The Kellys and the OKellys | Page 4

had seen her extracting the
pinches of moist brown saccharine from the huge slit in her petticoat,
and could not believe her.
Kate, the other servant, was a red-legged lass, who washed the potatoes,
fed the pigs, and ate her food nobody knew when or where. Kates,
particularly Irish Kates, are pretty by prescription; but Mrs. Kelly's
Kate had been excepted, and was certainly a most positive exception.
Poor Kate was very ugly. Her hair had that appearance of having been
dressed by the turkey-cock, which is sometimes presented by the heads
of young women in her situation; her mouth extended nearly from ear
to ear; her neck and throat, which were always nearly bare, presented
no feminine charms to view; and her short coarse petticoat showed her
red legs nearly to the knee; for, except on Sundays, she knew not the
use of shoes and stockings. But though Kate was ungainly and ugly,
she was useful, and grateful very fond of the whole family, and
particularly attached to the two young ladies, in whose behalf she
doubtless performed many a service, acceptable enough to them, but of
which, had she known of them, the widow would have been but little
likely to approve.
Such was Mrs. Kelly's household at the time that her son Martin left
Connaught to pay a short visit to the metropolis, during the period of
O'Connell's trial. But, although Martin was a staunch Repealer, and had
gone as far as Galway, and Athlone, to be present at the Monster
Repeal Meetings which had been held there, it was not political anxiety

alone which led him to Dublin. His landlord; the young Lord Ballindine,
was there; and, though Martin could not exactly be said to act as his
lordship's agent for Lord Ballindine had, unfortunately, a legal agent,
with whose services his pecuniary embarrassments did not allow him to
dispense he was a kind of confidential tenant, and his attendance had
been requested. Martin, moreover, had a somewhat important piece of
business of his own in hand, which he expected would tend greatly to
his own advantage; and, although he had fully made up his mind to
carry it out if possible, he wanted, in conducting it, a little of his
brother's legal advice, and, above all, his landlord's sanction.
This business was nothing less than an intended elopement with an
heiress belonging to a rank somewhat higher than that in which Martin
Kelly might be supposed to look, with propriety, for his bride; but
Martin was a handsome fellow, not much burdened with natural
modesty, and he had, as he supposed, managed to engage the affections
of Anastasia Lynch, a lady resident near Dunmore.
All particulars respecting Martin's intended the amount of her fortune
her birth and parentage her age and attractions shall, in due time, be
made known; or rather, perhaps, be suffered to make themselves known.
In the mean time we will return to the two brothers, who are still
anxiously waiting to effect an entrance into the august presence of the
Law.
Martin had already told his brother of his matrimonial speculations, and
had received certain hints from that learned youth as to the proper
means of getting correct information as to the amount of the lady's
wealth her power to dispose of it by her own deed and certain other
particulars always interesting to gentlemen who seek money and love at
the same time. John did not quite approve of the plan; there might have
been a shade of envy at his brother's good fortune; there might be some
doubt as to his brother's power of carrying the affair through
successfully; but, though he had not encouraged him, he gave him the
information he wanted, and was as willing to talk over the matter as
Martin could desire.
As they were standing in the crowd, their conversation ran partly on
Repeal and O'Connell, and partly on matrimony and Anty Lynch, as the
lady was usually called by those who knew her best.
'Tear and 'ouns Misther Lord Chief Justice!' exclaimed Martin, 'and are

ye niver going to opin them big doors?'
'And what'd be the good of his opening them yet,' answered John,
'when a bigger man than himself an't there? Dan and the other boys isn't
in it yet, and sure all the twelve judges couldn't get on a peg without
them.'
'Well, Dan, my darling!' said the other, 'you're thought more of here this
day than the lot of 'em, though the place in a manner belongs to them,
and you're only a prisoner.'
'Faix and that's what he's not, Martin; no more than yourself, nor so
likely, may-be. He's the traverser, as I told you before, and that's not
being a prisoner. If he were a prisoner, how did he