Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-10
Written for Tho Chicago Ledgerl
The "DESAvlnG WILDLY. "
HOW Peter Taairooney Married Her.

tu& OGSPae sNG ssHOVE1
HOW Peter waairOOney Married Her.
Some two years subsequent to nv
parting with Peter Mulrooney I CHANGED
to fall in with him again in rather an
unexpected manner. Business of some
Importance having taken me to the city.
was traversing pretty rapidly one of its
meaner streets, when 1 heard myself
suddenly hailed by name in an accent
peculiarly Irish; and, turning round,
discovered Peter approaching me with
his usual Looping gait. He was so al
tered in his habiliments from the pict-
ure wildly retained in my memory OF
the laundering, blarneying Irishman
who took my COW to market, that if it
had not been for his voice I dare say
should have passed him without recogni-
ton. But the voice-that voice it was
Peters peculiar shibboleth.
Mr.. Mulrooney, whom only remem-
bered in O bluish-gray coat, a light, fex-
ible hat, and thick brogans, was now
dressed in threadbare suit of black, a
silk hat with the crown sunk in and well
worn at the edges, and pair of thin
dress boots deliberately patched With
his coat buttoned up to the chin, and his
greasy hat thrust jauntily on one side of
his head, he reminded me more Of one
OF those needy actors, whose personal
appearance is so often stereotyped as Of
this fashion in the novels of the day.
Ny words naturally took the color of my
thoughts.
"Why, Mulrooney," said I, sis that
you? What are you playing now?"
"Faix, Mr.. Urbin," he replied, "it's
little ye'd be afther guessin' If ye thryed
ever SO much. Sure it's CRATE gintle-
man I am since I left sarvice an set I'D
for myself"
GA gentleman What sort of a gen
tleman, Peter ?"
"Mdsther Mulrooney, if ye phase. :"
said he, correcting my familiarity with
one of his droll looks. "Och, but it's
rare country this is, anyway! Beyant
the wather it was Pether here an Pether
there, till sorra q bit I know'd of any
other name but Pether. But here. the
conversation of the ladies an gintlemen
is illigant in the extrame, and the crate
politishuners, in their correspondence
wild me, write the beaudfullest letters.
shuperscribin' them, 'Misther Null
rooney, Esquire Fax it bates Ban
nagher, any how, an that's not sayin'
great deal"
81 am glad to hear you are getting
along in the world so famously."
"Aisey, sir, aisey. Lashins of attn
and dhrinkin' without any constitoo-
shunal objections. It's mighty little
work I have to do any way. 1 am
profishunal gintleman, Mr.. Urbin, an"
"Oh, Mister Mulrooney!
Arrah, sir, but it's thrue as the day
It's a politishuner I am, wild q CRATE
JANUS for fghtin'l Och but it's won
derful busy they kape me 'lecshun days
knockin' down the inimy."
(Which party do you call the inimy?"
''Sorra a bit I know" said Peter,
Struggling his shoulders then, casting
toward me one of his queer, side-long
looks, he added, "I'm thinkin', sir, tbs
the Patriotic party mesef does belong
to-"
"And so you get well paid, and well
fed for your services, do you?"
eff promises 'ud fatten man, I'd
be as big as the prize OK, that I
would. But sure they'll kape some of
them, I think and then it's to be
magisther I am, and dale out the law to
the vagabones. Och, It's a beautiful
business.
GA magistrate? Can you read and
write ?"
"Ayeh! What I'D I be good for if I
couldn't?" said Peter, evasively. "Sorra
bit it matthers it's sthrong mark [
make, and that's not aisy to rub out,
anyway"
"Talle my advice, Mulrooney, and go
to work. Ditch, dig cellars, break stones
upon road-do anything rather than
suffer yourself to be made the tool of de-
signing men, who viii use your services
SO long as they are beneficial to them,
and cast you off as soon as their ambi-
tious projects are achieved. Now, as
for living, it is very easy for you, being
q single man"
cts married that I am r" said Peter,
grooming.
Married !" T exclaimed, "and in
your circumstances? What folly!"
''Troth ye may say that, yer Honor"
said Peter, penitently. "But Misthress
Connolly was wildly. Och, but tbs the
desavingest craythurs they are all the
world over. Ayeh," he continued turn
ing toward me with look of half-humor-
GUS sorrow, 's'twas wild COW I druv to
market that time, Misther Urbin.''
"Was she countrywoman Of yours 2"
[ inquired.
''Does your Honor be thinkin' tbs an
Ameriky woman could chate me In that
wsy?" said Peter, Indignantly. "Sure,
'hsn't In the likes of them to do the
thrick."
"But how came this about, Peter :"
"Ayeh bad luck's soon tould. I
boorded wild her."
"And SO, Irishman-like, you must
needs fall in love with the landlady and
court her,"
cts mighty little love I had for big
Misthress Connolly, anyway. AS for
the coortin', tbs natheral failin' O. mine
to be spakih baft words to the faymales
of family: and sure it was nadeful
beside, to kape Misthress Connolly's
mind as aisy as an ould shoe while
owed her for my boord."
'Ard that is the way you came to be
married, is it?
" Ayeh. sir 'tis the sthraprest th;oo I