The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-05-29

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| he gets little peculiar" an thin has to
cit down on him, an II hes unusually
violent, sometimes I has to sit down purity
hard, too. Wan day lately Mickey and
Paddy Ward, wint Of on . little tear, and
Ispect they'd been tearin yet only that the
money give out, and no fool Is fool enough
to trust Q wild Iishman 10 whisky. Well
sorr, he came home to me an the children
dhrunk as "biled OIL" an he hadent
been in the house tin minutes till his af :
fectionats little attentions TO myself were
almost overpowerin; och I tells ye, Mick
ey's zone OF en-" To quit batin round
the bush, he wanted to cut me heart out
for his pet greyhound to play wild, an
whilst / hated to disappoint Mickey an
the other dog, I said to: mesilf, says 1.
Norah McShane, ye've only 20. wan
heart, an.an-an. "cherity begins 10 humn
Yer see yer honor / hardly knew how to
finish OF that sentence, fori II there any.
thing Norah McShans dora like It's vul-
gsrity. But TO return tosjhick; be was
awfulIy, put out wid me, but finally lot me
of, wild rockin his boots in the cradle,
while he flung the baby under the bed. q
Ochi 1 tells ye Mickeys q dandy. The
great broad shouldcred fellow, he just
makes thinge glt up an bug, "Thats the
stuff" Now, yer honor, anybody can see
with half an eye that Mick and mesilf gifts
along foine, an loves each otner like cats
an dogs. But whilst I'm tellin ye Mickeys
good pints, I'll just be afther giyin ye
few Of his failins along wild EN- by way Of
seasoning. He's good at heart is my
Mickey, but when he takes on board more
tauglefut than he can conveniently handle,
och! the back O. my hand to him,-hes a
little bit peculiar" yer honor.
l behave l mentioned Paddy Ward to
yes; och. but he gossoon as Is the avil
ganius of me loife for Mickey is a good
bay as l said, barrin his little peculiar
tiles" Bad cess to Paddy the blackguard |
for gitten me hoosband 6hrunk. Next
mprnin, he got out Of bed wrong end first
and was just as Grass as bear wild sore
head. Says Mickey says he. "Norah
acushla, just rim across to the saloon an
git me hair the dog that bit me yister-
day." "Phat hair" says starin at him an
wondherin II he'd taken lave his "siven
sinces." away vie ye," he roared.
said "a hair O. the dog that bit me yester-
day" Oh! I says, says I. I'll get EN-, but
st. Mary purteet US, and grant that ye aint
losin yer moind!r ~
WId that goes out whore his pet grey
hound was tied, an BY watching me
chances, I succeeded in jerkip out five or
six hairs widout gittin big, then l wint In
TO Mickey wild me heard aligbt wild the
consciousness Of good deed we'll done an
l says, says l. Here they be Mick. l
thought maybe wan hair wouldent be
enough so I got Ave or six" Yer honor,
l wish yer could a seen Mick stare at me
with his mouth open, an niver a worrud
did he put Of his bread basket, ill l axed
him what he meant. "Yer no Irishwo-
man says he, | know that. Hairs in
deed"
/ sot down an cried, an Mick slammed
the dure and wint of mutterin "that there
was none so blind as them what wont see.'
He dident come back for an hour, an
whin he did he was dhrunk again.
Mickey says /. phat does ye mean
gettin full so airly in the days. yer dhrunk
again so you are"
He says, says he, Norah McShane, I'm
not dhrunk tells ye, / only tnk chair
o. the dog that bit me Yesterday" "Humph
l says says l, and l know my face showed
the scorn l felt Humphl Yes needent
talk TO me about hair; yer might as well
die for sheep as lamb, and It's mesilf
don't believe 1t would make ye half that
drunk II ye'd ate up the whole dog.
says again, says l, "och! Mickey me
darlint, yes bruk me heart all to pieces
said l. What wld yer dhrinkin an dancin
an lally gaggin, ven be the death o. me
entirely. Ochone, that Norah Mcshane
should live to see this day. Och! Mick
says /, what terrible mistake St. Path.
rick was afther maxim, whin he banished
the toads an frogs from "ould ireland, but
left the whisky. Bad cess to ye Norab
said Mich, wlsht now St. Pathrick was no
fool. Sure he knew II he banished the
whisky the irish would atther :ollerin
arter suit. savey, an fure Norah me
Colleen, If St. Pathrick had banished the
dhrink, where would Mickey U'shane be