The O'Donoghue: Tale of Ireland Fifty Years Ago. Lever Charles James

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      “What!” said the youth, as his brows met in passion, and his heightened colour showed how his anger was raised.

      “Well, well – it’s no matter, there’s my offer; and if I make a ten pound note of her, sure it’s all I live by; I wasn’t born to an estate and a fine property, like yourself.”

      These words, uttered in such a tone as to be inaudible to the rest, seemed to mollify the young man’s wrath, for, sullenly stretching forth his hand, he took the bundle and opened it on the table before him.

      “A dry bargain never was a lucky one, they say, Lanty – isn’t that so?” said the ODonoghue, as, seizing a small hand-bell, he ordered up a supply of claret, as well as the more vulgar elements for punch, should the dealer, as was probable, prefer that liquor.

      “These notes seem to have seen service,” muttered Mark: “here’s a lagged fellow. There’s no making out whether he’s two or ten.”

      “They were well handled, there’s no doubt of it,” said Lanty, “the tenants was paying them in; and sure you know yourself how they thumb and finger a note before they part with it. You’d think they were trying to take leave of them. There’s many a man can’t read a word, can tell you the amount of a note, just by the feel of it! – Thank you, sir, I’ll take the spirits – it’s what I’m most used to.”

      “Who did you get them from, Lanty?” said the ODonoghue.

      “Malachi Glynn, sir, of Cahernavorra, and, by the same token, I got a hearty laugh at the same house once before.”

      “How was that?” said the old man, for he saw by the twinkle of Lanty’s eye, that a story was coming.

      “Faix, just this way, sir. It was a little after Christmas last year that Mr. Malachi thought he’d go up to Dublin for a month or six weeks with the young ladies, just to show them, by way of; for ye see, there’s no dealing at all downi here; and he thought he’d bring them up, and see what could be done. Musha! but they’re the hard stock to get rid of! and somehow they don’t improve by holding them over. And as there was levees, and drawing-rooms, and balls going on, sure it would go hard but he’d get off a pair of them anyhow. Well, it was an elegant scheme, if there was money to do it; but devil a farthin’ was to be had, high or low, beyond seventy pounds I gave for the two carriage horses and the yearlings that was out in the field, and sure that wouldn’t do at all. He tried the tenants for ‘the November,’ but what was the use of it, though he offered a receipt in full for ten shillings in the pound? – when a lucky thought struck him. Troth, and it’s what ye may call a grand thought too. He was walking about before the door, thinking and ruminating how to raise the money, when he sees the sheep grazing on the lawn fornint him – not that he could sell one of them, for there was a strap of a bond or mortage on them a year before. ‘Faix,’ and says he, when a man’s hard up for cash, he’s often obliged to wear a mighty thread-bare coat, and go cold enough in the winter season – and sure it’s reason sheep isn’t better than Christians; and begorra,’ says he, I’ll have the fleece off ye, if the weather was twice as cowld.’ No sooner said than done. They were ordered into the haggard-yard the same evening, and, as sure as ye’re there, they cut the wool off them three days after Christmas. Musha! but it was a pitiful sight to see them turned out shivering and shaking, with the snow on the ground. And it didn’t thrive with him; for three died the first night. Well, when he seen what come of it, he had them all brought in again, and they gathered all the spare clothes and the ould rags in the house together, and dressed them up, at least the ones that were worst; and such a set of craytures never was seen. One had an old petticoat on; another a flannel waistcoat; many, could only get a cravat or a pair of gaiters; but the ram beat all, for he was dressed in a pair of corduroy breeches, and an ould spencer of the master’s; and may I never live, if I didn’t roll down full length on the grass when I seen him.”

      For some minutes before Lanty had concluded his story, the whole party were convulsed with laughter; even Sir Archy vouchsafed a grave smile, as, receiving the tale in a different light, he muttered, to himself —

      “They’re a the same – ne’er-do-well, reckless deevils.”

      One good result at least followed the anecdote – the good-humour of the company was restored at once – the bargain was finally concluded; and Lanty succeeded by some adroit flattery in recovering five pounds of the price, under the title of luck-penny – a portion of the contract M’Nab would have interfered against at once, but that, for his own especial reasons, he preferred remaining silent.

      The party soon after separated for the night, and as Lanty sought the room usually destined for his accommodation, he muttered, as he went, his self-gratulations on his bargain. Already he had nearly reached the end of the long corridor, where his chamber lay, when a door was cautiously opened, and Sir Archy, attired in a dressing-gown, and with a candle in his hand, stood before him..

      “A word wi’ ye, Master Lawler,” said he, in a low dry tone, the horse-dealer but half liked. “A word wi’ ye, before ye retire to rest.”

      Lanty followed the old man into the apartment with an air of affected carelessness, which soon, however, gave way to surprise, as he surveyed the chamber, so little like any other in that dreary mansion. The walls were covered with shelves, loaded with books; maps and prints lay scattered about on tables; an oak cabinet of great beauty in form and carving, occupied a deep recess beside the chimney; and over the fireplace a claymore of true Highland origin, and a pair of silver-mounted pistols, were arranged like a trophy, surmounted by a flat Highland cap, with a thin black eagle’s feather.

      Sir Archy seemed to enjoy the astonishment of his guest, and for some minutes made no effort to break silence. At length he said —

      “We war speaking about a sma’ pony for the laird’s son, Mister Lawler – may I ask ye the price?”

      The words acted like a talisman – Lanty was himself in a moment. The mere mention of horse flesh brought back the whole crowd of his daily associations, and with his native volubility he proceeded, not to reply to the question, but to enumerate the many virtues and perfections of the “sweetest tool that ever travelled on four legs.”

      Sir Archy waited patiently till the eloquent eulogy was over, and then, drily repeated his first demand.

      “Is it her price!” said Lanty, repeating the question to gain time to consider how far circumstances might warrant him in pushing a market. “It’s her price ye’re asking me, Sir Archibald? Troth, and I’ll tell you: there’s not a man in Kerry could say what’s her price. Goold wouldn’t pay for her, av it was value was wanted. See now, she’s not fourteen hands high, but may I never leave this room if she wouldn’t carry me – ay, myself here, twelve stone six in the scales – over e’er a fence between this and Inchigeela.”

      “It’s no exactly to carry you that I was making my inquiry,” said the old man, with an accent of more asperity than he had used before.

      “Well then, for Master Herbert – sure she is the very beast – ”

      “What are you, asking for her? – canna you answer a straightforred question, man?” reiterated Sir Archy, in a voice there was no mistaking.

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