hope You'll
niver be afther marryin' second time"
Faix, an its little / be thinkin' about
marriage, first or second" ser /.
Och, wirra wirrs :" ser she, "only TO
hear him As if he didn't give ould father
hennessey good silver dollar for maxim as
man an wife, last night"
- nMlsthress Connolly" ser I, starin' at her
wid amazement, "sure its joking We are.'
Not bit ov it, Pether dear" sez she,
tbe same toS toS.n nOIs,I tss, slip Of paper "Sy
priest that hould In my hand.''
:" BE me sowi, then, sez i, +" Nisthress Con-
molly, you may call the certificate yer hus-
band, for sorra thing 1 will have TO do wild
it."
Mulrooneyg" ser she "Do you deny
the ring upon my finger n' -
"Sorra a care about the goold ring" sez
jumpin' out Of bed. "Wili it be plsyin' ye
to go out o. the room while dress myself"
"Oh, I'll lave We, wild all my heart" SEE
she, snatchin' up my clothes. ''But its little
yell have to dress wid till ye como TO yer
sinses, Pether Mulrooney
An by this an by that, Misthsr aUrbin,
she tucked my garments under her arm, and
VIM out anu lOckeQ the door, lawn me In the
empty room wild meself
"Tear an ages" seq to meeself, while she
was gone. "'Tis chsted / am intirely; but
maybe tits only funnin' she is, after all.
Ayeh whatll I de' 'Tis q great comfort
| there's bed in the room. Shure she won't
staIye me; mighty onasey am, anyhow, an
$50 you went to bed again. Well, what
| came next ?'
"Twinty- -four mortal hours 1 laid there,
without atm or dhrinkin; and then Mis-
thress Connolly knocked at the door"
"Pether dear" sez she.
"Oh you murtherin' woman" seI I. "'Tis
kilt am with the hunger"
cam 1 Misthress Mulrooney?" ser she,
spakin' through the kay. hole. Gam I yer
lawful wife p"
BE the faix, it's blue moulded I'll be be-
fore say so. Biddy Connolly"
"Biddy Mulrooney" sez she.
"Connolly," :" sez l.
"Mulrooney :" sez she.
" Go to the -n ser /.
The top o tbs mornin' to ye, Peter" ser
she, and wild that she wint away Twas
pitch dark, Misther Urbin, when she came
agin.
"Is it awake ye are, wild the hunger, Pc
ther, dear? seq she
"Give me me clothes, Misthress Connolly"
sez /, family.
"'Tis Biddy MulrOoney that is spakin' to
ye, Pether dear, sez she Would you like
coffee tay, or tay tay, wild hot mate and pit
taties Sure there's plenty of 'em down
stairs, Pether darlint, barrin' the fear I have
that yer minds disOrdered.
"Sure it I'D be the wondher sv IL wasn't
with the bad treatment I've had, Misthress
Connolly" sezI
+" it il be blessed day for me when csn
betther it. But ye must confess that ye mar
ried me last night, and that my names MuI-
rooney"
"Let me OUT" se1 I, aor I'll die the
night"
Deed, Psther, achora, it nd be plasin'
NE to do it, av ye wOr in your right head
bu. the time is not come yet, I see, ser she,
and wild that, down stairs she trotted agin
"Oh, but / suffered wild the hunger pain,
Mister Urbin, till could bear il no longer.
1 knocked at the door and called out Mis-
thress Connolly-Misthress Connolly, let me
spake TO ye."
' There is no Misthress Connolly now" seu
dirty little colleen from the outside, "sure
she was married last night, an her name is
Mulrooney"
"Ten Biddy Mul-Mulrooney to come here,
thin" sez L. Oh, but choked to spake ii.
After little while, I heard her coming up
stairs.
" Did ye call, Pether, darlin ?" Sc. the fat
old decaver
" Troth, believe did," seaI
What ii L do for me husband ?" says she.
" It's staryin' am" ser l.
4" Was married the night" sez she
"SOrra bit know" sell.
"Spake OUT Pether dear I don't hearye,"
SEE she.'
90 Tear an ages yes ;" sell
Didn't ye marry me yerself, Pether ,"
sez she.
"Divil one o. me knows ser she.
"What do ye say, Pether DEAR Sc, she.
"Sure Father Henuessey knows did. - SEE
L desperately, and wild that the door was
flung open. and wild loud laugh, in come
Misthress Mulrooney, wid Father Hennes-
sey and half dozen acquaintances, and
throws herself into my arms, and begs my
pardin over and over again. And that is the
way, Mister Urbin, was decaved into mar
ryin' Misthress COnrooney-Mulroopey, L
name -