The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1886-08-21
MARY LEE,
Or
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRAss. ESQ.
Author of ''Shandy Mcclure" ''Ihe Spa
wife, etc.
CHAPTER AVII.-(Continued.)

ing plAcG, lilo oWncE " tAl5 uooSo AAt'o
been quieted down by the captains
friends outside, and the captain himself
bad succeeded in leading Mr.. Weeks 70
the door, where his servants horse
awaited him to mount. As the latter,
ashamed and discounted, slowly adj
vanced ard looked up, he felt s'k.nder
uncomfortable" to use one OF his own
phrases, at seeing so many eyes fixec Oh
him. But the confusion lasted only
moment, for, like his countrymen, Mr..
Weeks recuperative powers We're always
at hand.
Ladies' and gentlemen, said the
captain, by way Of passing Introduction,
.>this is Mr.. Drake, OF Weeksville, Con-
necticut, United
ssMr. Weeks, if you please, ''-a1ld the
speaker drew forth a card from his SILL
yer case, and presented it respectfully to
his friend. MY name, sir, you will
perceive, is Weeks-Ephriam c. Is.
Weeks. Ducksyille, Connecticut, United
States
Just 60, MI. Weeks. Excuse me,
my dear fellow, I'm the most confonnd~
ed bl1nlesa2 imaginable. Hang it, In
aiways Numbering about that name
some how. and can't tell how it hap
pens.
<tNever mind the name, Mr.. Weeks. "
said one Of the ladies On horseback;
ssp1o,nt this horse here and come with
us to Castle Gregory and the speaker
touching the spirited animal she rode on
the flank with her riding whip, broke
through the crowd, and Eranoing mp to
the door, stretched ont her hand 10 the
American; e'come, cir; I've been long
wishing to see you, and now you and l
n1ust ride together and have chat in
advance Of the party
stWho is she, captain?' whispered
Weeks. after he had touched she lad US
hand.
'tThat lis my sister - Kate Peter
sham.''
"You don't say.''
Never saw her before, L presume.
ssNo--oiten heard OF her, though
Kinder smart, amt she?'
eyes sornetimes-when she takes a
notion
;sshe looks sorter spry:-riiles well, I
guess
. eyes; does pretty fair at q fox hunt.
Like to cross a ditch with her. ell? You
can have any of my horses you please.
tsNo, I thank you; should sather not
at present That's q pretty piece Of
horse size rides--aln't it?'
eyes, sir; tl1at's the best mare OF her
inches in the province OF Ulster. will
back her against any thing Of her age
and weight in ireland, for thousand. ,
'sShou}tl like to owl the crittee,'
Giant SIT, Kate would as soon part
witt her eight hand as part with Mol
Pitcher See now see. dances. the wild
creature-shes mad to get off. ("
"What aetains you, Mr.. Weeks? cried
Kate.
EXCUSE nae, madam, for a moment;
III be with yo1, presently
Make haste, them" urged the cap
tain; 1.-The lady will feel quite offended
If you keep her waiting
'Here, my good woman said Weeks,
taking a couple OF sovereigns from his
purse, and handing them to the farmers
wife; ''here, take these, and replenish
your shelves.
You seem to be i'll great hurry TO
repair the DAMAGE" observed the cap
tain.
well, I guess it's Just as well-ain t
it?''
s'ro- morrow had been time enough .
Tomorrow. By lingo, [ shouldn't
wonder Il that crazy coon, her husband,
had my life before half the time. These
countrymen Of ours, captain, AMT to
be trusted. >
..Ha, ha! see you re not acquainted
yet with the disposition Of the Irish"
Saint J. though? Well, I rather guess
I am some, BY crackie, if I amt for
my short time amongst them, I don't
know who is, Say, my good woman,
hain't yot hat I could have for day
or SO? Fly round and see if you can find
one
"Mr. Weeks. Mr.. Weeks cried Kate
again--"here 1 am waiting for you oil
bhis time, and Mol Pitche, SO FESTIVE
that Gun hardly manage her. +5
Never 1nild the hat said the oap-
tain, dragging Weeks by the arm
'snever mind it now; We'll pick up your
own on the road''
''Hola on o second hurry up, my
good woman; let me have something to
cover my head. Hilloa! what is that?"
he demanded, as she handed him rab-
bit-sin cap. stWhat the thunder is
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