The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-09-19

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Nevertheless. Mrs. Flynnwas wrong for
once. Mrs. Sullivan had kpt the moAev
in place Of safety-in factsan old teaajn
IN the thatch-and the fourla notes wee
intact when the morning of the fair dak
daWned. Dawn found Mr.. ami Mrs SullA
van already en- route to the "Pucka fairlI
They set off at 2 O'Clock h the hlghestl
spirits, Mrs. Sullivan wearing an ances-'
trail blue cape cloak, a good green stuff
gown and yellow handkerchief tied over
her head; Mickey important ir1his Sunday
suit They had borrowed a Anei.hbor's
pony and yoked him to their own cart.
The pony was for sale, and thei prospec-
tive purchase was TO bring themA come.
The way was long. the pony wasold. and
the fair was already in full swim when
the eager couple arrived. Mickeyimme-
diately treated himself to a glss of
whisky and porter and, uplifted b. the
beverage and the delightful sensatin of
having unspent money in his pocke he
drifted off iRto the horse park as hAopy
as a king.
There he encountered various acquaAt
ances and rambled about passing his opA
ion on animals with immense gravity
sharply criticising shapes and breeding.
leaping and action, precisely as If he were
a wealthy Dublin dealer come to collect
hunters for 1.-The show" instead of a poor
laboring man with the price of an ass in
his pocket
He talked big, he staggered here, and
he staggered there, with his hands clasp
ed under his coat tails and a straw in his
mouth.
He priced a broken-down thoroughbred
in an ofhand lordly manner, Wrenched
open the jaws of On indignant polo pony
and glared into her mouth. He surveyed
an outstanding young hunter with a Sc
verely suspicious eye, and passed dispar-
aging remarks upon his ribs and his ances-
tors.
"Begorra, it's you as Knows good horse
when he see him. exclaimed one of Mick
ey's companions.
"Faix, I'd rather take Mickey Sullivan's
opinion of a colt than Tim Makers any
day." announced another.
"Augh, Tim Maher" protested a third,
with lofty scorn. What does he know
of the grass of a goose?'
Anyhow he's a terrible stern hand at
a bargain I've known Him drive a colt
home fourteen mile. all on account av
half-a-crown as was between him and a
Tralee dealer"
Meanwhile Mickey and his satellites
strolled through the fair, and still no ami
NAL found favor in his eyes.
The day was sultry, and when the party
drew near the Three Shamrocks Mickey
come in and let him see if any of them
had mouth on him" Which invitation
| was, needless to say, accepted with eff
fusion,
Meanwhile, Mrs. Sullivan was also en-
| joying herself prodigiously among the ma
irons of her acquaintance. Tt was the es-
! sence of a whole London season compress
ed into a few hours. She talked over
matches" the shocking price of butter
and the terrible fall in pigs; she accepted
a cup of tea from one friend and a glass
of sherry wine from another Qeaving, ac-
cording to polite custom, certain portion
in the glass;; she made several cautious
purchases, and a o'clock set out in
search of Micky.
She soon discovered him in his glory,
the center of a smiling crowd; he was
| bargaining with a bearded stranger for
| a somewhat dilapidated animal, cast from
| the Kenmare hearse.
| rs it a harse as yer losin' your time
| over Mcky?' she expostulated in her
| shrillest key. "An' what would we do
with a great black haste like that. as
would neither fit in the car nor the byre,
and would just ate US out av house and
| homer
"Oh, he's fine haste. and, barrin' a
| couple av splints and back sinew has a
power av work in him yet" rejoined
| Micky. Sure won't / hire him out for
the ladies through the gap, an always
| great show for the money"
| "A show yourself; don't be going on
wild yer blathering and nonsense; it's an
ass We came to buy, and not a big ele-
| plant like that. The fair is thinnin', old
| Tim has got shut av his pony; so we best
| to buy something to take us home; I'll
| be no party to horse-dealng and hiring
| out, and when we have the right size of
| haste We will find me and the cart at
! Mrs. Floods" and, with an angry toss
| of her yellow head and a whisk of her
blue cloak Mrs. Sullivan fcll back into
| the crowd, leaving a very favorable i'm
| preston upon the women folk, although
| one bold bachelor called out: Sure what
| do We want with the ould hearse horse
| at all, Micky, or any horse whatever,
when We nave such an elegant gray mare
| av yer OWN"
An hour later Mickey arrived at Floods,
jubilant and laxative, followed by two
men leading a smart-.ooking brown ass.
Here We are, Bridgie," he screeched.
i've waited to a good purpose We see;
I've been and bought the gayest donkey
in Munster"
AN time for ye." replied his better half.
Sure every man wan is going. How
much?'
Three pounds five shillings. I bet
them down from five pounds, and they
| were dAluS HNS pOQHuS ten SHllilnSS.
'Oh, akin is one thing and gettin' an
| other. How old is hep
Hes four off, mann" replied his former
owner, decent-looking man in frieze,
land he is well used to a family, and 1
know he will Civ we every satisfaction;
We have only to spake to him, and whoop!
away he goesl Fax, I'll go bail that
within the week We will be loking on him
| as an ould friend"
In ten minutes time Neddy was in the
shafts and Micky Sullivan having taken
potent stirrup cup, relinqulshed the rope
reins to his consort, who was a donkey
driver of no mean skill-there was no
| stronger wrist to chuck mouth, no keen
er eye for a vulnerable place in an ami
mails hide than hers in the whole barony.
However, the new purchase required
neither rrodding nor other modes of per-
| suaslon, but took the road in gallant
style, leaving a considerable circle of adj
mirers around the door of the Three
| Shamrocks. He Travelled we'll and at u
o'clock at night brought his new owners
safe and sound to the door of their own
| crooked cabin.
| Judy, hearing the wheels, ran out with