Nelson Chronicle, Colne Observer, and Clitheroe Division News. — 1892-07-29 (Nelson, Lancashire, England)

THE HONOUR OF AN IRISH  GENTLEMAN.  An amusing story is told of Dairies Barring ton, the Irish barrister, who becume Recordcz of Bristol. _ _ .  Baying to appear for a plaintiff in a case at Clonmel, attacked the tleieudant in unmeasured term.. The indivAnal inveighed against nob being inZteput, only heard of the invectives. After BtuTingtou, however, had got back info Dublin, the zyitendant, a Tipperary man, named Foley, lost no time in paying his compliments to the counsel. lie rode all day and night, and, covered with sles9t, arrived before Barrington's residenGe in liz.Z.cCQuast::eet, Dublin. _ _  I,llirowing tne bridle of his smoking horse' over thO Oiling of the area, he announced his "rival by a ;2.,..11.1' ;s-- knock ttb the door. Br!,u,rton'i valet answered the mnWuSj and, opMing the troa-door, beheld the apparition of the rough•coated Tipperary fire-eater, with a large stick under his arm, and the i3l.tet sticking to his bushy whiskers, "Is your master i-Ap 2" demanded the visitor, in a voice that rave some intimation of the object of hii jolv:ney„ "No," answered the man.  " Theti giro him my compliments, and say Mr. Vnley—holt know the natue—will be glad to see him."  The valet went upstairs anti told his master, who wal in bed, the purport of his visib. "Then don't let ?Jr. Foley in for your life," caid Barrington, "for it is nob a hare or a brace of ducks he has come to present) me wit h."  The man was leaving the bedroom when ..a rough web coat pushed by Mtn, while a t'Aick voice said, "By your leave," and at the came time Mr. Foley entered the bedroom. " Von know my business, elr," sai(TA he to Barrington. "I have made a Journe,./ h you manners, and ib'e nob my Pt, to teach you turn until I have broken every ..epose to reP.stne in your bo,ly ; and at the same time b A cut a figure of eight with his shillelagh bAiere the chevalgla9s. 7 "Von do not mean to sr . you would murder me in bed !" exclaimed Dines, who had as much humour as cool coAnge, o," replied the, etl,„.; "but get up as soon as you can." " Ves," replied_ %Ines., "that you might fell me the mor.lent I nut myself out of the blankets."  No," rePrJed the .:ititier. " I pledge you my ..7ord wit)4& taw.ol-, you till you are out of bed." " You rion't ? " ~ "tJp.m your honour " "Upon my honour." "That is enough," said Dailies, turning over, making himself comfortable, and seeming as. though he meant to fall asleep. "I have Olt honour of an Irish gentleman, and may mit as though I was under the Castle guard." The Tipperary salamander looked marvellously astonished at the pretended sleeper, bub soon Daines began to snore. "!" said Mr. Foley. "Aren't you going to get up!" "No," said Daines.; "I have the word of an Irish gentleman that he will not strike me in lied, and am sore I am not going to get up to Lave my bones broken. I will never get up again. In the meantime, Mr. Foley, if you should want your breakfast, ring the bell ; the best in the hou.e is at your service. The morning paper will be here presently, but be sure and air it before reading, for there is -nothing from which a man so quickly catches -cold as reading a damp journal ; " and Dailies -affected to go to sleep. The Tip. had fun in him as well as ferocity ; he could not resist the cunning of the counsel.' " Cet up, Mr. 'Barrington, for, in bed or out of bed, I have not the pluck to hurt so droll a hOar Tho result was that in less than an hour afterwards Dailies and his intended murderer were sitting down to a warm breakfast, the latter only intent upon assaulting a dish of smoking chops. •