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But th' judges say: 'Hold on, there; yell have to weigh out, an' a little later a notice is posted up that Dorgan is disqualified f'r ridin' undherweight in th' matther iv soul. On th' other hand, there's little Miss Maddigan, th' seamstress. She's all but left at th' post; she's jostled all th' way around, an' comes in lame, a bad last. But she's th' only wan iv th' lot that's kept th' weight.
"Plaise your honor, he wasn't present I left him outside, in regard that I didn't think he was fit to be trust a safe with no matther, 'twas for a raison I had." He gave a look at M'Clutchy as he spoke, compounded of such far and distant cunning, scarcely perceptible and such obvious, yet retreating cowardice, scarcely perceptible also -that no language could convey any notion of it.
Thady, what's the matther? has anything happened the owld man?" "What owld man?" "Your father." "No, nothing's happened him; but but Captain Ussher is dead!" "Gracious glory no! why he was laving this for good and all this night. And how did he die?" and he whispered in his master's ear "did the boys do for him?" "I killed him by myself," answered Thady, in a whisper. "You killed him, Mr.
"Phelim," said the mother, "did you take anything while you wor away?" "Did I take anything! is it? Arrah, be asy, ould woman! Did I take anything! Faith you may say that!" "Let us know, anyhow, what's the matther wid you? asked the father. "Tare-an'-ounze!" exclaimed the son, "what is this for, at all at all? It's too killin' I am, so it is."
Th' result is that whin Hogan comes home he don't know what's happened. He doesn't know who's been murdhered or whether Chicago or Pittsburg is at th' head iv th' league. "An' summer is th' best time iv th' year f'r news. Th' heat an' sthrong dhrink brings out pleasant peculyarities in people. They do things that make readin' matther. They show signs iv janus.
Otherwise th' libry may get mixed up with readin' matther on th' table. Th' shelf shud thin be nailed to th' wall iliven feet fr'm th' flure an' hermetically sealed. "What books does he riccomind? Iv course there's such folklore as Epicbaulus in Marsupia an' th' wurruks iv Hyperphrastus.
"Ah," said the worthy priest, "this, I fear, is another of those awful cases of desertion and death that are too common in this terrible and scourging visitation. We must not pass here without seeing what is the matther, and rendering such assistance as we can."
'Twas all in the way av fair fight, though, for niver did I raise my hand excipt whin they had provoked me to ut. "'Tis all well, sez wan av thim, 'but who's to do this shootin'? "'Fwhat matther? sez Vulmea. 'Tis Mulvaney will do that at the Coort-martial. "'He will so, sez the man, 'but whose hand is put to the trigger in the room?
'You've the head av a drowned man on your shoulders, sez he; 'an' you're goin' where you'll get a worse wan. 'Come back, sez he. 'Let me go, sez I. 'I've thrown my luck over the wall wid my own hand! 'Then that's not the way to get ut back again, sez he. 'Have out wid your throuble, ye fool-bhoy. An' I tould him how the matther was. "He sucked in his lower lip.
Faith, Mr. M'Clutchy, I could tell where the cow grazes that was milked for that! Awough! However, no matther, I'm rantin' Regan from sweet Anghadarra Regan the Rake that never seen to-morrow. Whish! more power!" "That will do, Regan; you have not your rent." "Oh! d n the penny, as usual. Success! "Well, but what's to be done? I must come down."
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