Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1896-10-17

the rampagin' villin of the captin's.
"'Becase,' says he, Important-l.<e,
Bridget Harrigan Is goin' to marry
Tom O'Sheai'
WHAT says I.
"It's fact says he.
"'You lie, Billy Sheehan,' says i, FOR
I was mad.
every WE'LL says he, marcl,in' away
with his little fiddle under his arm,
if L do, says he, Il won't lie at your
dure, for anyhow it will be a long tonne
before you'll want me to fiddle at your
weddin', unless We takes up wild the
turnip-headed one!' And away he whit
down the street. whistlin' The Weddin'
of Ballypoureen.'
''Well, sor, twas thrue enough what
the little blackguard had been afther
tellin' me; Bridget was to be married
directly Lent was over, and Father
Cronin had been spoken to, and Tom
O'Shea had got the master to give hin,
a small cottage and a few acres, just
what I had my eye on, too. bad cess
to him.
"'Twas to be the grandest weddin'
at all at all! A pig was killed and az
illigant little key of whisky stood on
the dresser. wild tap ready to be
driven into it, Well, the mcrnin' of the
Gay WHEN L OH ~ oucd was " Dc
ried, he was out Shawn hilnself at the
cabin dure, when up comes little Billy
Sheehan out of breath, and widout tbs
little fiddle.
"'Tom,' says he, when he could
spake, you're done
No, I'm not says Tom latherin' the
other side of his jaw, but I'm half done.
ana I'll do you too, nv little fiddler,
! while me hand is in, for the gurls
might think yer chin bit rough FOR
a weddin'.'
"'There'l be no weddin' this day.
says Billy.
What are you talkin' about, man
| alive?' says Tom.
80! the thruth, as I'm a livin' man,
says Billy. The woman won't have
ye.'
won't have me?' says Tom. Go
long, me little joker
"'Divi1 joke says Billy. She's sit
| tim at home in her common clothes,
and she says she won't have We. And
the foive gallons of the best whisky in
Oireland, and grand pig just waitin'
to be swallowed. o, It's wicked, ter
rible wicked intoirely!'
"'Well,' says Tom, cool as the day
after Christmas, wait till I wash the
lather off me, an I'll jog down to the
| farm and see what ais me lady, for Tn,
very much sot Oh being marsted to-
day!'
''Whin he got TO. the hnu>a> there
was the divirs ructions gon' on. The
ould man and Peg and an ould aunt
that lived wild EN-, they We're all at
Bridget, coaxin' and bcggin' and
badgerin' her to marry Tom, and all to
no good; the more they talked the
more Bridget sat still and said nothin,'
only the face of her showed she meant
to have her way.
LAS soon as liver Tom came in she
said, says she: Tom O'Shea, IIu very
sorry, but 1 won't marry ye. and there's
my hand on it!'
well, Tom took lucifer match out
of his pocket and lit his poipe, and sat
| down; but the divil a word he said.
| Only all the neighbors outside, think
ing of the pig and the whisky, said
| great deal; they couldn't bear to
think of the waste that Bridget was
bringin' on the family. And the ould
father, too, he was terrible mad, know
in what people were sayin'.
AT length Peggy up. an says she:
I'll tell We what. Biddy. if We give me
them grand clothes we have for the
weddin' I'll marry Tom OShea myself
sooner than the family should be dis
graced in this way
| FAITH says Bridget, we may have
| livery stitch have in the world if We
marry Tom, an me blessin' into the
| bargain
But Tom sat still smokin' his dud-
heen and turnin' the matter over in his
! head. AT the long last he said, straight
and strong: What boot will 1 get?'
What boot will we get?' says the
| ould father.
Yes says Tom; what will yc
throw in?'
'''What do We want?' says Mike Har-
Portable an friendly.
WELL says Tom, there's that two
acre field that broken / haven't gf ain
to set it with. Now, if you'll throw in
a bag of seed oats. along wild Peggy, it's
a bargain
Done says the old man, an he
splits in the palm Of his fist and hou;ds
it out straight and friendly to Tom.
$50 the match was made and they
| shook hands on it. An Tom said to
Billy Sheehan the day after the weddin.'
| when they got sober, he didn't rightly
think there was more than the differ
| women alive.
well, sor, a couple of months after
Pegs weddin' me an Bridget was mar
| ried; for twas me she wanted all the
| time, only she got mad that didn't AK
her an didn't come down to that dance
all along O. that etarnal rogue of the