The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-09-12


had bought the ''pluck" and the spirits
which he presented in Mats name.
TITS an emblim, honey" continued
he. Here's his heart, in manner Of
spanking, at your fate-on your dish, /
name. The liver shows that he can't
live without yez; the lights, that you re
the light of his eyes, an that he longs
for yez with every breath, an the flare,
that there'll be all tho fat in the fire an
the very dhivil to pay if ye're unkind
to him an refuse him. It's an imblim,
my dear-a delicate poetical imblim,
bedadp'
Its beautifulr' said Mrs. Moloney,
profoundly touched, as she uncorked the
bottle and filed up two large port
glasses Then she added: IAN I'll cook
1t. Tell him to come tonight an help
ate it. An come You, too, Tim, and
Misthriss Brennan.
SO it was all understood.
Tim had, like most of his countrymen,
the feelings of IA gcntienAaat and the teet
or courtier. That was why he and his
wife arrived designedly late, having
sent message that supper was not to
wait
Had they come sooner slight Incl
dent might have been avoided, though
possibly it all happened for the best.
For, leaving the tete-a-tete meal and
the conversations to be imagined by the
reader. the crumpled rose leaf arose in
this way. Mat had lit his pipe and had
asked the widow how she liked the card
and the verses.
She laughed and replied that she
didn't know about the verses, except
those he had been talking for the last
hour; but. as for the card, he ought tt
know, for he had eaten the half of it,
Upon this, Mat had jumped off his
chair and exclaimed: "Then it's dead
man am, an it's wake I'll be afthel
attending, an not weddingi thought
there was quare taste about that piece
of frizzled fat. -
What does the crature be III aiming al
all cried she in surprise.
cts poisoned 1 am. That heart was
all over red lead, said he, falling bacl
into his seat.
Poisoned, you black hearted vii
lain?" screamed Mrs. Moloney. "TheI
take that" and she broke a jug on hi
head.
1t was at this point that the Brennan
arrived. Tim promptly knocked Ma
down. and then he naturally became
curious to know what the ambiguit,
was about.
Hes poisoned mel" said she be
tween shrek and q sob.
Tim seized Mat and threw him on al
incomplete but unmatched dinner serv
ice, part of Mrs Moloney s stock, whicl
stood in corner ON the floor.
The widow, hearing the crash, smash
| ed a chair on Tins back, whereupol
Mrs. Brennan took her by tho hair, am
the two women fell into some miscel
laneous lots i'll another corner. Then tn
neighbors came in and took indiscrimi
nate sides, and matters generally hum
med for a short time.
Eventually Tim got an inkling of tn
| difficulty, told them to be quiet an
| narrated all the circumstances, to tn
| great relief, joy and amusement of a.
the parties
A pailful of water and yard or tw
of sticking plaster with few pins fo
the women, quickly set things smoot
and smiling. Mrs. Moloney made ther
all welcome, and soon liberal supple
of whisky, porter and tobacco were for
mulated Additional candles were lii
illuminating fitfully the front shop
| 90, III, Il ,arl
of the confused thoughts of the guest
tables stacked with their legs in tn
air, cane chairs hanging ON the walls
blank gaseliers suspended from the cell
ing, while lighted lamp stood ON tn
floor to prevent stumbling into the bust
ness portion of tho establishment, an,
all went merrily. Mrs. Moloney for on
brief ecstatic moment sat on Mats knee
but they We're severally picked up ant
revived, though the chair was pulver
lied, and Mat sang the ''varses" which
Tim had produced from his pocket along
with the card.
Tim had applauded, wept and gone t.
sleep in the middle of the song, but tn,
approval which greeted its conclusion
composed as it was of shouts, shrieks
knockings, tears and free fight in tn,
southeastern corner, effeotually wok
him.
Somehow after confused interval o
health drinking, recrimination and EN-
bracings the party found itself adjourn
ed. III fE
Mat and the widow are to be married
SO soon as the necessary formalities cal
be arranged. Million.