Well, to be sure all this kep" them long enough, you may be sure, from goin" to bed, so that Billy could get no manner iv an advantage to get out iv the house, and so he sted sittin" in the dark closet in state, cursin" the "Colleen Rue," and wondherin" to the divil whin they"d get the ould man into his bed. An", as if that was not delay enough, who should come in to stop for the night but Father O"Flaherty, of Cahirmore, that was buyin" a horse at the fair! An" av course, there was a bed to be med down for his raverence, an" some other attintions; an" a long discoorse himself an" ould Mrs. Donovan had about the slaughter iv Billy Malowney, an" how he was buried on the field iv battle; an" his raverence hoped he got a dacent funeral, an" all the other convaniences iv religion. An" so you may suppose it was pretty late in the night before all iv them got to their beds.
Well, Tim Donovan could not settle to sleep at all at all, an" so he kep" discoorsin" the wife about the new cows he bought, an" the stripphers he sould, an" so an for better than an hour, ontil from one thing to another he kem to talk about the pigs, an" the poulthry; and at last, having nothing betther to discoorse about, he begun at his daughter Molly, an" all the heartscald she was to him be raison iv refusin" the men. An" at last says he:
"I onderstand," says he, "very well how it is," says he. "It"s how she was in love," says he, "wid that bliggard, Billy Malowney," says he, "bad luck to him!" says he; for by this time he was coming to his raison.
"Ah!" says the wife, says she, "Tim darlint, don"t be cursin" them that"s dead an" buried," says she.
"An" why would not I," says he, "if they desarve it?" says he.
"Whisht," says she, "an" listen to that," says she. "In the name of the Blessed Vargin," says she, "what IS it?" says she.
An" sure enough what was it but Bill Malowney that was dhroppin" asleep in the closet, an" snorin" like a church organ.
"Is it a pig," says he, "or is it a Christian?"
"Arra! listen to the tune iv it," says she; "sure a pig never done the like is that," says she.
"Whatever it is," says he, "it"s in the room wid us," says he. "The Lord be marciful to us!" says he.
"I tould you not to be cursin"," says she; "bad luck to you," says she, "for an ommadhaun!" for she was a very religious woman in herself.
"Sure, he"s buried in Spain," says he; "an" it is not for one little innocent expression," says he, "he"d be comin" all that a way to annoy the house," says he.
Well, while they war talkin", Bill turns in the way he was sleepin"
into an aisier imposture; and as soon as he stopped snorin" ould Tim Donovan"s courage riz agin, and says he:
"I"ll go to the kitchen," says he, "an" light a rish," says he.
An" with that away wid him, an" the wife kep" workin" the beads all the time, an" before he kem back Bill was snorin" as loud as ever.
"Oh! b.l.o.o.d.y wars--I mane the blessed saints about us!--that deadly sound," says he; "it"s going on as lively as ever," says he.
"I"m as wake as a rag," says his wife, says she, "wid the fair anasiness," says she. "It"s out iv the little closet it"s comin," says she.
"Say your prayers," says he, "an" hould your tongue," says he, "while I discoorse it," says he. "An" who are ye," says he, "in the name iv of all the holy saints?" says he, givin" the door a dab iv a crusheen that wakened Bill inside. "I ax," says he, "who are you?" says he.
Well, Bill did not rightly remember where in the world he was, but he pushed open the door, an" says he:
"Billy Malowney"s my name," says he, "an" I"ll thank ye to tell me a betther," says he.
Well, whin Tim Donovan heard that, an" actially seen that it was Bill himself that was in it, he had not strength enough to let a bawl out iv him, but he dhropt the candle out iv his hand, an" down wid himself on his back in the dark.
Well, the wife let a screech you"d hear at the mill iv Killraghlin, an"--
"Oh," says she, "the spirit has him, body an" bones!" says she. "Oh, holy St. Bridget--oh, Mother iv Marcy--oh, Father O"Flaherty!" says she, screechin" murdher from out iv her bed.
