CHAPTER 1
A HAPPY HOME
âI wonder will any of them come, Jerry?â
The pretty little womanâs face got puckered all over with baby wrinkles, more suitable to the wee pink face that lay on her bosom than to her own somewhat pale one, as she made the remark.
Jerry looked up from his newspaper and gazed at her lovingly for a moment before he answered, his answer being a confident smile with a knowing shake of the head from side to side as who should say - âOh, you little humbug, pretending to distress yourself with doubts. Of course, theyâll come - all of them.â
Katey seemed to lose her trouble in his smile - it is wonderful what comforters love and sympathy are. She drew close to her husband and held down the tiny bald pink head for him to kiss, and then, leaning her cheek against his, said in a soft cooing voice, half wifely, half motherly, âOh, Jerry, isnât he a little beauty.â
Children are quite as jealous as dogs and cats in their own way, and instinctively the urchin sprawling on the hearth-rug came over and pulled at his motherâs dress, saying plaintively âMe too, mammy - me too.â
Jerry took the child on his knee. âEh, little Jerry, your nose is out of joint again; isnât it?â
A mother is jealous as well as her child, and this mother answered - âOh, no, Jerry, sure I donât love him less because I have to take care of the little mite.â
Further conversation was stopped by a knock at the door.
âThatâs some of them stayinâ away,â said Jerry, as he went out to open the door.
As may be seen, Jerry and his wife expected company, the doubts as to whose arrival was caused by the extreme inclemency of the weather, and as the occasion of the festivities was an important one, the doubts were strong.
Jerry OâSullivan was a prosperous man in his line of life. His trade was that of a carpenter, and as he had, in addition to large practical skill and experience gained from unremitting toil, a considerable share of natural ability, was justly considered by his compeers to be the makings of a successful man.
Three years before he had been married to his pretty little wife, whose sweet nature, and care for his comfort, and whose desire to perfect the cheerfulness of home, had not a little aided his success, and kept him on the straight path.
If every wife understood the merits which a cheerful home has above all other places in the eyes of an ordinary man, there would be less brutality than there is amongst husbands, and less hardships and suffering amongst wives.
The third child has just been christened, and some friends and relatives were expected to do honour to the occasion, and now the knock announced the first arrival.
Whilst Jerry went to the door, Katey arranged the childâs garments so as to make him look as nice as possible, and also fixed her own dress, somewhat disturbed by maternal cares. In the meantime little Jerry flattened his nose against the window pane in a vain desire to see the appearance of the first arrival. Little Katey stood by him looking expectant as though her eyes were with her brotherâs.
Mrs Jerryâs best smile showed that the newcomer, Mr Parnell, was a special friend. After shaking hands with him she stood close to him, and showed him the baby, looking up into his dark strong face with a smile of perfect trust. He was so tall that he had to stoop to kiss the baby, although the little mother raised it in her arms for him. He said very tenderly -
âLet me hold him a minute in my arms.â
He lifted him gently as he spoke, and bending his head, said reverently: -
âGod bless him. Suffer little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.â
Kateyâs eyes were full of tears as she took him back, and she thanked the big man with a look too full of sacred feeling for even a smile.
Jerry stood by in silence. He felt much, although he did not know what to say.
Another knock was heard, and again Jerryâs services were required. This time there was a large influx, for three different bodies had joined just at the door. Much laughter was heard in the hall, and then they all entered. The body consisted of seven souls all told.
Place aux dames. We Irishmen must give first place always to the ladies. Of these there were four. Jerryâs mother and her assistant, Miss MâAnaspie, and Kateyâs two sisters, one older and one younger than herself. The men were, Mr Muldoon, Tom Price, and Patrick Casey.
Jerryâs mother was a quiet dignified old lady, very gentle in manner, but with a sternness of thought and purpose which shone through her gentleness and forbid any attempt at imposition, as surely as the green light marks danger at a railway crossing. She had a small haberdashery shop, by which she was reputed amongst her friends to have realised a considerable amount of money. Miss MâAnaspie was her assistant, and was asked by Katey to be present out of pure kindness. She had originally set her cap at Jerry, and had very nearly succeeded in her aim. It was no small evidence of Kateyâs genuine goodness of nature and her perfect trust of her husband that she was present; for most women have a feeling of possible hostility, or, at least, maintain an armed neutrality towards the former flames of the man that they love. Miss MâAnaspie was tall and buxom, and of lively manners, quite devoid of bashfulness. It puzzled many of her friends how, with her desire to be married, she had not long ago succeeded in accomplishing her wish. Kateyâs sisters were pleasant, quiet girls, both engaged to be married - Jane to Price, and Mary to Casey, the former man being a blacksmith, and the latter an umbrella-maker, both being sturdy young fellows, and looking forward to being shortly able to marry.
