The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-07-04
MURPHY's REMARKABLE CURE
New York Sun.1

New York Sun.
 Have ye amy bones, Mrs. Doolan p said Mickey Finn, lingering his rimless hat.
 "Bones, is it, Mickey; mebby it's fish bones yer wantin' ?" was the reply.
 Av ye phase, ma'am, it's mate bones l do be wantin' to sell thim, so can buy some tin-cint shootin' crackers"
 A few minutes later Mickey ran out to the wagon with hatful of assorted bones, portion of which had done duty in the shank of Texas steer, and later had as- sisted the survival of several Doolans, big and little. The wagon into which Mickey dumped the bones was evidently intended more for use than ornament. It was drawn by two goats, driven tandem. The leader was a patriarchal billy, with a lurking devil in his eyes, and a long gray beard, which Mickey celebrated oc- casionally in verse of that descriptive song:
 There wuz goat in our back yard,
 He wuz wan o' thim gray old friskers,
 An whin he luked up al the moon,
 Tn wind blowed through his whiskers
 Zzz z-zz-z.
 The last line is an attempt to give vo- cal expression to the sound made by the wind as 1t blew through the whiskers.
 The weak-looking nanny between the shafts uttered plaintive protest as the awkward shafts gave her an occasional dig in the ribs. Various attempts by the boys to catch on behind were frustrated by Mickey's partner in the bone business, Jack Doolan, and the wagon wabbled merrily along until Patsy Coogan's dog attacked the billy goat. The mad rushes of the goat kept Mickey in constant fear lest he should not maintain his eouili. b.;um. Finally the dog was tired out, and the wagon wabbled across the bridge which separates Cooney Island from the railroad track and Grants saloon. The journey to the junk store progressed un- interruptedly now, except that the billy, whose blood was up, showed very un- reasonable inclination to rear, ar.horse fashion, to the discontinue of the driver and the rope harness. At last the load of bones was borne safely to the junk store, and disposed of for a silver half dollar.
 What possibilities of unutterable han. piness lay in that coin can only be ade- quately conceived by boy of ten.
 The fine ten-cent shootin' crackers D looked to the sparkling eyes of the boys, as they stood on the storekeeper's show case, like file of British soldiers on dress parade.
 A wide beam of warning light shot out ot Rondout lighthouse upon the Hudson river. Black shadows stole up the rugged heart of Snake Hill, Rondout's barome- ter. Along the dusty Point road sheen bell tinkled, aud Michael Flnn, ST., en- tered his shanty and set his dinner. pail behind the stove.
 After supper the parental Films had a discussion as to the means of obtaining funds by which the longed-for shooting. crackers could be procured for Mickey There were sundry incidental expenses to be met, which were duly recorded on the leaves of Mrs. Finn's memory, and the margin for shooting-crackers as- sumed very small proportions as she read them of to her husband.
 There's four dollars at Brady's for groceries, an' thirty shillin's yer owin him since last winther. Four an wan are hve, an two are sivin-sivinty-6ve that's $7.75. An the b'y's shoes-iaix heN no, go to mass wid the toes stickin' out O him-that's tin shillin's more, aisy ye1l not git thim wan cint less. An there's grains for the pig-that's two shillin' an 'backy for yerself. An, what's the use in taikin'! ye'll have no money for shootin' crackers.n
 The chairman of the ways and means committee looked sorrowfully into the bright fire. He had about concluded that life is but deeting show, when the deor of the shanty opened and admitted the stout form of Mrs. Murphy. There was an air of importance about Mrs. Murphy. She carried mysterious par eel under her shawl and awakened the curiosity of the Films by the chre with which she keptit concealed. Even when she accepted the pipe which Mike gave her she covered the parcel deftly with her shawl, and laid them both upon the ta-