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


they all had about low the Red PoocheI
would a been 3ikelyzto have gone to work
he had ventured son the Ian. an how
they'd have nonplused him an got hold OF
him, an the way they'd have larked him
an played him, Ikea cat might mouse
afore marchin' him into Ardhara polls bar
racks, with q yard of rope decora,ln' hts
neck. They would have had the dickenses
own gay time with the buck, there was
no manner of doubt Il he'd only been fool
hardy enough to let his shadow fall on a
daisy on wan Of their lands. But they wor
all agreed-an Misther O'Mara with them
ness, an If he was within big radius OF
them he had TUX pairtikler good care to lie
very low an sing very. very small.
wen; on the last night Of the shootin,
we had regular big Publication: all
hands OF us. I tell we. An. poor divil.
the Red Poocher would have found his
ears burnfn' IL ne had been within any
sort OF reasonable distance Of us-bekase,
there's no doubt of it. we toked a fair
us, SEEM he made such an impudently
Douid start writin' his threatenin notices
70 all hands. as II he was goin' to do the
o1ckens-an' all. an walk right over all OF
our heads. Far Until the night-or Until the
ashamed to tell it. but the thruth's the
thruth-every man lay where he fell. The
English chaps knew how to get around a
quart Of Irish whisky about as well as II
on suckin' bottles, but they give In. An
When 1 give In meself, Mister o Mara, an
Dan, an Tarance seemed as fresh as a
May mornin. bad luck till them.
The sun was purity high In the sky mkt
day. when we shouted an shuk up. An
when We got our eyes opened. an some OF
our senses back again. behould ye wasn't
1t the sergeant himself Of polls an band
what's the row now? says we, when we
seen this army crowdin' the kitchen.
'Nothin'.' says the sergeant himself of the
polls; with heavy sigh. only the Red
Poocher, be d-n to him" What?' says wan
Oh us; an What says all of us. jumpin'
for our firearms. The Red Poocher! Hur-
roo! show us him, sergeant. avic. till we
get the chance of puck at the hinder-end
or his breeches'-an' livery mothers sowl
bruk for the doore. Arrah' says the ser
geant. to pot with yez for blatherin' idiots.
Stand yer grounds till 1 ak ye wan ques-
t1on-Has any Of yez got any returns or
replies from the game yez has sent OFF,
No. none Of them had. For the past three
or four days they had sent messenger to
the office. an then id the London man
for not befn' prompter in replyin and send
in cheques. I thought as much SEE the
sergeant. What the dickens do ye name?
says they. Are all of yez here? seq the
sergeant. All of u.s. says they. lOokin'
roun', an thryin' to count wan another
'Barrtn. says they, then. Misther O'Mara
an his two men,
1Hey uuSt nave Deen dIODt Garnet, OH
sthrolled back to Meenavalla oh, in
deed! says the sergeant-'yes, indeed,
was just thinkin' they tulk rather early
sthroil this mornin. There was a little
note from him, informin' me as much.
dhropped at the barrack doore. this morn
in an adirsin' me to come an look afther
yez or yez would be apt to oversleep yer
selves. an miss the early worm. l called by
Meenavalla house just to satisfy mesef. an
It's as lone as an anshint abbey. Here's a
not I picked up on the table here when
come in-I'm thinkin' that's the names of
the six Of yez on the cover of it. Purity
ell-addhressed, anyhow
with their mouths open so we might
turn yer fist in, them. an their six pairs
of eyes like -windies in a castle,
they had the note tore open In half-a-jif-
fey, an livery man Of the six let out of
him curse might kill a crow in a crab
three-for the note was something like
this: 'Misther O'Mara Of Maith presents
bright oliver young Englishmen Is well as
he'd wish them. an as full Of self-consait
as liver He Is very sorry he has been
called Off suddint. for he should have liked
But If his good friends wouldn't mind call
In roun' by his egg-store in the county
Malth, on their way home to their dear
mothers In England. he promises them
plenty Of pinkin' at pigeons an crows.
'oofs tnruiS' The Red Poocher.'
II said. afther while, May 1 ask you
one question Thomas Dhu?'
q 'Throt 1t out quick, an be done with It,
between whiffs Of his freshly-Ht pipe.
tack on the proper labels on the hampers
before they sent them ofr?''
Did l tell you that while Dan was
maxim the rest Of us merry in Jimmy Kin
nys Tarance, the growler. remained with
"'Oh."