Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-02-04
R. MICHAL MURPHY,
Parish Ranoor,
Coolbaun, 1s42,
Co. Wexford. Ireland.
Tale of Eviction and Death,


And thereby hangs tale! One that, told by
the victim of circumstances and the law, is
most pitiful, and though related by a poor old
man whose mind is as that of child, cannot
fail to carry with it the conviction of utter
truth. At times he would become violently
angry at some imaginary person, but never
once made a move to molest anyone in his little
audience
Yes. they did it.' exclaimed Murphy. bring.
ing his fist down on the table, land ever since
that time have been going around looking
after my kingdom. They tore down my throne,
killed my queen and little baby, and was ban
ished away forever, with broken heart" and
he might have added just as iruthfully a de-
throned mind. Pressed further. he continued:
I'm 1882 lived in County Wexford, Ireland
with beautiful wife. 1 was young then,
though now l am an old man, and only ban
ished king tell you there is more happiness
in being common man than to be king and
lose wife and all because of the soldiers. They
came to my little home, drove me out into the
damp and cold, and here you see me deorepit
old man with only the memory OF my king
DOM"
Tell us the story of your troubles" said
DISPATCH reporter.
Death of Nora and the Baby.
"Well may you call them troubles" replied
the old man, sorrowfully and apparently with
a return OF his reason Il was happy before
that for had wife whom loved as man only
can love, but she's dead now, and SO is all hap
piness for me: Why. sir, in Ireland they drive
a man from his door, rain or shine. out into the
world with nothing totkeep him warm and no
shelter from the bitter winds. That is story
that can be tolo by too many men. 1t is not
new one,
That night the rain was coming down; not
heavily. but, oh, so cold, and as my Nora was
not well and strong. like myself, the winds
seemed to watt her frail form away from me.
At last We found shelter with some friends, but
the damage was done, and nothing could be
done to relieve her sufferings.
"Soon the baby came and sat there watch
ing slowly but surely for the end, which was
sure must come and rob me of all that was
worth living for. AS her life ebbed slowly
away seemed to feel as though my heart was
being torn from my bosom. AT last the two lay
there, cold and beautiful in death, and after
their precious bodies were lain away in the lit
tie cemetery, looked upon Ireland for the last
time; and here am, wanderer, and for
what p'
Struggle Between Sanity and Lunacy.
The poor old fellows voice trembled as he
closed his narration, and for few moments
there was an apparent struggle between sanity
and lunacy. But the latter won and his stol Y
told again seemed only TO increase his haliuci-
nations for he once more mumbled and talked
about his queen. his kingdom and his throne.
He produced his coins and fondled them with
the care and interest Of a miser. He would
not lose one of them for the world. for that
would deprive him of his throne. Each little
piece of money represents SO much blood in the
old mans heart, and rather than part with
them he would face death, for death would be
preferable to the loss of his idols. When the
card upon which he had stamped his numerous
titles was picked up he became frantic, and de-
clared there was a conspiracy on foot to rob
him of his good old Irish name.
But the old fellow is growing old. and ere
many months have passed he will leave his
throne here to go to that where his queen
awaits him and has been watching over his
wanderings for these many years.