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4 14And LEE, —OR— tHE YANKEE !N IRELAND. BY PAUL PEPPERGRASS, ESQ., Author of "Shandy McGuire," "The Bpae wife," etc. CHAPTER XI.—Continued. 'Deny you? O, holy patience, did man or mortal iver hear the like?" "Shut up, you lying rascal," shouted Weeks, gesticulating at bis iunocent looking tormentor ''shut up, you un principled scamp you know in your soul who I am—if you have a soul— but you hain't,—dang the one you havelM "O, my poor man," responded Laxity "how hardened a sinner you must be to pass yourself off for the good, inno cent, modest gentleman, that's novr ly ing sound Rsleep in his vartuouH bed!" Laxity's cool impudence at last BO pro voked the Yankee that he could hardly restrain himself. Once or twice, in deed, he hitched up hia shoulderB and showed symptoms of battle but his re sentment as often cooled down again •srithoufc further mischief, "You'll get comfortable quarters," said Lanty "never tear but av coorse you'll take dhocb in dhorris (stirrup cup) with Ufl, afore you go, to the health of the Jiew-mairisd couple.v ."What's that?" "Why, something to warm ye, after the cow Id rain." "Don't drink," said Weeks. "JKoiiyeuse*" "No, sit, I'm a WasMngionian.v' "A what?" "A Son of Temperance.,J "Psliaugh—a son of both eration. I'm ashamed o? ye. Hilloa there! Hudy wnagcrti, being in the bottle.'' '•Ton may bring in a hogshead, said: Week). "I shan't taste it." you in that condition! Why, the heavens be about na d'ye mane to put a baud in yer own life?" "None of your confounded business. I shan't di ink your darued liquor—that's all." "Well, yeTl die if ye don't—and that'(I. be a burnin disgrace to the coun thry, if ye were even as great a thief as James Freny himself. Hoot, man, wha-t'd yer people say of us if we let ye die here in ould Ireland for want of a glass of stout potheen? Here, take this, and swallow it, like a sensible man." "Away with it," cried Weeks. l-Be aisy, avonrneen, be aisy" "Take it away, or by thunder I'll break your bottle and glass in pieces and makmg a plunge, he attempted to force a passage through the crowd, but was again driven back into the centre of the group, '•Leu me out," he shouted, now com pletely excited "let me out. ye beggar ly Irish virmin. I despise your liquor, and your country to boot. I spit upon you and your nation, for you're both as mean as dirt." "Ha, ha! there now,'* cried Lanty,. laughing, with the bottle and glass in his hands—' "there now, that's more of yer New England friendship. But niver mind, if ye were a Yankee fifty times over, we won't titrate ye the worse for that. Come, take this drop—you'll be the beUher of it." "Let me out." "Whisht, irmn »ure it's nil for your own good Arrah, don't refuse to drink to the bride and groom. It's as much as yer .life's worth to refuse it. Take it, it'll warm ye—taste it, any way—it's the deuce i' the barley—it is the rale ould ianishowen," broke out from several voices, each raising higher than the other, till poor Weeks knew not what to say, nor what side to turn to. Still he obstinately refused to touch the beverage. '•Well boySj" said Lanty, at last, "take hold of him, and lay him down, since nothing else will save him. What somiver the erathyur is, we're Christians sure, any way, and can't let iiim die fur want of a thrifie of medicine. It is a liberty we take, my good man, to be sure, and still it's 'betther do that, than have yer death on our sowls, the lor be tween us an harm.'' "The sorrah take him, the spalpeen,5' said one of the bystanders "isn't he nice about it? ye'd think it was a physic he was goin to swallow." •lBegorra, I niver heerd the like of it." "It's a bad sign to Bee him refuse the liquor, any way." "Indeed, then, Andy, it's the truth ye're tellin so it is for in truth it's not much depiudince iver I had in the man 'd refuse a glass in dacency." "O, there's a bad dhrop in him ye may take yer oath iv that but look at Lanty, Ned, just luck at his face,—aa sober as if it was out on a tombstoue.' Did ye iver see such a born devil in all, yer life?" "Well, Lanty had it in for Mm, any way. And, begorra, he desarves all he'll get and more, for he's niver aisy, they Bay, but when he's running down ?.ttoe Irish." »*So I'm tould. He thinks no one in the whole county fit to spake to him. As for the Doghertys, and Currans and Johnstons here, why, they're not fit to tie his shoes." "Ladies and gentlemen," exclaimed Lanty, stepping up on a bench, and still holding the bottle and glass in his hands, ilI'm 1 goin to give ye a toaBt, and may the man's heart