In Mr. Knox's CountrySomerville, E. Oe. (Edith Oenone)
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In Mr. Knox's Country
Somerville, E. Oe. (Edith Oenone)
British -- Ireland -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Judges -- Fiction
John Kane now ascended to us, and came to a standstill, with his soft
black hat in his hands; it was dusty, so were his boots, and the
pockets of his coat bulked large. Among the green drifts and flakes of
the pale young beech leaves his bushy beard looked as red as a
squirrel's tail.
"I have the commands here, Master Flurry," he began, "and it's to
yourself I'd sooner give them. As for them ger'rls that's inside in
the kitchen, they have every pup in the place in a thrain at the back
door, and, if your tobacco went asthray, it's me that would be blemt."
"The commands"--_i.e._ some small parcels--were laid on the stone
table, minor pockets yielded an assortment of small moneys that were
each in turn counted and placed in heaps by their consort parcels.
"And as for the bottle, the misthress wrote down for me," said John
Kane, his eye rounding up his audience like a sheep-dog, "I got me
'nough with the same bottle. But sure them's the stupidest people in
Hennessy's! 'Twas to Hennessy himself I gave the misthress's paper,
and he was there looking at it for a while. 'What have she in it?'
says he to me. 'How would I know,' says I, 'me that have no learning?'
He got the spy-glass to it then, and 'twas shortly till all was in the
shop was gethered in it looking at it. 'Twould take an expairt to read
it!' says one fella----"
"True for him!" said Flurry.
"---- 'She have written it in Latin!' says Hennessy. 'Faith she's
able to write it that way, or anny other way for yee!' says I. 'Well,
I'll tell ye now what ye'll do,' says Hennessy. 'There's a boy in the
Medical Hall, and he's able to read all languages. Show it to him,'
says he. I showed it then to the boy in the Medical Hall. Sure, the
very minute he looked at it--'Elliman's Embrocation,' says he." John
Kane waved his hand slightly to one side; his gestures had throughout
been supple and restrained. "Sure them's the stupidest people in
Hennessy's!"
My sympathies were with the house of Hennessy; I, too, had encountered
Mrs. Knox's handwriting, and realised the high imaginative and
deductive qualities needed in its interpreter. No individual word was
decipherable, but, with a bold reader, groups could be made to conform
to a scheme based on probabilities.
"You can tell the mistress what they were saying at Hennessy's about
her," said Flurry.
"I will, your honour," replied John, accepting the turn in the
conversation as easily as a skilful motorist changes gear. "I suppose
you'll have a job for me at Tory Lodge when I get the sack from the
misthress?"
"No, but they tell me I'm to be put on the Old Age Pension Committee,"
returned Flurry, "and I might get a chance to do something for you if
you'd give over dyeing that beard you have."
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