The Kosciusko star. (Kosciusko, Miss.) 18??-1898, 1895-01-04
"DIVIL A CELEBRATE"
What Came Between Mulvaney
aud His Family Festival.

Clare an ages" ses Mulvaney,
as be walks up an down his little
front room. "Tsye an ages" SEES
be, but these wimlh are terrible
conthrary-here now it is near
mornin', an they woke me- up at
midnight to run after the-phats
tha.?' an y fable little cry in the
mkt room startled him and brings
his solique and walk to sudden
sthop.
Thin a merry laugh rings out,
an there's much whisperin', an a
rich Irish voice exclaims:
"Oh, God bliss it, Tvs lovely
gurrel!"
"Murdher aloive, ses Mulvaney,
"anither? That makes siven.
Will Mary never sthop? Gurrels,
gurrels, gurrels! Shure, its mesel'
is the heartbroken an disappointed
man this blissed day-siven tonnes
to be hopin', and siven tonnes to
be disappointed; .siven tonnes to
be expectin' boy, an siven
tonnes It's gurrel. OF was shure
1t would be a boy this toime,0 in
a most woe-be-gone voice sol
was hopin' to mcsel' that there
moight be luck in the number sly
in-but anither gurrei! IfOi'd 4
thought il would be q gurrel, divil
bit av me would have got up out
av me warrum bed, "But jist
thin in comes a buxom Irish WON.
an with "Well, Mulvaney, man"
ses she, "youre the happy iather
av anither beautiful gurrel,"
cam Oi2' in u glooms tone.
eye are that sane, an it's yer
sell ought to be the happy man. y
But this is too much for poor
human Irish nather to sthand, so
he growls out at her: "Tare an
ages, woman" SEES he, els it max
IN fun av me We aGe?"
"Sorra bit av me, man. Why
should Oh be maxim fun We; tell
mo that" with Indignation.
"lt is not congratulatin' me We
are on the coming aV anithpr our
rel?"
"Its that same OHM doing.
Mulvaney, an why shouldn't Oh
be congratulatin' you, an aloive,
if the good Lord sinds We SIGH a
blissin?'
"Thin its in disguise. Mrs. Fog
arthy. Where's all the money to
come from to dhress all sivin-iist
considher it yersel moment
now.'
" There's luck in odd numbers
ses Rorey O'Moore," ,slngs Mrs.
Fogarthy, but the poor man is not
to be cajoled in to good humor by
any badinage, an so he sits down
by the few Goals still glowing in
the little CRATE an SEES not a wur-
rud.
"Weil, man, an is this the way
ye are goin' to be carryin' on?
Won't we celebrate the new arroi-
val?"
"Divil eel ebrate,' ses Mulvan-
ey, doggedly.
But, Mulvaney, we don't want
me to be atther LAWN the wurred
oil me mouth ="
"Devil celebrate" ses he in a
sepulchral tom.
Very we'll, thin" SEES Mrs. Fo-
garthy in hoigh, dudgeon. otis
mesel' never did think Ord live
to see the day
"Divil a celebrate!'
"Oh, thin, Mister Mulvaney,
Ol'm disappointed in We entoire.
!y. There's you're poor wolfe lynn
IN the mkt room an the blissed
little gurrel baby"
"Divil celebrate" more gloom
lily.
Come to We this blissed Christ
mas ave-" continued Mrs. Fogar-
thy, not minding his Interruption.
IAN the good Lord as sometimes
denies these blessings to the great
an proud ones av the land--''
'Divil a celebrate" says he.
"Ahra, bad cess to ye. man.
Dim sick an disgusted-"
''Divll q celebrate
Come, rouse yerself, Mulvaney
Come into the next room an kiss
your poor wolf. poor soul, an.
look at the beautiful cholld, am
may be it will open we're heart
STRINGS, and make We more gin