The Escapades of Candy Corrigan; An Amusing Series of Irish Fireside Stories (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910. Excerpt: ... Condy's Narrow Escape ow, Condy would have been as happy in Benbo as a goat in clover, only for one thing. The oul' king and himself had J parted on terms that were none of the kindliest. Indeed, as the readers of these Escapades will remember, his kingship gave him a hint that he would as soon have his place as his company any day, and that he would survive the loss if he never beheld Condy's face again. Troth, the king was glad to be rid of him. But that was a good while since. Now that Condy had come back to his oul' home full of honors--such as they were--it a kind of went ag'in his grain to think that every man in Ireland shouldn't have some sort of respect and veneration for him (leaving out the oul' rascals that he had punished for their trickery and dishonesty), barrin' the king of his native place. Condy didn't mind at all what the folks toul' him by way of consolation, that a clever man or a prophet never yet got any honor in his own country. He wanted to be thick and friendly with the king, and through the king with a lot of other folks that would as soon meet with a mad bull as Condy. Of course, he could not well go to the king and axe his pardon for what he had done, and tell him he was sorry, for that would not be true; and the king might be after ordering him about his business. His kingship had no regard at all for Condy. One evening, when Condy was sitting by the fire, turning over the matter in his mind, his father came in from his work in his kingship's garden. "The heel o' the evenin' to you," sez Condy for greeting. "And how is his kingship feelin'?" "Oh, only purty middlin'," sez his father. "He's mighty moody and sour of late." "H'm " sez the other, scenting a story of some kind. "And what's the matter with him?" "Well," sez the oul...