The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-10-04
81 cooked it for you myself."

GOD bless your honor for your con.
descinsion."
"You are to eat the dinner frat, and
then just tell me what the meat is' and
the parcel of land is yours on easy
terms"
Pntrick's confidence rose. "Sure
thin, it is q fair bargain" said he,
The dishes were uncovered, There
were vegetables cooked most deiiciously.
INC meat was chcf-d'0uvre; n sort of
ilch Ii'Sout done to turn, and so fra
9ra'lt that the very odor made the mouth
water.
Patrick seated himself, and helped
himself, and took q moutbful. thot
mouthful had double effect He rcai.
lied in one and the same moment that
this was more heavenly compound than
he had ever expected to tasteupon earth,
| and thai he could not and never should
divine what bird OF beast ho was eating.
He looked for tho bones; there were
mono. lie yielded himself to desperate
enjoyment. When he had nearly cleaned
the plato he said that even the best
cooked meat was mono the worse for
quart of good ale to wash it down.
Sir Henry Steele rang bell and Or
Tered a quart Of ale.
Patrick enjoyed this too, and did not
hurry; he felt it was his last dinner in
that house, rs well rs his first
The gentlemen watched him and gave
him time. But at last Ormsby said
"Wcll, Patrick"
Now Patrick, whilst he slipped, had
nccn asking himself what line he had
better take; and he had come to q con-
cluslon creditable to that sagacity and
knowledge of human nature he really
possessed and underratcd accordingly.
He would compliment tho gentlemen on
their superior wisdom, and own he could
not throw dust i'll such eyes as theirs:
then he would beg them not to make his
humble neighbors as wise as they were;
but let him still pass for wise man in
the parish, whilst they laughed in their
superior sleeves. To carry out this he
impregnated his brazcn features with n
world of comic humility.
"And," said he, in caioling accents,
'ah, your honors, the old fox made
many turn, but tho dogs were too
many for him at last"
What more of self-dcpreciation and ca
lolery he would have added is not known
for Sir Henry Steele broke in loudly.
Good heavens Well, he is an extra.
ordinary man. 1t was an old dog-fox
| cooked for him."
"Didn't 1 tell YOU" cried Ormsbv
delighted at the success of his country.
man.
"Well, sir" said Sir Henry, whose
emotions seldom lasted long, "a bargains
n bargain. | ist you the orchard and
field for-let me see-you must bring me
stoat, n weasel, and polecat every
year. l mean to get up the game"
Mr.. . Rafferty, first stared stupidly,
then winked cunningly, then b-;Gndly
absorbed laudation and land; then
retired invoking solemn blessings;
then. being outside: executed fan.
Tango, and went home on wings; from
that hour the village could not hold
him. His speech was of accumulating
farms on peppercorn rents, till slice of
of the country should be his To hear
him, he could see through a deal board.
and luck was his monopoly. He began
to be cnvicd, and was Oh the way to he
hated. when, confiding in his star, he
married Norah Blake, beautiful girl,
hut most notorious vixen.
Then the mlucly ones forgave him a
great deal for sure wouldn't Norah re-
vcnge them? Alas the traitress fell in
love with her husband after marriage,
and let him mold her into sort OF
angelic duck.
This was the climax. SO Paddy Luck
is now numbered among the lasting in.
Stitutions of old Ireland Cf any,.
May he live till the skirts Of his coat
knock his brains out, and him dancing
IN Irish fling to "the wind that shakes
the harley !-Harper's Magazine.