Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-08-12

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| therin' big blade, that an uncle o. mine.
| that was gardener at the Lords made
Paddy prisint av and more by token, it
| was not the first mischief that knife done,
for it cut love between thin, that was the
best Of friends before and cure twas the
wondher of every one, that two knowledg-
able men, that ought to know better, wonld
do the likes, and give and take sharp steel
in friendship but I'm forgettiB'-well, he
outs with his knife, and what does he do,
but he cut off the legs av the corps and,
says he, l can take aft the boots at my
convenience : and troth it was, as / said
before, dirty turn.
Well, sir, he tuck'd up the legs under
his arm, and at that mint the moon
peeped out from behind a cloud Oh lie
It there you are 2 says he TO the moon, for
he was an impident ehap-aDd thin, SEEM
that he had made mistake, and that the
moonlight deceived him, and that it wasn't
| the airly dawn, as he conceived and bsin'
friken'd for fear himself might be cotched
aud trsted like the poor corps he was
sfther mutilating, if he was found walk
ing in the country at that time-by
gar, he turned about, and walked back
agin TO the COW house, and, hidin' the
oorps's legs in the straw, Paddy wint
TO sleep agin. But what do you
think tie divil long Paddy was there
antil the sojers KEN in airnest, and, by the
powers, they carried off Paddy-and faith
it was only saryin' him right for what he
done to the poor corps.
Well, whin the morning KEN, my father
says to me, Go, Shamus. says he, to the
shed, and bid poor Paddy come in, and
take share O the pratees, for l 20 bail he's
ready for his breakquest by this, anyhow. >
Well, out | wint to the COW. house, and
cailen ont 'Paddyf and afther calm
three or four times, and gettin' no answer,
! whit IN, and called agin, and divil an
answer l got still. Blood an. ayers Z says
l, Paddy, where are you, at all, at all 3
and 80 castin' my eyes about the shed,
seen two feet sticking out from undher the
hspe o sthraw-' Musha thin says I,
bad luck to you, Paddy, but you're fond
of warm corner, and maybe you haven't
| made yourself as snug as q fay in a
blanketl But FL disturb your dhrames,
Tn thinkin, says I, and with that l laid
hould of his heels las / thought, God help
mel and givin' good pull to waken him,
as intindid, away whit, head over heels,
and my brains was a'nuss knocked out
| agln the wall.
Well, whin I recovered myself, there
was, an the broad o my back, and two
things stickin' out o my hands, like a
pair o Husshian's horse pistils-and I
thought the sight id lave my eyes, whin
l seen they were two mortal legs. My
| jewI, threw them down like a hot
pratee, audjumpin' up, roared out militia
murther. On, you mnrtherin' villain, says
4 IL, L., Cd Al n
unnatural haste, says /, you've ate poor
Paddy, you theivin' cannabie, you're worse
than q neyger,' says and bad luck to
you, how dainty yeu are, that nothin' i'd
serve you for you supper out the best piper
in Ireland? WeirGsthyu! sosiraStkru
whatn the whole country say to such an
unnatural murther? and you, leokin' as
| innocent there as lamb, aud eating your
hay, as quite as if nothin' happened. ;
With that, l ran out, for throth / didn't
like to be near her; and goin' into. the
house, tould them sll about it.
ArrAh be aisy,' saws my father. Bad
luck to the lie | tell YOU says I. Is il
ate, Paddyg says they. 'Divil doubt of
it, says |. Are you sure, Shamus !? says
my mother. : / wish | was as sure of a
new pair of brogues, says ]. Bad luck
| " ZIG bis las tC4t ~ Uub MS Two
legs And do you tell me she ate the
pipes, too ? says my father. By gor, I
blieve so, says /. oh, the divil fly away
wild her, says he, what cruel taste she
has for music 2 sArrah, says my mother,
don't be cursing the COW that gives the
milk to the childher.' 'Yis, l will ssys
my father; why shouldn't curse stitch Al
unnatural haste? You oughtn't to curse
any livin' that's undher your roof says my
mother. BY my sowl, thin says my
father, she shan't be undher my roof any
more; for I'll sind her to the fair this min.
it. says he, and sell her for whatever
she'll bring. Go aft, says he, Shamus, the
mint you've ate your breakquest, and
dhrfye her to the fair 'Throth, / don't
like to dhrive her, says /. 'Arrah, don't
be maxim gommaeh OF yourself gays
he. Faith, don't, says /. We'll, like
or no like, says he, you must dhrive her
Sure, father, says /, you could take
more care of her yourself That's mighty
good, says he, to keep dog aud bark
myself ) aud faith / reelected the sayin'
from that hour; let me have no more
words about it, says he, but be aft wild
you
So aft whit, aud it's no lie I'm telIin',
whin | say it was sore agin my viii had
anything TO do with stitch villain of a
haste. But, howsomever, l cut brave
long waffle, that / might dhrive the man.
ather iv thief, as size was, without bein'
near her at all, at all.
Well, away we whit along the road. and
mighty throDg it WIZ wild the boys and the
girls, and, in short. all sorts, rich and poor,
high and low, crowdin' to the fam.
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save you, kindly says I. That's fine
haste you're dhrivin', says he. .Throth,
she is, says /; though God knows it whit
J likes of her. It's to the fair you're goin',
/ suppose says he, with the haste ? (He
was snug-lookln' farmer, ridin' a purity
little gray hack Faith. thin, you're right
enough, says /, 'it's to the fair I'm goin'.
What do you expec' for her. says he.
Faith, thin, myself doesn't know saws
land that was thrue enough, yen see,
bekase / was bewildered like, about the
haste, intirely. That's auare way to be
goin' to market, says be, and not to know
what you expec' for your haste. Och,
says mot ikin' to let him SUSPECT there
was anything wrong wild her och,' says
/, in a careless sort OF a way, sure no one
, can tell what haste IL bring, antil they
come to the fair says /, and see VIVA,
, price is going Indeed, that's nsth'rsl
enough. says he. But if you wor bid a
fair price before you come to the fair, sure
, you might as well take it, says he.
oh. I've no objection in life,' says I.
Well thin, what will you ak for her p says
he. Why thin, wouldn't like to be on.
rsysonrble, says l flor TIE thruth was, you
know, wanted to get rid iv her), and sc
III take four pounds for her, says /, and
no less No less 2 says he why sure,
that's chspe enough, says l. 'Throth it
is Gays he; and I'm thinkin' its too
chape it is, says he; for if there wasn't
, somethin' the matther, it's not for that
; you'd be selling the fine mich COW, as she
is, to all appearance. Indeed, thin, GAYS
/, upon nay conscience she is fine mich
cow Maybe, says he, 'she's gone of
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