The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1875-02-03

and anxious for the coming event Peter him.;
self went from place to place, trying. to smpth-
erh his grief, and occasionally helping tlnecon,-
pany to wlliskey which was supplied with
more than accustomed liberalitg 4 /. Ell. ssss
f All my consciousness of the deceit aud
tifickefy could not deprive the scene Of GER
tain adlemnitys 'rlie. misty dI$laacc II the
half lighted room the highly wrought I z
preston Of the country peaplels facos never
more intensely excited thar at some mornent
| Of this kind the low deep drawn bfeathibgs,
unbroken save by a sigh Or d sob the tribute
of aifectionatc sorrow to some lost friend,
whose memory was thus 1foscibly brought
back these we're all SO real, that as I looked,
u thrilling scene Of awe stole over me, and 4
actually shock with fear. sigasis nd glsif
A low, faint cough from the dark corner
whore the bed stood seemed to cause even d
deeper Stiffness and then, in a silence, where
the buzaing OF fly would have been heard,
my father said, sr.s,.t77 n ~!
.whete's Billy scafiang I want to make
any will !" ,a.,a "a a,.i.sI s,s f,.,s
f.' He's here fatl,er,"i said Peter taking
silly by the hand, and leading him to the
bedside =
az. Write what bid ye, Billy. and be quick
tos 1 haven't a long time 'afore,ine here.s,l
die q good Catholic, though FatlierO y Rather
" Won't give me the rites ''''''ae set s52
"A general chorus Of muttered, " Oh !
l1usha, illusha,l = was now heard through the
,o.in but wletierin grief ever tile sad fate
i the dying man, or the untiinching severity
OF the priest, is hard to say, + 49, s. .,,s.
~" die in peace with all my neighbors and
III mankind. Us 'aa q y siisiaa 40
Another chorus of the company seemed to
approve these charitable expressiups,. ,..s.ns
81 bequeath unto my son, Peterr-and new
Il was stere' bettersonior tlecentcr boy--
have you that down ?---7I bedpeatli unto my
sou Peter the whole Of my two farms Of Kill
mundoonery and Kuocksehboora, with the
failow mead ,wse behind Dyncll's house the
forge and right Of turf on the Dooraii hog =
give him4--apd much good may it do him
i,anty ,Gassam' $ acre, and that reminds me
that my mouth Is just as dry Let me taste
hat ye have in the Jug
Here the dying man took a very hearty pull
md seemed considerable refreshed by it,
..sWhere was I, Billy Scanlan?" says he
.soh, remember ut 'he lime kiln. leave
m--that's Peter / mean--the two potato
.ardens at Nounan's Well and it is elegant,
inc crops grow there.'' M
Aiu't you gettin' wake, father, darlin' ?"
,sys Pcren wno pegsn 20 Ia afraid nf ny
aher's Iuquaciousness for to say the truth,
he punch got into his head, and he was great
| i disposed to talk.
~ am, Peter, my son." says he +" / am
citing wake just touch my lips again with
lie jug. All Peter, Peter you watered the
iriuk.Y.Ig 81 ~ ~.
bit. No, indeed, fathe-,. but it's the taste is
alvin YOU" says Peter and againia. low cho-
us Of compassionate pity murmured through
he wide cabin.
Well I'm nearly done now, says my
father 'sThere's only one little spot of
Ground remaining, and'put it on you Peter
las you wish to live q good man, and di9
siththe same easy heart as do now--thaty e
mind my last words to ye. Are ye listening
ARE the neighbbfs listening pills Billy Seam
ian listening ~ 80 "a, +, 49, 's.5'.sss
-" Yes, sir; yes, father we're, all minding,
chorseikthe whole audiencesa) .ssaallsis
e"Weii then, It's my last will and tcsta-
nent and may--give me over the jug
he took long drink. and may that blessed
liauor be poison to me- If I'm not as eager
bout this as every other part of the will,,I
say, then, I bequeath the little plot at tie
cross roads to poor Cnn Cregan; Cor hc has
'lfeavy charge, and is as honest and as, bard
working a man as ever Iknew. BE friend
70 him., Peter, dear never lei him want
while ye have it yourself--think cfme on my
death bed whenever he asks ye for any trifie
rs il down, Billy Scanlan p42ti,e two acres at
the cross to Cong Cregan and his heirs, forev-
en- Ali, blessed be tho saints ! But X fed
my heart grows lighter afterthat, says he---
"a gopd work makes an 'easy cbnscicncc.4 =
andnow I'lldrink 10 all tho company's good
health and many happy returns" lsf,eF
What ne was going to add, there's no say
/ ing but Peter, who was now terribly fright
ened at the lively tone the sick man was as
suming turned al the people into anotherl
room to let his father die in peace.
WHICH tnuy 0pfc VIZ kso'ftr, = wv nitPPSN
back to father, who was putting on his
brogues In the corner. ssis sss "a
"Con,p sayshe, ssye did it all well but
sure that was joke about the two acres at
the cross. a 5,i sa,s,s.s,,,sa, ...4s5s s..i,
IS "Ofcourse it was, Peterl says he. snre
1t was all a joke, for the matterof that; won't
make the neighbors laugh hearty to-nior''ow
when tell them ar aboii II Ar I; \" y hat =
exolaimel Peter, III amazemept. Tell 'em
alIAbout itln ~ 6asEa Iieis4fnaA. iaAif8
Faith, and why shouldn't Is' returned
my father dryly. NJ ESD $gae las, Fs
"You wouldn't be mean enough to betray
me - says Peter, trembling with flight.
ls1.s Sure you wouldn't be mean enough TO 20
against yer fathers dying words says my
father 4 the last sentence ever he spoke -
and here he gave a low, wicked laugh that
made myself shake with fear.
Every well, Con - says Peter, holdingout
his hand ga bargain yer a deep fellow,