Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-06-10

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AS / came from the depot one af
ternoon, having been away a couple
of days, | stopped on my way home
at Barry's to leave him some Dublin
papers | had picked up, and was 9
little surprised to hear that the old
man had passed quietly away during
the night. The scamp OF sailor was
there in full possession, having de
ceived old Barry and his friends by
working little distance from the
city, awaiting the then transpired
event. He was making great dis.
play of grief, and thanked me in a
maudlin way for calling. As I was
leaving an old crone whispered to
me that Katie had been at my house
tor some time waiting to see me.
Walking thither, near the corner oil
the street / was accosted by voice,
and looking M was startled by the
figure that stood by me. 1t was a
close fac smile of hale Barry Quin,
though much younger, as he APP
peared when arrayed on Sunday,
but there was force of character in
the face before me that the oyster
mans lacked.
is it hereabouts, sur, where Barry
Quin lives, askin' pardon for troub.
lin your said the man, in a pleasant
manner.
yes; that is, he did, poor man.
where's he gone, sur :? seem Pm
his brother Dan'l from the ovid
country an a stranger to these
parts
Daniel said |, slowly, you have
heard, no doubt, and if not, I'm sor-
ry to tell you, that your brother has
been i'll and getting worse for some
time, and
4 can see, sur, that pore Barry's
dead-pore, pore man. His head
dropped forward upon his broad
breast, and his eyes suffused with
struggling tears as he crossed his
hands over the top of his thick walk
ing stick, leaning heavily upon it.
I'D give a hundred pounds to have
come to the answerin' o. pore Barry's
ietther to once
yes, it is sad for me to admit that
your brother is dead ; but you know,
dare say, that his son returned q
year ago; and he is now with the
remains said l, trying to put the
best construction on the facts that
was possible, hoping to comfort the
honest fellow with the idea that his
brother had not died alone, and not
seeing how | could then we'll bring
in Katie's name. But my words
had a totally different effect from
what | had anticipated.
'Where dye say that sailor hayten
is?' roared he in such an abrupt and
loud voice of passion that I jumped
back a step from him, and grasping
his stick in determined manner,
Place, sur, show me to him.
First, Mr.. Quin,' said l persua-
sively, you will of course promise
me when point out the house, from
which | have just come, that you will
do nothing rssh-allow me to carry
your stick, a real hawthorn, see.
He at once committed it into my
hands, saying, i give me word, an |
take it,sur, yes been koind to Barry,
so kape the stick
When we entered the house, then
part filled with GUMS friends, every
face blanched as they caught sight
of Daniel some edged to the door.
and others crossed themselves, una
BILE to move. The sailor made a dive
for an open window, but only sue
ceeded in doubling up burly fellow
who happened to move just in the
way with doubtless the idea of beat
ing retreat that way himself.
I'm Danl Quin, said the supposed
ghost, to everyone's relief except the
sailors, who, muttering that he must
look for linirnent for his bruise, went
out Of the room into another, sDan'l
Quin, from the ovid country, an the
brother o. pore dead Barry, rest his
sowl! | take your comm koindly,
God knows, an you's all welcome
but that haythen sailor bye, whoever
he is looking inquiringly around.
! Here several ofthe nourners glanced
at me as if they concluded / had ex-
posed all the old mans troubles, and
one gave voice in reproachtul tone:
ooh, Barry, Barry, yes a sore trial
to yore pore ovid father, but Misther
Dan'l, he reprints on it intirely, intire-
ly.'
Father, father ? save the mark
Whist ye not the divils his father,
but Barry Quin niver was married !;
niver-had-a son, as thrue as God
punished his DECEPTION. Five years
back Barry made his will, LAWN his
fortune to me, his brother Dan'l. He
STINT me the will three months back
an wrote what a desavin' man he'd
been how he thought it all mighty
foine TO talk o. a son goin' to the war
an niyer come back, for it made the
money roll in ; an how all the ladies
an gintlemen took an interest in him
o. count O. it, an would buy O. no
one else. But said Barry, 'I'll re-
pint O. me DECEPTION to me dyin' day,
for what comes long, sure, but sail.
or chap, to say he's me son that run
to sea--all the iies that | told
straight as print. | dare not say no
for the shame o. me, as he knows an
says, an he's murtherin' me by inch
es. Come an save me, Dan'l, for the
love o. heaven
Several persons went to look for
the sailor but he had slipped out OF
the house without his coat, and es-
Gaping from the city was never again
seen in Renton. In his coat a pass
book was found that had been used
as as sort of queer Journal by one
Hugh Mckee. Among the brief and
pithy earlier entries was oae stating
that he had tina. day seen Barry
| Quin who once kept an oyster stand
in Baltimore. Mr.. Mckee gleefully
recorded that he had not been recog-
nized with his whiskers, and that old
Barry had told a wonderful tale of
his son but the old fool never had
son. wrote the truthful Mckee.
The idea of taking advantage of the
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