The Irish standard., 1886-07-17
MARY LEE,.
Or
THE YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRASS. ESQ.
Author of "shandy MCGUIRE" ''Thc spse-
wife" etc.
CHAPTER XII.-(Continaed. }


him as comfortable as possible under
hay and blankets, till a carriage could
be sent next morning to convey blm tc
Greenmount. if il should so happen thai
no accommodation could be lad for him
at Castle Gregory. Lanty waited pa
tiently till the half hour was up, expect.
by that time to see some Of the castle
servants coming down to relieve him
But when the half hour passed and no one
came, he began to feel somewhat uneasy
st the prospect Of being obliged to sit
mp all night with SO unsociable com
panion. Tho next half hour passed
away also, and no one came. Lanty
went to the door to listen-but all in
vain---not sound could he hear, but
the occasional screech of the peacock
,5erctled ON the OLD sun dial.
"Begorra, he muttered to himself, at
last. scratching his head and returning
to his weary post, "begorra, it's q
mighty Agreeable okkipation, sittin here
ell alone, nurse-tendin a ablackamoor, III
not a sovl within call OF me. I'd like to
know what Mary Kelly will say when
I'm not there to take her up to Ned
Cal}ahan's christenin. I'm sayin, Mr..
Blackanloor," he continued, turning to
Tie negro, who now lay motionless On
the fiat of his back, s'I'm sayin, ye'd do
me mighty great favor, If yed let ne
off till daybrealz. I've some weighty
business on my hands,
':Berry sick, massa," responded the
nrgro.
$50, Z don't dispute that in the least.
But there's no fearo Of you ayin till morn
In, any how
s'Berny bad, massa; berry sick; no
tink nc live
go, musha, bad luck to the fear Of ye,
my augenach; yer more frightened than
hurt. .......
s'Me no feel toes--nonc at all.'
20 botheration to yer toes--I'm not
going to stay here all night nursin them,
witho1t,;ts much rs drop i drink, or
even a draw OF the wipe to warm me.
So start, my darlin; Ill carry ye to the
castle"
''You kill me, nassa.' y
s'Dang the fear Of ye-come, now, get
I'D. my fine fellow-ye'M ride OH q
Christians hack, any way, and that's an
honor ye little expected. "
The poor negro begged hard to be left
where he was for the night, but Lanty
wae inexorable; tie dance at Ned Calla-
hams christening, with Mary Kelly for
partner, was too strong temptation.
After various twistings and turnings, he
succeeded at length in seating the i'll
valid on the top of an empty barrel, and
then backing Ill, wound the creatures
arms round bis neck, and tied them
with his handkerchief, lest he might
happen to grow faint, and fall on the
road. In this fashion Lanty started Off
with his burden, intending to leave him
in one Of the outhouses till morning.
When he reached the castle, however, he
found them al locked The only door,
in fact, he saw open after hawking his
load all over the place, was the great
hall door of the castle itself So, after
aome hesitation, he tookcourage, and in
he went Looking round the spacious
hall, and seeing no one coming, he de-
termined to deposit the negro on q door
mat. and then, having rung the bell,
disappear as fast as possible. Untor-
tunately however, he selected the
wrong place, and worse still, in turning
round to drop the negro behind him, lie
stumbled backwards. burst open the par
lor door, where the company NE have
Just left were quietly seated, and rolled
into the middle Of the loom, with the
negros arms clasped around his neck as
tight as vice.
The uproar was awful. Mrs Will
loughby screamed; MI. Gulrkie shouted
thieves and murder: DR. Henshaw upset
the table and lights, in his effort to
catch his aristocratic antagonist, as she
fell fainting from her chair. Kate ran
to one door, and the priest groped his
way to another, calling on the servants
Within the room all was darkness and
confusion Uncle Jerry, in his attempts
to escape, capsized chairs, tables, trlm-
blers, decanters, dumb walters, and
every thing that came in his way. Mrs.
Willoughby, in q fit Of Mysteries, wrig-
gled furiously III the arms Of the tall re-
viewer, whilst Lanty kicked and swore
Justify at the <'blackguard blackamoor"
to let him go.
'sWhat's all this clamor about?' de-
manded the priest, motioning back the
ahfrighted servants. Brave fellows you
are, to be scared in this way at the black
face Of poor African. But where is
Lanty Hanlon?" ne inquired, suddenly