The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-09-21

Portable cottage in Cornakelly, rent
ed at no less than sixpence a week
vas looked up to as an authority OF
much weight on all subjects that
/ cropped up in our local debates, from
divinity and medicine down to cock
fighting He nightly expounded the
law and the prophets TO an interested
and admiring audience OF good Corn
akelly folk, and when weighrier sub
1ects tagged and the temper of his
audience required it he entertained
them TO a wonderful tale drawn from
his inexhaustible store OF personal
reminiscences-be the same truthful
or otherwise And We loved TO listen
TO him This is one OF the tales he
used to tell:
Well, | suppose it's now near about
let me see, five. or maybe I might
say, six, an thirty years ago that
was one night belated on me thrayels
In the County Monaghan. in purity
lonely country about half-a-score
miles from the place they call Car
rlckmacross- l pushed on an on.
str1kin up a whistle for company
sake. an | rhraveled on an on. nairh-
er meetin' luck nor likely place. till
torst II O'Clock, when | dhrev on q
light that | saw about ten parches of
the road, maxim up me mind to go
no farther that night, even if | had
TO sleep in byre When | got close
TO II the stream of light from the open
door showed me a horse ready sad
died standin' by, when out comes an
elderly man Meself remained in the
shade OF the hedge till he passed an
then | lifted the latch an walked into
the house
Sakes alive,' says the girl. start
IN VINO are ye, or where did ye come
from or what do ye want?'
Well,' says l. yell excuse me. /
know, answerin' all yer questions at
once. But regardin' the first I'm
Condy Haraghey to the rest OF the
world an Condy Dhu to nv aiouals
l come from as good county as is to
be found In Ireland-if not betther-
the County Of Dinnygal- An as to
"nere I'm goin', l can't give We a
straight answer. for l lost me vav
an am wandherin' about for the MAST
Two hours with more turns an twists
than dhrfmin dhun's tail on a hot day
but nope III be able. with yer kind
to set meself down in a
corner here an wait for mornin''
but sac raised such roolve-
oooiye, an commenced maxim such a
sore lament. that meself hoists me
PACK on me back in the divil of a fine
aumor, an wfshin' her pleasant
1nreams-from me teeth QUIT loft
me mousse an commenced pokin' about /
lor oyre or barn where / could leon
corner of the floor warm till morn
n But. avic. l wasn't scarcely ont
Is long as the routin' of a COW when
FOUND a knock at the door. an If
vas opened by the girl, an there
"a" hne young fella at it. with tbe /
Of sarvint boy.
Both of them retired inside IN.
hey closed the door; an know :,
vas wrong. but l couldn't resist fl
stoie 10 the window at the other end
! the house to watch the proceedin,s
me nrst hauled out a kilt goose from
'nere 1t was hid undher some etr.
= ootn OF them took to the pluckin'
I II Tor life an death. an thew mn,
ID the pot over a roarin' fire tiu
ney give 1t good plump of a hoil
m when 1t was done she nnt !,
ne taoie' an beside 1t a big loaf an,
esioe that he put black BOTTLE ~
cry respectable size that he had in
Is pocket. an tell you it vathered
,e teeth to watch the two of them
ittin down to the feed
but maybe 1t wasn't the do,,...
me to hear, afore the two watches
40 r1gnt begun to enjoy their go
le tnramp OF the horse comm hack
the nouse-an' this nearly rs eood
an nour afore his time. In anotha-
nnnit l saw that they heerd n 49,
Kun for Yer life, seq she
heu meet me II l 20 ont 10, h
lslie murther,' no a
undher that heap of straw Wit,
> Tor Hiven's sake says she
onoer heap of straw beside n.
NJ ne got an she had only iusr 90,
e black bottle hid up the ch,mh,v
Tue loai under tin basin on ~,
lresser, an the goose undber sne
hen IN walks the man of the honse
mesen didn't wait for him to \. . .
ious I'LL l walks in afther hin, 49,.
e pack on me back. He turnad
looked at me. an d
Who are We. or where are vs 6
- says he 'e 90
isn't 1t the grand night ent,r.,x :
'rd be thankit.' says l. lawn. d. =
pack coolly In the corner n . :,
lawin 1orrit chair to the fire :,
Well. that's what | cali d. o.
OIL says he. lookin' hard a, ,n s1eeu a.
Where do We come from en o.
'Dinnygal.' says l.
Freemasons thereg' saws ba OF
NO end OF them says l az
You one~ says he. III
Since was able to Green. save W
ne SAID nothin' more. but ken, W "
'hn hard at the turf. S.vs p 10
What about somethin' to ate 200,
N | feel my stomach erwin =. 70
It's all it'll have for II, u
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