The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-12-10

says Father Myles, and away wud him
acrass the bog like young deer.
"The night was murtherin' dark, an
rainin' 80 powerful that was a. wet as
gauger whin / got to the edge O. the
lake. was afeard to thry for the fish in
daylight, for the Great Life, bad cese to
thin, had their keepers as plinty as
blackberries, and these villyans wOr al
ways lookin' out to get dacent lad into
throuble. Well, sir, got out me tools,
and having swallowed a good tent O. po-
teen, / set my nit, and down l sat. 1t
was the lonesomest night ever spent,
only the water splashin' and the sheep
dogs yelpin'. KEEP me hand on the
stirring reddy for haul, but dickens ov
fish was stirrin' at all, at all. This
won't do says L; 'av the Bishop doesn't
get taste O fish, poor Father Myles
will never get parish Well, sir, sot
there, wud the stirring in me hand,
takin' an odd scoop at the bottle, an me
heart was very fretful all for the sake of
Father Myles, whin, all O. suddint. the
stirring was pulled wud jerk that al
most dhragged me into the wather, and,
begorra, had an illigant salmon. Hur-
root says l, 'lm not beat yet and /
hauled in the nit-and, now, yer onner,
comes the quare part of me story, and
mind We, it's as thrue as yOur'r sittin'
forninst me on that safe. TUX the fish
out Ov the nit (hc was about eighteen
pOund), an was gOin' to give him a rap
to lave him aisy, whin he stud up on the
hind ov his tail, threw out his fins, and
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humor him, for there wasn't boy in the
barony cud stand forninst me, an l
ketched him by the fins. Sorra word
aither O. us scd, but he curled his tail
round my right leg, and givin' jerk
wud his body, tux fall out O. me.
"Well, sir, it was very hurtful to me
feelins to be thrown be fish, an was re-
solved to give him no quarther, whether
he axed me for it or not, but whin got
to me feet the thief av salmon was
gone.
"Well, sir, l was bet up be my dis
grace, an as daylight was comm
picked up me tools, an ups to Father
Myles' house for to tell him o. me mis-
fortune. 1t was fair light be the time l
got thare; an jist as / was comm up to
the house, the sight left me eyes, for
tharc was me salmon knockin' at the hall
dure, as bowld as brass. 'Ye won't cs-
cape me now, anyhow, says ], and l med
at him; but the dure opened, an fell
into the hall"
Here Micky Delany paused.
"Well, what became of the salmon,
Micky?"
"I'he Bishop ct him." was the scnten-
tious reply.
"And did Father Myles get a parish ?"
"Shurc enough, yer amer"
"And what did you get, Mickey"
"Och, 1 got his blessin', and sorra
much good it done me-"
l did not proceed with the investiga-
ton, as perceived that Delany did not
wish to prolong it,
1t had ceased to snow, and the moon
evinced decided anxiety to have peep
at Micky Dclany and myself She pushed
away two or three troublesome clouds
from before her face, and at length took
dull, watery stare at us, a. If she had
been suddenly awakened from her slum-
bers. This little feminine curiosity on
her part enabled us to perceive a dark
object some hundred yards in advance,
lying right across our path.
"It's car from the Royal" exclaimed
Micky, in great excitement. Och, be.
gorra, it's the wan that tux the fightin'
doctor from Westport, an, blur an ayers,
they're bet be the snow."
Fighting doctor! Who's the fight
ing doctor asked.
"Ould Finnerty, no less, av the mill.
tia. Begorra, he'd have We out for sneez.
in crucked, so ye'd betther mind. I'll
90 bail that he has the pistols wud him.
He never thravels wudOut thin. He's
downed siven men wud thin deadly
TOOLS"
By this time we had reached the scene
of the accident. One of the wheels Of
the car had noiselessly and unostenta
| tiously scattered its spOkes, which lay
strewn along the road like so many val
liant soldiers who had fallen in defense ol
some isolated fortress. The fighting
doctor had proceeded in advance, in the
hope of obtaining assistance Mt waysidt
sheeling, and the driver was bitterly la
menting the i'll turn that his luck had
played him.
8What betther cud hope for, comm
wud that ould bloodthirsty villyan
He's goin to fight dewel beyant a
Phoul Dhonninel, the haythen. Coin
to kill man on Christmas day, the Oult
yarmint, av he can. Och, wirra, such 8
Christmas eve! It's in the chapel
ought to be, on my bades, let alone bein
out wud a murtherin' Ould Turk on ;
lonely common, wud nOthin' betune mi
an heaven but the snow, and bias
that wud cut the back teeth out av al
ostrich"
"Hould yer whist!" cried Micky De
laney, leading him rather roughly aside
"hould yer whist, an mebbc we can se
it all right afther all" -.
Here my charioteer dropped his vOic
into confidential whisper. and, aftc
some very impressive pantomime, II
which he appeared to be endeavoring +
induce the other to come around to hi
views, he ended by exclaiming in lou
tone:
cav We don't take me offer, yell b
here till the new year, an the divil min,
yc for an ungrateful bosthune."
Micky Delany's proposition was simpl
to impress the services of the secon
horse, to drive tandem, and give lift t
the driver and passengers Of the useles
car, leaving the luckIess vehicle to II
fate.
offered no objection, and in fe'
minutes the fighting doctors carpet-ba
was transferred, rough sort of tander
established, and the injured car place
safely inside ditch.
DIR. Finnerty, whom we picked up at
distance of about mile, seemed exceed
ingly we'll pleased with the change in b
rate of travelling.
"Their conveyances here, sir, are
the most infayrior description. Thei
horses, sir, are only ft for the knacke
The owner ought To be hanged. In
driver ought to be shot"
The doctor jerked out his sentence
broadside at me, and threw forward b
! wiry little frame at every final word.
Having offered him a nip" from m
flask, which he tossed of with fouris