The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-10-10

story of it If yer honor won't be tired"
"No,' l said, atfably. ''go on; am
very interested" and | sat myself on |
the fence that bounded his potato gar
den.
swell, yer honor" said Patsey. again !
readJusting his equilibrium with the ;
spade, "ould Mile Harrigan lived dowps4
at Killshela, on snug farm he rinted
from the ould master. Twas more
than n few acres, but twas proime fat
TENN land, and he had tidy lot of
stock on it; he had half dozen heifers,
and four good dairy cows, and an il
ligant lot of pigs, and two daughters
and Il son. But that same son was
misfortunate idgit, and came TO no good
a. the long end. What wild whisky and
diyilment the farm went to the bad
and they TUX il from him; but that was
afterwards when the father was dead
rest to his soul for he was an hon
est mana decent, honest man, so he
wT.
well, sor, the two girls were rs diff
ferent from their misfortunate broth
er as they was from one another
Bridget, the eldest, was as handsome
CURL Us ye'd see anywhere in them
days. Oh! the saints be praised. but
she was as straight us the handle of this
| spade, yer honor. and walked like
| dhragoon, only light and aisy-lil<e.
And her oycs Wen, l tell yer honor,
her Dyes were dangerous; she'd shoot
! fire at We so that We couldn't see for
minute afthcr; and her teeth--white as
eggs, yer honor. All! twas she that
made short work of plate Of bacon
and praties wild them little white teeth
OF hers! Peggy, the second. was as
ugly as the diVil's mothcr-in-law, savin'
! yer henor's presence. They say that
the pig rolled upon her hen she was a
baby, and faith. if it is true it must
have been n grand fat pig intorely.
for her face was Hat ms the lid OF a warm-
ing-pan. She was freckled, her hair
was red. and not much of that same
and she squintcd 50 that she could see
one eye with the other. But, barring
these misfortunes, she WAS a good CURL,
and could milk COW and make bet
Ter butter than Bridget, wild all her
beauty.
"Oh. blood an 'ounds, but we lad
great tonnes at the cross roads on Sun-
day in those days, when little Billy
ShecEan. the fiddler. was aloirc. Billy
could set the Saints dancin' in Lent, the
little sPolpeen he could. so he coG'd;
wild one rasp on his fiddle me legs Just
took command of me carcass. the mis-
CHIEF such an Instrument for stirring
n man will ever be heard agia till the
last thrump.
well. yer honor Bridget couid dance
. like sunbeam on running watntr
and faith, ugly Peg wasn't bad at Il
iig: but was too grand 70 be ON the
. lure wild the loikes OF her. used &c
dance wild Bridget till I'd " like &c
dhrop wild fatigue; but as for her
, she'd hould at II as long rs the music
and the boys all round would shout
. and clap their hands to keep us At it
And Billy would make his ould fiddle
I TO screech and holla, till the now wen
T so fast il seemed loike streak of light
And there was pantin' tit to ourst m'
I lungs fornst me lady who just step
It ont smilin' and aisy like LANDLORD
on rint day.
ut was well known that tn" two girls
had tidy fortunes; each was to have
a couple OF heifers and brace Of pigs
and il was said that there would DE- {
- ten-pound note on the wedding day FOL
the men who got them, so they weren'
wantin' boys, neither the one nor tii'
other of 'em. But the only man wht
- all py;ICat haoiIa ms al
, was Tom O'Shea. He was always {
, quiet boy, was Tom, but he was terrible
hard to get over, and he could dance
, too, pretty tidy--for all that his leg
were so long, he could belt the flure " il
them better than most, but he couldn'
hould out as long as l did; and as To-
the others. they were shy CIV askin
, Bridget. for ''twould ashamed they'd b'
4, TO be danced down be n woman, and 81
Tom and me had her most to ourselves
: but twas me she'd walk home wild dowl
;, the bohercen to the house When TIT
dancin' was over. And everyone though
:. il was me she fancied, and so faith
did |, only l never axed her; because, y
;. see, lived wild me mother III the VII
;. lage, an | hadn't a house to take he
! TO. And so l sailed on aisy an con
: tinted like, dancn' me legs off ever
d. Sunday wild the handsomest CURL in n
- barony, and all the boys ready to slns
o the legs off me wild Jealousy. Wei
q yer honor, all went well till he oul
/, masters eldest son, the captin cui
n home and he tuck me away 10 Ball;r
ASIDE to bring back hunter that h
= wanted to buy there.
j. "Afther deal of conthriving. for Tn
" captin was hard to suit, and wicke
man on a horse, at last was satisfied
y and l brought back home the cor
trariest divil of n brute haste that eve
" man threw his leg over! a grco
n chestnut skamin' creature, wild To
l. that he'd switch round and round ik
Ii the fan ov winnowin' machine. IL
ears would lie back on his head sam
" as if he hadn't any. And the whites
I. his eyes were as red as blood! D!
TO needn't laugh, yer honor, tits as thru
-. rasnal what / nm telling We. we