Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-07-06

for in its best days. afore the bad name got
out on 1t.
'Misther McCran, as We may well sup
pose, was purity plaised with himself over
how he hooked the poor divfl O'Mara. who
mightn't know grouse-if he saw wan
from geeraffe.
Me and Misther McCran hadn't been on
the very best of terms for lee an long, but
as soon as he set the shoOtin' till O'Mara
he writ me ietther wantin' to know If
would taken over the gam ekeepin ov Nee
navalia wanst more. He done me wrong,
he condensation since the Red Poocher
had been too able for himself twas small
wondher he was too able for me. He
pitched upon me now as balm the man who
vast ablest to meet an watch the rascal
If he dar'd make attempts on the Ian
again For, We must undherstan', If the
red fella hadn't throubled Meenavalla or
its naighborhood for three years or so he
wasn't idle elsewhere; the Sorra a SaiSOn
went by that there didn't come some new
story, or bunch of stories from some I'M
lucky corner or other about him. An Nee
nayalla, besides not bein let. an so not
well watched, was pooched and double
pooched every year of them be some pooch-
er or other, an 1t might as well as not
have been by the lad himself. Anyhow,
Misther McCran sayed We wor goin' to put
our best foot forrid this satson an win
hack for Meenavalla it's good name an
| fame. an make 1t Of some valuey to its
owners; he'd come himself he sayed, to
identify Misther OMara, there couldn't
be no mistake, an to give me dirachions
an advice, an likewise talk to the polls
an get them to keep particular watch upon
Meenavafla. l wasn't on no account to
breathe a syllable about Red Poochers or
poochin to O'Mara. laist we'd frighten the
life out of the poor divii. an have his heels
takln' near cuts for the County Maith an
MS little egg store again.
Mlstner McCran made offer Of very fine
terms entirely to me, so / threw up job
Mely of Scuilogue (son to oul' Owen-marcy
on him3 an come an TUX charge of Meena-
valla.
That was early in July. On the 18th
! OF August, to the hour. Misther McCran
| an Misther OMara with him, both of
| them havin' Joined together at the Stra-
I banne Junction, was driven up till the
! doore on Paddy Boyle's car, of Glenties.
an | give them eead mile failte, both.
| Mlsther McCran stopped all that day an
! overnight; an We walked O'Mara roun'
| part of the shootin an from the top of
I the hill give him a look at most of it.
| Thrue, he didn't know much about
grouse or game fowls-hut he wouldn't
be tired boastin' about the daith an de-
| sthruction he often wrought among the
| crows an pigeons. 1 promised, IL he could
| of a gun. I'd mighty soon initiate him inti
| the mystheries of grOuse-killin', an he'd
think crows an pigeons purtiklerly silly
child's play afther. Red Poocher' nivel
| crossed wan of our lips while we wor ir
his hearin'. But Misther McCran, afore he
left, went Until the polls barracks in Ard
hara, an read them a lecthur about the
Red Fella. an let them know he'd houlG
them responsible If they let that highway
robber an cutthroat come slouchin' aroun
| his lam wanst more. The sergeant of polls
| promised that bee wouldn't buzz in al
| Meenavalla that saison but there wouldn't
| be polisman at its lug maxim a note OF
| it. Misther McCran laid on me as many
| directions as would make a dixonary-an
| then he went of contented.
Il was plottin' in me own mind how II
| keep Misther O'Mara from hearin tell OF
the Red Poocher, an a purity tick1esoms
parable 1t was-bekase eviry man an his
| mother standn' within twenty mile o.
| ground had Meenavalla an the Red Pooch
er coupled together the tip of thei
tongue. But. might Well "a saved mesel
| the throuble, for behould ye, the very sec
ond mornin he was there young Edward
| Mughan's son Jimmy. who had been at tn,
Office lookin for an Amerfky letter from
Franeie God bliss the boy an prosper HIND
brought back letther addressed to Mis-
| Their O'Mara of Maith. now shootin' a
| Meenavala.' An when he opened 1t, 1 seer
that he read 1t no less nor four times over
an afther the fourth readin' calls upon me
an says he: Can we read?' L cam says
If its prent or nice writin'.' It's nice
writin' nor it's readin'.' says ne, so IA