The Savannah morning news., 1901-03-17

says he. you haven't murdered ny poor
Old notaeT-in--aE2"
on couldn't hep Il. couldn't help
IT, says the publican
Donal Ef.ed her up and showed him that
she was dead
Ard now" says he to the publican,
Tomorrow morning. p.ease God, III
have you hung for murder"
On, don't DO it, On coo't % IT, says
The Publican. and II pay you well"
4 don't know about that says D0nal,
says re. Money would never make Up 10
me for the loss that poor Old woman Is
- me. She was the best mother-tn-isw
ever lived" And says he. Il think I must
nave you hung for IL"
II you spare me this time says the
pu5.scan. says ne, I'm give you a bag Of
gold and bag Of silver"
Ard after a good wnile's arguing. Donal
consented al last, though he was crying
sore Cor the loss OF his poor old mother
in-law
He took the bag OF god and the bag
Of silver. and put them into the cart
and started for home. And when he got
home, he went down 70 ConaIs to Dor
row a busael measure this day sg1n.
And when conal saw the man coming
walking in alive that ne believed be had
murdered the night before, i was his
I eyes that did open in wonder.
But he gave him the bushel measure,
I ard when Donal went of with IT, Il
wonder says Conal, what does ne want
/ with the buEhel measure this day." Says
+ he: 4 should ike TO go and see"
! So. as It was night. he started away
[ for DonaFs: end he went to Donals win
! dow and looked In: and there he sees
+ him measuring out another bag Of gold
+ and silver By che busheL And then ne
+ walked in and asked him how did he come
/ By al that gold and silver.
We'll" says Donal' when you came
I last night and thought that you were
/ numbering me, ye did me the best turn
/ ever you did me in your life before. for
/ be mistake, 1t was my poor o.d mother-in-
! law ye murdered. An I took her corpse
/ with me into the town beyond this morn
/ ing, and there there's such a demand for
I old moiher-in-laws for making powder out
/ Of them, because the Kings goin' to the
wars, that they give a bag Of gold and
bag of silver for every mother-in-law
l that's brought to them"
rs that 500" says Conai. says he.
Why" says he, i've two o & nother-in-
| laws beyond al home. an they're the pest
Of me life. for they're continually pick
1 ing at one another or picking at me. all
+ the day long. Wouldn't II be a grand
/ thing to get rid OF them. an he made
rich man all at one stroke!"
So very little time he lost until he was
/ at home, and had knocked down and
killed dead his two mother-in-laws. And
/ in the morning early. he was up ard took
| TO the road for the town, with the corpse
I Of a mother-in-law over every shou der.
/ When he came into the town, he start
/ ed UP and down the street. singing out:
/ "Mother-in-lawsi Mother-in-iawsl Who
/ will buy old mother-in-laws? for making
| gun-powder?"
( Such a sight as that had never been
/ seen or heard OF before. and the people
/ all crowded out TO see. And then they
/ began TO jeer and TO laugh; and at length
/ the scamps OF the town got after him,
/ and they began to stone him And they
stoned and stoned Coual till they nearly
/ stoned the life out of him. And he had
/ to pitch his old mother-in-lsws one over
/ one ditch and another over another ditch,
/ and run for his life for home.
And when he came home. he didn't rest
/ or eat until he started of 10 Donars. AM
/ swore that he wouldn't leave him living
/ this time
/ He took a fine. strong bag with him.
/ and when he got to DonaVs. he put Donal
I into the bag and threw him over his
4 shoulder and took him away TO a deep
I river that was seven miles off. to drown
/ him. For. says he to Donal. I'm determin-
ed that you viii never fool me more"
II was a hot and a drowsy day as he
0
eled the most Of the way, he was very
thirsty, so he stopped at a public house.
and he hung the bag to a tree that was
outside while he went in to get a drink
himself.
And when he was in taking the drink
Donal. looking through a wee hole in the
Rag. secs a drover c~ming up with a
great drove Of very fine bullocks. and as
he came up. Donal begins to sing out OF
the bag.
"Oh! I'm going TO Heavenl
OH I'm going to Heaven
on! It's grand to 50 TO Heaven,
Where the golden apples grow"
And the drover. when he heard this.
stopped an az once. and saws he: "Och!
but It's happy for ye. wish Il was me
was Foin' IN your place"
do YOU" says Donai out OF the bag
"Oh. Irdeed ] do says the drover.
"Wel." SAYS Douai says he. I'm no
way bad-hearted nor never vas and
says bel, - ean 10 20 Heaven any day
Rnt 10 you're - very anxious" he says
'Iil ief sou 20 this time"
"lf you go" Gays the droYer SAYS he
an Riye you al this isg drove u bull
locks, and nm always pray Cor you when