The Irish standard., 1886-11-06

it, for we haven't much / time to spare.
This trial has taken up too much OF our
time already,'' ..
'.Wel1,'' said Weeds, gathering in his
legs and rising to his feet. 81 can't say
1 know much Of English lew, thouoh |
do think I'm pretty we'll posted up in
law Of the States. But, gents, I've got
a sorter notion-well. I may be mistak-
en-. ye know-but still, I've got sorter
notion that there's no law to be found
in any civilized country IN the world to
punish man when he hain't committed
no crime. I guess that's point won't
admit OF much dispute, any how. Well,
let's see now what injustice I have COM
mitted. There's Miss Lee to begin
with; I hain't stolen her rosary.
it, I allow-inadvertently put it in my
pocket; but I had no intention OF steal
ing it, not mite. We Yankees amt a
given to hooking, as a general thing; it
amt our nature. We speklate once in a
while beyond our capital, and come it
over greenhorns now and then in the
way Of trade, but hooking amt q Yam
kee trick, no how, specially such a It'd
re-eye consarn as that. I acknowledge
I took it, gents, and you may do what
You We mind to do about it; but as for
hooking the affair, swonnie [ never
thought Of it from the time left .the
lighthouse till cousin Robert showed me
the darned thing q day Or two after, and
called me a Papist in disguise for hay
ing it in my possession. Now, az to
this old lady here, she hain't got nothing
to complain Of either. that I know Of.
The hull amount OF the matter is, she
did nothing for me, and T. paid her
nothing; Amt that SO, gents? Ha, ha!
the old thing thought she was smart
and so she is aarned sight smarter
than took her for--but she forgot she
had 81 Yankee to deal with:' and Weeks
shut one eye as he spoke, and thrust his
hands down into his breeches pockets
''she forgot she'd a Yankee to deal with,
"a live Yankee, with his eye peeled, and
fresh from Connecticut y
Here the magistrates, after command
ing silence several times, (for the audi
ence got SO tickled at Weeks's language
and gestures they could no longer res
train themselves,) at length broke out
into loud laugh, the captain's fas
sides shaking as he turned to and fro to
say merry wore! to the priest or his
next neighbor Oh the bench.
'ssilence, you rascals down below
there" he cried, when he recovered
himself. Can't man speak without a
brogue on his tongue, but you must
laugh at..Ii,n? Silence and let the man
be heard''
Stand him up, captain, jewel; stand
him mp on the table--we can't hear
him." responded several voices in the
crowd.
Sup with him! up with hirn!" now be-
came the general cry, and Weeks, in the
midst of the nproar, mounted the table,
and trusting to his own resources to
elicit sympathy from the audience, bold
lv resumed his defence.
"Well, said be. pulling mp his shirt
collar and pushing back his long sandy
hair behind his ears, as he looked round
the hail-"well, ladies. and gents: I
guess I hain't got 81 great deal more to
say. All Of you dnow pretty much by
this time that I'm a stranger in these
parts, and know, on tine other hand,
you're Irish to man. Well, I ain't a.
goin to. make the inference--no, / leave
that to yourself. All I shall say is, the
Irish at home and abroad are famous
for their hospitality tc the stranger
''l>e aisy, avourneen.'' said somebody
near the door; "be aisy now, and don't
be tryin to soft soap us that way.
Don't ye reminder the weddin at Baily
maga}ey?'
''We]l, there!'' exclaimed Weeks,
turning round to look
"HNho's that?o demanded the Cap
tain.
ssBy thunder! if it ain the tarnal ras-
Cal again!''
"Who?"
s'Ianty Hanlon, if he's alive
"Inlpossible--the police are now in
pursuit Of him.
"Well, pursuit or not replied
Weeks, 'sif he is out Of limbo, that's he,
or I amt Ephriam G. B. Weeks
''Pclice see who chat fellow is, said
the captain.
'Lanty Hanlon's the man, and no mis-
take, 'repeated Weeks. II could swear
to his voice on the top or Mount Tom y
'Ho there! at the door below! has the
detachment from Milfred arriyed?' de-
manded Hardwrinkle,
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