Part 4 (1/2)
”Honest?” corocer; they all put sand in their sugar, and sell their second-rate goods as the best quality I know them”
”Set a thief to catch a thief,” cried the doctor ”How did you make youryour rich patients after they have left you a legacy,” replied Ebenezer Brown
”Honestly! You caught poor Harris drunk, and swindled him out of his land,” retorted Dr Marsh
”Peace! Peace!” sighed Father Healy, atte to take the doctor away by force
”And you murdered Mat Devlin, as you've murdered a host of others,”
cried Ebenezer Brown
Dr Marsh broke from his friend's ar his fist in the old man's face, he cried:
”If I had one per cent of your sins on ive you the little blow that would be the end of you; but I don't like to rob you of your small hope of repentance”
CHAPTER III
THE QUIRKS
A splendid house, extravagantly furnished, green lawns, gardens bright in colours, and rich pasture lands around Inside the house a crotchety old man and a lonely woman Such was Kathleen O'Connor's new home at ”Layton”
The name, ”Samuel Quirk, Grocer,” had reposed over the front of a swood for rocer was known to the district as a shrewd tradesman on a small scale, and a keen politician He had a limited connection with certain well-tried custoular clients who carocer one under had he not conducted a cash business As it was, he kept his head above water and lived a quiet life, respected by his neighbours
One day the postht a letter that completely altered the Quirks'
sche news of a brother's death, and the gift of a great fortune to the Quirks Such an unexpected event brought confusion into the orderly life of the old people
”What shall we do with all theover her knitting at the tiers were seldom idle
”Why not ask Father Healy?” she answered at once; for Father Healy was her one idea of wisdowood, and had there entwined hi the number Even now she wrote to him when her heart was troubled
”Father Healy! And why ask hi his wife's suggestions, but generally ended by putting theood, wiseI should do that was not the only thing to do?”
Sah for the soul, but ould Father Healy know about the body?” he asked
Mrs Quirk having placed the yeast in his mind, left it to ferment She well knew that in a few days' time a letter would be despatched to the Presbytery at Grey Town And this happened as she anticipated In due course, too, the answer came back to them