Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-01-26
REVOLT OF Mr.. MCCARTHY
His Say In His own Home Part
OF the rime.

YOU 20 the tougher it gets, and they
live at the top. The cat tries to look
like respectable cat when she is on
her good behavior, But ii 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.. Nc
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. lie let's his wife
and his mother-in-law drink his share,
and he makes no complaint, and he let's
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 notion the other
night that he wanted to speak his mind
freely and easily 10 his mother-in-law
so he went out and drank himself up to
the required courage. Then he stag
gered up the stairs and marched to his
own castle door like its 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.
other commanded her respect
"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 r." asked Mrs. O'Toole
from n safe distance. AN phwat all
you an the loilles 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
shanked 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 hin
hard names, while Mrs. Mccarthy
pitched into him with sleeves up ant
gloves off. In few minutes Mrs. Nc
Carthy had f1oored Mr.. Mccarthy, ant
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. Sh,
looked as If she might be doing som'
sort Of off-hand work that would yielt
her a return for exertion. Mr.. Nc
Carthy took no notice of her atten
tons to himself. With one choke h,
could have put quietus on her energy
But it isn't in him when sober to strik
a woman, and it doesn't occur to hin
when drunk to do il.
All this time the cat set back undel
the bed making big eyes at the perform
ance and congratulating herself that i
was Mr.. McCarthy's night instead o
Mrs. 0'Toole's. Though Cat O'Toole
that's her name in full-is cat, sh
experiences lot of human misery. Blu
it has saddened her young life, TO
when Mrs. O"Toole is drinking she eX
ponds all the ugly force within her upoi
Cat. tits Mrs. O'Toole's cat, and'surel,
she has a right to treat it as she pleases
Mr.. Mccarthy got his say out and lie
Mrs. O'Toole have the last word. Mrs
Mccarthy then began giving him few
extra punches for looking so foolisl
and vacant, and more than all becaus
he was slowly assuming that expression
of not caring whether school keeps o
not. His head wobbled as it went II
and down and his mouth opened an,
closed. This went on till Mr.. McCar
thy got what he considered enough
and he turned over and said, as cool a
if he were sober:
MARY Ann" he said, "do you know
you ought to be punched back into Ire
land, too? | am going to punch 20,
there next week"
Mary Ann stopped the punching an,
bouncing Of Mr.. McCarthy's head shor
off and set up howl that sent the ca
out to Mrs. O'Toole. II broke her hear
entirely to have him even intimate tina
America could be home to him withou
her, and she cried so bitterly that Mrs
O'Toole's own heart fairly dubbed an
bursted, and she went softly to Mr.. Nc
Carthy's side. She patted him GENT
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 {
here, said!" shouted Mr. McCarth!
giving a vicious kick in her direction.
Thoroughly exasperated at this rt
buff, Mrs. O'Toole cut a bee line for III
door and jumped into the hall as If pun
sued by snakes.
"You dare do It'll" she shouted, hum
ing around in her brain for some mca
name that would suit the impudence c
him. you don't dare to put me on
you-you-you bedbug, you'll"
Just here some one below raped o
the wall for order. Mr. Mccarthy Gale
to his mother-in-law to come in, and G
have folks think she was fussing.
A little later they all pulled tn
draperies of their couches about theI
and lay down to pleasant dreams.-N
Y. Sun.
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