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From Chambers' Journal. trator of Egypt, is quite natural. But
THE LITTLE GENERAL. the bitter hostility to England expressed in Germany for some time past, and
It being a Saturday afternoon, Timnow, as it seems, springing up in Aus- othy M’Carthy, senior, was very drunk. tria also, cannot be accounted for by
He had beaten Kathleen, his wife, any natural or evident opposition be
much earlier than usual, and Young tween the policy of those countries and Tim, coming in soon after, got a stray of Great Britain. The explanation
and careless clout on the side of the seems to be that Germany and Austria head, while poking about for a match to have hoped that the stress under which light his pipe. they are placed would be relieved if
A year ago Young Tim might have England could be entangled in a con
stood this, but he was married now, a flict with either France or Russia, or
six months' married man with a oneboth, and that this hope has been dis
roomed house of his own, and having appointed. The recent political
only looked in to pass the time of day, changes have had for Englishmen one
and having also had a glass or two, he salutary consequence. They must
felt it to be a breach of hospitality. have opened even blind eyes to the fact
“Ye onmannerly ould sinner!" I heard that between nation and nation there
him shout through the open window, are no sentimental ties. We have no
“here's for yez!" and the clout was refriends, and no nation loves us. We
turned generously. are esteemed in proportion as we are
The free fight that came after is still believed to be strong, and any interest remembered in Rutherford's Close, off taken in our welfare is measured either
the High Street of Edinburgh. They by the probability that we shall spend fought the length of the fairly long sovereigns or use ironclads for the ben
room, from the fireplace to the door, efit of the nation interested, or by the
and back again from the door to the prospect which that nation sees of ex
fireplace, as youth or experience proved
the stronger, until Kathleen had torting from us some of our territory
screamed herself hoarse, and even the or some of our trade. The immediate cause of the latest
hardened children playing in the dirty outbreak of Anglophobia is that the
court below looked up astonished from
their dust and mussel-shells. Continental powers, having, with great control of their own rivalries, agreed
They fought back again to the door, to avert quarrels by postponing the tugging and straining, at too close new-ordering of the Turkish Empire, quarters to do all the damage they perceive that it is in England's power window, one flat higher on the opposite
wished, while I watched them from my to upset the whole fabric, and by so
side of the court. doing to shake down over their heads
Then a cunning back-fall sent Young the truce which they have patched up. Tim against the door, which flew open, There is some danger, perhaps, when
and staggering out of my sight tothe governments of the great powers gether, they rolled down the dark stair, really believe our own government to cherish an insidious design, either for fighting into the High Street through a
crowd of interested neighbors, who the acquisition of a Turkish province
were far too sportsmanlike to interfere. or otherwise to their detriment, that
I, having some weeks of hard reading they may concoct together a counter
behind me, and an examination very design against England. It is, there
near, was not so liberal-minded as the fore, a time to put ships in commission, neighbors, and, going through the wynd to keep fleets concentrated, and to la
presently, expressed my opinions freely bor unostentatiously upon the de
to them concerning Messrs. M'Carthy. fences of the empire.
"Another such row," I said, “and I'll SPENSER WILKINSON.
get old M'Carthy to the police station.
Some of you can tell him so when he's a clear, firm voice, as a shadowy figure sober."
They told him apparently before that "Ah! Your neighbor met me,” the desirable state was reached, and stand- voice broke in directly I began to exing under my window a little later, plain. "You frightened him, and he flushed with victory, he expressed his has insisted on going for the police, opinion of me and my manners—which though I told him I didn't think they'd he offered to improve in one lesson if be needed. Let's go in!" I'd give him the chance.
