The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1879-06-17
MULROONEy'S MISERY.
A Domestic scene in Justice knox's
Court.

A few days ago Mrs. Mulrooney, be-
ing, as her husband declared, "undher
the controlling in1ooince av dhrink"
10 an extent which made his life fore
taste Of the Lower House OF the Here
after, he caused her arrest, and the
lively wife was locked up in jail. -
Yesterday afternoon her case came up
in Justice Knox's Court, and Mrs. M.
appeared in a condition of ostentatious
sobriety, but with some hold-over in
aications.
Mr.. Mulrooney sat in a corner by
the stove, covering as il il were he and
not the partner OF his bottle who stood
in danger of the laws vengeance. He
did not choose to meet the scornful
gaze Of the prisoner at the bar, but
with his eyes fixed upon the sawdust
seemed to be q prey to the deepest
gloom.
"Why don't you keep sober like a
decent woman, Mrs. Mulrooney?" in
quired the Court, hopelessly.
"a dacint woman, is it's, responded
the lady, bridling. Even the Court
quailed and il added rather hastily:
Eyes, a good looking woman like
you bhhNb W hubN DtNNCA AhoA W bbN
into trouble like this. :"
"Dat thin" said Mrs. Mulrooney,
much Modified, ''it's not me that's at
the bottom of me troubles, but him.
Without deigning TO look at her
wretched lord she indicated him with
a backward jerk Of her thumb over
her shoulder.
"Why don't you have him arrested,
then?' inquired the Court, with an
eye TO business.
"No, yer Amer" replied the pri-
souer with emotion, mot for tin thou
sand dollars in goold wad / do any
thing to dishgrace that man. He's
me husband. But ink at him" she
cried with rising voice and turning
sharply on the shrinking Mulrooney.
LUX at him crouchin therel Sure
an We can see the shtoyle av crayture
he is be inkin at him. Oh ye SCALA
wag av the wurrldw
"Go home, my good woman, said
the Court hurriedly, Ego home and
live in peace with your husband
You're discharged.
Thank ye, yer Amer" said Mrs.
Mulrooney, with a grateful courtesy.
Then she walked over to the old man
and fixed her eye on him. He pulled
his hat over his eyes and stared at the
floor harder than ever.
Gimme the kay o. the house, said
the woman, in a dreadfully prophetic
voice.
Mulrooney mumbled inarticulately.
"Gimme the kay, / sayl" she re.
peated, Strengthening her back.
Mulrooney only mumbled.
"Why don't you give her the key,
you confounded fool?" demanded the
Court, querulously.
"Troth Joodge, yer married yerself,
an We should know whoy," replied
Mulrooney sullenly and without raising
his head.
"Mrs. Mulrooneyl" cried the Court.
with red face, chit him once for luck.
Land one on his eggplant it square
between 'em, and it shan't cost you
cent?
"For two fardens I'd lave the marks
av me hands on We" said Mrs. Null
rooney, studying her husbands down
cast head.
"Biff it to him, old woman" cried
the Court; let him have it, and you'll
be solid here next time they pull You.
"Here's the key" said Mulrooney,
producing it..
"Come home wild ye," said Mrs.
Mulrooney in low voice that was per-
fectly awful; and the wretched man
got up to follow her.
We'll" observed the Court, in a
disappointed tone, I'm sorry I can't
see you give il to him here, but take
it ont of him when you get him home.
Lave me alone fur that, yer Amer.
Come on wild ye now, ye ould thafe o
the wurrld.
And the Mulrooneys departed, the
husband in the rear of the procession,
and bowed as il the load of apprehen-
sion was all that he could carry Nir-
ginia City Chronicle.