The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-07-21

Mount Juliet Towns daughter-so it is' "Poohi Pooh!' says Thady. Your 1 honor is making a joke of it. There is no comparison between poor Judy and Miss
 Isabella, who has a great fortune, they say"
 Pm not the man to mind u fortune,
 nor ever was,' said Sir Condy proudly Whatever her friends may say, and to make short of it, I'm come to d determi- I nation on the spot, and by this book" says he, snatchng up Thady's ballad
 book, which lay on the window seat, mis-
 taking it for a Bible, and by unls boox and by all the books that were ever opened and shut, it's come to toss-up with me this minute, and I'll stand or fall by the toss Hand me over the pen
 and the ink horn"
 Then he makes a cross on the smooth side of the half-penny. Judy McQuirk, her mark" says he. His hanu was d little unsteadied by the whisky punch, but he made the mark all right. Then Sir Condy threw the half-penny into the air When 1t fell to the flood Thady stopped to look at it as 1t lay. An" sighed he, 'Judy's out of luck and strove to laugh, though his heart was heavy thinking of poor Judy and all that had been going on between her and Sir Condy.
 
 Miss Isabella to Scotland and married her, and Thady met the couple whe | they came back and wished them joy, | like the faithful retainer he was. Am I to walk through all this crowd, my dearest love?" said the new Lauy Rackrent when she saw the great throns 1 of tenants and servants assembled to greet her.
 My dear" said Sir Condy, there is for hut to pt | you, as for as the house. for, you see, 1 the back road is too narrow for the car riage and the great piers have tumble1 down across the front approach so there s no driving the right way by reason of | the ruins"
 Plato, thou reasonest we'll" said my l lady, and later when her foot stumbled on a bit of broken cartwheel, she cried l out; Angels and ministers of grace, de- l fend usl'
 Well" thought Thady, who overheard 1 her, she's a mad woman for certain, 1 and it would have been better, after all, | for my poor master to have married Judy McQuirk who at least has her senses | about her"
 l In spite of the way in which Sir Condy 1 has spent money, the castle and the park
 were in sadly delapidated state; but now everything was put in the finest order l and the family began to live as if there l was no limit to their income. Most people l thought it was Lady Isabella's fortune l they were spending: but It was not, for | her father was so ncensed with her for running away that not a farthing would 1 he give her; and the few thousands she 1 had Of her own from her grandmother /! only served them to begin on. l Where Jason Quirk found the money I or the credit for his master to go on with 1 at such rate was mystery, but he did 1 it. Sir Condy and his lady had the first l chariot, and coach, and horses, and liv- cries. and cut the greatest dash in the
 country. And my lady had the finest ;, clothes, and seldom wore the same thing I twice without it's being made over. 1 As for Judy McQuirk. she took the mat l ter in a sensible manner. and in no way I broke her heart over what could not be I helped, but promptly married the man who used to be Sir Kits huntsman. Sir | Condy rode no more by Judy's door, and after a couple of years her husband enlist | cd and went off, and was killed in the war.
 | Meantime at the Castle my lady, who | had a fine taste in furniture. turned ev- l erything topsy-turvy, refurnishing ths place and making a theatre out of the | barrack room, where they had stage piayf | whleh cost mint of money to get up.