“They're quieter now," . I whispered; This, I declined to do until he should "shan't we wait?” be saner, whereupon he classified me as “Why?" said the voice brusquely; a cowardly water-drinking viper, say, and, without waiting for the answer ing there were none such in ould Ire- which I was cudgelling my brains to land, thanks be to St. Patrick, and went shape as concisely as the question, the away to drink again, with the result figure threw the door open and stepped that a little before midnight Kathleen in confidently with a “Pax vobiscum.” M'Carthy was yelling murder for all I, ashamed, followed close upon his she was worth.
heels, and was immed tely put on my I was awake and dressed, and read- guard, for Ould Tim, whose whiskeying, and I had not forgotten Ould Tim's sodden intelligence, I believe, the salucontemptuous sarcasms. It sounded as tation had not yet reached, scented though Kathleen was suffering for my treachery, and came for me as straight shyness of encounter, and that stung and as swiftly as his condition would me badly. Besides, twice, to knowledge, killing bad been done "Pax vobiscum!" The slight straight within a hundred yards of that place figure stepped swiftly between us, one without any attempt at interference, hand upraised, and Tim came and I had no mind to risk being a party farther. to a third such affair. The screams "Stand you back, Tim M'Carthy!" continuing, I ran out and knocked up a said the little man severely, “or if you neighbor.
can't stand, then lie, but don't come "Fetch the police for your life!” I a step this way, or 'twill be a bad night said, “and bring them to Tim for you!" M'Carthy's!" and then I bolted down But there was no thought of rebellion. my stair and stumbled up Tim's, until When two tall and sturdy members of I had groped my way to his door. the city police tramped stolidly up a
There I paused and listened, lurking few minutes later, there was nothing for on the threshold with no thirst for un- them to do. Tim lay asleep and snornecessary risks. Kathleen was now ing in the corner; Kathleen moaned scolding and crying at the same time, and winced a little under the deft finso tbe danger was not pressing. I did gers of the priest, who was dressing a not know how many might be in the cut over one well-blackened eye, while room, but I calculated that they were I, a medical-though it is true only in likely all to set upon me together, if I my second year-was humbly holding presented myself as an unbidden guest, the candle. The two men grinned and and here I thought I would wait for the saluted, getting a quick little nod in repolice. I listened lest any sudden out- turn, as my companion, safety-pin in break should force me to go in alone, mouth, made a neat reverse of the but the first fresh sound came from bandage round Kathleen's head. below. A quick step sounded in the “We're no needit,” said one of them, wind, and mounted the stair. It was with conviction; and I saw a little dry too quick and light for one of the police, smile develop, as well as it might, but came up with the decided sound of round the safety-pin. a foot that knew the place and had no The two men saluted again and went need to soften its tread. I moved to away, and we finished patching up meet it, and was at once challenged in Kathleen. After that, the little man,
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having shaken his head sternly over the because while I watched and listened unconscious Tim in the corner, gave a he showed so clearly what manner of parting word to his wife.
man he was. “Send your man to me by nine to- His demeanor was courtesy itself, yet morrow morning, Kathleen M'Carthy, peremptory, matching well with the and see that he comes sober. Come fine, closely cropped head, the benignant round yourself after vespers, and I'll face, and strong, firm jaw. A distinlook at your head. Now, sir, if you and guished, almost foreign politeness ornaI are going down the stair together, we mented his soldierly speech just as a might introduce ourselves."
damascening of gold will ornament a In that way began my acquaintance good steel blade. I was sure he had with Father Munro.
lived abroad; I should not have been I walked to his door with him that surprised to hear that he had seen night, and did not decline so unhesi- military service, and in my own mind tatingly as I ought to have done when I then and there dubbed him “The he invited me to come in.
Little General." One thing marked "It's too late, sir," I said; "some other him off distinctly from the military time, if I may.”
types I am accustomed to; he seemed “Pooh! Nonsense!” said the old man to have no practical respect for the law, in his sharp, military manner. “Young as of general application, and that fellows like you and old fellows like me showed itself in the one speech which are no lieabeds. Come away in, man!" I think worth repeating. and I went with no further ado.
