The Winslow mail., 1900-01-25
REVOLT OF MR.. MCCARTHY
For One Night He Had His Way and
His Say in His Own Home Part
of the Time.

mouse. Inc IuTlQSr uI) toward the roof
you go the tougher it gets, and they
live at the top. The cat tries to look
like a respectable cat when she is on
her good behavior. But it is wasted eff
fort, for everybody knows what the
cat is after the disclosures made by
Mrs. O'Toole when she is tipsy enough
to tell the truth. Mrs. O'Toole is the
mother-in-law of Mr.. Mccarthy. She
has her say and her way while Mr.. N1c-
Carthy is trying to lead the life of a
sober man and going about his own
business. The truth is, Mr.. Mccarthy
prefers to be sober. He lets his wife
and his mother-in-law drink his share,
and he makes no complaint, and he lets
them call him names while they drink,
and he makes no defense. But all this
time he is simply keeping his thoughts
to himself, and what is in him when he
Is sober comes out when he is drunk.
Mr.. Mccarthy took a notion the other
night that he wanted to speak his mind
freely and easily to his mother-in-law,
so he went out and drank himself up to
the required courage. Then he stag
own castle door like it's lord and master.
He was let in as if he were a man with
a recognized right, and when he stalked
in old Mrs O'Toole scampered out like
an alert old deer. Her say and her
way were ousted for that night, and
she had no objection to make, for this
was an occasion when the rights of an
o41,o,, o1 bar
"Take your ugly Irish mug out o
here!" shouted Mr.. Mccarthy, not see
ing any face at all, but knowing that
two faces were turned in his direction,
wherever they were. ''You ought to be
punched back into Ireland, you old
Irish biddy"
Irish, am I?' asked Mrs. O'Too1e
from a safe distance. can phwat air
you an the loikes of yez?"
'I'm going to put you out" said Mr..
Mccarthy. I'm going to put you out
tonight, you old drawed-up, skinny
shanl1ed biddy!"
This proved too much for Mrs.
O'Toole. The ruler in her resented it,
and, pitching her voice in its highest,
shrillest key, she began calling him
hard names, while Mrs. Mccarthy
pitched into him with sleeves up and
gloves off. In few minutes Mrs. Nc
Carthy had floored Mr.. Mccarthy, and
every time he got off another opinion
in regard to his mother-in-law, bang!
would go his head against the floor.
Mrs Mccarthy worked silently. She
la i0ht ba
sort of off-hand work that would yield
her return for eXertion. Mr.. Nc
Carthy took no notice of her atten-
tions to himself. With one choke he
could have put quietus on her energy.
But it isn't in him when sober to strike
a woman, and it doesn't occur to him
when drunk to do it.
All this time the cat set back under
the bed making big eyes at the perform
ance and congratulating herself that it
was Mr.. McCarthy's night instead of
Mrs O'Toole's. Though Cat O'Toole-
that's her name in full is a cat, she
experiences lot of human misery. But
it has saddened her young life, for
when Mrs. O'Toole is drinking she eX~
pends all the ugly force within her upon
Cat. It is Mrs. O'Toole's cat, and surely
she has a right to treat it as she pleases.
Mr.. Mccarthy got his say out and let
Mrs. O'Toole have the last word. Mrs.
Mccarthy then began giving him few
extra punches for looking so foolish
and vacant, and more than all because
he was slowly assuming that expression
% ~ o1.iy, toth lYnarC nr
not. His head wobbled as 1t went up
and down and his mouth opened and
closed. This went on till Mr.. McCar-
thy got what he considered enough,
and he turned over and said, as cool as
if he were sober:
"Mary Ann," he said, ''do you know
you ought to be punched back into Ire
land, too? 1 am going to punch you
there next week"
Mary Ann stopped the punching and
bouncing of Mr.. McCarthy's head short
off and set up howl that sent the cat
out to Mrs. O'Toole 1t broke her heart
entirely to have him even intimate that
America could be home to him without
her, and she cried so bitterly that Mrs.
" lOOlt > ONu uCdl ian ~ anu
bursted, and she went softly to Mr.. Nc
Carthy's side. She patted him gently
on the cheek.
"Come on, son." she said, winningly.
"Come, get on the bed. God bless you!
God bless you, my child"
''Take your ugly Irish mug out O.
here, 1 said!" shouted Mr.. Mccarthy,
giving a vicious kick in her direction.
Thoroughly eXasperated at this re-
buff, Mrs. O'Toole cut a bee line for the
door and jumped into the hall as if pur-
sued by snakes.
"You dare do i'll" she shouted, hunt
ing around in her brain for some mean
name that would suit the impudence of
him. You don't dare to put me out,
you-you-you bedbug, you!"
Just here some one below raped on
the wall for order. Mr.. Mccarthy called
to his mother-in-law to come in and not
have folks think she was fussing.
a little later they all pulled the
draperies Of their couches about them
Y Sun