Morning journal and courier., 1890-05-15
LOVE HUT NOT BLISS. An Irish Breach of Promise Suit.
 From the New York SIIu l

LOVE HUT NOT BLISS.
 An Irish Breach of Promise Suit.
 From the New York Suu.]
 II was retained by Miles Aroon Monahan of Ballinahinch, county Galway" said the Irish barrister the other day, "to defend him in suits of breach of promise of marriage brought by three widows, Mrs. Margaret Mo. Groarty, Mrs. Bridget O'Brien and Mrs. Mary Ann O'Callsghan. Damages were put at five thousand dollars in each case. MT. Monahan was q glib-tongued, good natured Irishmsn, with jolly face and an easy man. ner. He was thirty-five years old. This ia Mir. Monahan's story of his entanglement with the widows furnished by himself:
 "Im fwhat we call laydy's man; that is, I'm all schmirks and schmiles to laydy wherever mate one, aither on the roadway or in her home. Fwhat less could do, see- in that it is the laydys likes admiration just as polytishun likes offs. came by me admiration for thim the same way got me name of Nonahan. It was me father that always had swate schmile for the lsydys, and I'm told that mo ould grandfather wasn't far behindhand wid the laydys aither. Shure, it's no more my fault to love widdys than 1t was me fathers, or ne ould gran'- I2buoEos LII tuluklu lb WOuluuG O6 tue widdys that d be suing me weren't 1t fer Nora Brady, one of the swatest women in Galway, who Is to be me wife. Nora is a bit older than mesilf, but what matter? As long 's Morals satisfied I am.
 "Yo' want to know bout tho widdys. I'm telling yo' wish know'd less O thim three widdys. 'Twould be more to me credit. I did use to be goin' into the Shamrock Inn, which same is the Widdy McGroarty's. t~oS~ I.~ k~k .-l~ xrsI d knock down a bull, If 1t struck it in the right spot, and pair O fat chaiks that were not got to be buttermilk, ye may bet, they were that red. Says to the widdy, in the absince of something more important to say:
 Its foins helth ye're afther havin', Mrs. NoGrosrty."
 "It's kin O ye, MT. Monahan, to be say- in so," Mrs. McGroarty replied. "It was the cry O me foine ould man. Dennis Raffer- OCallaghan, me second, and James ORourke. me third. sayd he was the most fortunate man in Ireland. He nivvir had doctors bills to pay for me, he said. Mate thew AoGroarty was that proud O me helth that nivvir wurrud did he say O anything else wid praisin' me helth."
 "The widdy, from the moment I praised her health, was O @ moind to make mo her number i've. I'm swearin' t' the trooth O this, and divil a He u'd sphsks for ten theusand Galway widdys. The widdy wes takin wid bit of cryin' and . sudden fit of waikness oomin' upon her. dashed c cup O could water upon her face that was in a pannikin handy by and raised her in me ar. rums that she might rest aisy. There's pains in these same arrums to this day from the load she was. The widdy grew conf- din'. 'Twouldn't do but that must drop in oftin whin I was in her neiahborhood. Shurs If hadn't mummy had cridit. The shebeen was hers, and 'twould be her grate delight to put it into the hands of nate gintlemin like mesilf. Says to mesilf like:
 "'The widdy's mighty kind. Shure, 'tis nate offer, but that I'd come in whin was dhry and in the neighborhood, which was often.
 "The widdy says promised to marry her. AK her pwhat did sayi know'd she's that fond O me she'd say anything. It was the hard job I had kspin' the widdy from runnin' me of to the praists three times @ day. swear that nivvir had I the intention to follow In the footstip of the four other ryin' was unlucky, anyway, in @ lape year. She cried and said that was . grate desa. yer. I replied that I couldn't help that same. She axed me If she couldn't be sis ter to me, and said she might. 'Tisn't ivi- " Irishman that has sister wid shebeen, I tell ye. There was henor in that same. | The widdy was as swate as pie, just as if was as swate as two pies to thin. It wasn't long till the childer got to oallin' me pa. Il l was thin that came across Nora Brady, the swatest young woman in Galway. To make long story short. I struck up wid Nora and dropped WiddY MoGroarty loike hot pra. ty. I'm tould tho widdy bases her claim O me because she has me first. AK the widdy | viII hnxr o1a~ Lnn hat Rnl o dozen widdys I'll make that same oath, and | none O them d be lyin'.
 'Let me be Afther tellin' ye of the Widdy | O'Brien. She's that fearful, do yo' moind she's like the town pump, always on tap Says I, sympathiAing like, to her one day:
 "'It's hard lines yere havin', Mrs. O'Bri eni"
 ".It's the truest wurrud ye ivir sphoke Mr. Noriarity,' the Widdy O'Brien replied | If Michael was round 'twudn't be hard Lord pity the min that's goin' nowadays that d lave poor widdy wape her eyes out thry. ing to pick for two ohieka."
 l "As me horse was shoein' at the black smiths 'cross the way, I took the widdy's in. vitation to sthip inside fist for Q mornint Shure 1t was the warrum cup O coffee she made mo and the sup O potheen she poured for mo afterward. Az was lavin' she tould mo she'd be plaxed to sec mo snny time ] happened that way. Nivvir was thare such peor roads round Ballinahinch as that three months. Twas grate business the black smith was havin'. Nary . mile horse d travel but he'd upset . shoe. It was quits natooral, thin, that sphint me toime in tht Widdy O'Brien's. It was . swate way tn, widdy had Q gein' of into dead faint like whin she'd dhry her tears whin tellin' mo o the hard lines t was fer widdies. You a1 mo whether ennybody ivir see me w;d tn. widdy in my arrum. Dye think that Tn that crazy that 'ud drop . laydy beoaus, some one clapped eyes on me. It wes vel enough thin until the widdy heard toll O mt banus in church last Sunday to Nora Brady the swatest Irish girl in Galway. She nivvii risted aisy until she came all the way out tc | me place to tell me that I was the greates, villyun unhung, to be desavin' . rispictable widdy wid two childer to support. It's tho gospil trooth I'm tellin' O the Widdy O'Bri- | on.
 "I moind Mrs. Mary Ann O'Callaghan Why, ye'd made the Bank O England to kape her dressed up. Says che to me:
 | "'Niles Arson Nonahan, it's the leikes O you that nades the loikss O me to kaps ye nate.'
 "I answered was obliged to her, was for her kind intentions. Thersupon she says:
 "'It's the lonely loife ye have by the say.
 "Thereupon made reply. foinslike. It's l the aisy conscience have thare, Mrs. O'Cal- l laghan. It's that good for gossocn loike mo that I'd not be afther chanein' it. Thin che sphoks up boldlike that naded . widdy