The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1876-06-08
Hlddy Maleney's Cat.

EStcTnlN1 from WoTk one eIcnlng, WAS
met at the gate by Biddy, his better
halt, in high state of excitement.
Mat" says she, "there's sthrange
cat in the cabin"
"Cast her out, thin, an don't be both
erin me about the baste."
Fax, au' I've been sthrivin' to do
that same for the matther o. tin minnits
past, but she's jest beyant me rache, be-
hint the big rid chlst in the corner. Will
yez be afther helpin' me to dhriye her
out, Mat?"
"To be sure will; bad luck to the
consate she has for me house; show her
TO me, Biddy, TILL tach her the RESPECT
that's due a mon in his own house-to
be takin' possession widout as much as
by yer lave, the thafo o. the world !"
Now Mat had special antipathy for
cats, and never lei pass an opportunity
to kill one. This he resolves TO do in
the present case, and instantly formed a
plan for the purpose. Perceiving but
one mode of egress for the animal, he
says to Biddy:
"Have yez liver mail bag in the
house, me darlint 2"
it TO the mill wild yez TO bring home
chips wld this mornin'."
"Faix, an did, an there it is yit,
thin. Well have yez nothin' at all in
the hoose that will lie up like bag (;
Biddy ?"
"Troth, an have, Mat; there's me
Sunday petticoat-ye can dhraw the
STRINGS close at the top, an sure it'll
do better, nor lettin' the cat be LAWN
yez."
"Biddy, darlint, yez a jewel TO be
thinkin' O. that same be after brngIn'
it to me-"
Biddy brought the garment, and when
tho strings were drawn close it made
very good substitute for meal bag, and
Mat declared it was "Illigant."
So holding it close against the edge
of the chest he took look behind and
saw bright pair of eyes glaring at
him.
GAN is 1t there ye are We diviI? Be
out o. that now; bad luck to all yer
kin, ye won't lave me hoose at all wild
perlite akin? Yer sifwill bates a
pigs entirely. Biddy, have yez any hot
wather in the hoose 2"
"Yis, I've plinty, Mat; the tay ket-
ties full of it."
abe afther castin' the mather Of a
quart thin behint the chist till l say how
the shay divil likes H."
Dash went the water and out jumped
the animal into Mats trap.
"Arrah, be the howly poker | have
i'm in, Biddy," says Mat, drawing close
the folds OF the garment "now bad cess
10 ycz, the thafe, its nine lives ye has,
1T! BE aither akin me forgiveness for
thavin' We have been dom in me hoose,
for I'm thinkin' the nine lives ye have
won't save ye now anyway. Biddy,
safe hoult OF the poker, an whin I'll
shoulder the haythen yell bate the day
lights out on i'm"
Mat threw the bundle over his shout
der, and told Biddy to play "St. Pat
rick's day in the morning on it."
Biddy struck about three notes of that
popular Irish air, and suddenly stop
ped, exclaiming-
"What smills so square, Mat? It's
taken me BIRTH away wild the power of
it. Och, murther, Mat, sure an We have
the divil in the sack"
"Rate the ould haythen, thin; Yell
nivcr have a better chance. Bate the
horas off i'm lather i'm like bazes,
me darlint"
Hugh" says Biddy, w'm iaintin'
wid the power NV i'm. Cast i'm off yez,
Mat"
@Howly st. Pather !" says Mat, throw
lag down the sack. "Biddy, the basic
Is u pole-cat! Lave the hoose, or Yell
be kilt entirely. Murther an turf, how
the haythcn smills Och, Blddy Ma
loony, purity kittle NV fish yez made
NV 1t, to be mistaken that little divil for
a harmless cat"
MAT, for the love NV Fog, if yez be
convanient to the door, be afther opo-
min it, for I'm narcly choked wild i'm.
Och, Biddy Maloony, bad luck to yez,
for LAWN ould Iceland, to be murthered
in this way. Howly Mary purtict me
Mat, I'm clane kilt entirely, take me
out NV this !"
Mat drew her out Of doors, and then
broke for the pump like quarter horse,
closely followed by Biddy.
"Shure, that little vilin' bates the
uiNl ehllFeIg nc ruined me moose on
kilt Biddy, an put me out o. consato
wild mesef for a month to come. Och,
the desavin' vagabone, bad luck to i'm"
and Mat plunged his head into the horse
trough up to his shoulders.
"Ciit out O. that, Mat, I'm narly blind, /
and Biddy went under the water. "Och,
the mutherin' baste," says Biddy supl- I
tering the water out of her mouth, me
boss pettcoat is split in intirely. Nat
Maloony, divil a trap will liver help
yez sit for a cat again
Don't trouble yerself, Mistress Ma
loony, ye've ploysd the divil as it is.
Niver fear me agin' ha' porth O. yer
assistance. It's a natural fool We are to /
be takln' basic eff pole-cat for house
cat
Nat and Biddy won't cautiously back
10 the cabin, from which the offensive
Quadruped had taken his departure. 4
Things were turned out of doors, Bid |
dy's petticoat buried, the bed, which 1
fortunately escaped, moved TO a neigh
boris, the stove moved outside, and for 4
week they kept house out of doors, by ]
which time, by dnt of scrubbing, wash
ing and airing, the house was rendered I
once more habitablo, but neither Mat