Mr. O'Flaherty, I
only want you to dhraw up an oath against liquor for me; but it's not
for the books, good or bad. I promised to Father Mulcahy, that I'd do
it. It's regardin' my poor Ellish's sowl in purgatory."
"Nancy, hand me a slate an' cutter. Faith, the same's a provident
resolution; but how is it an' purgatory concatenated?"
"The priest, you see, won't go an wid the masses for her till I take the
oath."
"That's but wake logic, if you ped him for thim."
"Faix, an' I did--an' well, too;--but about the oath? Have you the
pencil?"
"I have; jist lave the thing to me."
"Asy, Masther--you don't undherstand it yit. Put down two tumblers for
me at home."
"How is that, Misther Connell?--It's mysterious, if you're about to
swear against liquor!"
"I am. Put down, as I said, two tumblers for me at home--Are they down?"
"They are down--but"--
"Asy!--very good!--Put down two more for me at Dan's. Let me see!--two
more; behind the garden. Well!--put down one at Father Mulcahy's;--two
more at, Frank M'Carrol's of Kilclay. How many's that?"
"Nine!!!"
"Very good. Now put down one wid ould' Bartle Gorman, of Cargah; an' two
over wid honest Roger M'Gaugy, of Nurchasey. How-many have you now?"
"Twelve in all!!!! But, Misther Connelly there's a demonstration badly
wanted here.
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