The Irish standard., 1886-07-24
"Quite sure-and what is your


"My name-my names Natty.''
''Natty what!''
.'Natty Nelson
/ ''And where's your father?''
''My tather-my father-well, let me
see, my father-where's my father?''
ssWhere does he live?''
''Who?'
'sYour father
.'Sambo, Sa1nbo, whisper; don't be
afraid; he shan't fog you.'
''Who shan't fog me?'
"Father-old Danger, you know. So
take me back to old Vlrginny-take me
back, mother calls me. Listen, amt
that the wash of the old Patomac against
the ships side?'
"Hush! don't speak so much, Natty-
tell me, Natty.''
SAY, ay, sir, by the mark-seven-
send all hands aloft-take in sail"
''Else, finding it now impossible to
draw any further information from the
boy, took small vial from her pocket,
and pouring few drops Of the contents
into a spoon, gave it to her patient.
''There,' she nuttered, "that'll make
you sleep for the next hour: and when ye
waken, If yer senses haven't come back,
I'll try some other names to rache the
sacret." Then drawing out her stock
ing. she sat down on low stool by the
bedside, and commenced her knitting
"This is a very pretty piece OF paper
indeed,' said Kate, looking at the adj
dress as she entered the parlor.
"To her ladyship, Miss Petersham, :"
"Good, SO far; now for the inside. Eth!
what in the name of all the fairies is
this? 'Lanty Hanlon is my name, ,and Ire
land is my nashin, Donegal is my dwill-
i'll plas, and heaven is my xpectashin. ,
His expectation, the VILLAIN! Ha, ha! it
heaven were full of angels like him. ia
rather be excused from joining the COM
p<sny. It must be the fly leaf of the fell
lows prayer book. But hold, here's
| something ON the other side.'
"Thia ie to let you no, that''--here
Kate suddenly dropped dropped her
voice, and read over the remainder i'll
silence Randall Barry lies woondid
and a prisner in fanny Barrics, i'll
meet yer ]adyship this evening at the
e,astil about dusk, behint the ouid boat
house, no more at presint
| but remanes your abaident to command
LAsry HAN1oN.''
"Anything amjss?'' inquired Mary,
as Kate finished the reading of the pre-
cious document" you look alarmed
ALARMED! {? @, no, it's nothing
particular.
t*Lanty's full OF mischief been play
ing you some trick, perhaps
'Lanty! no, no-it's q mere tziAe; /
must get home, however, rs soon as pos
sible. Please ring for Roger-I want
him to call the cockswain."
AS Mary turned to ring the bell,
Roger made his appearance at the door,
carrying the old silver salver, and
awaiting the command Of his young mis-
iress to enter.
sCome in Roger; what have you got
there?" said Kate.
''A little refreshn1ent, please, madam.
Mr.. Lee sends his compliments to Miss
Petershnnl. ~
els he at home2'
''No, madam: he wert out in the Ara
heera few minutes ago, and gave or
ders TO have cake and wine sent in be-
fore he left
<What kind Of wine is it, Roger?" in
quired Kate, smiling over at Mary as
she put the question.
'sAhem! what kind, madam? why,
it's q 49, it's Il very delaceous currant
Wine very pure and delicate" I"
''Indeed!'
''And just twenty-five years old next
Christmas. No, I make mistake there
hem! - twenty-four years next Christ
mas - ahem! just twenty-four years
exactly"
90, it don't matter" said Kate, laugh
ing; "a year. you know, is nothing
"It's the wine Lady Templeton ust to
like 30 much when she visited the castle,
if you remember" observed Roger, bow
ing to his mistress.
"Currant wines but sorry beverage
ct best, Roger said Kate, mischie~
vously.
"Well, perhaps, ladies you would pre-
fer champagne or sherry?'
30, no; no, Roger, don't trouble
YOURSELF
mo trouble in life, ma'am; only just
say so, and I'll be happy to serve them.
But if you try this here, you'll find it
delaceous.
every we'll; we must taste it on your
recommendation; and now, Roger, send
nv men ahoar1-wa must leave in.