Hoolehan's Wake.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1961, 31 January 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

Hoolehan's Wake.

" What did we <lo ? Well, Oi've a faint remimbranc^ ay Mt/timiirffl's hair Rtandin' on <n<], hi* r>es -ifar'n' from their sockets And lii-»' mouth 11(51 1(5 ennrgh to i'lmi' d»wn into, l.jt, l)-,ant thut tin' '.f«« Ho>l«han ho!lrrin' out. 'ln 'id- Di'iri-. M< 'rini>n<» won't hivo mP, a^ I wnn'r m it- mtv on- bnt voti,' w« all Btoon like status, an' not wan »T n3 had tl>e eour*«o "> m ■! ' n wi'id bit w O?ca th'ida f-on'put '.-itupli-'ht. "Thiu wiu th Horciiibha »n . Jirnuiy, aT c >or* •, jumped down and grabbed fu?t wnn an' thin another, an' being' a y«y strong b>e, hia pinchc3 were no imall matter. . •' Now, 0 vn a vory gallant man to the leridie*, an" always willin to sacrifice raesell for th"ir r»rty s.tkea whin any nachural danRorpr" inN it^'lf. bnt^whin it comes to the Hupernnohurfli Oi till ye what, me bye, I look out for aiy own skin. " Wh*t ■yi-»'< the md ay it ? Well, the and for roo wag this : Whin the light was put ont, an' 0), like all the rest, thought Dinnia was at m* hpeln, I put for home wid a opade which ud (.h'ime the aigtea ay the air. Me fate hardly seemed to touch the ground, as I wint over cobblestones an' ditches more loike a bird than a man. Two pelicemen gpv chase to me, an fnired shots at me, but they couldn't oatoh inp Me snwl wa« bint on runmn , an , to tell the truth, Oi don't brlave Oi conld at ntopped if Oi'd tried. Oi oucht to mintioo here that Oi had or. white corduroy breechen, an' as Oi tcok aff me coat before beginnin to dance wid MoGinnias, Oi presinted quite a quare spectacle- To give ye an instance ar the flight mi which Oi flew, let me tell ye that the Sin Jo"»e freight train was comm' in, an* me path for two blocks lay alongside a? the track, lvit Oi kept pace with the mgme all along, an' from the pale wared face aT the engineer, I think he must have tuk me for a ghost mesilf." _ Bcmble Bee.

"Is it the health ye're askin' for ? If O'ive any left afther toastin' it away all night at HooMian'i wako O'im lucky. j " Ths widdy tuk Hoolehan's death very much at heart an 1 kept bellowin' an' screech - in' louder than Mickarty's prize pig at Bailey - varney fair, from mornin' till night. We dctarmined to quiet her Rome way, an' Mike McGinnisß goes up to her and sez he, ' Don't mind, Winny— excuse me, I mane Mrs. Hoolehan — but don't fret afther Dinnis any more, for whin the twelve months is over O'ill marry yi/ meseilf.' " Oh, the purty craythur, bat how she changed all ay a suddintl She had a loifesoi/,e picthor ay Hoolehan down to the showider, weepin' over it, but riain' and droppin' it from her lap onto the sofy, she wiped her eyes wid the corner ay her apron, and aez she, ' Will ye have hot wather in yure whisky, Misther McGinnisi, or take it in its naahoral state?' " Misther McGinniss preferred havin' the hot wather, an' while Mrs. Hoolehan was in the kitchen gettin' it wo mcd arrangeraints to keep her in good humor, for her oarryins on before tuk all the loife and spirit out ay us. "The flure was cleared, an' by the time she kern back we were ready for a brake-down, but Winny clapped the punch on the table and threw up her bands in holy horror. " ' Meelya murther 1 ' sez she ; 'is this the way yu riverinoe the mimory ay me poor dead huHband ? ' " Oohl we all thought she was goin' to bawl out agin, whin MikeMcGinnis whispered a few words in her ear and pinched her on tho arrum, an' afther takm' her into the dioin'-room an' givin' her some blarney she kern out willin' an* umilin'. So we sint iittlo Jimmy ltoacb oft for the fiddle. He* always up to some plaguey thrick. It tuk him bo long that we all wint to supper. He didn't go away, but watched us outside the windy, an' whin we wint to supper he stole ia an' got under the same ihato with the corpse. We thought it was one ay Jimmy's ould tbrioks to fool us out ay our dance, an' we detarmined not to let him have the best ay us, so MoUinniss an' meielf got upon the flure an' comminced danoin' away while all the mm prisint kept whietlin' ' The wind that shakes the barley," whin, behold you ! the Bhate begun risin' an' kipt risin 1 higher an' higher till Dinny, as we thought, i-at bolt upright under it, an' in a voice ixacily lile his own, said, as mad as ooold be, ' How dare yiz intuit my mimory? How dara yiz ? '