Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-12-27

to humor him.
Upon that, Jerry made such prepar-
ations as was necessary, chose the worst
horse in the stable-an old hack, half
blind and thrse-quarters lame-and
started on his enterprise. Nothing oc-
Cured on the way. He collected q
considerable sum of money, carefully
disposed of it about his person, and
started homeward. Toward evening,
as he was quietly jogging along on the
old hack, and was just entering long
lane, with high hedges on each side, a
tall, fine-looking man, rode up to him,
on handsome roam mare.
"God save you, my man." says the
gentleman.
"God save your honor" replied Jer-
ry."
What's your name, my man?"
asked the gentleman.
GERRY the fool, and I amt ashamed
of it. What's yours?'
The gentleman took no notice of the
question. After a while he says:
"That's q fine animal you're riding,
Jerry"
Faith, I'm glad your honor likes
it," said Jerry, but it isn't myself thatd
care to take a lease of his life. But
he'd serve my turn anyway, for it's not
in hurry I'm traveling--I've only
been to the village beyond to collect
the masters rents for him."
surely he's not such fool to trust
you with that job? %
-" Arrah, why not p asks Jerry in
great surprise.
"Why, don't you know that Red
mond O Hanlon's on this road"
Redmond O'Hanlon, is it?" says
Jerry. Ugh! That for Redmond o.
IIanlon p says he swapping his fingers.
d" Faix, Jerry the fool is q match for
half dozen of the likes of him, any
day in the week and Sundays into the
bargain"
The stranger laughed, and then rode
on in silence till they came to q very
lonely part of the road, when he drew
brace of pistols, and told Jerry to
hand over all the money he had about
him, Or he'd try if he had any brains by
sending a couple of bullets through his
head.
Meala murther!' roared Jerry, in a
tone of surprise and fright. You
don't mean to say your honor's Red
mond O'HaIlon ?"
81 do, indeed. So hand, over my
man, and look sharp about it."
",But; faix, it's kilt entirely by the
master I'll be if go home without the
rint."
What's that to me?' said O'Han-
lon."
Anyhow" said Jerry, "I must
show them that had a numbering big
fight for it. Perhaps your honor
wouldn't mind firing a shot through
my old beaver" O'Hanlon did so,
laughing at the trick.
" And now another through the
breast of my coat, and Heaven bless
YOU" This was done. "Now Just
one in the skirt of it, and good luck to
your honor"
"But I have discharged both my
pistols, and don't want the trouble OF
loading them for YOU"
"Faix, I should dearly like a shot
through the skirts; it would show I
fought desperate. Are you sure your
honor hasn't another pistol in yonr
pocket that you wouldn't mind firing
off fora a poor boys sake?"
"Confound you! To be sure have
not. Hand over your money or I'll
beat you to jelly with my horsewhip. "
Well" said Jerry, after good deal
offumbling, "I suppose, considering
the trouble I had collecting these rints
your honor won't mind going over the
hedge after them ?"
And he threw over sack, apparent
ly we'll filled with coin. Half laugh
ing, half angry, the highwayman-frst
aiming at Jerry with his whip, which
he avoided by ducking-dismounted,
and climbed over the hedge, and no
sooner had he done so than Jerry
slipped off the old hack and mounted
O'Hanlon's horse.
Bad scran to You, Redmond O Han
lon!' he bawled. Didn't I tell you
that Jerry the fool was match for a
dozen of you? It's a sack of brass but