Speaking of the way in which he had He took me into a fair-sized square marched in upon Ould Tim, I suggested room, sparsely furnished, but having that he ran. more risk than was necits walls hidden by books from floor to essary. At this Father Munro cocked ceiling. On the table stood a plate of a clear grey eye at me, and asked what cold porridge and a quaint, tall glass I would have had him do. of milk, set out daintily with a fine “The law," I said, “and the police, are white napkin-and an old silver spoon; for such people, are they not, and for and this I mention, since later I found such times? Did you need to run the that mixture of simplicity with risk of meeting a mad drunkard, and touches of daintiness were character possibly others behind him, when the istic of Father Munro. These things police were almost at the door?” he looked at whimsically for an instant, But Father Munro was indignant. first at them, then at me, and, making "The law, sir! the law! Risk! and the an excuse, left the room. Presently he police! The law is meant to protect came back triumphant, a bottle of wine the weak and the defenceless, is it not? in one hand and a plate of cheese in the I was there, and you, sir"—with a polite other, and, setting them down and pay- little bow. “They are my parishioners, ing no heed to my remonstrances, went and accept me as their judge, yes, and off again to fetch in more.
their executioner on occasion. Boast“I'm hungry, and can't eat alone,” fulness is unbecoming in an old man; was all he said, when things were ar- but at one time, sir, some said I could ranged to his satisfaction; after which, use rapier and claymore a bit, and my pouring out wine for me, he said a short hand can guard my head yet when I Latin grace, and attacked his porridge carry my pastoral staff.” with vigor and decision, beaming upon He nodded, twinkling quaintly me when I showed a good appetite, but toward a corner of the room, and looktaking none of his good things for him- ing there I saw a stout blackthorn. self.
"Do you think I go about among my After supper, however, he allowed poor children with the law at my himself a pipe; while I, at his invita back ?” he asked, seeming almost hurt tion, lit a cigarette, and he started to at the notion. chat. Of the actual talk little or noth- “I noticed that the law evidently ing is worth repeating. I recall it only thought you could take care of your
self,” I said, remembering the two po- but when they met, both in their cups, licemen, and this seemed to please then and there was a battle royal. Father Munro. He laughed, and told Thus things were, when one summer me that the police were his very good Saturday evening, a year after my first friends, some of them his parishioners meeting with Father Munro, I passed too, and then turned the conversa- into the court as Ould Tim came tion, chatting to me about books and staggering out. At the foot of his stair my own work until I got up hurriedly, were some angry women, who, after he with an apology for having been led to had reeled by, screamed their abuse at forget the time.
him. Up-stairs I could hear Kathleen “I must be in your parish too, sir," I moaning, and I was told that the beattold him, "and if a heretic is allowed to ing had been much worse than usual, so come in now and then when you're not bad that, just before Ould Tim had left too busy, or to hope for a pastoral her, one neighbor had gone off for visitation, I wish you would add my Young Tim and another for Father name to your list.”
Munro. The little man, rising alertly to see I ran up the stairs, and found the me out, looked keenly into my eyes woman badly bruised, but nothing for a second, and then held out his more, and then, on my way to the inband.
saw Young Tim hurrying “These doors are open to you, my son, away towards the wynd, stick in hand. whenever you choose, and if an old A little farther on I met the woman man's society won't trouble you, you who had gone for Father Munro. “His shall see me up your stairs before
was out,” she said, “and long;" and he bade me good-night. wouldn't be in for an hour, when he'd
After that I began to see Father be told," and I passed on, to forget all Munro often, and to hear of him still about the matter a few minutes later, oftener. Every one who knew him had in the work of what is known as intaka good word for him, and after having ing, which is as follows:been seen once or twice in his company, Each medical and each surgical ward I met the Irish among my neighbors on has its in-taking cay ard night, during a very different footing. Even the which it receives, if possible, all cases M'Carthys grew friendly, and nothing admitted for treatment. On a Saturpleased Young Tim better than to yarn day night, therefore, there will be a away about the little priest's doings. resident surgeon on duty to examine He told me of the waking of M'Clure, of and treat all surgical cases, deciding the great Orange fight, and of many which shall be admitted, and which other matters, in all of which Father must be treated as out-patients. This Munro was the hero.
