American union. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1859, 1858-03-26
WHOLE No i44.

lHaue II very SoOu substitute Tor the
meal bag, ard Mat declared it was Ill
legant.
So holding it close against the edge
of the chest he took look behind and
saw pair of bright eyes glaring out
at him. .,. : ,.', s...
And is it there We are ye divil?-
BE out O that now; bad luck to all yer
kin, ye thavin' vagabond, ye. Bedad
an ye won't lave mo house ut all wild
perlite akin? Yer self-will bates a pigs
interely. Biddy, have yeez any hot
water in the house 2 ~ .r..
Yis, I've a plinty, Mat; tho tay
kittle's full Of it, ,a.f -
BE after castin' the matter of a
quart thin behind the chist till see
how the shy divil likes it, ...-
'Hould i'm close Mat; here goes the
wathor. .-.. D.
Dash went the water and out jump
cd the animal into Mats trap.
Arrah, be the holy poker have i'm
in, Biddy, says Mat, drawing close the
folds of the garment; now bad cess to
ycez, ye thafe, it's nine lives. We hev,
is it? BE after akin me forgiveness
for the thavin' yc ave been doin' in
me house, for I'm thinkin' the nine
lives yc have won't be savin' yc now
any way. Biddy, seze hoult the DO
ker, and when L shoulder the haythen
yell bate the daylights out of i'm
Mat threw the bundle over hiJ
shoulder, and told Biddy to play st.
Patricks day in the mornin' on it
Biddy struck about three notes of THAI
popular Irish air, and suddenly stop
ped, cxclaiming:
What smills so qunre, Mat ? It's ta-
kin my BIRTH away wid the power of
it. Och, murther Mat, sure an ye
have tho diyil in your sack
Bate the old haythen, thin; ycez'll
never have better chance. Bate the
horns off of i'm; lather him like blazes
me darlnt.' ......... ...... ...
OCH says Biddy, I'm faintin' wild
the power of him! Cast him out Mat.
'Howly St. Patrick, says Mat throw.
ing down the sack. 'Biddy the baste
is a pole. cat Lave the house, or yeez
will be kilt entirely. Murder and turf
how the haythen' smills! Och Biddy
Malony, a purity kittle of fish yeez
made of it, to be sure to be mistakipe
that little divil for a harmless cat
Mat, for the love of God, if yeez be-
convenient to the door, be after open.
ing it, for I'm nearly choked wild i'm
Och, Biddy Malony, bad luck to yeez
for lawn ould Ireland to. be murther--
ed in this way! Howly Mary purtect
me Mat! I'm clano kilt intirely; take
me out Of this
Mat drew her out Of doors and then
broke for the pump like a quarter horse
closely followed by Biddy.
Surely that villin bates the divil, en-.
tircly; he's ruined me house, and kilt
Biddy, an pat me out O. consate wild
moself for month to come. Och, tho
desavin' vagabond, bad luck to him
and Mat plunged his head into the
horse trough up to the shoulders.
Get out O that, Mat, I'm nearly
blind, and Biddy went to the water.
Och, the murthcrn' baste,' says Bddy
sputtering the water out of her mouth.
me best pctticoat is split intirely- Mat
Malony diyil trap will | over help
yeez sit for cat again
Don't trouble yourself, Mistress
Malonoy, ye'vc played the diyil as itis:
Niver fear me akin ha' porth O yer
assistance. It's natural fool ye are
to be takin' baste Nv pole-cat for
house cat
Mat and Biddy went cautiously back
TO the cabin, from whence the often
siye quadrupcd had taken his depart
ure. Things were turned out of doors.
Biddy's petticoat was buried the bed
which fortunately escaped, moved to
near ncighbor's; the stove moved
outside, and for aweck they kept house
out of doors, by which time, by dint Of
scrubbing, washing and string, tho
house was rendered once more habitn-
bic, but neither Mat or BidIy have
forgotten the strange cat.
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