Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-30
PRICE TWO CENTS.
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The hospitality of that humble home was royal. Mary disappeared into the night with tin can in her hand, and when she returned it wore three inch collar of foam. The crockery was not of china and was scanned with cracks, yet it sufficed for the reception of the smok- ing hot fried potatoes, the loaf of bakers bread, the drawing of 70 erlong" tea and the brown beverage in the tin pail. Goatville, in which Mrs. Murphy de- clared that the ''nixt waddlin' duck of that sthrap Mrs. Brady that comes intil my house I'll hav' his neck stretched wid me two hands," And while Mrs. Mur- phys attention was being taken up with her neighbor's ducks pretty Mary and Tom were carrying on a little amatory table and other like foolishness of for bidden character.
 After the meal the pipe of peace and oodfellowship was smoked, and the wid- ow told how much money she received for her duck eggs and the price of live and dead goats. She said that the best cus- toners for goats were the brewers, who wanted the animals for "horses for their childer." The chief difficulty in the sale of a goat, she said, was it's capture. Ac- cording to her story, the goats possessed almost human intelligence, for as soon as sale had been consummated they kept aloof, and it was difficult task to capture them.
 But the night was wearing away and we had other calls to make. Mrs. Murphy lighted us to the door with the duttering candle, and even after we had gone 200 feet she stood in the doorway shading the dancing flame with her cal1oused hand. When the door had closed Tom seized my shoulder in a vise like grip, and again uttered his warning:
 ''Now, see here, me fine gintlemin; ye are not givin' me amy ghost story, are ye? Aither ye are reporter or ye are not, that's shure. If ye are standin' me up wid fairy tales, IlI'-
 The sentence was never finished, but the wheel spoke filled the ellipsis with frightful series of cuts through the air in close proximity to my ears. Then we went down winding alley between two low fences, stumbling over recumbent goats in the darkness, until we arrived at a low doorway, the lower panels of which were below the surface of the ground. Tom knocked, and without door and we stepped in. The squalid room was draped in shadows. When my eyes became accustomed to the dark ness discerned two forms in the room by the feeble rays of a lantern which stood on the mantel. There was only one chair, and upon the wood box was seated the tenant of the house, and be- side him upon the floor was seated his wife. Both of these persons had buried their faces in their hands, and they were moaning in blood curdHng fashion. Ina corner of the room stood stout boy of 17.
 "Mr. Callahan" said Tom, touching the man of the house upon the shoulder with the wagon spoke, Il bring Mir. Fow- Ter, a ly'yer friend of mine from the city hall, up here t sec could he get ye tn COWS back agin!"
 This speech was followed by snort from the boy in the corner, who blurted out:
 Don't believe him, father. It's a lyin reporter he's brung here t to put ye ill tn paperw
 With an angry scowl upon his face, Tom limped across the room. He seized the boy around the body, carried him to the door, and, with the help of kick, which was like that of mule, landed him fif- teen feet from the shanty. Then shaking his wagon spoke in the direction of the discomfited lad, he shouted:
 "Ye can thank mo good nature fur turning around as if he had done meri- torious act in expelling man from his own house, he continued:
 "Now, Mir. Fowler, go on wid your story"
 By degrees drew out of Mir. Callahan the facts in regard to the COWS. It ap- pears that he was one of the oldest resi- dents in Goatville. For many years he had held a comparatively lucrative posi- tion in Central park, but had lost his job through political changes. Then he had bought two milch COWS for $6O, '.favin a morgidge of $50 upon thim. Faix, sor," said he, "I used to peddle tn milk around to my naybors, an what wid tn rheumatiz an tn malary I couldn't raise tn morgidge. It's on'y yisterday, sor, that th' man as held the papers kem around here an took me COWS. An now fwhat'l I do an me ould woman an tn by but stharve. Shure tn hunger is under nae vest an gnawtn' mo an tn COWS godn' down tn road. Musha, sor, but there's haard times fur th1m as has nayther money nor cowsr'
 The old man resumed his Respondent position with his head in bis hands. But even in his misfortune he didn't fail to regret the fact that he had no bottle containing ''somethin' soothin'" in the cupboard.
 As Tom and I parted at the railway station, the last words heard as hur- ried up the stairs to catch train were:
 "Ar' ye shure ye're a"- The rest was lost in the rattle of approaching wheels. ERNEST HAROLD.
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