The Irish standard., 1886-06-26

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ing, the wind blew the skirts Of his
sporting frock about his ears, which
kept tapping SO RAPIDLY that ne could
hear nothing at oil. Come nearer" ne
repeated, s'come nearer; I'm here on the
middle of the road. -
'sHoagb! hoagh!'
ssTarnation to your 'Hoagh!' Haln't
ye got English enough to tell what's the
matter?"
''Hoagh!'
80, darn your gibberish sh-you're the
most confounded barb
"Hoagh! hoagh!"
ssrhat's it; go it again. BY thunder
he bellows like an OK.
'Alhoagh!''
| :'Weli, there By crackie, il you're
sick, it's not with the lung complaint, L
reckon, any how. But hold on-you
may have got into some ix-hold ON
I'll fnd you out, / guess
Weeks, actuated by compassion for
the sufferer, as we'll rs by the hope OF
gaining some information respecting his
whereab bouts, began to grope his way
towards his companion in distress. He
fancied be heard heavy groan, as OF
some one N his last agony, and stretch
| ing out both hands again, to feel i'll the
direction Of the sound, stumbled and
! fell forward. just as he had expected,
Weeks felt something warm and hairy
| under his open palms.
! at this moment. and just as he had
! inserted his right arm under the help
less creatures head, to raise him up, g
fash of lightning illumed for an instant
the person of the prostrate sufferer, and
revealed to the astonished eyes of Mr..
Weeks the face and form of a young
steer, quietly chewing his cua under the
shelter of & projecting rock.
"Beavens and earth, what's this, y he
exclaimed, gnatching his ann from
under the animals neck, and jumping
on The bank at a single bound. "Well,
there! it that ain5 the darndest sniggle--
I swonnie, if didn' t take the c1itter to be
drunken freshman shouting for help all
the time. O, Ireland; ii there's snch
another country i'll all universal space
weIl-if there be, I'll like to see-that's Is
all7'
"Not So fast, my fine fellow, not so
fast" shouted somebody III his ear,
:tyor've driven that baste far enough.
TIL take charge OF him now, it ye plaze,
and ye1self too, into the bargain.
'tDIe?'
':Ay. in troth, honey, just your very
self. You're the queens prisoner"
'sThe queen's hunabug--for what, I
should like to know?'
'sStealing that yearling."
"s'tea'ing! You don't say! ha, ha'''
II do say"
"you're mistaken, amt you?''
"Not in the Taste, my good man,
"Well, I kinder think you be-"
ssKinaer think. Exactly-that is one
of the tokens; you are a Yankee, it
seems
"We}l, [ always reckon so~-happened
to be born in New England, any how. -
Just so~--in Ducksyille.'
''In Ducksville!-why, how the rhun-
der came you to know that-eh?''
"Niver mind-I know more than that,
my fine fellow. / know you've stolen
three more Of this same stock from Ben
raven Mountain, within the last fort
night. and THIS one makes the fourth"
my dear man, said Weeks, ''let me
tell you again. this is great mistake
I'm private gentleman.
"Feth, may be SO. Hi]loa! come on
here, Tom Henley-come On with the
lantern;'' and as the latter came up,
the speaker raised the light TO the face
of his prisoner, and deliberately scanned
his person from head to foot. '.Let me
see-six foot in height, slender figure,
knook-kneed, long sandy hair, gray
frock and trousers, several gilt chains,
rings, brooches, etc. Very good-you
are just the person I've been searching
for these three nights past. Come, my
lad, you must trot to Mr.. Johnson's."
"Well, ia rather not cody replied
Weeks. II sorter think III! sleep at my
cousin 's, Mr.. Robert Hardwrinkle's.'
Mot till you see Mr.. Johnson first.
I'm his bailiff, and must do my duty.
Come, sir, no more palaverin about it. y
<sLook here!" exclaimed Weeks, as
the bailiff laid his hand on his shoulder,
s.look here-hold on minute--don't
you think you're carrying this joke
too far? I told you already I was Mr..
Hardwrinkle's cousin.''
ssWhat, of Crohan?''
'sYe-e-s."
"Just SO -precisely--that's another
token. you've been trying to pass for
the foreigner visiting there