The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-05-21

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O'Clock came, but no Paddy; eleven,
twelve, one, two, and still no Paddy.
Mrs. Lightlace developed first restless
ness, then uneasiness, then perplexity,
then indignation: and finally, in the
midst of Che direst wrath, a small one
horse wagon drove up to the door, and
out of it leaped the delinquent Paddy.
Goodness gracious!' exclaimed
Mrs. LightIace.
Gracious goodness! chorused
Alice; while faithful black Nancy
grumbled:
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FISHER
Paddy made his appearance in the
midst of the Indignant crowd with the
most perfect sGng-froid, his rubicund
nose more rubicund than ever.
|. "Is this ten o'clock by your watchPn
asked Mrs. Lightlace, with bitter
irony.
s'Indade, thin, missus, en- it's not
mesels to blame. Sure an it wuz the
Teddy what lives on Tinth avenue
beyant the Fartith street. Iwaz Engaged
to move her at swim; en- she tauld me
she had wan load, an small wan at
that; an, be jabers, it tarned DOT to be
three.
Perhaps you told her, as you did
me, that you had a large-sized furni-
ture wagon and two fine horses"
said Mrs. Lightlace, with cold tone,
and glance which sparkled with
wrath toward the wagon and the poor
tired horse that was standing on two
legs and resting the other two.
'Faith, num- said Paddy, with
unblushing effrontery, ..an isn't it the
foinest wagon in the city, the strongest
an the roomiest fur the size? an sure
an tauld yo no lie about the horses
naither, fur didn't wan NV EN- toomble
down dead in the stall no later thin
last noight? an WASH It / DOT this marnin
be the break nv day to hire anitherp
an ism livery hide Nv EN- busy? Sure,
mum, it's the truth I'm telling you
this blissid day; the horse We see there
is aquel to amy tin animals you liver
see; he's got the sperret in him NV a
dozen, mum, an will wark frum mar
min to noight widout liver akin fur rest.
| wouldn't take foive hundred dollars
fur him. A valable animal he is,
mum. But you mustn't be afther kapin
me waitin', av you phase, mum. I'm
sorry to hurry you, but I've got three
people a-cursin me in as miny differint
places now"
What was the lady to do? She was
obliged to move; she knew that it
would be impossible to get another
wagon now; so with tears in her eyes
and bitter anger in her heart she let
Paddy and his wild lrishman in among
her cherished treasures, sending
Alice and Nancy to the other house to
receive them. Is there any sufferer
who has passed through this trial, with
inefficient workmen, who can not sup
ply a description of what followed?
Mrs. Lightlace looked on with COM
pressed lips, as one after another of
her cherished treasures was battered
and badgered, Paddy sealing her lips
by his voluble complaints.
"Sure an it's shame that | didn' t
know all was in fur [ wuddent hev
undertook the job Nv saint undher
tin dollars load. SGiddy, byes! stiddy!
Lift a little higher Och! yen ruinate
the furnichure, av we're not keerful!
Hould on! Tim, what do We name be
bein' so rackless? / know the furni-
chure is sinful HWY, curses on the
man that made it; he deserves burnin'
in a place which won't mintion in the
presence nv a lady. Bedad, Dinnis,
ye'll toomble the sofa over the banis-
tiers av ye're not more keerful! An as
shure as We do, it's mesel that will
toomble We afther it. Marcy on us!
look at the plasther that ye've brought
down at that stroke!. enough to plas-
Their any house yen liver own. It's the
truth, mum; av | niver spake anither
ward, it's farchunit Teddy We are this
day to make the ingagemint wild me;
there's not anither man in the three
kingdoms, lit alone in Amerikey, that
wuddent break livery single NV your
big farnichure into small bits, an I a.
movin' NV it at the starvation price NV
foive dollars load, an leetle extra
fur trates fur the poor min that are
ruinn themselves in your sarvis.
Poor Mrs. Lightlace! where was the
spirit that was to support her in the
battle of life? In the dust, at the feet
of Paddy O'Rourk. Vainly she strug-
gled against the insane conviction
that offspring of Paddy's oratory-
that she was under obligations to him.
What matter that she recalled the
burning wrongs she had suffered at
his hands? Her woman's nature felt a
personal responsibility in the weight of
the furniture, and every drop of per-
spiration which tritkled down the faces
of the laboring mea made furrow In
her heart. She fairly quailed when
she thought of her large-sized Hale &
Kilburn folding bed, with its heavy
weights. Up to this time it had been a
great pride with her. She had paid
one hundred dollars for it; at this mo-
ment any one could have purchased it
at twenty,
Load after load went off; Mrs. Light
lace, counting them up at five dollars
each, trembled at the sum. The poor
tired horse stood on two legs whenever
it was possible, and bore up with SUI
perhuman endurance. The men groan-
ed and sweated, and curses both loud
and deep smote the ears of the wretched
Mrs. Lightlace. At length the torture
neared conclusion, and in doing so
approached its climax, which was the
folding bed. Mrs. Lightlace had not
exaggerated the gravity of the situa-
ton Paddy fairly raved.
"Hale, Kill, Burn" he read, with
dramatic emphasis. GAY, it's ioust
what I'd do wild the invinters av L cud
lay hands on 'em, the murtherin var
ments. Shurely, mum, yen niver 90
to burthenin' your conshens wild the
sin of akin us to move sic mountain
as that widout exthra pay? | sees it in
yer face this blissid minnit that We cud-
dent do it. !"
Poor Mrs. Lightlace! She was too
worn out to contend, the sun was near
ly down, and she was faint from long
fasting, so she promised dollar more
with very little delay.
IAN shure, mum, it's the cocstum
to secure me pay before the last load is
delivered" said the mendacious Pad
dy.
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