Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1895-12-12
The Last King OfLeinSter.
By EDMUND DoWEEY.
60. Ig05. by the Author.l

meetin' s, groans ould Mac. Sure. tits
my death I'd get, if / ventured out into
the open air after the blistherin I've
given meself Besides''-he wheezes
like an ould woman dyin of lingeriI
disaise-''my voice is completely gone,
an I'd be no use in life to you. =
It's bad job, sure enough, sighs
the prince, for he was terribly disap-
pointed. Is there no chance at all Of
your pullin yourself together before
eyenin:"
Not a chance, groans the king.
Maybe tits all for the best, Tierny, for
twill be a great relief to the people not
to have to dhraw my weight on the side
car-you know turn the scale at 20
stone. >
Il suppose I'd best send up the coort
dispensary docfher to you" says the
prince, heavin another sigh of disap-
pointment.
Don't do anything of the soort, "
says the king. II wouldn' t have doc
Their lay a finger ON me for the whole
contents of the purse You'll get this
evenin. A king has no Ilght to be thrust
in himself TO dispensary docthers .
oh, plaise yourselfl" says the prince.
An wud that the innocent man left the
room, sorely grieved to think that the
grand speech he was afther preparin
would be no use to him, for twas
sprawlin all over wud remarks about
''me worthy cousin, the king of Lem
sther - ''me thrusted friend and COM
panion, King Dermot Macmurrough -
''our royal chairman King Dermot Of
Leinsther, who's stoppin on a visit wud
me at present." this grand ould war
rior, the only Mac that's worth two
Macs any day in the year.. and so on.
He had a toast, too "Our royal visit
or, King Dermot: May the hay in his
meadows be as long as the hairs in his
beard = Then he was goin to call on
Christy MINSTREL, specially imported for
the occasion, for The Boys of WaAford, "
in honor OF our royal guest. In short,
the prince was goin to show off to any
extent, an impress upon his own hand
full of people the close friendship there
was between himself an the mighty Mae
murrough an get all the value he could
out of the royal visit
An all to be knocked on the head by
a mustard plasther!
Laither ON in the day poor Herman had
a regular bulliraggin match wud the
wife.
She came into his study to do some
dustin an cleanin, an as the man was
almost distracted tryin to dodge up a
new speech, LAWN out King Dermot or
thryin to talk Of him as bein absent in
body, but present in spirit, he felt her
room I'D be better than her company.
He axod the wife quietly at first to with
draw, but she TUX no heed of him, an
that angered O'Rorke greatly, an some
divil prompted him to taunt her about
tho king.
II axed you, Gilly, more than vance. .
says he, Ito laive me tomeself, but you
seem to take no heed at all of what
say to you lattherly. Your head seems
fairly turned by the soft sawdher of that
ould reprobate up stairs. 'Twould be fit
Their for him to be tellin his bades or
readin the prayers for departin sowl
than thryin to pass himself off for gay
young spark in the presence of faymales.
D'you hear me. Gilly?" says he.
II hear You. says she. but / don't
heed the likes of you. In addition to its
being high thraison to talk i'll that man
ner of supayrior monarch, it only
shows the jealousy that's conshumin
you =
',Jealousyn laughs O'Rorbe well,
| like that Jealous of whom, or what?
OF an Guild gray headed bosthoon wud a
beard like the tail of our gray mare?
Why don't you go mp an put another
plasther on his chest or get him 10 sing
'Ould King Cole for you wud that pat
emit fog horn voice Of his? Jealous
inaghr
IN tell him every word Of this. Z
says the princess, bitin her lips vino
rnously an stampin Der purity feet on the
ground
oh. so away, woman, an don't be
botherin met says the prince Grossly.
There has been nnither pace nor aise
in the house since oald Mac crossed our
threshold,
What made yon ax him here: says
the princess, half relentn.
What made mes Who made me?'
answers the prince more Grossly than
ever You did. of coorse. You was
never done naggin at me to get king to
visit as in ordher to make the neigh
bors jealous of your grandeur
Well, Herman, says she, scarcely
able 10 sp,lke wud anger, you re the
biggest liar from here to Giant 5 Cause
way Why. even in your sleep you do be
ravin about me friend an guest. King
Dermot, mimickin his Voice, me royal
cousin. the monarch Of Leinsther. who's
stoppin wud us at present. = Then she
burst ont laughin in a sthrange soort of
a way.
This was too much altogether for poor
O'Rorke, an risin mp from his chair he
almost shouted at the wife: go, mad
am; retire immayietly TO your apart
ment Wen see who's goin to be mas
ther in this house. an I'll take mighty
good care it isn't a faymale, I"