was rece ing night for the surgical “Faith, he's a man!". Young Tim ward in which I clerked; and being a would say at last, in a way that made Saturday, was fairly busy. me think he placed that same man A battered drunkard or two came in, above most of the saints.
of course, and battered victims of the One thing, however, Father Munro same. A child also who had been run could not do with either Young Tim or over, and a girl from the country, at Ould Tim. He could not stop t'eir whom the ever-flourishing fool had whiskey-drinking. Ould Tim would pointed the ever-handy loaded gun, keep off it for a Saturday, maybe even though, fortunately, without the usual two, but rarely three. The longer he fatal result. We had seen to the girl, was sober, the longer and fiercer would and packed her off to bed; and Macinbe the bout that followed, and the tosh, the resident, was relieving his worse for poor old Kathleen. As for mind, and amusing us, by telling the Young Tim, he drank much less, but a fool wbat he thought of him, what much smaller quantity put him in the might happen, and what might be the fighting mood. He never struck his consequences to him (the fool), when wife, and he tried to avoid Ould Tim; another cab rolled to the door. A lively
young dresser , wno sat on the table top, and one at the side. Where before swinging his legs jumped down and ran had I seen such another head? I could out to see what was coming, but came not remember, but stood racking my back at once.
brain with no result. “A reverend gentleman on the spreé!" "Now then, Tregenna! Look alive, he announced; and presently in came man!" Father Munro.
Macintosh roused me from my mediHis shovel hat was crushed down tation with a nudge, and I gave him over his eyes, his coat collar was turned the help that he wanted, wondering all up to meet it, his face-as much of it the time. as could be seen when he came in—was "Were you alone, sir?" chalky-white, and the face of Young Macintosh asked this while he pushed Tim, on whose arm he leaned heavily, the examination further. He seemed was not much better.
puzzled too. I stepped forward at once, speaking "I was going up the stair alone,” to him by name as I did so, and “The Father Munro said patiently. Little General” greeted me with “You must have struck your head dazed smile.
twice, then?" “Old bones, Mr. Tregenna, and old “I cannot remember all. I was rather eyes! I've had a tumble at last, you see, stunned, I think." and Tim M'Carthy insisted on bringing “Rather!" Macintosh muttered to me here."
himself, and then seemed to remember "Quite right, sir," I said. "Here's the Young Tim, who was still standing and doctor ready for you," and I introduced watching us anxiously from the far end Macintosh, being very careful to let of the room. “Were you there at the that gentleman know the sort of man time?" he had for a patient.
Macintosh asked Young Tim the quesI might have spared myself the tion, but it was Father Munro who trouble. Father Munro was his own answered “M’Carthy found me at the recommendation, and in two minutes foot of the stair," and Young Tim said was sitting bolt upright-he refused to nothing. lie on the table-having two very ugly Macintosh evidently thought that the head wounds examined and being less his patient talked the better, and treated with as much respect as any he asked no more questions just then. pope could desire. There were two We got Father Munro to bed, shaved straight clean cuts, side by side, across off the thick grey hair, dressed the the top of the head, and on one side great scalp wounds, and put an ice cap was another, and the resident stood on the grand old head, and for a time all looking at them curiously before he went well. Before we had finished, I asked any questions.
remembered where I had seen other “How did you say this was done, such wounds, but I held my peace and sir?” he asked.
waited. "I was going up a dark stair," Father There was no side-room bed empty, Munro told him quietly, “and I had a and he was put into the ward for the fall.”
night. "Did your head strike against any- “In the morning, sir," said Macintosh, thing?"
surveying him in a critical way, with “I expect I struck it in falling," said his tasselled cap on one side, after all Father Munro; and then, a little more was done, “we'll get you a quieter crib." slowly and distinctly, “it was a mis- The old man lay and smiled quietly take made in the dark.”
at him. I might be wrong, but it seemed to me "I shall do very well here, doctor, that he meant every one in the place to thank you.” hear that, and standing by the resident, "Hope so, sir," Macintosh said, and I looked still more carefully at the head. capped as he wished him good-night, Two clean-cut, parallel wounds on the which was unprecedented, and made