The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-08-14
MIKE MAHONY's LUCK.

Irishman, and obtained more money
and cold victuals by his wit than by hard
labor. In fact, he was determined to
make this country what he had been
told it was before he came over the
water, place where man could live
aisy.
1t happened one day that Mike, who
had strayed up into the country, was
anxious to reach railroad depot. His
legs were weary, and though he had
partaken of a substantial breakfast from
the Widespread table of a hospitable
farmer, the idea of travelling sixteen
miles before nightfall, had little charms
for lazy fellow like Mike.
| Mike had travelled about halfmile
when he observed large hand-bill
posted on thesign-post, though not much
of scholar he managed, after spelling
the hard words to read as follows
Stolen "A man calling himself Will
liam Clafflin, hired of the subscriber
| gray horse and Concord built wagon, for
the purpose of going to Keystone and
return the same day, but has not been
heard from since. Said Clafflin was
small man pock- marked with a scar un-
der his eye.
"That's me" said Mike, " barrln the
scar, and that aisy make.
He logged along to the tavern, enter
ing with a downcast look and took
seat before the fire.
In few minutes he heard whisper
ing among the inmates, and felt that
the prospect of a ride was not so bad as
it might be.
Soon the landlord entered and after
whispering few moments, tapped
Mike on the shoulder and said
"Where is your horse, my good fel-
low?"
"Horse, said Mike looking up.
! Yes the horse you hired.'
| Sure, an the owner has him. You
wouldn't accuse an honest Irishman of
the like of me stealing horse, would
| you ?"
" You may look like an honest man,
but don't you see that's an exact de-
scription of your"
An what does that say, sure 2"
That you stole horse and wagon"
Is it me you ane?''
Certainly"
Take me out of this, by the blessed
st. Patrick" and Mike was making fast
for the door, when the landlord stepped
before him.
"No you don't said he," taking Mike
by the collar.
Mike began to shed tears, and tried to
Soften the heart of the landlord.
An sure you wouldn' t be the names
uf putin a poor fellow to prison. Let
me go now, and I'll never darken the
doors of your house again, as sure as
my names"
"What ?" asked the landlord.
An what's the name ye read on the
paper?''
"It's no matter-I'm sure he's the
chap" said the landlord don't you
think so ?" addressing himself to the
crowd who had gathered in the bar
room.
Eyes, ," was the response.
In less than half an hour the land
lords team was at the door, and Mike
was ordered to get in.
Sure, you'll give me drop of the
crathure," said Mike, afore ye taken
me out into the cold weather."
"Yes," said the landlord, ordering his
boy to set out the decanter.
''Here's to the health of ye," said
Mike, 4" and may the blessed Virgin pur-
tuct ye, and save ye from ever bein' in
my sitivation."
The liquor was drank and Mike and
the landlord started off for the town
from which the horse had been stolen.
During the first part of the journey,
Mike was exceedingly taciturn, and the
landlord was not disposed to disturb his
meditations. They had proceeded some
half dozen miles when Mike asked:
And what will you get for this job,
mister?''
Twenty-Five dollars, perhaps" re-
| piled the landlord.
Sure am yell make better business
of 1t than myself, If ye get that"
Yes, guess so,o replied the land
lord.
Mike relapsed into silence, and after