Well, Bill Malowney was not a minute remimberin" himself, an" so out wid him quite an" aisy, an" through the kitchen; bud in place iv the door iv the house, it"s what he kem to the door iv Father O"Flaherty"s little room, where he was jist wakenin" wid the noise iv the screechin" an"
battherin"; an" bedad, Bill makes no more about it, but he jumps, wid one boult, clever an" clane into his raverance"s bed.
"What do ye mane, you uncivilised bliggard?" says his raverance. "Is that a venerable way," says he, "to approach your clargy?" says he.
"Hould your tongue," says Bill, "an" I"ll do ye no harum," says he.
"Who are you, ye scoundhrel iv the world?" says his raverance.
"Whisht!" says he? "I"m Billy Malowney," says he.
"You lie!" says his raverance for he was frightened beyont all bearin"--an" he makes but one jump out iv the bed at the wrong side, where there was only jist a little place in the wall for a press, an" his raverance could not as much as turn in it for the wealth iv kingdoms. "You lie," says he; "but for feared it"s the truth you"re tellin"," says he, "here"s at ye in the name iv all the blessed saints together!" says he.
An" wid that, my dear, he blazes away at him wid a Latin prayer iv the strongest description, an", as he said himself afterwards, that was iv a nature that id dhrive the divil himself up the chimley like a puff iv tobacky smoke, wid his tail betune his legs.
"Arra, what are ye sthrivin" to say," says Bill; says he, "if ye don"t hould your tongue," says he, "wid your parly voo;" says he, "it"s what I"ll put my thumb on your windpipe," says he, "an" Billy Malowney never wint back iv his word yet," says he.
"Thundher-an-owns," says his raverance, says he--seein" the Latin took no infect on him, at all at all an" screechin" that you"d think he"d rise the thatch up iv the house wid the fair fright--"and thundher and blazes, boys, will none iv yes come here wid a candle, but lave your clargy to be choked by a spirit in the dark?" says he.
Well, be this time the sarvint boys and the rest iv them wor up an" half dressed, an" in they all run, one on top iv another, wid pitchforks and spades, thinkin" it was only what his raverence slep" a dhrame iv the like, by means of the punch he was afther takin" just before he rowl"d himself into the bed. But, begorra, whin they seen it was raly Bill Malowney himself that was in it, it was only who"d be foremost out agin, tumblin" backways, one over another, and his raverence roarin" an"
cursin" them like mad for not waitin" for him.
Well, my dear, it was betther than half an hour before Billy Malowney could explain to them all how it raly was himself, for begorra they were all iv them persuadin" him that he was a spirit to that degree it"s a wondher he did not give in to it, if it was only to put a stop to the argiment.
Well, his raverence tould the ould people then, there was no use in sthrivin" agin the will iv Providence an" the vagaries iv love united; an" whin they kem to undherstand to a sartinty how Billy had a shillin"
a day for the rest iv his days, begorra they took rather a likin"
to him, and considhered at wanst how he must have riz out of all his nansinse entirely, or his gracious Majesty id never have condescinded to show him his countenance that way every day of his life, on a silver shillin".
An" so, begorra, they never stopt till it was all settled--an" there was not sich a weddin" as that in the counthry sinst. It"s more than forty years ago, an" though I was no more nor a gossoon myself, I remimber it like yestherday. Molly never looked so purty before, an" Billy Malowney was plisant beyont all hearin," to that degree that half the girls in it was fairly tarin" mad--only they would not let on--they had not him to themselves in place iv her. An" begorra I"d be afeared to tell ye, because you would not believe me, since that blessid man Father Mathew put an end to all soorts of sociality, the Lord reward him, how many gallons iv pottieen whisky was dhrank upon that most solemn and tindher occasion.
Pat Hanlon, the piper, had a faver out iv it; an" Neddy Shawn Heigue, mountin" his horse the wrong way, broke his collarbone, by the manes iv fallin" over his tail while he was feelin" for his head; an" Payther Brian, the horse-docther, I am tould, was never quite right in the head ever afther; an" ould Tim Donovan was singin" the "Colleen Rue" night and day for a full week; an" begorra the weddin" was only the foundation iv fun, and the beginning iv divarsion, for there was not a year for ten years afther, an" more, but brought round a christenin" as regular as the sasins revarted.