The Warwickshire Herald. — 1892-06-23 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

GENTLEMAN. An amusing story is told of Haines Barrington, the Irish barrister, who became Rectuder of Bristol. Having to appear for a plaintiff in a case at Clomuel, he attacked the defendant in onmeasered terms. The individual inveighed against not being present, only heard of the invectives. After Barrington, howeter, had got back into Dublin, the defendant, a Tipper. cry man. named Foley, lost no time in paying his compliments to the counsel. He rode all day and night, and, covered w:th sleet, art ived before Barrington's residence in Harcourtstreet, Dublin. Throwing the bridle of his smoking horse over the railing of the area, lie announced his arrival by a thundering knock at the door. Ilarringl on's valet answered the summons, and, oi wiling the street door, beheld the apparition of the rough-coated Tipperary Me eater, with a large stick under his arm, and the sleet sticking to his bushy whiskers. "Is your master up!" demanded the visitor, in a voice that gave some intimation of tho object of his journey. " No," answered the man. " Then give him my compliments, and say 11r. Foley—hell know the name—will be glad to see hitn." The valet went upstairs and told his master, who was in bed, the purport of his visit. " Then don't let Mr. Foley in for your life," said liarriwgnn. "for it is not a hare or a brace of ducks he has coins to present me with." The man was leaving the bedroom when a rough wet coat pushed by him, while a thick voice said, "By your leave," and at the saute time Mr. F..ley entered the bedroom. " You know my business, sir," said he to Barringi oil. "I hive made a journey to teach you mininors, and it's not my purpose to return Until I have broken every bone in your body u,ol at the same time he cut • figure of ~,ht oi-tli his shillelagh before the cheval. glass. " on do not mean to say you would murder me in bed !" exclaimed Daines, who had as much humour as cool courage. '' No, ' replied Llio otl,tr ; " but get up as $OOllOB3Oll Call." " Yes," replied Paine', "thee you might fell me the moment I put myself out of the blankets." "No," replied the other. " I pledge you my word not to touch you till you are out of bed.' " You won't?" "No." "Upon your honour?" "Upon my honour." "That is enough," said Daines, turning over, • and making himself comfortable, and seeming as though he meant to fall asleep. "I have the lidnour of an Irish gentleman, and may ,rest as though I was under the Castle guard. The Tipperary salatnan,ler looked marvel Windy astonishel at the pretended sleeper, but 1. aeon Haines began to snore. " Halloo !" said Mr. Foley. "Aren't you • going to gel up!" ".\o," said Haines: "I have the word of an Irish gentlemm that he will not strike mo in bed, and I am sure I am not going to get up to have any bones broken. I will never get up again. lit the ineantime, Mr. Foley, if you should want your breakfast, ring the bell ; the best in the holt.. is nt your service. The morning paper will be here presently, but be sure and air it before reading, for there is nothing from which it man so quickly catches Cold as reading a damp journal ; " and Wines log••in KeP!). The Tip. had ten in him as well ns ferocity : . ho cola not acsiat the cunning of the coumel. "(let up, Mr. Barrington, for, in bed or out of bed. 1 have not the pluck to hurt so droll • heart." The result was that in less than an hour afterwtmls Haines and his intended murderer were sitting down to it warm breakfast, the loiter only intent upon assaulting a dish of smoking chops.  E. HAYNES, BOOKSELLER, STATIONER, NEWSAGENT, &c.,