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Braboy remain in the house on the footing of an honored guest, until he had settled himself.
When it became known that he was colored, the landlord, Mr. Dennis O'Flaherty, felt that he had been imposed upon, and, at the end of the first month, served notice upon his tenants to leave the premises. When Mrs. Braboy, with characteristic impetuosity, inquired the meaning of this proceeding, she was informed by Mr. O'Flaherty that he did not care to live in the same house "wid naygurs." Mrs.
Braboy resented the epithet with more warmth than dignity, and for a brief space of time the air was green with choice specimens of brogue, the altercation barely ceasing before it had reached the point of blows. It was quite clear that the Braboys could not longer live comfortably in Mr.
He had no special objection to it, or interest in it, except that he was opposed on principle to having husband and wife in his employment at the same time. As a consequence, Mrs. Braboy, whose place could be more easily filled than that of her husband, received notice that her services would not be required after the end of the month. Her husband was retained in his place as coachman.
But be careful an' don't waste it," she added, for fear she was overdoing the thing. Uncle Wellington was overjoyed at this change of front on the part of Mrs. Braboy; if she would make it permanent he did not see why they might not live together very comfortably. The day passed pleasantly down on the breakwater. The weather was agreeable, and the fish bit freely.
"Why don't you defend yourself?" "You don' know Mis' Braboy, suh; you don' know dat 'oman," he replied, with a shake of the head. "Some er dese yer w'ite women is monst'us strong in de wris'." "Well, Mr. Braboy, it 's what you might have expected when you turned your back on your own people and married a white woman.
"It 'u'd all be well ernuff, Mis' Flannigan, ef I had n' met you; but I don' know whar I 's ter fin' a colored lady w'at 'll begin ter suit me after habbin' libbed in de same house wid you." "Colored lady, indade! Why, Misther Braboy, ye don't nade ter demane yerself by marryin' a colored lady not but they 're as good as anybody else, so long as they behave themselves.
"I don' jes' git dat th'oo my head," said Wellington, scratching that member as though to make a hole for the idea to enter. "It 's quite plain, Mr. Braboy. It 's unlawful to kill a man, but when he 's killed he 's just as dead as though the law permitted it. I 'm afraid you have n't much of a case, but if you 'll go to work and get twenty-five dollars together, I 'll see what I can do for you.
"It are a kind er lonesome life, Mis' Flannigan, an' dat 's a fac'. But sence I had de privilege er eatin' yo' cookin' an' 'joyin' yo' society, I ain' felt a bit lonesome." "Yer flatthrin' me, Misther Braboy. An' even if ye mane it" "I means eve'y word of it, Mis' Flannigan."
"Dey ain' but one lady, Mis' Flannigan, dat could injuce me ter want ter change de lonesomeness er my singleness fer de 'sponsibilities er matermony, an' I 'm feared she 'd say no ef I 'd ax her." "Ye 'd better ax her, Misther Braboy, an' not be wastin' time a-wond'rin'. Do I know the lady?" "You knows 'er better 'n anybody else, Mis' Flannigan.
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