The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-08-23
&c What's your name, my MANI says the

=, VhaCS your name, my manF' says the
9" jerry the Fool, and amt ashamed of
it, says he. whats yours y
The gintleman took no notice of this
question and afther little while: That's
fine animal you're riding, jerry says he.
." Faith, I'm glad your honor likes it,
says jerry; but it amt myself that'd care
about taking laase of his life. But, bedad,
he'll serve my turn, any way; for I've only
been to the village beyont to collect the
masther's rints.'
"' Surely, he hasn't been such fool as
to thrust you with that job" says the gintle-
man.
'' Arrah, why not p asked Jerry, in a
tone of great surprise.
"' Why, don't you know Redmond o'Han-
Ions on this road p
"3 Redmond O'Hanlon, is it 2 says Jerry.
ugh! That for Redmond O'Haulonn says
he, swapping his fingers. Fax, Jerry the
FOOLS a match for dozen o. the likes of
him any day in the week, and Sunday into
the bargain!'
The stranger laughed, and they rode
on in silence till they came to a very lonely
part of the lane, when he dhrew a brace of
pistols, and told Jerry to hand over all the
money he had about him, or he'd thry if he
had any brains by sending couple of bull
lets through his head.
"' Meala murther! You don't name to
say your honor's Redmond O'HanlonV says
Jerry.
"' do, indeed says the gintleman. $50
hand over, my man, and look sharp about it,
"' But, fax, it's kilt entirely by the mas
Their I'll be if l go home without the rints.'
"' What's that to me p says O'Hanlon.
$50 At all evints,' says Jerry, must
bounce that L had numbering fight for it.
Perhaps your honor won't mind firing a
shot through my old beaver O'Hanlon did
so. And now another through the breast
of my coat, and God bless YOU This was
fired. Now jist one in the skirts, and good
luck to your hOnorv
3" But I've discharged both my pistols,
and don't want the throuble of loading them
again for YOU
''' Faix, l should dearly like shot
through the SKIRTS says Jerry; it'd show
fought desperate. Are you sure your
honor hasn't got another pistol in your
pocket that You wouldn't mind firm for a
poor boys sake ?
"' Confound you y says O'IIanlon, to be
sure am. Hand over the money imma
.jiately, you spalpeen, or Ill bate you to q
jelly with my horsewhip'
Well, l suppose says jerry, after a
good deal of fumbling, considering the
ttlltfeat4e- 1--we had in Citing these rints,
your honor won't mind the little bother of
going over the hedge after them?' And he
threw over a sack apparently well filed
with coin.
"Half laughing, half angry, the highway
man@frst aiming at Jerry with his horse
whip, which he avoided by ducking-dis-
mounted, and climbed over the hedge and
no sooner had he disappeared, than Jerry
slipped off the old hack and mounted
O'IIanlon's horse.
60 Bad scran to you, Redmond O'Han-
lonv he bawled. didn't 1 tell you Jerry
the Fool was match for n dozen of yez ?
It's a sack full Of brass buttons you'ce> gone
orer the hedge afther, you thief of the woritl =
And touching the roam mare with the spur,
he galloped off, singing at the top of his
voice the old irish melody: Go to the
divil and shake yourself!
sIt would be absurd of O'Hanlon to think
of pursuing him on the old hack, and Jerry
had taken care to make him discharge his
pistols. He could only, therefore, swear
voiley of oaths, and walk away, leaving the
old hack to find his way home alone. And
ever afterward, if you wished to provoke
Redmond O'Hanlon, you had only to ask
him when was the last time he'd seen Jerry
the Fool z"
THE FORGED WILL.