The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 21, 1900, Page 5

THE SUNDAY CALL 7 /, P « ( € Dublin. If it P se for 1ld prove himsel ce. rks, he man in the right p array read his statement in a way that excited e admiration of his father and u re was a doctor of their own—a VN g down life and death to Innisdoyle. They looked plendid Latin and pc vllabled Eng in a superb flood, and it was this look 1 superiority and pride, when Patsy e reading, bedewed with the sweat of t t turned the current of the meet- cle to t highest The devil can't stand ’em O'Reilly to his broth shop. too offensive for endurance,” i Mr drapery eplied I never saw such a raally undelicate e « nity and comsate. But what exp 1 the like of 'em—ignorant bost- ell, gentlemen 1¢ chairman, heavily, for the d in the pump water, and suing from near the boun- had made him very weak in- a terrible sarious subject and one that, 1 stomach of men, we interests of the rate- Mr. Chairman,” corrected rant but superior smile, ned to the ratepayers.” now that’s what T call a superflewous said Mr. O'Reilly. “I'd even be in- insulting to the chairman—" '/AUTHOR OF NNALS o ADULL ToWN, . “ Dr. Murray Read His Jtatement in a Manner that Sxcited the Admiration N of His | i Father and = Uncle to the Highest pitch.” “Insulting? Where's the insult?” demanded the doc- tor’s father and uncle. “Where is it>” Mr. O'Reilly knew very well what he meant, but the fierce challenge for the moment had left him unready to explain “Where's the insult, I say repeated Murray senior. “Oh, 'tisn’t always in words that an insult or slur is cast. There's looks—" “An’ you'd put manings to a man’s looks an’ hang him for 'em? An insult in a man’s looks> O'Reilly, I know the signification an’ maning of this. 'Tis jeal- ousy, mane, vicious jealousy, because your bosthoon of a son failed in college, an’ my son, Dr. Murray here, came out in a blaze of glory—" “Father!” expostulated the doctor, facedly and in an annoyed low tone: “Yes,” shouted the elder Murray, “because my son has Latin an’ Greek enough to spare to supply three parishes like Innisdoyle, because he has learning suffi- cient to land him wherever his fancy would aim—from the dispepsary of his native town to the highest coort in Europe!—an’ your awlawn of an ignoramus hasn't a word to throw to a dog—" Mr. O'Reilly was white and speechless with passion, and it was painful to Hally to witness the condition to which he was reduced. Besides, all this talk about Greek and Latin was really a tacit insult to himself. who had had no college and little other educational advan- tages, and yet who was able, he considered, to “take his own part” as well as most people. “The highest coort in Europe!” he cried derisively “I think I-see his father’s son bringing in a dose of salts-an’-senna on a tray to her Majesty the Queen, or dancing with the Duke of Devonshire’s daughter! Shoo! the flat-footed, common caubogue, the son of seven generations of common caubogues up to their knees in mud till Patsy, senior, trudged into town and bought a public-house, and made, against every predic- tion an’ every tradition, a doctor of his son—a ‘silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” I'm stating plain facts, aren't I, Cyprus Collins?” winking at some of the farmer guardians, who burst into laughter. Cyprus, notwithstanding the almost overpowering rather shame- feeling of nausea induced by the thought of all the bac- teria-infested water he had consumed during the long period of his teetotalism, had yet enough comprehen- sion of what was going on around him to be galled by. the laughter and the question, and the jeering allusions to young Murray, on whom his eye had been set for his daughter Mary Ann for some time past. “If you were telling plain facts,” he said sourly, “I'd be glad of it, for 'twould surely be time for you to be getting acquainted with the truth. But the truth an’ you are as far from each other as yourself an’ raal da- cency, or, for the matter o' that, respectability an’ any of your tribe! - There's what I call ‘plain facts’ for you.” Mr. O’Dell saw that there was a bad row in-pros- pect. He was a peace-loving guardian. and ‘although the others considered him rather “slack” and “pigeon- headed,” yet his efforts¥in the direction of tranquillity were often invaluable to the board. “Ah,” he said now, “listen to me, neighbors. What's the use of spending the time we intended to give to the terribly urgent question of the town’s water supply in raking up old sores?” “But what does he mean?” roared Hally, “by throw- ing the doings of my connections at me and my ‘tribe’? Am I responsible for the behavior of my wife's people? Am 1, as the Scripture says, my