niver again warm to good nature, that doesn't drink it," "Silence, there, silence—till we hear the tofjBt." "Stop that fiddle there, and listen to the spaker." "Here's then to the honest man," cried Lanty, raising his glass—"here's to the honest man all over the world, and confusion to the narrow-minded knave who'd make religion or birth place a test of friendship and tossing off the bumper, he ordered the company to pass the bottle. Round went the toast, and off went th« glass with many a loud hip, hip, hurrah. All seemed joyous and happy as they could wish to be, Weeks alone excepted, who still stood in the centre of the crowd, looking silently on the noisy enjoyments of the company, and obstinately refusing ail participation in the hilarity of the occasion. "Where, in the name of patience, were you born at all," demanded the bailiff, "that you won't drink at a weddin?" "He's an unnatural-looking thief, any way," exclaimed another. "Stand aside, boys," commanded Lanty, waving his hand from his ele vated position, "and let us give the stranger fair play. He's all alone here amongst us, and we mustn't be hard on him. Jemmy Bnxgan, fill that glass, and offer it to him again. And now, my good man," he continued, addressing Weeks, "you heerd the toast, 'the hon est man all over tne world, and bad luck to the knave who\l make religion or birthplace a test of friendship,'—will you drink it?" "No,"' replied Weeks, "darn me if I do." "Then, gentlemen, lay him down and administher the mklieine." Four or five stout fellows now laid hold of the unfortunate Weeks, and were deliberately proceeding to execute Lanty's orders, when a new actor sud denly appeared on the scene, and com manded them to desist. It was the handsome, dark-haired girl whom the reader saw a few minutes before enter ing the room, leaning on Lanty's arm." "Shame! shameP" she cried "are ye men, to treat a stranger in this way? "Don:t be onaisy, Mary," replied Lanty "we don't intend him the laste harm in life." "Well, you've carried the joke too far already, Lanty Hanlon let him come with me—-I'll take care of him." '•'Why. Mary, it's only a bit of a frolic he brought on himself. He tould me a dozen times the Irish were no betther nor savages, and we jitsc want to show him how much he's mistaken." "And you do this to a furriner, not a month in the country paught pretty hospitality that!" "He's green, you know, Mary, and we want to aaison him." "Tut, tut! shame, shame, shame!" "It's for his own good—saisonin in time will make a dacent man iv him." 'Hould yer tongue, now Lanty ye'd provoke a saint hould your tongue, and let us out. I must go and find some dry clothes for him, or he'll die in this con dition. Stand back, gintlemen, if ye plaze, and give us room to pass." "Redad, Mary, I'm afraid to trust ye with him feth, may be he'd take a fancy to ye, and cut me out." "Whist, now and let me go. That tongue of yours will hang ye up on the gallows yet, some day," and taking Weeks familiarly by the arm, in she led him unresistingly from the crowd, and disappeared through one of the inner doors of the apartment. The dance was now resumed and mirth and music made the time pass quickly and merrily for the next hour. Lanty danced with every girl in the room,'"and when he could no longer find a partner, he danced a hornpipe himself on a door, amid the shouts and cheers of the party. Every one seemed to share in the general joy. Even the grandparents of the happy couple, old as they were, took each other's hands, and went through some ancient salta tions to the great amusement of the younger spectators. -On went the mirth and up rose the song, and the little hunchback fiddler had just tuned his instrument once more, and commenced to rattle away at a country dance with renewed vigor, when, all. of a sudden, a shout, was heard at the door, followed instantly by bravos, bravos, echoed and repeated, till at last, in the midst of a wild hurrah, in drove Ephriam C. B. Weeks, dressed in an old blue swallow-tailed coat, and pantaloons that descended but an inch or two below the knees, dragging in the young lady who had ieo kindly rescued him from his late tormentors, and in rather unsteady accents, commanded the fiddler to "fire up and let him have something to dance to." Everybody now crushed and crowded round to wel come him back, Those who but a short time before were disposed to mortify him to the very utmost, in revenge for liis insolent abuse of their religion and their country, were the first to call for three cheers for the wbould American and foremost among the first was Lanty