Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-03-08
HERES OF GLBNMAHOWLkY.

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mahowley.
Glenmahowley attained any Importance
which it possessed by being the center of
an enormous area of peat cuttings and bog
land which stretched away with exasper.
ating monotony to the horizon, unbroken
by the slightest irregularity. In one place
only, along the Monatsinon road, there
was a single belt of thick woods, whose
luxuriance only served to aggravate the
hopeless waste around them. The village
itself consisted of long struggling line of
matched cottages, each with an open door,
through which entered bare.legged chill.
dren, gaunt pigs, cocks and hens, ragged
locking, short-piped men and slatternly
women. Bob E lott seemed rather to ad-
mire the aborigines. No doubt it tickled
his vanity to hear admiring EXPLANATIONS
rs he went down the street such as LOOK
at him now; look at the illigsnt tut on
him % or, ooh, then, an isn't he a beauti-
full gintleman entoirely!" But don't care
for these things. Besides, though far more
handsome than Bob, my beauty is of an
intellectual type, and is lost upon these
ssyages. My nose is pronounced, my COM
plexion pallid, and my head denotes con-
siderable brain power. There's no harm
in the crayter !" was the least offensive of
the opinions which these idiots expressed
of me.
We had been located in this barbarous
place about a week. Bob and | were Sec
-ond cousins, and distant mutual relation
whom neither of US had seen had be-
uueathed US each small property in the
West. The clearing up of business attend
ant on this, and the necessity of consulting
with the old lady's pragmatical country
attorney, had kept US for a week in the
Shamrock Arms, and promised to keep us
for at least another one in that unenvlable
retreat if we could survive the tedium OF
our existence 30 long
"What can we do?" grosned Bob again.
Where's Pendleton Let's get Pendle.
ton up and take rise out of him" sug.
gested with fickering attempt at vivaci.
ty. Pendleton was our fellow-lodger at
the inn-a quiet young fellow of artistic
proclivities, with a weakness for solitary
rambles and seclusion. All our attempts to
pump him had failed as yet to elicit any
explanation of the object and aims which
had led him to Glenmahowley, unless it
were that its bleak morasses harmonized
with his misanthropic turn of mind.
cts no use, said my companion. "He's
as dismal as a tombstone and as shy as
girl. never saw such fellow. | wanted
him to come with me this morning when
you were writing your letter and to aid
and abet me in a little mild chaff with the
two girls at the draper's-you need hep
against these Irish girls, you know-but he
flushed up quite red and wouldn't hear of
such thing"
"No, he is hardly cut out for lady
killer" l remarked, adjusting my necktie
before the fy-blown mirror and prscticing
g certain expression which | have found
extremely effective with the weaker sex
q sort OF Lara-hke piraticsl cock OF the eye
which gives the impression of hidden griefs
and soul which spurns the commonplaces
of existence. perhaps he will come in,
though, and play dummy whist a"
mo, he never touches cards.
" Milksop !" l calculated. "Well send
for the landlord, Bob, and ask him If there
is nothing we can see or do"
This was recognized to be the most ra-
tional proceeding under the circumstances,
and messenger was dispatched in hot
haste to summon Dennis O'keefe, the
worthy host. Let me remark, while he is
shutting up stairs in his slipshod carpet
slippers, that l am the mortal known as
John Vereker, barrister. at law, popularity
SuppOb6u W DC q Il5lLS luahp VIC
exact distance that l have risen during
the four years that l have been in practice
Is not calculated to turn my brain. Several
nice little actions have, however, during
that time been taken against me in County
Courts and otherwise, so that have put
the machinery of the law into motion,
though my personal profit in the matter
must be acknowledged to have been some
what remote.
O'Keefe was fine specimen of the abo.
rigiual Celt - freckle-faced and rough
haired, with shrewd gray eyes and deep
rich Milesian voice. Good morrow to
We, gintlemen, he began as he entered, his
large fat feet and uneouth gait giving
him a sort of plantigrade appearance.
"What would your honors be afther to-
day %
1.-THE very thing we wanted to ask you,
OKeefe said Bob. " What in the world
are we to do: Can't you suggest any
thing?'
There's the church, remarked O'Keefe,
scratching his red hair in perplexity.
"'Tis a foine building, There was a gin.
tleman came here the year before last
lust for to look at it. Maybe your hon.
ors"-
Hang the church :" roared Bob, with as
much venemence as a Radical advocate for
Disestablishment eve were there five
times last week-in fact every day except
Sunday. Try again, old Pict and Scot"
Oar host, who was serenely Indifferent
to the many unintelhgible epithets applied
to him by Bob's exuberant fancy, pondered
once more over the problem. There's
the hole in the bog, he suggested with
difhdence Inc same where the boys
threw Mr. Lyons, of Glenmorris-bad scran
to him ,-afther they shot him. Maybe
you'd loike to see where they found him
wild his head in the mud an his feet stickin'
up. All, it was a glad soight, SORTS, for tie
pisAntry that had worked and slaved-the
craturs- and then for him to step in wild
dirty foive and twinty per cint reduction
in the rint and serve notices on them as
wouldn't pay. Sure you could take your
food-or a gossoon would carry it-and
picnic by the hole"
"The prospect is alluring, | remarked,
"but there seems to me to be too much
chance of the inoffensive tillers of the soil
taking fancy to plant a couple more Sax.
ons upside down in the bog hole. l mega
tive that suggestion"
What are those trees to the eastward"
asked Bob. "Surely there is something to
be seen down there.
dts proivate. It's the Clairmont fam.
ly's ground, an you'd be shot as loike as
not if you so much as put your nose over
the wall.
Pleasant land this, Jack, remarked my
companion ruefully. 81 almost wish old
O'Quibble would 1nearth codicil leaving
the place to SOMEBODY else.
All, sure you can't judge OF the coun-
thry now while it's quoiet, said our host.
wait till the throubles come round agin
next year maybe, or the year afther. It's
LOVELY land when the bhoysi Is out-sorra
taste Of scenery would you think about (;
and being landlords yourselves by that
tonne you'd see the cream of the divar-
sion."