Weekly hawk-eye and telegraph. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1855-1857, 1856-02-27

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Matthew Malonev. better known hy the tcvs
At the rniIi as Father Mat on returning from
wors. one evening, was met al the gate bs
/ I,sddy, his betier-balf in high state oi excite
merit
1 ..Nat,r said she, there's strange co in the
cabin
, Cast her out. thin. an don't be bo;Lerin me
! ahopt the haste"
i .sFaix. an I've been sthrivin 10 do that same
] for the matter OF ten minutes past, bur shes
ist beyani my rsche, behint the big rid ciisst in
I The corner VIII yez be afther heipin' ne to
ldhriye her out. aat 2
/ ITO be sure I will I; bad luck TO the consate
/ she has for al. horse. Show her to me, Bidny,
1 till tache her the rspiei that's due MAN in his
/ own house--to be talsin' possession wtlsont as
much as By yer lave. the thate of the
| world!r
Nov Mat had special autipathy for cats, and
i never let pass opportunity TO Kill one. This
! he resolved TO do in the present case. and in
stanily formed plan for the purpose Per
ceiving but mode of egress for the animal.
he says 10 Bddy-
..Have yez liver a male bag in the House, me
darlint =
"D.vil a wan is there, Mat Yez took it to
the mill wild yez to bring home chips wild, this
mornin..n
FAX an did, and there it is yit, thin. Well,
have yez nuthin' at all in the house that viii tie
up like bag, Bddy?n
.'Troth, an have, Mat; there's me Sunday
petticoat; We can dhraw the strings close at the
top, an it will do betther lettin the cat
be lawn yez.
Biddy, darlint. yez jewel 10 be thinkin'
the same; be atiher bringin' ii to me-"
Biddy brought the garment, and when the
strings were drawn close it made very good
substitute for the meal bag, and Mat declared it
was elegant
So, holding it close against the edge of the
chest, he took a look behind and saw a pair of
bright eyes glaring at him.
AN is ii there We are, We divil! Be out o.
that now bad luck to all yer kin. We thavin'
vagabone ye Bedad, an ye' won't lave me
house at all wild perIitc akin? Yer silf-will
| bates pigs intirely. Biddy, have yez any hot
wather in the house p
"Yis, Eve plenty Mat; the tay kettles full
Nv it"
..Be afthee castn' the matter of quart thin
behind the chst, till / say how the shay divil
| likes it."
"Hou!d i'm close, Mat; here goes the wather.
Dash went the water, and out jumped the animal
| into Mats trap.
"Arral, be the howley powker, l have him in,
Biddy," says Mat, drawing close the folds of the
| garment; "now bad cess to yez, We thate, its
nine lives ye have, is it? Be atther akin me
forgiveness for the thavin' We have been doin' in
me house, for I'm thnkn' the nine lives We have
won't save We now, any way. Biddy, seize hout
| of the poker, an win l shoulder the haythe
| ven beat the daylights out NV i'm.
Mat threw the bundle over his shoulder, and
told Biddy to play ST. 'Patrick's day in morning
| on it, Biddy struck about three notes of that
popular Irish air, and suddenly stopped, excaim-
ing
"What smills so quare, Mat? Its takin' me
BIRTH away wild the power NV it, Och, murther,
Mat. shurc an We have the dyi in the sack.
Bate the ould haythen, thin yez II never
have betther chance. Bate the horns off i'm;
lathcr IN like bazcs, me darnt!"
"Augh, says Biddy, pm taintin' wild the pow
er nv i'm. Cast i'm off yez, Mat"
"Howly St. Father" says Mat, throwing down
the sack "Biddy, the basic is a pole cat! Lave
the house, or yez III be kilt inrely. Murtfcr
an turf how the haythen smells. Och, Biddy
Mnoney, Il purity kiilc OF fish yeZ made NV it,
10 he shur, to be mistakin' that little divil FOR n
harmless cat
''Mat, for the love Of Cod if yez be conva-
niant to the door, be atther openin' it, for In,
narelv checked wild i'm. Och, Biddy Maonev,
bad luck to vez, for LAWN ould Ireant, to be
murdered in this way! Howly Mary, purtict
me, Mat, I'm clunc kilt, intrely; take me out
| Nv this"
Mat drew her out OF doors and then broke ioI
the pump like quarter horse, closely followed
by Bidly.
'Shure, that little villain bates the divil in
! trcly; he's ruined me house an kilt Bidty,
an pu. me out O consate for month to come.
| Och, the decayin' vagabone, bad luck to him:
and Mat plunged his head into the horsc-'roug!l
| upt his shoulders
"Git out of that, Mat, I'm nare!y blind" and
| Biddy went under water.
och, the murthcrin' bastc,' says Biddy, sput-
tcring the water out Other mouth, "me best
pitticont is split intirely, Mat MaIoney, divii a
trap will liver help yez sit for cat again"
Don't trouble yersclt, Mistress Maloncy, we've
played the divil as it is. Nivcr fear me akin a
Ira perth O yer assistance. It's natural fool
We are to. be takin' basic NV poecat fur a
| house cat
Mat and Biddy went cautiously bac! to the
cabin from which the offensive quadrUped had
taken his departure. Things we're turned out o
doors, BIddy's petticoat buried, the bed, which
fortunately escaped, moved to Il near neighbors ;,
the stove moved outside, for weeks they kept
house out Of doors, by which time, by dint OF
scrubbing, washing and ironing, the house Was
rendered once more habitahle, but neither Mat
nor Biddy have forgot the "strangc cat"
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