Hanlon, who clapped him lustily on the back, and ordered the fiddler to strike up something with a "sowl in it, to suit the taste of the jolly Yankee." It is needless, dear reader, to describe what followed. Weeks seemed to have abandoned himself entirely to the ex citement of the moment. How that ex citement was brought about, however, no one could tell. He drank—and drank freely,—as was evident the mom ent he made his appearance at the door,—but whether at the solicitations of his fair friend, or merely to preserve his health after so long an exposure to the storm, was never discovered certain it is he was completely facinated by his lovely partner, and danced with her as long as he was able to move a foot— swearing all the while by his "crackle '1 she was the finest gal in all creation,and went through her figures like a real thorough-bred Yankee, "no mistake about it," Here, dear reader, we must stop, leav ing the finale of tliis scene to your own charitable imagination for a description of our friend Week's position on the stage, as the curtain fell, is more than. we dare attempt. One thing, however, we ought to mention, just to relieve your anxiety he was conveyed safely home that same night, and awoke in his own comfortable bed next morning in Crohan House. CHAPTER XII. "Is Miss Petersham engaged, please?" said a servant, opening the parlor door. "No: what's the matter?" "Father John sends in his compli ments." "Father John!—Is it possible!" ex claimed Kate Petersham, wheeling round on the piano stool, and running to the door to receive him. "Ho, ho! indeed, so there you coino at last, and Uncle Jerry too surely something ex traordinary must have happened to bring you all the way to Castle Gregory. Have you had a conflagration or an earthquake in your neighborhood?" "Hold, your saucy tongue," said the priest, slapping her affectionately on the cheek you're never done scolding 'pon my word, I had better come here, bag and baggage, and live at Castle Gregory altogether." "You'll do no such thing, sir—I hate you. You're a barbarous man. You're the most unsocial, ill-natured, hard hearted creature in the whole world." "0, to be sure, because I don't spend all my time playing chess with the greatest mad-pat in Christendom." "Do you hear that, Uncle Jerry?" exclaimed .Kate, turning to Mr. Guir kie "and the man hasn't been here to see us once in a month." 'Never mind we'll, have our revenge of him vet-, depend upon it. His ne glect of you abfiolufcely unpardonable, after all your professions of regard for him." "Pshaugh! he'ii not worth my re venge. I renounce him I shall, take you for my confidant in future, and leave him to his beads and breviary. So come over here, to your old easy chair, and let us have a quiet chat together and running her arm into his. she was hurrying him away to a corner of the room, when the priest laid his hand on her shoulder. "Not so fast, Kate not so fast. You've forgotten there's a stranger in the room. Mists Petersham, let me pre sent to you Dr. Heushaw, of Edinburgh, Dr. Heushaw, Miss Petersham, of Castle Gregory, one of the most mis chievous and ungovernable of her sex." "Don't believe him, Dr. Henshaw. I'm no such thing". Welcome, sir, to Castle Gregory." "flow-d'ye do, my dear? glad to see you," said the hitter, bowing stiffly, and raising his gold spectacles to look at her in detail. "Don't trouble yourself about what Father John says. It's not all gospel, I suspect. "iSior his preaching either, if what his bishop says be true." "Ha! ha! A very serious charge, in deed," laughed Uncle Jerry "and no doubt reason enough for it too." "I see you've been reading Swift, Miss Petersham," said Henshaw, taking a volume from the table. "Do you ad mire him?" "Swift—certainly. Did you ever Bee an Irish woman who didn't?'' "Well, I don't remember, parteecular ly, as to that. But his moral sentiments are—" "Swift was an elegant writer, full of wit and humor—and, best of all, he laved his country, and never was ashamed to own it." "Ah! and you think he deserves credit for that?" "To be sure I do—why not? He lived in times when devotion to his country and her cause was a disqualification for office both in Church and State be sides, Dean Swift was a near relation of ours by the Willoughbys, as my vener able aunt would tell you." "Ah!