wife’s brother’s keeper, an’ if he was convicted of embezzlement and forgery, and so forth, is my character smerched by it? I'll have the heart's blood of the one that'll say anything of the sort! Because I married (to my misfortune) into a Collins’ connection (your own second-an’-third cousins, Cyprus, remember that when you slap their history at me!) is that a r'ason why every Collins in Munster should own me an’ my reputation? Collins, stand out here, if you're a man!” “An’ if he does stand.out he’ll have one to back him,” cried Mr. Fox, a rural guardian. “Not through love of the Collinses, mind you, for I despise their seed,’ breed and generation, but because, low as they are, 1 consider 'em misfortunate entirely in having joined themselves with the Hallys! There’s such a hole as the deepest depths of degradation, an’ there’s where the Collinses landed when they got in with Hally an’ his lot. An’ for that rason I'll back poor Cyprus up against the gang that pulled him into the mud en- tirely! Cyprus, looking anything but grateful for this cham- pionship, was plainly about to say something stinging in_reply when Mr. O'Dell nervously cleared his throat. “There’ll be blue murder in a minute; we'll all get en-, tangled in the row if 'tisn’t put a stop to,” he' said to himself. “Well, don't be talking!” he cried. breaking into laughter, apropos of nothing at all, apparently— “’tis a queer world!” 5 The others looked at him with impatient contempt. This unmeaning interruption of an interesting quarrel annoyed them intensely. “I "was reading last night,” O’Dell went.on, “about Sir Boyle Roche and the time the French irvasion was expected on the coast here. ‘Mr. Sp'aker,’ says he in Parliament, ‘we’re in great danger, for one of the very first things the French will do will be to burst in upon us here and after hacking and murdering us, maybe throw our bleedine heads upon that table to stare us in the facel’” O'Dell chuckled convulsively and the rest regarded kim with disgust and scorn. What was the bird-witted fellow laughing and choking about? What was there to laugh-at in his story, anyway? 1 7 “I hate foolish interruptions like I hate poison,” cried Hally, whose very ‘vitals yearned for a renewal of the Collins hostilities. The truth was that ever since the marriage of Hally’s daughter with the great County Clare half-sir (a thousand pounds, Hally had boaste had been her portion) there had been talk in doyle that secretly helped to blight the proud triumph in that grand event. Rumors of a remark malignant nature—that he Hally, had borrowed “fortune” at 12 per cent and would never be able to half the interest, to say nothing of the principal, the Clareman, who was fastidious, although his father was only a pawnbroker, had drawn out of the match more than once, and had finally been secured only ir consideration of an additional hundred pounds in form of a couple 6i I O signed by Hally's wel relations—these and many other things of the kind had been “given out” at various wakes, weddings, funerals and other social events. One by one, as ugly chick- ens came to Hally's to ro. the marks and tokens them were examined closely in the hope of « the hatchers of the foul brood. Rightly or otherwise, Innis- off iscovering efforts to settle some daughters of her own. ing sense of injury in Hally burst out lava-like “So I'm a liar, am I?” ‘he‘roared, “and 'tis Cyprus Collins that tells me so? I'm a liar and on the verge cf bankruptcy, and I had to borrow my tune from the usurers because the banks wo ave nothing to do with % aith, that's exa what's going the rounds,” said dian, in a tone whose satis veiled igh re of a rural gua ily decently lant over it,” cried picion flashing across d Mr. O'Dell as ar n he had an enemy once | reap up his his Green!—I'll reap leg under him—" you take an in that's fication own ears [ r ps O'Dell an’ his people and abc neighbor, there, that ( else, ought to have kept you ir pipe now and smoke it!” The looks of new-born dist which the others regar Shannon he & 't it yourself, " he velled, * w that began all the A st ed look took po ! ¥ he groanc s the boy we treated so kindly T troubles a ject for his two notorious P erty—belled abo his eyes it why did | his poisonous t know who ruined derstood well that T w Bidalia an’ that’ uncle was a s oh my hadn’t a s s A to get in with the Rourkes yourseli, you w hat o servant-maid for a grandmother “If she was ed Mr nness who had not hitherto t who, having married 2 aisy—taking time t T water works and home rul 1 ever p and rare’ all in good time - r - 100 “ha crows begin to sing!” Sent. a Sealed Bottle of the Water to the Government Analyst, Who Found It Teeming With Dangerous Growths.