"I want me wife," he said sternly.
Unfortunately, Mr. Bilkins had gone uptown, and there was no one in the house except Margaret, whose pluck was not to be depended on. The case was urgent. With the energy of despair Mrs. Bilkins suddenly placed the toe of her boot against Mr. O"Rourke"s invading foot, and pushed it away. The effect of this attack was to cause Mr. O"Rourke to describe a complete circle on one leg, and then sit down heavily on the threshold.
The lady retreated to the hat-stand, and rested her hand mechanically on the handle of a blue cotton umbrella. Mr. O"Rourke partly turned his head and smiled upon her with conscious superiority. At this juncture a third actor appeared on the scene, evidently a friend of Mr. O"Rourke, for he addressed that gentleman as "a spalpeen," and told him to go home.
"Divil an inch," replied the spalpeen; but he got himself off the threshold, and resumed his position on the step.
"It"s only Larry, mum," said the man, touching his forelock politely; "as dacent a lad as ever lived, when he"s not in liquor; an" I"ve known him to be sober for days togither," he added, reflectively. "He don"t mane a ha"p"orth o" harum, but jist now he"s not quite in his right moind."
"I should think not," said Mrs. Bilkins, turning from the speaker to Mr.
O"Rourke, who had seated himself gravely on the sc.r.a.per, and was weeping. "Hasn"t the man any friends?"
"Too many of "em, mum, an" it"s along wid dhrinkin" toasts wid "em that Larry got throwed. The punch that spalpeen has dhrunk this day would amaze ye. He give us the slip awhiles ago, bad "cess to him, an" come up here. Didn"t I tell ye, Larry, not to be afther ringin" at the owle gintleman"s knocker? Ain"t ye got no sinse at all?"
"Misther Donnehugh," responded Mr. O"Rourke with great dignity, "ye"re dhrunk again."
Mr. Donnehugh, who had not taken more than thirteen ladles of rum-punch, disdained to reply directly.
"He"s a dacent lad enough"--this to Mrs. Bilkins--"but his head is wake.
Whin he"s had two sups o" whiskey he belaves he"s dhrunk a bar"l full. A gill o" wather out of a jimmy-john"d fuddle him, mum."
"Isn"t there anybody to look after him?"
"No, mum, he"s an orphan; his father and mother live in the owld counthry, an" a fine hale owld couple they are."
"Hasn"t he any family in the town?"
"Sure, mum, he has a family; wasn"t he married this blessed mornin"?"
"He said so."
"Indade, thin, he was--the pore divil!"
"And the--the person?" inquired Mrs. Bilkins.
"Is it the wife, ye mane?"
"Yes, the wife; where is she?"
"Well, thin, mum," said Mr. Donnehugh, "it"s yerself can answer that."
"I?" exclaimed Mrs. Bilkins. "Good heavens this man"s as crazy as the other!"
"Begorra, if anybody"s crazy, it"s Larry, for it"s Larry has married Margaret."
"What Margaret?" cried Mrs. Bilkins, with a start.
"Margaret Callaghan, sure."
"_Our_ Margaret? Do you mean to say that Our Margaret has married that--that good-for-nothing, inebriated wretch!"
"It"s a civil tongue the owld lady has, any way," remarked Mr. O"Rourke, critically, from the sc.r.a.per.
Mrs. Bilkins"s voice during the latter part of the colloquy had been pitched in a high key; it rung through the hall and penetrated to the kitchen, where Margaret was thoughtfully wiping the breakfast things.
She paused with a half-dried saucer in her hand, and listened. In a moment more she stood, with bloodless face and limp figure, leaning against the banister, behind Mrs. Bilkins.
"Is it there ye are, me jew"l!" cried Mr. O"Rourke, discovering her.
Mrs. Bilkins wheeled upon Margaret.
"Margaret Callaghan, _is_ that thing your husband?"
"Ye--yes, mum," faltered Mrs. O"Rourke, with a woful lack of spirit.
"Then take it away!" cried Mrs. Bilkins.
Margaret, with a slight flush on either cheek, glided past Mrs. Bilkins, and the heavy oak door closed with a bang, as the gates of Paradise must have closed of old upon Adam and Eve.
"Come!" said Margaret, taking Mr. O"Rourke by the hand; and the two wandered forth upon their wedding journey down Anchor Street, with all the world before them where to choose. They chose to halt at the small, shabby tenement-house by the river, through the doorway of which the bridal pair disappeared with a reeling, eccentric gait; for Mr.
O"Rourke"s intoxication seemed to have run down his elbow, and communicated itself to Margaret.
O Hymen! who burnest precious gums and scented woods in thy torch at the melting of aristocratic hearts, with what a pitiful penny-dip thou hast lighted up our little back-street romance.--_Marjorie Daw, and Other Stories_.
END OF VOL. II.