Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1872-08-01
ANIRSH YARN,
Gin Amusing Story OF a Cat I'm an
Irish Shanfy."

IN AAAaSAMS OsOA
Irish Shanfy."
Pat Maloney, better know by the name
of father Pat, on returning home from
work one evening. was met at the gate BY
B:dIy, his better half, in a high state of
excitement.
Pat" says she, "there's a strange cat
in the cabin"
Cast her out, then, don't be botherin'
me about the baste."
"Faith, and I've been striven' 10 do
that for the matter of tin niinits pa. t, but
she is beyant my reach, behind the big
red chist in the corner. Will you be
after helpin' me to drive her out, Pat -
TO be sure i will ; bad luck to the
~consa.e she has for me house. Show her
to me Biddy, till 1 teach her the respect
that's due to man in his own bouse-to
be takin' possession without as much as
by your lare-the thafe of the world"
Now Pat had special antipathy to cats,
and let pass no opportunity to- kill one,
This he resolved to do in the present case,
and instantly formed plan for the pur-
pose. Perceiying but one way to egress
for the animal he says to Biddy:
"Have yeE liver a small-bag In the house,
my darlint?"
..Diyil a one is there, Pat. Ye took
it to the mill wild yez to bring home some
chips, this mornin'."
..Faith, and I did, and there it is yet,
thin. And having you nothin' at all in
the house that viii tie up like big bag,
Bibby?'
'Troth, and l have, Pat. There's me
Sunday petticoat!-ye can draw the
strings up close at the top, and sure it
will be better for lettin' that cat lawn,
ye."
"Biddy, d%arlint, ye are a jewel: jist be
after bringing it 10 me at wonst."
Biddy brought the garment, and sure
enough it made a good substitute for a
bag.
Pat declared at once that it was lille
CANT"
So, holding it close against the edge of
the chest, he took look behind land saw a
pair of eyes glaring at him.
And it is there ye are, ye devil?-be
out of that, now. bad luck to yez, ye
thavin' ,agabond. BE dad, and ye won't
lave with perlite axin-ycrself will bate
the pigs entirely. Biddy, have yez any
hot water!"
"Sure, I've the full of a tay-kettle, and
all 4 bilin,' Pat"
"Be after castin' the matter of q quart
thin, behind the chist, and we'll see how
the haste minds the like of that"
cloud close, thin, here goes the
steamin' hot water"
So saying, dash went the water, and out
came the animal into Pats trap.
.Arrah, be the holy poker. / have
him now. biddy. It's nine lives ye have,
ye haste? Well, now. be AKIN me par
don for all the tEavin' ye have been doin'
in me house, or it's not nine lives that
will save We. Biddy, lave hold of the
poke. and whilst l shoulder the bag, jist
whack the daylight out of the haythin
diyil intirely."
Pat threw the bundle over his shoulder
and Biddy struck about three blows to
the tune of "St. Patrick's day in the
morning." when she suddenly stopped.
"What smells so QUAR-. Pat? Sure its
takin' the breath of me with the power of
it. Oh, muther, Pat! its the devil We
have in the sack! ]"
bate him. thin-bate the horns off?'
"T'am faintin'-cast him off ye, Pat"
Och, Muther ! muther; Biddy NAL
oney, what have ye done? Ye've went
and Mistaken a horrible pole-cat for a
harmless tame cat"
pat, for the love of me, if ye're con-
to tue door, u~nclose it.. for / am
persisted entirely. Oh. Biddy Maloney,
that liver We should have left Guild Ireland
to be smothercd and muthered in this
''Faith, the little villain hates the divil
himself: he's ruined ne house and killed
and put me put of consate wild me
ownself. Oh, ye mutherin' haste ]"
BY dint of washing, and securing, and
and the burial of Biddy's best
petticoat under the ground for a space of
lime, things we're at length set to rights
again. But not a little recriminating
look place on the occasion, and neither of
them ever forgot the expulsion from the
of Biddy's strange cat"