—that indeed!" "But don't you like him, doctor?" "No," replied the doctor, gruffly. '•You don't! is it possible? Why, I thought Swift was a favorite every where." "In Ireland—yes." "You must admit he's witty and hum orous, doctor." "Not very—but that, and a keen sense o' the rideeculous, is about all that's in him-" "O, no, no, doctor, I won't agree to that at all you quite underrate Swift. For my part, I think there is more sound philosophy in Swift than in any other work I ever read." "Humph! have you read much?" "No sometimes, when the fit takes me, I pick up a book and read a page or two here and there." "But do you study what you read?'' "No I'm too great a madcap for that. I can ride a horse, though, or sail a boat, as well as any Irish girl you'll find and these are the only accomplish ments I pretend to lay claim to." "Not very feminine, I should think," ejaculated Henshaw, pursing out his lips, and looking over at the priest, with his eyes dilated into what he intended for a smile. "No, sir: but they suit my term of mind. And yet Mr. Guirkie here will tell you I've got some philosopy in me, too." "I'll have nothing to do with your philosophy," said Uncle Jerry, pacing up and down the room, and bobbiug the skirts of his coat on his hands behind him. "I wish to the Lord the captain was at home that's all I wish." "Father John, go to the sideboard, and find some refreshments," said Kate. "Come, doctor, you must pledge me in good stout Burgundy, and I'll forgive what you said of Swift." "I shall wait for the captain," replied Father John, looking up from the news paper 'the doctor there will oblige you at present." "You shall not, sir, he may not re turn for an hour yet. Wait for the cap tain, indeed! Ain't I as good company as the captain? O, Dr. Henshaw, these Catholic priests are the most ungallant people imaginable." Dr. Henshaw emptied the glass which Kate filled for him, adding, as he laid it on the sideboard., "you're not so mawk ish, I perceive, as our young ladies gen erally are." "O, I'm only an Irish girl,, you know I do what I please—no one minds me .Father John there once thought he could manage me, but it failed him." "Not I," replied the priest, "I never was-' so silly as t® think such a thing." "You did indeed, sir—you needn't deny it: you had me in leading strings for a whole week or more," "How was that?''1 said Henshaw. "He tried to convert me—ha, ha! Kept me reading night and day—" "Convert you?—what, from sin?" "No, from Protestanism. Sin indeed! why, doctor, I'm ashamed of you." Well, Protestanteesm is sin—and a most grievous sin, my good girl." "There now, you're at it again," mut tered Uncle Jerry, still pacing the room in his usual way. "You're at it again I vow and protest it is outrageous." "You frighten me, doctor," said Kate 'upon my word I'll run away and leave you." "But don't you kuow that if you die out of the Kaatholic church you will be lost." "Listen to that," exclaimed Kate. "I hear him," said the priest "the doctor's very strong on that point." "Well, doctor, I'm not prepared to dispute with you about the matter at present," said Kato, "but I'm pretty sure of one thing—you could never make a Catholic of me in that way." "He's got himself into trouble again," said Uncle Jerry, sitting down on a chair beside the priest. "He deserves it," responded the lat ter, in a tone of displeasure. "I declare I never saw a man in my life so fond of differing with anybody as he is. Why, I vow to goodness, I thought he was going to swallow me neck and heels this morning in the boat, when I attempted to defend Tillotson and Burnet." "That is his greatest fault he can never dispute five minutes without los ing his temper." "And does he suppose people must put up with his temper when he chooses to lose it? I declare that is very fine." "It's a great weakness in him, and I'm sorry, for he's a man of great mental ability." "O, who cares for his mental ability? I wouldn't give a brass button for a man who can't talk with you on any thing but great heavy subjects. And then he goes at them in such a way too, with all his might, like a dray horse starting a lead." "Heavy subjects are his spe ciality," observed Father John he don't pietena to handle anything else. And indeed, as a polemic and logician, he has very few equals." "But he does pretend to handle every thing else. Why, he reviews every book he can lay bis hands on—stories, novels, poetry, everything—from a primer to a course of theology. Speciality indeed!" "You're right he has been doing something that way of late, now that I remember. But the truth is, I think so little of his literary criticisms I don't care to read them. He never should attempt to criticise such books at all. The are entirely out of the sphere of his taste and acquirements." (To be continued.) BABY MM There is no joy in the world like