Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1858-01-18
CHEATING A COUNSELLOR;
Or, How kedagh Geoghagan Get His Will
Drawn for Nothing.

A few miles from Barnestown, the residence
OF the famous Malone, and contemporaneous
with that worthy, there lived jolly old squire
oil the regular Irish school, named Kedagh &C.
ognagan. The old gentleman, together with a
great deal of Irish virtues, contained in himself
great deal OF what his enemies would call
downright irish vices and infamies AMONGST
them, he was exceedingly htigous, to which
disposition the propinquity of such a convent
ence as the prime sergeant was, perhaps in
some degree an encouragement be that as il
may, the assistance of Malone was often given
10 extrlcate his unlucky neighbor out of those
scrapes which his infatuatiOn was daily hurlipo
HIN into, but his patience and good will were
at length exhausted, when, after years of such
hard service, he had to declare himself abso-
lutely ignorant of the color of Kedagh's money
This unlucky cOnsummation OF his impru-
dence came about at the very moment when the
counsellor aid was most required. Poor ke-
dagh had got himself into a dreadful hobble
Some sharp attorney had taken under his pro-
lection one of his numerous victims, and law
and equity were together hurling their thup-
ders on his now defenceless head. He knew that
Malone would, In a few days, be going to town
10 attend term. and that unless his anger were
previously deprecated, it would be idle to ex-
pect assistance from him. To pay him, would
be an abandonment Of those principles on. which
through good report and evil report, he hal
acted Tor nigh half a century, and pay him he
would not; and yet, to get free from the dilem-
ma without doing so, was a puzzle. lie, how
ever, at last hit on an expedient which will be
seen in the sequel.
The day for Malone departure had arrived,
and he was already in his carriage driving out
of his avenue gate, when he was stopped by
hne herd OF cattle turning down in that direc-
ton.
Halo, my man" shouted the counsellor to
the herdsman, whose buIlocks are those?"
Gesghagan 5, your honor, replied the fell
low, touching his hat that is, they wor sir
but he sint thin to your honor wild his compli.
ments, and this bit of a note"-at the same
time fumbling the misshaped epistle from the
recesses of his breeches pocket, and handing it
to the great man.
Hum-aye-unforeseen troubles-bope TO
oe excused-request a continuation Of my SER
vices-oh, very well, my good man, all's right:
present my compliments to your master and tell
MIN shall feel happy in using my utmost exer-
tlons In his business-drive them on and de-
liver them to the herd-one, two, three-ten, I
believe, are in it-'pon my word, a very fine
dot OF bullccks, and do credit to the feeder, and
you may tell your master / said so-stay
there's half crown for you to drink NV
health, since I'll not be below myself-driye
on, John"
Next vacation Malone returned home. full of
complacent delight at the good news he had to
tell his generous client, for whom his splendid
talents had procured an uneauivocal victory.
The morning after his arrival when taking his
usual walk through his concerns he met his
herd, and after receiving his congratulations
on his safe return, began making the natural
Inquiries regarding his stock.
Fine weather You had while was away,
Thady!"
les, indeed, twas delightful, your honor. ~
Pon my word, L never knew it so soft at
this time OF the year before-an old parliament
gentleman Of my acquaintance, that was laid
up In MS bedroom ever since winter, was able
To go down all the way to the Cove of Cork last
week, 1t was SO mild
Z" 9th dth think O. that noy.''
Yes, indeed; and how is the grass coming
on, Thady -
.. L never seen the like, your honor. if you'd
only jlst step down an' look at it you d see.
yourself, sure
You didn't find Mr.. Geohagan's bullocks
too great an addition, hope?''
"Sir-'
"Old hedagh bullocks; those that he sent
here the day / went to Dublin; 'pon INV word
Thady, they shame you, they were so superior
to any you ever sent off my pastures
oh he s very Judgmatical feeder, your
with his any day-but rs to the bullocks-bc
dad, your honor, myself dee 'n't rightly under
stand what you re talking about at all at all ,,
Why-the bullOcks he sent here on the day
L went to Dublin-the ten fat bullocks he sent
by his own man Kelly, L think, is his name.
n,
honor's pardon, he ever sent here the old
rogue-they d bring the murrain or some
1rIaHgh among US, so they would"
'oid kedssh tricked me, tn en- shouted the
counsellor.
And 50 he did, The herd had been waiting
an hour at the heal OF the avenue TO intercept
him, as we have related. and no sooner was The
carriage out of sight by an angle Of the road
thah, according 10 his masters direction. he
turned the bullockr heads, an | before evening
thoy were browsing quietly in their native pas,
lures, whence they had been called that morn
ing to effect the deception
Ii was a little wonder that Malone sbonId be
deeply exasperated at the trick 40 huraiIiatin0
to him and successful to his outwitter and iusf
as little that honest kedagh should take credil
to himself for SO neat piece of chicapery il
was, In fact, subject of merriment 10 him for
long time after, until some dilemma similar
70 that which gave rise to the expedient we
have related occurred, and compelled him 10
try and make his peace with his incensed ad-
vocate. The hopeless task was undertaken in
the same spirit which characterized his former
proceedings. Kedagh took to bis bed-was i'm
very ni-golnS to die, in fact 1t was not
long until an account of his illness reached
BarnestOwn, and fast on the heels of report
followed a messenger from the invalid reauest-
ing to see his dear friend-the counsellor
''Confound the rascal, exclaimed Malone.
. his impudence is insuferable-what can he
want with me -
oh, your honor said the afflicted messen-
ger, = he's stretched for death, and won't die
aisy if he don't see you an the priest
. Well. now for curiosity's sake" said Ma
lone, will 20 over and hear what he has TO
say; it would really be pity not to hear Ke-
dsgh repenting.
The counsellor arrived, and was shown into
the darkest room, where kedagh was waiting
his final call
- \ on wished to see me, Mr.. Geoghagan,
believe" said Malone, in the coldest tone of
voice he could assume
Counsellor dear is that you ?" whined the
invalid, from the middle of the bed in the cor
ner.
Upon my word, Mr.. Geoghasan, you NAV
well ask the question with doubt after the man
ner you treated me and used my name"
"Oh, counsellor, dear sure you would mt be
ripping up old stories on dying man; God
forgive me my sins, but I've IA great deal to