The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1859-05-25

the strings were drawn close II maze We
ry good substitute for meal bag, and Mat
declared it was ''illegant."
So holding it close against the edge of
the chest, he took look behind and saw
pair of bright eyes glariDg at him.
"An' is it there We are, ye divils Be
out of that now; bad luck to all your kin,
ye thavin' vagabone ye. Bedad. an ye
won't lave my house at all thin wild perlite
akin! Yer self-wiIl bates pigs entirely.
Biddy, have yez any hot wather in the
house?"
"Yis, I've plenty, Mat, the taykettle
is full Nv it."
'Be after castin' the matter Nv quart
thin behint the ch;st, till l see how the
shay divil takes it."
aloud close, Mat, here goes the wa
ther."
Dash went the water, and out jumped
the cat into Mats trap.
Sarah, be the howly poker, I have''m
in, Biddy," says Mat, drawing close tie
folds of the garment; snow. bad cess to
yez, ye thafe, it's nine lives ye have, is it !?
Be- after akin forgiveness for the thavin
ye have been dom in me house, for I'm
think.n' the nine lives ye have won't save
ye now, any way. Biddy saize hoult of
the poker, an whin l shoulder the hay
then yell bate the daylights out o 'im."
Mat threw the buAdle over his shoulder
AMI told Biddy to play "St. Patrick's day
in the morning" on it. Biddy struck about
three notes of that popular IRISH air, and
suddenly stopped, exclaimiug:
'Wbat smlls SO quare, Mat! It's takin
me BIRTH away wild the power Nv it. Och !,
murther, Mat; sure an ye have the divil
in the sack"
"Bate the ould haythen, thin; Yell
niver have a better chance. Bate the
horns off i'm; lather i'm like blazes. me
darlint."
"Augh," says Biddy, "I'm faintin' wild
the power NV i'm. Cast i'm off yez Mat'
"Howly St. Patrick" says Mat. throw
ng down The sack, "Biddy the basic is q
. ,lecat! Lave the house or yell be kit
entirely. Murther an turf, how the hay
then smils. Och, Biddy Maloney, purity
kittle of fish yez made Nv it, to be sure, to
be mistaken that little divil for harmless
cat"
"Mat, for the love O God, if yez con-
vanient to the door be after openin', for
I'm narely choked wild i'm. Och, Biddy
Malouey, bad luck to vez for LAWN ould
ireland, to be murthered in this way
Howly Mary, perfect me! Mat I'm clane
kilt entirely-take me out o this"
Mat threw her out of doors and then
broke for the pump like a quarter horse,
closely followed by Biddy.
"Shure that little william bates the divil
entirely; he's ruined me house an put me
out o consate wild meself for month to
come. Och, the decavin' vagabone, bad
luck to him." and Mat plunged his bea |
into tAe horse-trough up to his shoulder /.
''Get out o that, Mat, I'm narely blind, +"
and Biddy went under water. "Ocb, IL c
murtheriu' baste," says Biddy. suffering
the water out of her mouth, "me best pet
ticoat is spoilt entirely. Mat Maloney,
divil a trap will liver help yez sit for a
cat again"
Don't trouble yourself, Mistress Malo-
ney, we've played the divil as it is. Nivcr
fear me akin hip'orth O yer assistance.
Us natural fool We are to be takin' a
baste of a polecat for house-cat."
Mat and Biddy went cautiously back to
the cabin from which the offensive quad
ripped bad taken bis departure. Things
were turned out of doors, Biddy's petit
at BARRED, the bed, which fortunately
escaped, moved to near neighbours, the
stove moved outside, and for week they
kept house out of doors, by wi icl tin
by dint of hard scrubbing, Washing and
airing, the house was rendered once more
habitable, but neither Mat nor Biddy b,s
forgotten the strange cat in the house.