you. No music BV/eet as your "goo ah-goo," No skies so clear as your eyes of bluo— Baby, oh my baby. But when you ground on the secret nin And open your valve and howl like sin. Baby, oh rnv baby. My heart, is glad when your face I see. My joy is full when you come to me, I laugh with you i.u romping glee. Baby, oh my baby. And oftentimes my miduicht snore Is broken short by your screaming roar. And till morning dawns we walk the lioor. Baby, oh my baby. —fR. J. Burdefte in Brooklyn Eagle. HEAVY EATEKS. Curious Culinary Instances Among the Germans. The Germans, always celebrated for heavy eating, furnish us with some curi ous culinary items. In the middle ages the goose was the grand dish among them but they also ate crows, storks, cranes, herons, swans and bitterns—these last named dishes being arranged in a circle of honor around the goose. The geier or European vulture, tlie dog-fish, the dolphin and even the whale were eaten while a roast guinea pig was con sidered a very great delicacy. All their foods were highly spiced, and sauces were endless in their variety, three or four kinds being served up with each dish. In these sauces, pepper, mace, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, garlic, saffron and pimento contended for the mastery, and the more decided the flavor the better the cook. Of course, the great art was to arrange these sauces in an ascending scale of piquancy. So great* indeed, was the pas sion for highly-flavored foods that turkeys had often an allowance of musk in their daily rations. The most fashionable wines were those of Chios, Cyprus and other Greek vintages but, as highly-llavored foods require, drink to correspond, the wine was generally spiced, and was served under the name of hippocras. Is was not thought unpolite, even as late as the six teenth century, for a guest to ask his host what wines he intended to provide, so that he might, make his calculations as to what he would take before he confined himself to the particular tipple which should place him under the table nor was it. thought unpolite in the middle of a banquet to undo the girdle in order to make more room for such tempting tid bits as pike-tails, barbels' heads, skin of roast goose and swan tongues. The feast usually commenccd at eleven o'clock in the forenoon, and the longer the host could keep the guests at the table the better was he thought of but in the mat ter of drinking he was expected to en courage potation by providing bacchan alian song, or at least by being himself the first to become hors du combat. It was with this latter object that a rich man would mix his wines, while a poorer one would contrive to have his homely tank ard strongly dosed with wine, or even spirits when these had become general. His Occupation Cone, Broker (to friend)—"You remember that very bright young fellew who used to shine xay boots?" Friend (thinking a moment)—"Yes smart boy that." Broker (dubiously —"A little too smart. He's run off with old 's daughter." Friend (with a whistle)—"The young rogue! So nothing but an heiress would suit himV" Broker (reflectively)—"Well, he's got plenty of money and has married into a fine family, but I fear its a terrible mes alliance." Friend (chuckling)—"Ah, I suppose you're afraid he won't shine in society?" A Singular Omission. "Pawpaw," said a New Jersey young lady, "will you look into the dictionary for 'mosquito,' and let me know how it is spelled?" •Taint here," said the old man, after a search. "It must be, pawpaw. Have you looked carefully?" "Iv'e been through the S's Ave times, an' there ain't nothin' that ever looks like 'skeeters.'" Concerning Monopolies. Harkins (to traveler)—"Oh, yes, we have some very wealthy people here, and several motiopolists. Of the latter, One of the last letters 1 think Richards, the flour-mill man, is about the wealthiest." Richards—"I do detest these grinding monopolists!" ATell Looked After. Fifteen r,ewspaper men sit in the Iowa legislature. The rest set on it. PERSON AX. When a Chicago man died recently his wife ordered the lining of the coffin to match his whiskers. Yet some people will reproach that woman when she marries again within a year. Lord Roseberry is spoken of by the Boersen Courier, the organ of the Berlin Stock Exchange, as "Mr." Rosebery, "who has a family connection with the Rothschilds." Senator Hawley is one of the most ver satile of Congressmen. He can make a good speech, write a good editorial, sing a good song, paint a good picture or give good music on the pianoforte. Mrae. Daniel Wilson, President Grevy's daughter, presides at