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Mullen, the tailor. "I hadn't a red nose then, or eleven half-starved
children. I was a cub down at Omagh, doing my first tailoring ; and it was
my own uncle, God forgive him! I wish I was a cub again. I'd never get
married. I'm not a man to have a houseful of children. I'm too much of a
scoundrel."
don't want to break every tumbler I have in the house."
Williamson," said pensioner Higgins against the wall, "and tell us about
the night you and Peter Hogan drank the half-gallon."
have come to something, and I turned out bad. There was a good man
lost in me, and I turned out bad."
"You're a brave enough man as it is."
I tell you I'm not."
know about it. I turned out a bad man."
there wasn't often high words between us, and you can afford to talk me
down. But it is not everyone would do it. It is not everyone would
venture. All right now, Johnny, all right."
uncle of mine wasn't a drop's blood to me. He was my uncle by marriage,
and he didn't know anything better. 'Here, Johnny, my son,' says he,
'you're a smart, cliver cub, and the makings of a good tailor. Drink it up,'
says he, 'for it'll make a man of you.' Ay, boys dear, and so it did. It
did make the quare man of me, the quare bad baste of a man."
provocation was nearly too much for him.
I seen the time"—and he went on with his eyes shut, and as if talking
to himself—"Ay, that was the fist could break noses"; and he held it up.
"That was once upon a time. There was the fist could break noses. Even
yet, maybe, Johnny, even yet. Ay, there's the fist could break noses. There's
the fist could break noses."
of a man."
"Don't go on like that, man. Don't provocate him, for you're not his
match, anyway."
Johnny.
"No, Johnny, never. Never, Johnny, never. But I never was afeard of
you, either, and I amn't now. But was I ever threacherous to you yet?"
one another yet, the villains, that could not have the decency to go and fight
outside. They'll ruin my house. Archy Higgins, put up them tumblers at
once, unless you want every vessel in my house to be broken into bits and
the place disgraced for ever with such blackguardly conduct, for you're worse
than them. It's a shame for you, a man of your time of life."
nothing but trying to sinder them, and they won't let go one another's necks."
get this drunken crew out of my house. However they managed to crowd
in, all three of them, at once. It's bad enough, goodness knows, to have
one or two of them in the same house at the same time, but three rascals of
the drunkenest feather in all the country, to think they'd come in and walk
on a body like this. A party, besides, that has hardly ever a penny in their
own pocket, and is always wanting to have credit or to drink on other people.
Poor Mrs. Williamson! indeed I pity her, but I don't blame her. A nice
thing, indeed, if she had to give away her substance ; though the man is not
the undecentest of them if he had it, and is quiet enough if he wasn't
provoked."
with it. Sure. Williamson's able-bodied, and you're only a light man, anyway,
and always was."
to have been a Catholic. The grandfather before you was a papish, and a
good one too, and a decent man."
uncle, Johnny Mullen, was in jail."
in it decently. He was in it for poteen-making."
have mercy on us! or what is the world coming to. I'll go away and shut
the door and leave you to yourselves, you good-for-nothing pack. Higgins,
you'll pay for this blackguard work some day or other. Couldn't you go and
call some of the Mullen's ones to come and take home their father? Mrs.
Williamson, but I pity you! for you have a bad pill to deal with—though he's
a quiet enough man in drink if he was let alone."
yet saw them I'd listen to saying a bad word against you," said
Williamson.
evening that they wanted your blood for breaking in and spoiling the meeting.
And they'd have had it, too, only your woman came and fetched you away.
But I stood up for you, Williamson, and I'd stand up for you the morrow."
they'll be crying in a minute, and it'll go on like this all evening. And there's
nothing on earth I hate so much to see in two men. I'd far easier stand
them fighting and killing one another. Archy Higgins, if you don't take
them pair away out of that, you'll never enter my door again. Here, Johnny
Mullen, your Jennie is on the street looking for you. Go on out home with
her like a good man. You and Williamson may stay there, Higgins, as long
as you like, for you're peaceable enough if let alone, and poor Mrs. Williamson
has other things to think of than keeping a good-for-nothing man out of her
way. But that Johnny Mullen!—I don't like the sight of him. He'd sit in
your house from morning to night to provoke you looking at him, and him
never has a halfpenny to spend after Monday morning is over."
get married, anyway." The little daughter Jennie was accustomed to the
fool talk of him. "I wish I was a cub again, I'd never have got—ay, maybe
I would ; ay, likely I would; but things wouldn't, maybe, be like this."