The Irish standard., 1886-07-03
MARY LEE,
the YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRASS, ESQ,
Author of ''shandy McGuire," ''The sp@-
Wife," etc.
CHAPTER XI.-Continued.

smut up, you lying rascal, snou@o
Weeks, gesticulating at his Innocent
looking torn1entor; '<shut up, you un-
principled scamp; you know in your
soul who I ami you have soul
but you n't,-dang the one you
hayel"
so, my poor man, ~ responded Lalty;
show hardened sinner you mast be
TO pass yourself off for the good, !nno-
cent, modest gentleman that's now ly~
ing sound asleep in his yartuous bed!'>
Ianty's cool impudencs at last so pro
yoked the Yankee that he could hardly
restrain himself. Once or twice, in
deed, he hitched up his shoulders and
el,owed symptoms of battle; but his re-
sentiment as often cooled down again
without further mischief
"Toull get comfortable quarters, said
Lant;.;;, "uever fear; but av coorse you'll
take dhoch in <lhorris (s5irrup cup) with
ua, afore you go, TO the health Of the
new married couple"
."What's that?"
''Why, something to warm We, after
the cowla rain.''
''Don't drink, F" said Weeks.
ssNonyense.''
''Ro, eiz, I'm Washing5onian. y
GA what"
s'A Son OF Temperance.
"Pshaugh--a son Of bctberation. I'm
ashamed Of ye. Hilloa there! Hudy
Branagan, bring in the bottle.
''You may bring in hogshead, " said
Weeks; 81 shan't taste it,
''And you III that condition! Why,
tie heavens be about TIA; dye name to
pzzt haad in yer own life?''
'tNoce Of your confounded business.
/ shan't drink your darued liquor-that's
ALL
swell. yell die if ye don't-and
that'fi be burnin disgrace to the coun~
thry, if ye were even as great thief as
James Frenzy hinseK, Hoot, man,
vhat'a yer people say OF if We let ye
die here in ould Irelnnd for want of a.
glass Of stout potheen? Here, take
this, and swallow it, like Il sensible
xns1.'
<sA.way with it," cried Weeks.
BE aisy, avourneen, be aisy'''
"Take it away, or by thunder I'll
break your bottle and glass in pieces;'
and making plunge, he attempted TO
force passage through the crowd, but
was again driven back into the centre Of
the group.
s.Let me out,'' he shouted, now con1-
pletely excited; 'let me out. ye beggar~
~ Irish vixnain. I despise your liquor,
and your country to boot. [ spit
upon you and your nation, for you're
both as mean as dirt.''
s'Ha, 12a! there now,' cried Lanty,.
laughing, with the bottle and glass III
his hands," there now, that's more OF
yer New England friendship. But
niver mind, if We were a Yankee fifty
times over, we won't thrate ye the worse
for that. Gene, take this drop you'll
be the betkler OF st.
"IIet me out.''
''Whisht. man; yure it's I'll for your
own good Arraia, don't refuse to drink
to the bride and groom. Its as
much as yer life's wort1, to refuse it.
Take it, it'll warm ye~-taste it, any
vay---it's the deuce l. the harley--it is
the rale ould Innishowen," broke out
from several voices, each raising higher
than the other, till poor Weeks knew
not what TO say. nor what side to turn
TO. Still he obstinately refused to touch
the beverage.
We'll boys" said Lanty, at last,
stake bold of him, and lay him down,
since nothing else will save him. What
somiver the crathyur is, We're Christians
sure, any way. and can't let him die fur
want Of q thrihe OF medicine. It is
liberty we take. my good man, to be
sure. and still it's betther DO that, than
have yer death Oh our sowls, the lor be-
tween IFS an barm.'
ssThe sorrah take him; the spalpeen,'
said one of the bystanders; "isn't lle
nice about it? ye'd think it was physic
he was goin to swallow
''Begorra, niver heera the like of
it,
'sIt's bad sign to see him refuse the
liquor, any way"
.'Inaeed, then, Andy, it's the truth
ye're tellin; SO it is; for in truth It's not
much depindince liver had in the man
d refuse glass in dacency."
80, there's bad dhrop in him; ye
may take yer oath iv that; but look at
Lanty, Ned, just luck at his face,-as|.
sober AS ii it was cut on a tombstone.
Did ye liver see such born devil in all
yer iife?"
t'Well, Lanty had it in for him, any
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