grand social gather ings at the Elysee with quite the air of a Princess Royal, seldom laying aside her haughtiness save when music or art come under discussion. Then her enthusiasm gets the better of her dignity. of. General Han cock was written to Matt Morgan on Feb ruary 6, recommending General St. Clair A. Mulholland of Philadelphia, as a suita ble officer of the Union forces capable of furnishing valuable information on the operations of the Army of the Potomac, which Mr. Morgan will illustrate in a series of battle paintings. General Lew Wallace tells with great gusto the story of. a German who opened a beer saloon in Constantinople. Of course Mahomedans do not drink strong liquor. But when they saw the foaming lager they said: "By the Beard of the Prophet! That doen not look like wine. But the way the giaours'drink it, it must be good. Let us try it!" They did try it numer ously indeed, multitudinously. And General Wallace says.the enterprising man from Vienna is making an independent fortune from good Mahoinedan patronage. An ingenious gentleman in the Third ward attempted to utilize the toboggan craze by extending a smooth board from the top to the bottom of the cellar stairs. The conditions attached to the slide were that each slider should bring up a scuttle of coal on the return trip The first day the family and neighbors brought up about a ton, the second day one scuttle, so the success of the enterprise is prob lematical.—[Philadelphia CalL Subscribe for The Irish Standard. Hotel Bathing Parlors! 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Lindberp? vere defendants in favor of said plaintiff and againut. said defend ants for the sum of two hundred and seventy seven and 83-.'00 doiltsrs, a certified eopyof vim/!: said ludfftnont and decree has to mc.as sheriff of said Hennepin county, been duly directed and delivered, will sell at public auction io the highest cash bidder, at the frontdoor of the Court House, corner of Fourth street avenue and Eighth- south in the city of Minneapolis in iitiicl county of Hennepin, on Saturday the fllst day of July. li-S6, at ten o'clock in the forenoon that day aii the right, title ar.d interest, of An drew J. Liudberjr and Lucy J. Lh.uiber^ il:e above named judgment debtors iu and to the following described property, upon which said judgment is a speciiiclien, to wit: Lot. live (5) Block thirty-six (30) in Sherburne and IScebe'.1: Addition to the city of Minneapolis!, according to the recorded platthereof on lite and of record in the office of the Register of Deeds in and for said Hennepin County. Dated at Minneapolis, Minn., June tfctii, 1883,. WINHLOW M. BRACKET!', Sheriff of Hennepin County.. George H. White, Attorney for Judgment Creditor. SHERIFFS SALE TJ1TDEE DE0BEJ' STATE OF MINNESOTA, DISTRICT COCK County of Hennepin. th Judic:ini North Star Iron Works Company against I.. E. Stetlev, John E. Mcltiabl and N. P. Nelson. & Co.: Under and by virtue of a judgment and de cree issued out of and under the seal of th? District Court of the statr- of Minnesota, in and forthe Fourth Judicial District, and county or Hennepin, on the 25th day of May, lb'86, in tho above entitled action, a duly certified copy which decree has been to me delivered, and pursuant thereto I will sell at public auction to the highest emih bidder, at the front door of the Court House, in the city of Minneapolis, in said county, on Saturday, the 31st day of Jniy, 1880, at 30 o'clock in the forenoon, tne following described property, or so much thereof as Khali be necessary to satisfy the amount adjudged due the plaintiffs, together with the costs of sale. That certain property known as the Model Planing Mill, the building and its machinery and appurtenances, situated on Lot eight: iu Block fourteen (J i.i in iJassett,51 oore & Case's addition to Minneapolis, and. all the inter est the iid L. E. Stetler had on the 10th day of April, 1885, in the said Lot eitfht (8) und in thar strip or parcel of land adjoining the said Lot eight (8) on the north side,' being thirty-throe (33) feet in width find running' the whoie length of Lot seven (7) in said Block fourteen (14), and. being a part of said Lot seven (7), which said in terest is declared to be a leasehold interest, ex piring the uay of December. 1883. Dated this 19th day of June. 13S6. AVINHLOW M. BRACK liTT, Sheriff of Hennepin County. COOCKY, AKEKS &COOl,KY, Attorneys for Judgment Creditor. T. CONNOLLY & 80. UyjJJEIt TA KEItS. A FULL LINE OF HABITS, SHBOTJDS AND ROBES. 25 Second St. S., Minneapolis. Telephone call 456-1. A nHwered at all hours.