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"Let every man, woman, and child, come one, come all, across the room and crook the convivial elbow on my ill-gotten gains!" he calls out. So everybody orders something; Tim Mahoney going in behind the bar to help out.
Well, about three days before the show I went up to Masonic Hall to see about the stage decorations, and I was waiting while some one went down to the Turf Exchange to get the key off Tim Mahoney, the janitor Tim had lately had to do janitor work for a B'nai B'rith lodge that was holding meetings there, and it had made him gloomy and dissolute and, while I was waiting, who should come tripping along but Egbert Floud, all sunned up like a man that knows the world is his oyster and every month's got an "r" in it.
"I'm Bridget Mahoney, young masther," the old Irishwoman answered, "at your service, sorr." "I hear you haven't found your son yet," Hamilton said; "did you write to him before you left the old country?" "I did, dear, but I intoirely disremember what I did wid the letther.
As we re-entered the prison we were greeted with a deafening yell. It came from the caged British prisoners. "Hullo, boys! What cheer, Mahoney!" they shrieked. "Have they dished you again? Thought you were going home? Well, we're mighty pleased to see you back at the 'Zoo'!" and there was another wild exhibition of simian acrobatics upon the bars for our especial amusement.
But Newton did not live to know of some good fortune that came to me and to feel my gratitude to him, as dear old John Mahoney did. When I was next in London he was gone. It was not, however, the actor, Newton, whom I had in mind in offering a bread-upon-the-water moral, but a certain John Hatcher, the memory of whom in my case illustrates it much better. He was a wit and a poet.
On the floor, behind the barricades, a dozen of my men were peering out along the brown carbine barrels, eager and expectant, cartridges piled beside them on the floor. At the front door I encountered Mahoney, so excited he could hardly talk. "What is it?" I questioned swiftly. "An attack in front?"
We had barely completed this work when Mahoney came out into the hall, his head bound up with a blood-soaked rag. "A foine, lively shindy, Leftenant," he said, grinning amiably. "Bedad, but Oi thought they had us that last toime Oi did that." He glanced about curiously. "An' ye must hav' had it hot in here too." "It was hand to hand, Sergeant, and we lost some men four dead.
Get busy, and barricade every door and window on this floor; use the furniture, or whatever you get hands on. Miles, take the south side, and Mahoney, the north. No shooting until I give the word; we won't stir up this hornets' nest until we have to."
My new cook, unfortunately, had been out of sight of land, and that for weeks together. She was fresh from the Emerald Island. When she presented herself I saw in her but small promise. Having learned on enquiry that her name was Alice Mahoney, I said: "How long have you been in this country, Alice?" There was a moment or two of hesitation. Then she answered: "Sax months, mum."
"Not until I speak to them, Mahoney. We'll give the fellows fair warning first." I hurried back with him, and a soldier stepped aside to give me opportunity to look out. A glance was sufficient. A regiment of cavalry was halted under the trees of the lawn, the men dismounted and standing at the heads of their horses. Apparently they were, merely waiting orders.
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