Irish

"You know the rest of it, my Irish American-Jew boy.

Bid a boy defy his father when the pantomime-cab is at the door, or a girl develop a will of her own when her mother is putting the last touches to the first ball-dress, but do not ask an Irish regiment to embark upon mutiny on the eve of a campaign, when it has fraternised with the native regiment that accompanies it, and driven its officers into retirement with ten thousand clamorous questions, and the prisoners dance for joy, and the sick men stand in the open calling down all known diseases on the head of the doctor, who has certified that they are "medically unfit for active service." At even the Mavericks might have been mistaken for mutineers by one so unversed in their natures as Mulcahy.

In response, many believe, to the fervent prayers of Father Dennis, the enemy not only elected to fight in the open, but made a beautiful fight, as many weeping Irish mothers knew later.

Scotch regiments can endure for half a day and abate no whit of their zeal at the end; English regiments sometimes sulk under punishment, while the Irish, like the French, are apt to run forward by ones and twos, which is just as bad as running back.

They should have sung it in the face of England, not of the Afghans, whom it impressed as much as did the wild Irish yell.

"The Irish believe far too much in spirits to believe in spiritualism," he murmured.

Probably it was part of the original furniture, an heirloom in this magnificent palace of the Irish kings."

"So you are the type of English truth, as I am of Irish tragedy--you who come to kill me, wading through the blood of your brethren.

"You are indeed a type of the Irish tragedy," he said.

And he told the story of the Irish adventure of his youth, because it recorded the first occasion on which he had ever come in contact with crime, or discovered how darkly and how terribly crime can be entangled with law.