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In about half an hour after this discovery, a knock came to the door, and it was intimated to Alick Purcel and M'Carthy, that the Cannie Soogah wished to see them for a minute or two, but that he declined coming in. "Gentlemen," said he, when they came to the hall-door, "I have made up my mind since I left you awhile ago, and I'm come to bid you both farewell.
There were others there that knew you, for I hope you don't think that every man goin' out at night wid a white shirt and a black face on him is a murdherer." "God forbid!" said M'Carthy, "I've been disguised by both myself, as it happens.
"Poor Mogue Moylan," replied Finnerty, "and sadly bate down he was wid this day's Work; I advised him to go to bed as soon as he could, and refresh himself by a good sleep." "Advise!" said a voice, that almost made M'Carthy start, "it's aisier to give good advice than it is to take it; Mogue's not the only fool in this world that won't take good advice when it's given."
He then turned off by a different road; and M'Carthy proceeded at, a very slow pace towards the proctor's, which lay in a right line between the house to which the White-boy had brought him and O'Driscol's.
"Frank M'Carthy," exclaimed Julia, "and a Whiteboy! Oh, yes, be advised by him, Alick; as for me, I care not how soon death comes I have little to live for now!" "If there was time, dear Julia, for explanation, I could soon satisfy you; but, alas! I fear to ask for your father and John."
M'Carthy, from his position the bed, had, by means of a fortunate rift in the blankets, a complete view of the whole party, and he could mark with accuracy, in consequence of their black faces, every grin now made distinctly visible by their white teeth. "Who is the gentleman that snores so beautifully?" asked another of them.
'Tis regardin' Jerry Joyce, ay an' Mr. M'Carthy too, sir." "Jerry Joyce and M'Carthy; well, what about them? Jerry's a rollicking shallow fool, but honest, I think." "Well, Mr. Alick, this is to be buried between you and me. I say, don't trust him; an' as for M'Carthy, it doesn't become the likes o' me to disparage him; but if there's not a traitor to this family in his coat, I'm not here.
We could easily detail them, but such not being our object at present, we will now dismiss the subject of poor-laws, and resume our narrative. Far far different from this description of impostors, were Owen M'Carthy and his family. Their misfortunes were not the consequences of negligence or misconduct on their own part.
Here it is then, Misther Purcel, let you and your sons do what the ould song says 'be good boys and take care of yourselves. Thighin thu? "This is Mr. M'Carthy, Cannie." "Ay, M'Carthy troth 'tis a good ould name. Well, Mr. M'Carthy, all I have to say to you! is, that if you happen to meet a man that gives you good advice, TAKE IT. An' now God be Wid you all, an' spare you to one another!"
You know I'm a dacent father's child, an' I have stooped to you, Owen M'Carthy what I'd scorn to do to any other but yourself poor an' friendless as I stand here before you. Let them take the cows, thin, from my childhre; but the father of the fatherless will support thim an' me.
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