Mr Muldoon was the great man of the occasion. He was a cousin of Mrs OâSullivanâs, and was rich. He had a large Italian warehouse, which he managed well, and consequently was exceedingly prosperous. Personally he was not so agreeable as he might have been. He was small, and stout, and ugly, with keen eyes, a sharply-pointed nose; was habitually clean-shaven, and kept his breast stuck out like that of a pouter pigeon. He always dressed gorgeously, and on the present occasion, as he considered that he was honouring his poor relations, had got himself up to a pitch of such radiance that his old servant had commented on his appearance as he had left home. His trousers were of the lightest yellow whipcord; his coat was blue; his waistcoat was red velvet, with blue glass buttons; and in the matter of green tie, high collar, and large cuffs he excelled. His watch chain, of massive gold, with the âpint of sealsâ attached to the fob-chain after the manner of the bucks of the last generation was alone worthy of respect. His temper was not pleasant, for he was dictatorial to the last degree, and had a very unpleasant habit, something like Frederick the Great, of considering any difference of opinion as an insult intentionally offered to himself.
A man like this may be a pleasant enough companion so long as he goes with the tide, he thinking that it is the tide which goes with him; but when occasion of difference arises, the social horizon at once becomes overcast with angry clouds which gather quickly till the storm has burst. Oftentimes, as in nature - the great world of elements - the storm clears the air.
Mr Muldoon had been asked as an act possibly likely to benefit the new olive branch, for the Italian grocer was unmarried, and might at some future time, so thought Jerry and Katey in their secret hearts, take in charge the destinies of the new infant to-day made John Muldoon OâSullivan.
When the party entered the room Mr Muldoon had advanced to Mrs Jerry, and, as she was a pretty little woman, had kissed her in a semi-paternal way which made Miss MâAnaspie giggle. Mr Muldoon looked round half indignantly, for he felt that his dignity was wounded. He considered that Miss MâAnaspie, of whose very name he was ignorant, was a forward young person, and in his mind determined to let her understand so before the evening was over.
After a few minutes the introductions had all been accomplished, and everybody knew everybody else. There was great kissing of the baby, great petting of the two elder children, for whose delectation sundry sweets were produced from mysterious pockets, and much laughter and good-humoured jesting.
Mr Muldoon prided himself upon being a good hand at saying smart things, and felt that the present occasion was not one to be thrown away. Being a bachelor, he considered that his most proper attitude was that of ignorance - utter ignorance regarding babies in general, and this one in particular. When he was shown the baby he put up his eyeglass, and said:
âWhat is this?â
âOh, Mr Muldoon,â said the mother, almost reproachfully. âSure, donât you know this is the new baby?â
âOh! oh! indeed. It is very bald.â
âIt wonât be long so, then,â interrupted Miss MâAnaspie pertly. You can make it your heir, if you will.â Her English method of aspiration pointed the joke.
Mr Muldoon looked at her almost savagely, but said nothing. He did not want to commit himself to any intention of aiding the childâs career; and he was obliged to remain silent. He mentally scored another black mark against the speaker.
Presently he spoke again.
âIs it a boy or a girl?â
âA boy.â
âAnd are these boys or girls?â He pointed as he spoke to little Jerry and little Katey.
Miss MâAnaspie answered againâ âNeither. They are half of each.â
âDear me,â said Mr Muldoon. âCan that be?â
âDonât you see,â said Miss MâAnaspie in a tone which implied the addition of the words âyou silly old fool,â âone is a boy and the other a girl.â
Mr Muldoon made another black mark in his mental note-book, and ignoring his opponent, as he already considered Miss MâAnaspie, spoke again to Katey.
âAnd are these all yours? Three children; and you have been married - let me see, how long?â
âThree years and two months.â
âWhy, at this rate, what will you do in twenty years. Just fancy twenty children. Really, Mrs Katey, you should take the pledge.â
Katey did not know what to answer, and so stayed silent. Miss MâAnaspie turned away to hide an imagined blush, and Mr Muldoon feeling that he had said something striking, began to unbend and mix with the rest of the company in a better humour than he had been in for some time.
The table was ready set with all the materials for comfort, and as the teapot was basking inside the fender beside a dish of highly buttered cake, the work of Mrs Jerry herself, and the kettle singing songs of a bacchanalian character on the fire, promise of comfort to the foes and friends of Father Mathew was not wanting.
There was great arranging of places at the table. Jane and Mary with their sweethearts managed to monopolise one entire side, sitting alternately like the bread and ham in the pile of sandwiches before them.
Mr Muldoon was put next to Katey, and Jerry had his mother on his right hand, she being supported on the other side by Mr Parnell. This left Miss MâAnaspie to take her seat without choice, between the two eldest men of the party.
She did not shrink from the undertaking, however, but sat down, saying pertly to the company, but to no one in particular -
âMy usual luck. Never mind. I like to have an old man on each side of me.â
Mr Muldoon liked to be thought young - most middle-aged bachelors do - and he looked his disapprobation of the remark so strongly that a silence fell on all.
The dowager Mrs OâSullivan said quietly -
âYou let your tongue run too fast, Margaret. You forget Mr Muldoon is a new friend of yours, and not an old one.â
Miss MâAnaspie had already seen that she had made a mistake, and was only waiting for an opportunity of correcting it, so she seized it greedily.
âI am so awfully sorry. I hope, sir, I did not offend. Indeed I wished to please. I thought that young people wished to be thought old. I know that I did when I was young.â
âThat was some time ago,â whispered Pat Casey to Mary, who laughed too suddenly, and was nearly caught at it.
Mr Muldoon was mollified. He thought to himself that perhaps the poor girl did not mean to give offence; that she was a clever girl; much nicer after all than mos...