The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-02-21
HE Is NO LORD
Scully Is simpya Common Irishman, Only
Uncommoniy Rich.

IncOmmonty hicn.
81 see YOU fellows talk a good deal
about Lord Scully," said Michael Keefe
to reporter for the Eagle last night,
land l want to object TO it,"
state your objections" said the re-
porter.
my objection is that he is no lord az
all, but common Irish spalpeen. Didn't
l know him in ireland and his father be-
fore him. but, be COB, l don't know
whether I want to say that 10 you; you
might print it in the Aigie."
His ould father was a pig buyer at
the town of Clonmel an was the devils
own chap for savin the money. He
bait the Jews for making a bargain.
He drove the pigs down to Limerick or
up to Cork an / heard me father say
often that ne would give EN- something
that would make EN- about twenty
pounds heavier when they got there.
He was a skin flint from way back an
that's how he got his stuff. Fax, L
heard 'em say in Ireland many tonne
that he would barter his soul to the
devil to bait the toll keeper out Of a
siX-pence. The ould man bought heaps
OF land in Tiperary an he made tenants
sweat for the rint whin it was due.
Way back about thirty years ago Rory
Of the Hills took aim at him and Mick
Hartney's son composed a balled about
the affair. Faith knew the song we'll
before left ould Ireland, but be dad Il
has slipped me nimmery long ago. The
first verse ran like this:
AT Slievenamon / met man
Who asked was Scully dead.
/ cannot give you that account,
But hear he's bad in bed.
He turned me mother out the door,
But 1 Will meet him still;
For I'm the bould Tiperary mountainer;
I'm Rory of the Hills.
81 knew Rory better than l knew me
prayers and he was a fine strapping
young Irishmen. If Ireland had more
like him she'd be free long ago. His
mother had a little cottage on the road
side, between the Devils Bit and the
Cross of Drumlogue. She had the
grass of COW and a goat in Scully's
estait and bekase she couldn't pay the
rint he turned the poor woman out OF
her doors with the high sheriff of Tiper-
airy at his back. Wan night when he
was coming home from the fair OF
Nenagh Rory stood behind a furz bush,
took shot at him an hit 'em in the
side. He Thought he had kilt him an
took to the hills. Patsy Doody purity
soon came along an found Scully lying
in the middle of the road an while he
had no love for the dispossesser he was
too big hearted to lave him die in the
mud. He took his into the Widon
Kellihers house within the fling of a
stone from where / was born and raised
and the word was sent TO his home. The
sidecar came down next morning and
took him to his lodge. He was sick
for long time. but as the devil would
have it, he got better an was more
heartless than ever before. Judge Keogh
put price on Rory's head. The peel
ers ransacked the country high and
low for him and made the climate so
sultry that he had to skip the country.
The night before he came to America
he slept at Tom Leahy's house near the
Blackwater bridge and a brother of
moline was wild him. Patsy Leahy was
then at home from Rome where he was
studing to be a priest and Rory didn't
do thing but slip on his clerical suit
and he made as purity a priest as you
could lay your eyes on. The next Sat-
urday he took passage from Queens
town TO New York before the very eyes
OF the constabulary who did not dream
that the pious looking young priest was
the famous Rory of the Hills on whose
head Judge Keogh had put price dead
or alive. He whit 10 Lowell where he
an settled down an 1 don't
know now whether he is dead or alive.
know wan thing and that is that Soul
" is no lord. He might might be a
squire or something, but he is no lord"