Tom Burke Of

Chapter 4

""Don"t be making a fool of yourself, Darby M"Keown," said a gruff voice near the chimley.

"I jumped at him, and cried out, "Who "s that?" But there was no answer; and at last, after going round the kitchen, I began to think it was only my own voice I heard; so I knelt down again, and set to blowing away at the fire.

""And it"s yerself, Biddy," says I, "that would be an ornament to a dacent cabin; and a purtier leg and foot--"

""Be the light that shines, you"re making me sick. Darby M"Keown," said the voice again.

""The heavens be about us!" says I, "what "s that? and who are you at all?" for someways I thought I knew the voice.



""I "m your father!" says the voice.

""My father!" says I. "Holy Joseph, is it truth you "re telling me?"

""The divil a word o" lie in it," says the voice. "Take me down, and give me an air o" the fire, for the night "s cowld."

""And where are you, father," says I, "av it"s plasing to ye?"

""I "m on the dhresser," says he. "Don"t you see me?"

""Sorra bit o" me. Where now?"

""Arrah, on the second shelf, next the rowling-pin. Don"t you see the green jug?--that"s me."

""Oh, the saints in heaven be about us!" says I; "and are you a green jug?"

""I am," says he; "and sure I might be worse. Tim Healey"s mother is only a cullender, and she died two years before me."

""Oh! father, darlin"," says I, "I hoped you wor in glory; and you only a jug all this time!"

""Never fret about it," says my father; "it "s the transmogrification of sowls, and we "ll be right by and by. Take me down, I say, and put me near the fire."

"So I up and took him down, and wiped him with a clean cloth, and put him on the hearth before the blaze.

""Darby," says he, "I"m famished with the druth. Since you took to coortin" there "s nothing ever goes into my mouth; haven"t you a taste of something in the house?"

"I wasn"t long till I hated some wather, and took down the bottle of whiskey and some sugar, and made a rousing jugful, as strong as need be.

""Are you satisfied, father?" says I.

""I am," says he; "you "re a dutiful child, and here "s your health, and don"t be thinking of Biddy Finn,"

"With that my father began to explain how there was never any rest nor quietness for a man after he married,--more be token, if his wife was fond of talking; and that he never could take his dhrop of drink in comfort afterwards.

""May I never," says he, "but I "d rather be a green jug, as I am now, than alive again wid your mother. Sure it "s not here you"d be sitting to-night," says he, "discoorsing with me, av you wor married; devil a bit. Fill me," says my father, "and I "ll tell you more."

"And sure enough I did, and we talked away till near daylight; and then the first thing I did was to take the ould mare out of the stable, and set off to Father Curtin, and towld him all about it, and how my father would n"t give his consent by no means.

""We"ll not mind the marriage," says his rivirence; "but go back and bring me your father,--the jug, I mean,--and we "ll try and get him out of trouble; for it "s trouble he "s in, or he would n"t be that way.

Give me the two pound ten," says the priest; "you had it for the wedding, and it will be better spent getting your father out of purgatory than sending you into it. ""

"Arrah, aren"t you ashamed of yourself?" cried the cook, with a look of ineffable scorn, as he concluded.

"Look now," said Darby, "see this; if it is n"t thruth--"

"And what became of your father?" interrupted the butler.

"And Biddy Finn, what did she do?" said the housemaid.

Darby, however, vouchsafed no reply, but sat back in his chair with an offended look, and sipped his liquor in silence.

A fresh brew of punch under the butler"s auspices speedily, however, dispelled the cloud that hovered over the conviviality of the party; and even the cook vouchsafed to a.s.sist in the preparation of some rashers, which Darby suggested were beautiful things for the thirst at this hour of the night; but whether in allaying or exciting it, he did n"t exactly lay down. The conversation now became general; and as they seemed resolved to continue their festivities to a late hour, I took the first opportunity I could, when un.o.bserved, to steal away and return to my own room.

No sooner alone again than all the sorrow of my lonely state came back upon me; and as I laid my head on my pillow, the full measure of my misery flowed in upon my heart, and I sobbed myself to sleep.

CHAPTER III. THE DEPARTURE

The violent beating of the rain against the gla.s.s, and the loud crash of the storm as it shook the window-frames or snapped the st.u.r.dy branches of the old trees, awoke me. I got up, and opening the shutters, endeavored to look out; but the darkness was impenetrable, and I could see nothing but the gnarled and grotesque forms of the leafless trees dimly marked against the sky, as they moved to and fro like the arms of some mighty giant. Ma.s.ses of heavy snow melted by the rain fell at intervals from the steep roof, and struck the ground beneath with a low sumph like thunder. A grayish, leaden tinge that marked the horizon showed it was near daybreak; but there was nought of promise in this harbinger of morning. Like my own career, it opened gloomily and in sadness: so felt I at least; and as I sat beside the window, and strained my eyes to pierce the darkening storm, I thought that even watching the wild hurricane without was better than brooding over the sorrows within my own bosom.

How long I remained thus I know not; but already the faint streak that announces sunrise marked the dull-colored sky, when the cheerful sounds of a voice singing in the room underneath attracted me. I listened, and in a moment recognized the piper. Darby M"Keown. He moved quickly about, and by his motions I could collect that he was making preparations for his journey.

If I could venture to p.r.o.nounce, from the merry tones of his voice and the light elastic step with which he trod the floor, I certainly would not suppose that the dreary weather had any terror for him. He spoke so loud that I could catch a great deal of the dialogue he maintained with himself, and some odd verses of the song with which from time to time he garnished his reflections.

"Marry, indeed! Catch me at it--nabocklish--with the countryside before me, and the hoith of good eating and drinking for a blast of the chantre. Well, well! women "s quare craytures anyway.

"Ho, ho! Mister Ramey, No more of your blarney, I "d have yoa not make so free; You may go where you plaze.

And make love at your ease.

But the devil may have you for me."

Very well, ma"am. Mister M"Keown is your most obedient,--never say it twice, honey; and isn"t there as good fish, eh?--whoop!

"Oh! my heart is unazy.

My brain is run crazy, Sure it "s often I wish I was dead; "Tis your smile now so sweet!

Now your ankles and feet.

That "s walked into my heart, Molly Spread!

Tol de rol, de rol, oh!"

Whew! thttt "s rain, anyhow. I would n"t mind it, bad as it is, if I hadn"t the side of a mountain before me; but sure it comes to the same in the end. Catty Delany is a good warrant for a pleasant evening; and, please G.o.d, I "ll be playing "Baltiorum" beside the fire there before this time to-night.

"She "d a pig and boneens.

And a bed and a dresser.

And a nate little room For the father confessor; With a cupboard and curtains, and something, I "m towld.

That his riv"rance liked when the weather was cowld.

And it "s hurroo, hurroo! Biddy O"Rafferty!"

After all, aix, the priest bates us out. There "s eight o"clock now, and I"m not off; devil a one"s stirring in the house either. Well, I believe I may take my leave of it; sorrow many tunes of the pipes it"s likely to hear, with Tony Ba.s.set over it. And my heart "s low when I think of that child there. Poor Tom! and it was you liked fun when you could have it."

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